The helicopter neared Momo's mansion.
"Can we stop the transfer?" Dageki asked.
"Yeah. Midoriya, you're not giving me back the power. Release the power," Mr. Kyouiki instructed.
"Oh, sorry!" Midoriya responded, releasing the power.
"Most people can't retain transferred powers when I try to end transfers, but you could. Why?"
"It's probably my quirk. It stockpiles power, so it didn't want to let go of that power."
"His quirk aided you well, right?"
"Aided? It allowed me to use my quirk fully, when usually I can only use a fraction of a percentage of it."
"That is insane. Wait, when you think about it, our quirks together could be like All for One? No?"
"Do you want to test it?"
"Use my quirk," Wakadou volunteered. "I want to see Izuku's face when he creates dirt inside of his gloves. Did I just say that out loud? Well, I guess that blows it. Just give me back my quirk when you're done."
Mr. Kyouiki nodded nervously.
He made the transfer.
Izuku tried to peel off his right glove with his teeth, without much success. "Great, now there's dirt in my gloves."
Wakadou laughed like he had just seen a pig explode.
Mr. Kyouiki ended the transfer.
"Give it back to him! I don't like this!" Izuku responded.
"I can't use my quirk, like you said," Wakadou stated.
"So, it does do that," Mr. Kyouiki determined. "Here." He transferred the quirk back when Izuku let go of it.
"Mr. Kyouiki, can I have Dageki's quirk again?" Izuku asked.
"Why aren't you asking me?!" Dageki growled.
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
"You want to steal it, don't you!"
"Well, now that you mention it, that quirk would exponentially increase my power, but I think I have a solution that will make both of us happy."
"What?"
"I get you a quirk that works exceptionally well with your well-developed muscles in exchange for your quirk."
"No. This quirk is MY quirk. I want to keep it!"
"Then I'll just have to make it a quirk you can't pass up."
"Where are you going to get a quirk like that?" Mr. Kyouiki asked.
"High-security prison. I'd need you to come with me."
"I don't care if you get me the coolest quirk ever! This quirk is mine!" Dageki persisted.
Izuku wanted to justify stealing Dageki's quirk so badly. "Why?"
"Because working out constantly is epic, man. Can't be replaced."
"I bet you want to steal it, don't you, Izuku?" Tori responded. His use of his first name was a vessel of disrespect.
"That's irrelevant. Dageki has stated his position, and it's his quirk." Izuku's eyes looked down.
Kotori looked disappointed.
"Hey, Dageki, you should really give Midoriya the quirk, so we don't all get killed by some surprise villain attack," Wakadou remarked. "Midoriya's powerful enough to be a target, but not powerful enough to protect a group of people. We're associated with him now, like it or not."
"Tsuyu, could you turn on the TV?" Momo asked.
Tsuyu did so. The news headline onscreen was "Top 100 Pro Heroes All Dead". Screenshots of one, four, nine, sixteen, and many dead pro heroes all dead.
"What?!" Inawara exclaimed.
"It has begun," Izuku muttered.
"Dageki?! Midoriya?!" Wakadou responded.
They were interviewing Hero #101.
"So, how do you feel about becoming Hero #1?" the interviewer asked.
"It fills me with grief. I never thought I would reach this status, let alone in such a terrible way. This is my warning. Unless a symbol of justice appears like All Might or we fight them with our masses, the Villains will eventually overtake us. But take heart! The carriage of civilization is not held by one man, nor a hundred. It is time for those with the less powerful quirks to rise up and protect our society. The League of Villains is on edge, for one reason or another. That is clear by the fact that we're not all already dead. Oops… Is this live? Shoot. I—I have somewhere to be. Bye!"
"This just breaking!" the anchor shouted. "The new #1 hero says that civilization as we know it is hanging by a thread!"
"This isn't looking good," Tsuyu understated.
"Okay, Dageki, I'd give you my quirk if you'd give yours to Izuku! I mean, Midoriya…" Wakadou stated.
"But it's my quirk!" Dageki stated.
"No, my dirt quirk is my quirk, Dageki. Not sure if you could realize that."
"You know what I mean! Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"You're being selfish," Kotori stated. "Even though I hate Midoriya, he's our best shot at taking them out, probably. Dageki, give up your quirk."
"Can I have it back after this is all over?" Dageki asked.
"Yes. Just let me keep it long enough to defeat One for All once and for all." Izuku answered.
"Give me a box I can smash."
"What?"
"I want to smash one more thing before I give up my power."
Wakadou handed over a box of Momo's well-loved, long-lost manga character dolls.
"No!" Momo cried as Dageki smashed the box.
Dageki looked over at Momo's horrified face in satisfaction.
Then he grabbed Mr. Kyouiki's hand, and his power was taken from him and transferred to Izuku.
Mr. Kyouiki overdid it, making Dageki pass out and Izuku getting a bad case of the jitters. When he successfully ended the transfer, Izuku was nearly bouncing off the walls.
Izuku's jaw started to shiver incredibly fast while sweat dripped down his back. "I feel so hyper! Can't activate my quirk in here." Then he started to mutter nonstop.
"What did you do to him, Mr. Kyouiki?" Inawara asked concernedly.
"He just smashed my collectible box! That was worth about 2 million dollars!" Momo screamed.
"Dageki will be happy to hear that when he wakes up," Kotori remarked.
"So, this is your helicopter?" Wakadou asked.
"Yes," Momo responded with irritation.
"D***, you must be rich as hell."
"I'm not so rich that I go around smashing millions of dollars for fun!"
Then they landed.
"I need to get off of this helicopter right now," Momo stated lividly.
Tsuyu had never seen her like this before.
The doors opened.
Momo rushed off of her helicopter. She hadn't expected any of this. She couldn't appreciate all of the lives she had just saved. She could only think about her destroyed property. Those dolls had meant much to her when she was younger.
She didn't notice when a dark figure came upon her.
But Saiseki did. He pulled her to him as the assassin barely missed her.
Midoriya responded with a beam of power shot at the assassin, destroying the top of the building where the assassin had been.
"I love that you guys are protecting me, but could you not destroy my house?" Momo asked.
"Sorry, I was a little trigger-happy there," Izuku admitted.
"Why was a villain here?"
"My guess is that because of your involvement with Midoriya, they want to kill you." Kotori deadpanned.
"Listen, little Uravity, you are close to that Midoriya boy, aren't you?" Shigaraki hissed.
"No, I'm not," Uraraka responded.
"Don't lie to me!"
"In the bigger picture, you just kidnapped me, and now you expect me to give you information?"
"I can make you talk."
"Well, I do know that he's bad news."
"What do you mean?" His tone was vile.
"I mean, the stuff he's involved in. It's bad."
Shigaraki chuckled. "Tell me more."
"I don't know what it is, but whatever it is got UA demolished."
"But, I could have sworn that you and Midoriya have had a close relationship… You've been with him on many occasions."
"Well, yes, but that's in the past. He and I don't know each other anymore."
"This will still work!" he cackled.
"Really? You think I'll be of any use to you? Don't disappoint yourself."
"Oh, I'll 'disappoint' myself very much."
Midoriya laid down in the bed. Their situation was very odd. They were in a remote cabin in the woods, provided by one of Mr. Kyouiki's longtime friends. They were living like a group on the lam. Since most of Midoriya's classmates were from foreign countries, they had no homes here to go to, since their school was destroyed, and Midoriya couldn't go home. The whole country was in a mild disorder, like a parked car that was starting to roll because the brakes were gone.
He didn't know how much longer he could go on like this. Not two months ago, he had different friends, different expectations for the future, and a normal life. He still had All Might. He was thankful for that much.
But now, the past didn't need thought. His empty cup of cocoa was on the dresser, and the silence reminded him that the feeling of living a normal life was never too far away.
He nodded off without a thought.
Sorry this one took so long! I basically had no visualized path for this chapter, but now I have a bit more to go on … I think. Don't worry, it will heat up steadily here. Not saying that I'll update faster though. :/