When Izuku got home, his mother nearly tackled him to the ground, as tears streamed down her face and she stumbled over her words. From what Izuku could understand, she was shifting between trying to make sure he was ok and berating him for doing something so idiotic. Izuku just sat there and took it; he knew he deserved it, he had thrown caution and logic to the wind when he charged for Katsuki.
"And I swear Izuku if you try to tell me that you're fine I will smack you," she says, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry mom I know I worried you but what was I supposed to do, Kacchan was stuck and no one else was helping" Izuku says, in a feeble attempt to defend himself. "You could have not charged at a dangerous villain without any kind of plan, or weapon or any kind of idea with what you would do." she chides.
Izuku just looks at the ground, not even trying to defend his actions, a sullen look on his face, "hey look at me," Inko says, tilting his chin up to look at her. "I'm proud of you Izuku," she says a soft smile on her face. "I see you aren't wearing your mask what happened" she asks, still smiling. "Oh I, uh met someone who changed my view of my scars, he said that I shouldn't look at them as a curse or burden. I should look at them as a trophy, a sign that I survived and that I always will survive." Izuku says, smiling as he remembers that conversation with All Might.
"Well I'm glad to hear it, I always wanted you to ditch the mask, after all I can barely understand you with it on" she jokes, a smile on her face. "Now sit down, I have to know," she says, dragging Izuku to the couch. "What was it like meeting All Might?" she asks, smiling like a giddy child, so Izuku tried his best to describe what All Might was like in person.
They sit like that for hours just talking and spending time together, it's a break that Izuku needed after the excitement of the day. Eventually Izuku goes to lay down because he has school tomorrow, as he walks to his bed he's suddenly acutely aware of how tired he is. When he flops onto his bed he's asleep before his head hits the pillow.
Izuku knows something is wrong when he wakes up surrounded by an all encompassing pressure, not like the inside of the sludge villain. This pressure is comfortable it feels as natural as the pull of gravity, it feels like home. When he opens his eyes, he sees what he can only describe as a forest. He calls it a forest but in the very essence of his soul he knows that isn't right, a word as simple as forest can't encapsulate what he sees. The 'trees' hurt his mind to look at as they seem to grow hundreds of new limbs and branches every second. Every part of the trees seem to move, as if hundreds of beings on it were moving. But it wasn't a synchronized movement, like ants walking, it was as if hundreds of videos were playing at once.
He knew that his mind should be overloaded with information, he knew that but it wasn't. There was just a dull ache as he tried to comprehend everything he saw. Then he realized something, he could feel his blood all around him . He could sense it all around him. There was more blood than could possibly fit in one person even a million people. He could feel hundreds of lifeforms small and large swimming through it like water, it makes him sick to think something else was in his blood. Every movement something makes in the blood he feels, every displacement of blood, it hurts his head, adding to the dull ache.
When he looks up he clutches at his skull as a sharp searing pain shoots through it as if he had just been shot in the head. When he'd looked up he saw hundreds of beings flying around a tree that was larger than all the others. Trillions of branches forming every second, the tree itself hurts to look at. It was like trying to cram all the information in the universe in his head at once, but the things flying around the tree. They were massive, some of them easily half as big as the tree it flew around. But their bodies, they were incomprehensible, some of them with a gaping maw large enough to swallow an entire universe. Others with an ethereal glow that radiated colors on a spectrum of light that hurt his eyes to see. Their bodies universe shaped and their eyes shattered. One name for these beings echoes through Izuku's entire being.
THE GUARDIANS
The words echoed through every atom of Izuku's body carving the name into his skull, they were gods, in every sense of the word. Izuku didn't know when he'd started screaming, but he doesn't care, he doesn't care because why does something so trivial matter in the face of perfection. He'd fallen to his knees and clutched his skull, as the strain of witnessing true perfection tried to crush his mind. Then as soon as he looks away from the gods, the pain stops and the screaming stops and his mind is his own once again.
"What the fuck just happened to me" Izuku pants out, his breath catching in his throat, as he tries to remember the beings he just saw. But his mind draws up blanks "Where the hell am i" Izuku shouts. Standing up he looks around and notices the pools of blood again, turning around he moves towards the closest one.
It feels like he walls for hours before he finally gets out of that forest, but the sight that he's met with is one he hadn't been prepared for. When he finally reached the pool of blood he'd been approaching. He is not met with a pool, not even a lake; an entire ocean of blood stretches before him, hundreds of thousands of kilometers of a crimson ocean.
Izuku approaches the shore of this ocean of blood, the sand shining and crunching under his feet. He stares at the seemingly endless expanse of crimson, in awe and confusion, "How, this doesn't make sense, how is this my blood." He mutters, "this is more blood than could fit in the entire population of japan" his mutterings continue as he raises his hand. With his palm facing towards the crimson ocean, he pulls on his quirk.
And the blood listens three tendrils of pure crimson rise from the ocean, spiraling and locking together as they rise forming an obelisk. He splits the tendrils apart, making them spin and curl on themselves. Eventually more rise first just one more then three until hundreds of tendrils have risen from the ocean. All of them form together into one massive spiraling monolith, then they split again. They begin to form a new shape, they form a statue of All Might.
Izuku smiles, the terrors of what he had seen and the lack of knowledge of where he was momentarily forgotten at the prospect of his quirk being stronger. Then something he hadn't thought about hit him, how do I get out of this place? The thought brought back those terrors, the thought of being stuck in this place with it's broken logic and bloody oceans. Izuku's panic was only amplified when he felt a sudden massive displacement of blood in the ocean in front of him. Something larger than a submarine was moving towards him and it was moving fast, Izuku's focus broke and the crimson All Might statue splashes back into blood.
Izuku barely has time to register that before he sees the massive head of a scaled beast rise from the blood. It moves fast, faster than a speedboat with a head as wide as Izuku is tall, Izuku can only imagine how big the rest of its body is. As Izuku's heart pounds in his chest watching the beast approach him. Another noise joins in, a chorus of thumps on the ground as if a dozen large animals were running towards him.
Izuku wants to move, to run but he's frozen staring at the reptilian monster swimming towards him. The beast begins to reach the shallows, it rises and the thing stands on two massive legs, blood pouring off of its back. Its snout is short and rounded, like that of an alligator, with thick brutish arms, and a long massive tail. It lets out a deep guttural mix of a hiss and a growl, Izuku's heart pounds in his chest and his blood roars in his ears. He stares as the thing stomps towards him, throwing him off balance. He falls back and is snapped out of his stupor, he tries to crawl backwards. But as he does the beast leaps forward, it's maw wide open, Izuku stares into that pitch black void as it gets closer to consuming his body.
But before he is consumed, three pillars of blood as big as Izuku's body slam into the thing, one slamming into its head the other two slamming into its body. The beast goes flying spinning when it slams into the ground and continues rolling. A massive cloud of dust explodes upward and the ground rumbles. That chorus of thumps on the ground finally comes to a halt just behind him. Izuku turns around and sees dozens of thick furred animals, their fur varying from pure white, to a dark brown. Their snouts are short like a bear's with large wolf-like bodies, and clear defined muscles.
Their paws as big around as Izuku's head at the smallest, the one at the front the largest with patchy ash blonde fur that is singed in more than one spot. Steps forward it lets out a low growl then leaps down from the entrance of the forest. The others follow suit, Izuku is suddenly acutely aware of the sound of massive footsteps to his left. Glancing over he sees the reptilian beast charging towards him on all fours.
Every few seconds it's body seems to glitch and phase from view only to reappear closer, the other beast begins to approach him. Izuku slowly backs up glancing from the beasts in front of him and the beast charging at him.
Izuku continues to back up until his feet are submerged in blood, then he sees the beasts turn to face the reptile. They each growl a deep guttural sound that echoes throughout the shore. The beasts form a loose semi circle around Izuku, in a protective fashion, with the largest patchy furred one in the front. Izuku finally notices their long whip-like tails, the fur much thinner and seeming more like quills. When the reptile is right in front of them, it pauses and stares at the wolf like beasts rising to two feet again. Their posture changes, their muscles coil and they all get ready to attack, Izuku is confused. Why were these things protecting him, it didn't make sense, these things were entirely alien. They looked vaguely familiar like a hodgepodge of different animals all stuffed together into one.
The reptile lets out a growling hiss looking down at Izuku, its eyes narrow and it looks as if it's getting ready to attack. The wolfish beast growl even more, the area around their paws begin to glow and the sand starts to crackle and Izuku can see it turn to glass. For a few tense moments both sides stare at each other. Then the reptile turns away stomping back into the bloody waters. Its body being submerged quickly, Izuku lets himself relax just the slightest bit, then the wolves turn to face him, their bodies much more relaxed. Their muscles no longer tensed, the biggest one trots up to him not unlike a dog. It's long whip-like tail sliding back and forth behind it, its tongue lolling out of its mouth.
The thing stands nearly double the size of Izuku, hesitantly he reaches a hand up and runs it through the thing's pleasantly soft fur. He runs his other hand through its fur scratching its neck, it sits down and Izuku is face to face with the beast. Being able to see the thing up close he saw the bear-like snout paired with a fox-like face. He reaches up and scratches it behind the ears, the thing tilts its head leaning into his hand.
Then the others begin to approach each nudge at Izuku and rub themselves against him, these ones are significantly smaller than the big one. The smaller ones reach up to his shoulders at most. Izuku's heart rate slows down to a much more manageable pace, and Izuku begins to calm down his muscles untensing. Then he reaches out to the ocean of blood, and he realizes the reptile hadn't left. The massive displacement of blood just sitting still, the moment Izuku notices it, the beast launches itself out of the ocean. A wave erupts forward as the beast launches forward, its jaws wide open and blood flying off of its body like a river.
Izuku is quick to act this time, using the blood pouring off of its body to try and pierce its thick hide, when that doesn't work he tries to wrap the blood around its body forming a net. Izuku brings a long chain of blood up and connects it to the net he'd made. He tries to drag it back into the waters, but despite his efforts it snaps the bloody net with its weight. Slamming into the ground and jumping forward, snapping one of the wolfish beasts up in its jaws. Immediately the rest of the beast are on the offensive, one of them leaps forward its paws glowing a bright orange. When its claws make contact the reptilian monster lets out an agitated roar. As smoke begins to rise from where the beast latched on a smell of burning flesh beginning to permeate the area.
As more of the beast begins leaping onto the monster's back and sides it gets more and more agitated. Shaking its body trying to throw them off, a few of the beast being thrown off rolling in the sand. The few who weren't latched onto the monster, their tails were flicking back and forth, then the largest one with the patch fur flings its tail towards the monster. A dozen of those quill like furs at it. Sticking into the face and shoulder of the monster, they quickly began to glow like the paws of the beasts. The monster begins to stand on its hind legs again swatting at the beasts still sticking to its body.
Then three more beasts flick their tails, the quill-like furs sticking into the beasts soft belly and legs. Then in a flash of speed far quicker than should be possible for a beast of that size it lunges for Izuku. Throwing the beasts guarding him to the side, Izuku goes to run but he isn't fast enough. The long dagger like claws of the monster ripping into his back a white hot pain shooting through his body. As the wounds from earlier in the day are ripped open and made even large by three massive claws. Izuku falls to the ground, a scream ripping from his throat from the pain.
Izuku tries to focus on the blood pouring out of his back to try and stop it to do anything to try and save himself. But the pain racking his body is too much, it feels as if the claws of the monster had been tipped with acid. Eating away at his flesh and his focus, slowly Izuku tries to get up, rising to his hands and knees. Tentatively he puts his hand on his knee trying to lift himself up, his body quivering with pain. But he grits through it rising to his feet, only to collapse immediately, as the blood pours from his back staining the golden sand crimson. Izuku closes his eyes as the pain in his back begins to fade, a sense of calm consuming him. He closes his eyes, a small smile on his face ' this isn't such a bad way to die.'
Then a single memory flashes through Izuku's mind, the cruel laugh of a skeletal man in a white suit. A smile filled with cracked teeth and pieces of fleshy sinew hanging from them, the creaking of a rusty machine and the drip of leaky pipes and blood. Blood pouring from his face, and his arms, the squelch of his flesh tearing. A scream as hundreds of kilometers of city and area were reduced to rubble from one act of defiance. Izuku's eyes snap open and his body rises, the blood pouring from his back stops. His heart slams in his chest as he remembers those three horrible weeks. As he remembers the monster who gave him his scars, the man responsible for the destruction of three cities.
A rage Izuku hasn't felt in a long time, a rage at someone trying to end his life, a rage at something so much weaker than him daring to attack him. A rage so primal and intense it shocks Izuku. Overcomes him turning around to see the smoking corpse of the monster, a blank look in his eyes, his breathing heavy and his fist clenched. Half of its skull is missing and what isn't gone is blackened like coal, as is the rest of its body. A gaping hole where its stomach had been, its ribs shattered and organs spread around it. Izuku stares at the monster and screams. His scream a deep guttural roar exposing every negative feeling and violence he'd ever had to this strange, beautifully alien world. When his scream ends and he becomes aware of himself again he sees what had become of the corpse of the monster.
Where a mangled and blackened corpse had once lain there was a crackling boiling pit of molten tar. As Izuku stared at it the tar pit began to rise forming a barely solid shape, the pit rose and formed into a vaguely humanoid shape. A shape that Izuku recognized, because how could he not recognize himself? The form the tar pit takes is one that seems to be falling apart with every movement tar falls to the ground. Every drop of tar leaving a bubbling hole in the ground, the tar rolling back into its form leaving a blackened trail.
Izuku stumbles a little looking at the thing walk towards the limp corpse of a spotted gold and brown beast. The tar creature quickly loses its shape rolling over the corpse. When it finishes doing whatever it was doing, it takes its shape again. Leaving behind another tar pit that takes its own shape, The shape the second tar beast takes is that of an obsidian black spider-like body, With several thick legs in front of it and four to the side. The second tar monster speeding away in the same direction the first one did. All he can do is stare, 'what the hell did I do' he thinks, looking at the smoking blackened trail, following it.
The largest of the wolfish beast approaches him, dragging a nail softly down the back of his shirt, ripping it open. The beast leans down and begins to lick at the still open wounds left from the claws of the monster. Izuku finally lets the blood he'd frozen from flowing, slough off of his back. Spreading around him in a wide circle, Izuku just continues to stare forward blankly at where the tar beast had gone. At the crater left from where it originally formed, nearly two meters deep in the ground.
Then the wolfish beast walks away letting out a high pitched mix between a yip and a bark, the rest of the beasts following it back into the forests. The area of blood around him forming into an oval shape. Then Izuku falls downward, being sent through a solid wall of blood that forms on his wall. Izuku yells as he tumbles off of his bed and his back slams into his desk, the knobs on the drawers slamming into his back. The knob of his desk drawer digging into the middle gash in his back causing a white hot lance of pain to rip through his entire body.
The pain finally rips him from his trance with a cry of pain, Izuku feels his strength return and he slowly rises to his feet. His legs are shaky and his body is coated in sweat sand and dirt stuck in his long hair and his face. He stumbles into the bathroom, using the door frame to hold himself up pushing himself to the mirror. Leaning down and opening the cabinet under the sink grabbing the two medical kits his mother forced him to buy. As well as grabbing a handheld mirror, setting the medical kits down. Turning his back to the mirror and looking into the hand held grimacing at the swollen, burned and shredded flesh of the gash. He grimaces again when he moves the muscles of his back stretching exposing the blisters in the gashes.
Izuku slowly begins to try and clean the gashes, using a damp soapy rag to clean around the wounds. Dabbing at the insides of the wound, using his tendrils of blood to stitch the wounds closed then wrapping bandages around his torso. Then he washes his hair, the beating of water on his skull soothing him like his heart beat after a long training session and what parts of his body, not covered in bandages with a washcloth.
Izuku looks at himself in the mirror and sighs, he looks like a mess, his hair was tangled and a bunch of knots stuck in it. Izuku continues to stand there in the bathroom basking in the steam, then he begins to dry himself off with a towel. Throwing his shirt and pants on he grabs a hairbrush and begins to go to work on the bramble of knots in his hair. Wincing every time he has to snatch the brush through a particularly stubborn knot. Finally when he's done he looks in the mirror, his hair is damp and the shirt hangs off him a size too big, but it covers his wounds.
His eyes flicker to his mouth at the crisscross of scars stretching from his mouth to his ears. He stares at the wound and realizes that the ones he just fixed weren't near as bad in comparison, sure they nearly killed him just the same. But the ones on his mouth have so much more attached to them the scars on his mouth destroyed three cities and killed hundreds. Izuku's face scrunches up remembering that day for the second time in less than an hour, the memory always hurts because he knows the monster that did this to him survived. But behind that grim look a fire burns inside, a determination to become a hero. To prove to everyone including himself that he wasn't a monster, that it wasn't his fault and to end that bastard. He would prove that he wasn't a villain and use his quirk to save a hundred times as many people as he hurt with it.
Izuku pushes off of the sink he was leaning on and walks back into his room, then he realizes he left his shredded clothes in the bathroom. He runs back in and grabs the shirt and shorts he'd had on. He walks outside and throws them into the dumpster just to be sure they wouldn't be found. Izuku stands out there staring at the dumpster for over a minute, a thought bugging him until it finally hits him. The perfect place for him Chikage and Katsuki to train, Dagobah beach, with the massive piles of trash they could be as destructive as they'd like.
When Izuku begins to walk back inside he realizes something, he can still feel the ocean of blood, he can feel all of its contents all contained in a small sphere in the center of his heart. A single thought permeates Izuku's entire being, 'I have infinite blood' despite the pain radiating through his body a smile finds itself on Izuku's face. His sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, this was an amazing revelation because it removed one of his only limits. And he could go back to that place, he remembers how he managed to leave. A portal of blood, his mind then flashes back to earlier that day when he'd finally pulled Katsuki from the sludge. The boy's body had disappeared seemingly into thin air only to reappear immediately after.
Izuku blinks when he realizes that he's back in his bedroom, deciding to just go to bed and he falls into his bed. Passing out almost immediately, he is woken up by the harsh blare of his alarm, his arm shoots out sending the alarm flying into the wall shattering. "Dammit I broke another alarm" Izuku sighs. Izuku gets up, his entire body is sore and his back feels like a thousand shards of glass are ripping through it every time he moves. But he doesn't mind that pain because it tells him that last night was real and not a dream. So despite his entire body feeling like he just ran three marathons, he feels ecstatic.
He knows for a fact that with this new development of his quirk he would be able to secure a spot at U.A. Moving quickly Izuku gets up and tries his best to ignore the pain in his back, he gets dressed for school and starts cooking breakfast. This had been his routine for nearly five years now, he would wake up before his mom cook breakfast for both of them, eat and leave. He knew his mom spent most of her time during the day sleeping since she had the nightshift most nights. So he made it a point to do everything around the house.
He knew she appreciated it even if she did wish he'd take at least a few days to relax, but he refused to be a burden along with making her worry for his safety. So he did everything around the house. When he finished breakfast he grabbed his bag and his lunch, and starts on his jog to school. It was about a fifteen minute walk normally but he'd cut that down to five. He liked running it helped him clear his head when he was stressed out. But just when he was about to walk out the door he remembered his mom had called him out of school. For the next week, so he didn't actually have to go to school. He lets out a sigh of relief he didn't want to have to deal with trying to hide the pain simply breathing caused him.
Walking back to his bedroom and pulling his uniform off, throwing back the baggy shirt and boxer, and falling back into his bed. He sleeps for another four hours, before he finally wakes up. His body hurts a lot less but it still feels like his back had been carved into with a serrated gutting knife. But not as bad as before, he gets up slowly yawning, walking into the kitchen he makes himself a plate of breakfast. Going to the living room window and looking out to see if his mom was home seeing her car not in the parking lot.
Izuku pulls his phone out, pulling up the group chat for him, Chikage and Katsuki, sending a quick message telling them he'd found a place to train. Katsuki being up isn't surprising, the guy gets up before the sun and trains like a demon. Chikage being up also isn't surprising considering his refusal to sleep. But they both respond almost immediately, asking where and when respectively. Izuku explains his idea and his reasoning, talking about the fact that they could also try and clean up the beach.
The three of them spend the next couple of hours sending each other random videos and messing with each other. It's a pleasant and simple way to pass the time but Izuku decides to spend his days off from school until he recovers studying. And to try and figure out what the hell that strange alien place was. How he managed to get there and why the hell did he seem to have such an affect on it. Why could he travel there and why was it so similar to his world in so many ways, then in so many others a completely eldritch and alien.
His efforts only lead him down a rabbit hole of cosmic and lovecraftian horror, every possible lead just leads him to internet forums full of crazies and trolls. The only thing he knows is the knowledge engraved into his bones, into his very soul. The names of those protective gods circling around the elder tree that for the life of him he can't recall their exact shape. As well as the name of the place itself THE AETHER. But a name as common as heaven and a name used for anything vaguely protective is useless.
So Izuku decides to draw the creatures that he could remember. Drawing that breathing mountain of muscle and scales, with its claws long as swords. The thick boney osteoderms sticking out of the thick plate like scales armouring its back, with its jagged teeth of different sizes pointing out at abnormal angles.
He draws the thick furred wolf-like beast with its short snout like that of a polar bear and a foxish head. He decides to come up with a name for these beasts, looking at words in other languages meaning explosion deciding on Crepitus.
When Izuku starts to draw the two tar monsters, he draws the spider-like one perfectly, a large goopy consistency with large globs of tar dripping off. But when he tries to draw the one that took the shape of him. He just draws increasingly complex geometric shapes, with sharp acute angles working as obtuse. When he finally finishes the drawing, a much larger silhouette of something that couldn't possibly be truly perceived even by something in the tenth dimension.
Izuku stares at the drawing in confusion; he couldn't understand how he had drawn this, a silhouette made entirely out of shapes ranging from second to tenth dimensional shapes. Shapes he didn't even know existed were on this paper, the longer he stares at the silhouette, a sense of stomach turning unease that confuses him. Ultimately slams the notebook shut, and decides to cook dinner before his mom gets home.
When Izuku finishes dinner his mom still hasn't gotten home from work, so he simply makes himself a plate and eats quickly. He washes his plate and walks to the bathroom to change out his bandages. Peeling off the bandages he goes to look at the injuries but he doesn't see anything there. Where there had been three massive gashes there were just three gnarled patches of skin.
The sight shocks Izuku leaving him in a stupor, the three long gnarled stretches of skin discolored slightly pink like freshly grown skin. His eyes scan over the scars, looking for any sign there had once been freshly shredded skin just hours before.
"What the fuck" he mutters, touching the rough patch of skin, then he remembers just before he'd fallen into his room. The wolfish beast licking at his wounds, its thick tongue spreading saliva in the wounds. He hadn't actually wiped it out, just spread it evenly along the wounds, and he'd stitched the wounds closed. "Fuck this, I'm going to bed" he says shutting the bathroom light off and tossing himself into bed.
He lies there for over an hour trying to go to sleep, the sun set filtering through his window bathing his room in pinks and purples. So he gets up, and throws on a baggy sweatshirt and some sweatpants. He writes a note as to where he was, knowing his mom would be home before him, and he walks out the door. Climbing up to the roof, he looks over away from the sunset, and he runs leaping to the next building. His hands latching onto a rusty metal railing, pulling himself up over the railing. He keeps running, jumping up, his feet landing on the railing.
He jumps again, sending his body forward, he hits the roof of a smaller building, landing on his shoulder rolling to his feet. He turns to the side, jumping up gripping onto a pipe and climbing up it, jumping slightly gripping the edge of the roof. He pulls himself up and keeps running, he loves free running. The feeling of wind and air rushing through his hair, being able to move freely to be truly free. It never ceases to bring a fanged smile to his face, he always runs when he can't sleep when he's stressed. When life in general becomes too much, this and training always helped him get his mind off of whatever fell heavy on it.
Izuku gets home late that night with the moon high, and bright his stomach grumbles, when he climbs through his window. He throws his jacket off sweat covering his body, dripping off of his hair, making it stick to his face. His breaths heavy and eyes cloudy, and his mind focused solely on getting food, he opens his door. Walking to the fridge he opens it and pulls out a packet of crimson red fluid, sloshing thickly. He sinks his teeth into the bottom of the bag, he quickly drains the bag taking in deep gulps of crimson blood.
When the bag is emptied Izuku's eyes clear up and he releases the bag, taking in deep breaths, he stares at the bag in disgust. Balling it up and shoving it into the trash, 'well I made it three weeks this time' Izuku thinks, sighing. His body is exhausted but dirty, so he walks to his room grabbing a single pair of boxers and a towel. He takes a long hot shower, washing the sweat and dust from his body. When he gets out he falls on his bed half his body hanging off the side and passes out.
He wakes up at seven in the morning, the next day, he stumbles out of bed checking his phone he sees that he's scheduled to work today at eight. He walks over to his closet flicking through his clothes until he finds his uniform. Getting ready for work, he walks out the door and too the convenience store he'd managed to get a part time job at. The owner a nice older man with a kind smile and reptilian quirk, and gray roots in his purple hair.
His shift only lasts until twelve, but he does get his paycheck today, so he decides to stop and get groceries and the stuff he would need for dinner. When Izuku gets home he sees that it's three o'clock. He messages Chikage and Katsuki asking if they want to meet up at Dagobah today. Their reaction is quick both saying yes ultimately deciding to meet up at five,
Izuku decides to start making dinner in case his mom gets home before he does, having already decided on trying out an American dish. He decided on lasagna; the process takes longer than he expects because of his inexperience with the dish. But he thinks it turns out ok, when he finishes cooking he quickly gets dressed. Wearing a dark green hoodie with a built in turtleneck and a pair of black jeans.
He grabs some of the lasagna to take with him and to share with Katsuki and Chikage putting the tupperware into a heated lunchbox. And he leaves a note for his mom letting her know where he is. Quickly checking the time he sees that it is four thirty, he rushes out the door grabbing his bag of supplies and food. He shows up at the beach at exactly five, Katsuki had already arrived and Chikage showed up at the same time as Izuku.
"Ok so what should we start off with," Chikage asks, looking at Izuku and Katsuki, "I think we should start off with individual quirk training" Izuku says. "Like Chikage works on keeping his shadows in a solid form for long periods of time. Kacchan can work on the heat of his explosions" he elaborates. "Yeah sure, sounds good to me" Chikage says with a shrug, "yeah I don't give a fuck" Katsuki growls. So they move towards the mountains of trash and begin their training, the beach is filled with sounds of crashing and screeching metal. Izuku works on the fine precision of his control on his blood. Making a cut on the palm of his hand he clasps his hands together and forms a large gauntlet of hardened blood around them. With his hands stuck together he begins to shoot off tendrils of blood. Having them throw small pieces of junk into the air and having each tendril attack a different piece.
Meanwhile Chikage stands at one trash pile with a pitch black staff that has wisp of darkness floating off of it. A look of concentration on his face as he moves into a fighting stance, taking a deep breath he moves forward and begins to spin the staff. Swiping and stabbing at the pile of junk in front of him. Only a few seconds into this the staff turns into a cloud of misty darkness, grunting in frustration Chikage's brows furrowed in concentration. The staff quickly returned to a much more solid state. Then he begins his process of attacking the pile of trash in front of him, until the staff dissipates again.
In another area of the junkyard Katsuki viciously attacks a pile of trash with explosions, his concentration on keeping the heat of his explosions to a minimum. While he maximizes the concussive force of the explosion. Basically creating a super bright blast of air, the trash he hits denting and crumpling with every blast. Instead of his usual feral grin a look of concentration is on Katsuki's face as he tries not to burn any of the junk. Everytime he singes a piece of metal he grunts in frustration.
When the sun begins to set the meet back at the stairs of the beach, their bodies sore and sweat dripping from their hair. Izuku walks up to his bag rummaging around in it until he pulls out the tupperware he'd put the food in. He hands Chikage and Katsuki a bowl of lasagna, along with forks. "What's this shit Fext" Katsuki says, looking at the food, "Oh it's lasagna American food" Izuku responds happily. "Ok but why did you have American food," Chikage asks. "Oh I've been trying to make a dish from every country for a while now, I chose America today" Izuku says as he pulls down the turtle neck and begins eating the food. The combination of taste is a foreign but pleasant surprise to Izuku. "Damn, this is good" Chikage says as he takes a bite of the food. They finish eating on the stairs of the beach and quickly begin gathering their things to leave.
When Izuku gets home he sees his mom's car in the driveway, walking through the door he doesn't see her in the living room so he assumes she's already asleep.. Before he laid down he checked his phone and he saw a notification from All Might.
Hello young Midoriya, I just wanted to let you know I have completed your training regiment and would like you to meet me at Dagobah municipal beach at 4:00 am tomorrow
The message made Izuku's heart sink, how could he have forgotten his training with All Might, and how could All Might have chosen the same place as Izuku. Izuku begins to panic as he thinks about what to do. If he tries to cancel on Katsuki and Chikage he'd be a bad friend, but he can't just tell the number one hero no. His heart races as he realizes that his only other option is to let Bakugou and Chikage find out about him and All Might. Gritting his teeth he responds to All Might with a simple yes sir. Then he sets an alarm for four am, putting his phone on charge and playing some music. He goes to bed, his heart in his throat and his stomach in knots.