Hello All! Time for chapter 2 of this very odd new fic of mine. I am working on the others as well, but I wanted to get some chapters done for this before I go whole hog on the others.

The response to this story have been amazing, and I hope more people can enjoy it!

Onto the Reviews:

Seth A. Mincberg: Glad you enjoy it, I am still in the process of figuring out some more aspects of He-Man I could potentially bring in. However, the difference in time between dimensions will have some character to not appear. Cringer is one, but I am not feeling the loss for it because Izuku sorta already fits the role? One I can tell you that will happen is the Havok staff.

After all, what's He-man without a Skeletor? :D

Ynozarg: There is a mention of it in this chapter, but Izuku did clean the beach by himself. However, there was some 'interfernce' caused by a certain sword that had him clear the entire thing before he could even touch its hilt.

nova1233: Hope this will help keep the interest :)

Saramus92: Glad you are enjoying it, and I can say "yes" there will be a battlecat at some point. Though I'm confused since Izuku is a "He" in this story XD As for the relationships? While the One shot idea I did hinted at a harem/poly set up... I'm still unsure of the way I want to go with this aspect.

Apedreitor: Thanks!

[MHA and "He-man and the Masters of the Universe" all belong to their copyright owners, as I do not own any of them.]

Chapter 2

Sullen Spy

"Mom, I'm home!"

Izuku sighed softly as he removed his red shoes, rising and stretching as he watched his mother turn the corner. The shorter and plumper woman gave him a bright smile as she moved quickly to his side and hugged him tightly.

"Oh, welcome home, Izuku! How was your day, sweety?" Inko softly spoke as she helped him remove his jacket, ensuring it didn't get caught on the sword hilt, which it did on occasion.

"It was alright… everyone in class seemed friendly enough. Our teacher, though…." Izuku paused, looking away from his mother as if contemplating something before noticing the rather ominous aura coming from the single parent, quickly raising his hands up and waving them slightly, "N-no, no! Mom, it's not like Aldera! I promise! He's a pro hero, and admittedly, yes, he was a bit harsh, but it wasn't out of malice!"

Inko continued to stare at her son, a dead-panned look on her face before she let out a gently but heavy sigh, "Alright, I'll take your word for it, but you are going to explain what happened today during dinner, young man… as well as tell me why your late coming back home."

"O-of course Mom, just like I promised…." Izuku chuckled weakly while still getting the 'glare' from his mother, whose attention was stolen when the rattling of a pot could be heard in the small apartment.

"Go and clean up for dinner, Izuku. I tried my hand at a new stew recipe today, and hopefully, it will taste good." Inko said as she returned to the pot on the stove, stirring it slowly as the gentle scent of cooked vegetables and meat filled the air, causing Izuku's stomach to growl loudly, making the boy blush as he walked past her.

"You always make awesome food, Mom." Izuku smiled as he headed towards his room while Inko took a small taste of the stew from a sample dish, smiling smugly to herself from the praise of her 'baby boy'.

Izuku sighed as he slowly opened the door to his room, calming himself down as he moved towards his bed, removing the scabbard clinging to his back and placing it on top of the sheets. His emerald eyes slowly scanned over the room, which would generally be filled to the brim with hero merchandise, with most of it being of the number one hero, All Might. But now, most of the room was packed into cardboard boxes, with some marked for storage while others were for his future dorm room at the university, oddly enough with semi-metallic stickers of the UA logo pasted onto one side of the boxes.

As Izuku went to his desk, about to continue packing, he let his gaze pass over some of its contents and stopped. Blinking for a moment, he reached in and pulled out one of his old analysis books; Izuku let out a heavy sigh as he let his fingers run over the burnt cover edges and water-damaged pages of the notebook before looking at the title.

'Hero Analysis for the Future: #13'

Good old unlucky thirteen.

As Izuku slowly opened the notebook, he made sure to be careful, considering how fragile the pages were. As Izuku began to read, the memories of that day flooded his mind. From witnessing the debut of the heroine 'Mt. Lady', to the rather hellish and typical day of high school. His brows furrowed as he remembered the 'advice' given to him by Kac- Bakugo; he was just Bakugo now, and once the memories turned to his fated meeting with All Might, the man he looked up to all his life, crushing his dreams by telling him to be 'realistic'.

He had reached the last entry of this notebook, the one with All Might's autograph printed across the pages; his hand started to shake slightly, and the urge to rip the signature and toss it out weighed heavily on him.

But he just closed the book, placing it back into the box with the rest of his older analysis books and the ones that followed past the thirteenth. While he usually would use all the pages in his notebooks before starting a new one, the sight of the damaged object just hurt to look at most of the time, so he started the fourteenth sooner than he had wanted.

Granted, it was a good thing he did so.

After all, it wasn't every day you stumbled across a magic sword sticking out of a trash pile.

It had been nearly ten months since he had started this hellish self-imposed training. Izuku was panting hard as he struggled to set down the long abandoned washing machine into the pile of washed-up appliances. It amazed him to think that things like these could come from the ocean, and given the amount of seaweed that had grown inside of the washing machine indicated that this wasn't solely just dumped onto the beach like so many of the other items he had found.

But that wasn't important now.

Moving back to the path he had cleared, Izuku wiped away the sweat on his brow as he looked up toward his intended goal, the item that first caught his attention on 'that day'. His emerald eyes gazed upon the odd-looking sword plunged into the top of the scrap heap that he could now finally reach.

He could feel a drawing and pulling sensation from the sword the first time he encountered it.

Slowly climbing up the literal mountain of metal, Izuku's fingers clenched, and his arm muscles flexed as he held on, no longer the 'twig' of a teenager he was but a very built-up young man. Something his mother noted during dinner these past few months while also teasing him about he was doing this to perhaps impress someone, much to his embarrassment.

With one final grunt, Izuku hoisted himself to the top, standing tall as he looked down towards the blade. The ornate design was different from what he was used to seeing, given it looked like a Western-style type of sword;. However, nothing that would be described as normal. He saw beautiful designs running down the blade's shaft that looked like some language. But, he merely passed it off as a design choice from whoever had made the thing.

Reaching out with his right hand, Izuku was about to touch the weapon's hilt before reeling back slightly, having gotten a nasty static shock from the thing. He grumbled as he flexed his fingers to get the feeling back, undeterred from having gone so far and worked so hard for this moment that Izuku took the hilt with both hands, grunting loudly as he pulled and lifted the sword up high into the sky.

The blade shone brightly from the sun's rays, Izuku panting slightly from the effort, considering it was metal stuck in metal. As he was about to bring the sword back down, he squinted and noticed the odd markings from earlier looked to now be perfect Japanese. Still holding the sword aloft in the air, Izuku Midoriya uttered the six words inscribed on the blade that would forever change his life.

"'By the power of Greyskull'..?"

"Izuku! Dinner's ready!" The voice of his mother snapped Izuku out of his reminiscing. Quickly placing the rest of his books into the box labeled for UA, Izuku closed the box, and as he made his way out of his room, he was thinking about how to best describe the day he had to her while also bringing up the 'after classes' sessions with Hound Dog he would be having.

He had to admit that while Aizawa did seem to be a bit harsh, talking with the man after classes did help elevate some of his worries. But Izuku couldn't just forget about all the past teachers he had, and there was still the feeling that, eventually, the other shoe would fall, and Izuku would be back to square one.

At least most of his classmates seemed nice enough.

Aizawa sipped some of his jelly drink as he watched Midoriya run through the assessment test again, this time by himself and after the second day's classes, but also while he had transformed.

Despite what he thought of the boy during the initial tests, the fact that Midoriya had been pretty much breaking any testing machine or school record while performing the tests made Aizawa lower his head into his scarf more.

He had tried to erase the quirk a few times by looking at the student or the sword he carried with him but to no avail. It was odd, given that it usually was mutation-type quirks that couldn't be erased, and he had pegged the transformation as some sort of emitter type, given its flashy nature. But no, the 'problem child' just kept motoring through all the tests, and eventually, Aizawa had enough, "Alright, Midoriya. Times up."

The student had approached his teacher, panting slightly after running around the track for nearly half an hour. The young man beamed a smile, "How did I do? I did as you asked and held nothing back."

"You most certainly did." Aizawa cryptically said as he flipped the clipboard over in his hand to hand over to Midoriya, who blinked as he looked over the scores.

"Um… sir? These all just say 'yes'."

Aizawa just looked at him, deadpan as ever, as Izuku took the silent hint and rubbed the back of his head, "I see your point."

"Good, now go hit the showers, and afterward you'll head over to Recovery Girl's office so we can get you a medical check-up, both in and out of you using your quirk." The scruffy-looking man had turned on his heel to head towards the office and wait, but he heard the boy's body shift quickly, which caught his attention, "What is it, Midoriya?"

"Can I ask you, or more, to get your permission about something?" Midoriya spoke calmly, staring hard at his teacher, "I'd like your permission to do the hero classes while not in this form."

"You mean when you're 'using your quirk', correct?" Aizawa squinted at Midoriya while also raising his eyebrow, watching as the muscular boy flinched before quickly nodding as if to agree.

"Yes! Yes, 'using my quirk', my apologies, sir, still getting used to having it and all." Izuku let out a chuckle that the pro underground hero easily picked up as being forced.

Aizawa chose to ignore it for now, storing it away in his mind as he let out a sigh, "This isn't some half-assed attempt not to be embarrassed around your classmates or, considering what we just did for the last half an hour, you are planning on holding back against them?"

"N-no! No, it's not either of those things, sir." Izuku said as he waved his hands about, looking worried before rubbing the back of his head, "I don't think that would be respectable towards the others if I purposely held back, and I thought a fair amount last night… about what you said."

"Then why are you asking me if you'd be excused from using your quirk, Midoriya?"

Izuku had stood there for a few moments, his hands by his sides now as he took a slow and calming breath. And despite how he seemed to lose all his nervousness when he used his quirk, Aizawa could tell this was a trained response, which further solidified the homeroom teacher's decision to have Hound Dog help him in the therapy sessions.

Emerald eyes met pure black eyes as Izuku gave him a determined look, "As strange as it sounds, I can be knocked out of this state after taking a heavy amount of force or damage, and when that happens, I may not have a chance to transform again as I would need time to recover, but it also would leave me in… I guess you could call it my 'normal' form? Regardless, I need to practice being in that state and be able to defend myself as well as those around me until I can call upon my power once more."

"I see…" Aizawa said as he brought his hand up to his chin, deep in thought. The tired teacher clearly thought about how he had surmised that for Midoriya to fully use his quirk, he needed to do the odd posing and the call-out. Turns out he was right.

Looking back towards his student, seeing the nervousness beginning to build, Aizawa turned towards Midoriya, "While many would think it is an odd request, it is logical for someone in our field of work to try and overcome their drawbacks. That being said, there will be a caveat in place."

"Yes, sir?"

"Your heroics teacher will have the final say, and should they want you to use your quirk for the exercise, you are to do so without question, am I clear?"

Midoriya nodded, "Crystal, Mr. Aizawa."

"Good, now go home."

With another swift nod and an 'I return the power', Aizawa watched as the teenager made his way to the changing rooms; after a few moments, he walked over to the other gym exit and sighed, "You can come out now."

A wet-sounding cough from around the corner was heard before the emancipated Toshinori Yagi slowly peeked around it, pulling a handkerchief from the breast pocket of the gaudy yellow pin-striped suit he was wearing and dabbing it against his sunken lips. Both men now stared at one another as Aizawa crossed his arms, "Shocked to see the number one hero hiding in the shadows."

"I would ask how you figured out I was here in the first place… but considering your expertise within the underground world, I'd imagine 'spatial awareness' is a sixth sense to you now." Yagi spoke gently, the now slightly bloody piece of cloth close to his lips.

"You were also coughing loudly during the problem child's assessment test." Aizawa bluntly stated, watching the thin man cough harshly before turning his gaze back to the changing rooms, "Regardless, shouldn't you be finishing up the paperwork? It's bad enough that we had to hold off on the first heroics class until this Friday because of some of the missing forms you needed to actually teach here."

"I finished them this morning, thinking I could persuade Nezu to allow me to start the classes earlier than that; however, he wished to keep it as is for now." Toshinori cleared his throat as he spoke before looking over at the changing room doors as well. Aizawa watched from the corner of his eye at the number one hero with a somewhat more sullen expression.

"You heard what Midoriya asked, correct?"

"Hmm? Oh yes, I did, and I think it's a wonderful idea, and it just shows how determined young Midoriya is to become a pro hero. Honestly, it made me think of an interesting lesson plan between the battle trials and the USJ trip." Toshinori gave a big smirk to the other man, who merely huffed.

"Well, run it by Nezu and me once you finalize it. You may be the number one hero, but that doesn't make you an experienced teacher." Aizawa stated, which caught Yagi off guard once again, coughing into the handkerchief, "I'd also recommend letting the students see your 'smaller' side outside of classes; that way, you can conserve your time limit, but also move around the university with some privacy."

Yagi gently nodded as he continued to cough slightly, "A-Agreed and a good idea… oof, pardon me, I should go check up with Recovery Girl before young Midoriya gets there."

"Yes, you should." Aizawa said as he watched Toshinori leave the way he came in, and unbeknownst to him, Aizawa was squinting his eyes in curiosity, wondering why All Might, of all people, was watching one of his students with a rather sad look.

Izuku huffed and puffed as he rushed up the stairwell; you'd think with all the training and running he did that he'd have higher endurance, but given how exhausted he felt after doing another set of QATs only twenty minutes prior, he could forgive himself this once as he got onto the train platform.

His emerald eyes scanned down the tracks on both ends, before pulling out his phone to check the time and looking puzzled, considering a train should have been there already, yet the absence of any incoming train sounds and complete lack of anything resembling its arrival perplexed the young adult.

Just as he was about to message his mother he would be a little late, a peculiar sight caught his eye from one of the benches not too far from where he was standing. It was a shock for him to see, but even though they had only really two days, Izuku wouldn't think he could make a mistake as to who he was seeing right now as Izuku walked up closer to them.

After all, not many people had bright pink, fluffy hair and oddly shaped yellow horns, "A-Ashido?"

"Hmm? OH! Hi Midori!" Mina turned her head and smiled brightly up at her classmate, giving him a little wave as the shopping bags she was holding jostled as she did so, "What are you doing here?"

"M-mister Aizawa asked me to stay back after today's classes to do the assessment tests again… w-with my quirk, this time." Izuku said quietly as his eyes shifted to the open spot on the bench beside her, "Y-you don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, big guy!" Mina giggled gently, "It's not like I'm going to bite or anything."

Izuku chuckled weakly, sitting beside Mina as he sighed gently and looked over the barely populated train platform before turning back to her, "I-I'm a little shocked you're still here, though. Considering the day ended about a while ago."

"Oh, I had to do some shopping for my dorm room. I figured I'd try some of the little shops around the University to see what they have so I know while I'm living here." Mina smiled and held up the bag to emphasize her point, "Even got a few more supplies, so I'm not running around like a chicken with no head on once we move in."

"H-huh, that's a really good idea." Izuku said while rubbing his chin, trying to think about if he needed anything, missing the questioning gaze of Mina.

"So, that's my reason, but what are you still doing out, Midori?"

"Hmm? A-ah, Aizawa wanted me to do the assessment tests again… t-this time while using my quirk." Izuku said nervously, "S-something about keeping records for future growth."

"Makes sense, considering you did awesome while not even using it until the 'ball toss' yesterday." The 'alien' girl smiled and leaned back slightly, moving the bag onto her lap while she stretched her arms upward, not seeing Izuku looking away with a blush on his cheeks as she had closed her eyes. Once she was done, Mina looked back to him, "So, do you live far?"

"M-Me? N-No…" Izuku turned his gaze back to her, "Far enough that a ten-minute train ride is better than a forty-minute walk. Y-You?"

"My folks live out in Chiba, and it's a pain to get up every morning…." The pink-skinned woman sighed as she looked down the currently vacant tracks, "It doesn't help that the trains are running late thanks to some skirmish earlier."

"C-Chiba? That's like three hours away!" Izuku exclaimed while Mina nodded gently.

"Yep, and I tried to find updates on social media, and there's been nothing, not even an update from the railway!" Mina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. However, Izuku's brows furrowed as he quickly pulled out his cellphone, opened his browser app, and looked through his usual 'haunts'. His eyes flicked about as he scrolled past numerous hero forum posts he'd normally spend a few hours scrolling through, but Izuku was on a mission. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice Mina had raised her eyebrow at him while staring.

"Here we go!" The green-haired boy exclaimed, while moving his phone screen to Mina, "Turns out it was a fight between Death Arms and someone who had an enlarging quirk… looks like their fight caused some damage to the rails… and they are still repairing them, but the trains should start running in… oh geez, another five hours."

Mina gasped and then groaned, "Five hours?! Really? Ugh, fantastic… Might as well see if my papa can come to pick me up when he's off work, which isn't for another two hours, and it would take him almost another hour before he would get here…."

As his classmate huffed, pulling out her own phone, Izuku noticed a lot of cutesy charms hanging off of it, though one particular one of a nasty-looking alien was very out of place. However, that was not the issue, as Mina was effectively stuck for around three hours before anyone could pick her up, and while he would wait with her to help pass the time and keep her company, the gentle spring nip in the air also told him they would get very cold, very fast… which would not do either of them any good.

However, there was one option.

One option that every ounce of his body was screaming at him not to do, one he felt that would and could lead to so many understandings, something he knew he would die in embarrassment over. Plus, Izuku didn't want Ashido to think he had any ulterior motive with that option, considering he noticed the girls' dislike for a particular ball-haired classmate and the antics he had gotten himself into during the first two days.

A small gust blew past the pair, causing Mina to shiver while she was testing her father, to be followed up with a tiny but admittedly adorable sneeze. As his stomach was starting to curl around his insides, the words said to him by their homeroom teacher from the previous day entered his mind. After a few moments of thinking, Izuku, with his cheeks and face nearly red, turned rigidly towards Mina, who looked up from her phone from noticing the sudden movement from her classmate, who had been quiet for some time.

"A-Ashido… I have a suggestion…"