Goals to Achieve

Note: in case I didn't mention before, there are a bunch if different ships. Some that I've never shipped before and thought would be good for this story, some that I do because I multiship people and some that are guilty pleasures. A few characters just won't date anyone. Anyway, enjoy the random, potentially cool ships. I haven't decided on all of them yet, so surprises for all!

Note- I'm still debating who to put Todoroki with. I'm a pretty hard core Todomomo shipper, though I really like Tododeku too and the story might make more sense with him. Thoughts?

With a long sigh Uraraka threw herself onto her bed with a huff. Jiro, her friend who had come along with her, sat on the bed next to her. She leaned back on her arms while Uraraka buried her face into the pink pillow. "That," Jiro began once she'd regained the strength to speak, "Was a long day." She could see Ochaco nod into the pillow.

Eventually Jiro was able to get to her feet. While Uraraka was shorter with a curvier, muscular body, Jiro had grown up quite skinny with an average height. She was strong of course- you had to be if you were a fire fighter- but it didn't show. She pulled her short black hair out of the small ponytail she had put it in whenever she was working. "Do you mind if I call Momo? She gets off work in a bit, and might be willing to bring us some food."

There were absolutely no complaints when Ochaco practically pounced on the idea. All the energy that was gone a second ago returned with a vengeance. "Yes! Ask her to bring cheesecake to! And some burgers, maybe a few potatoes…" Jiro laughed as Uraraka went on with her wish list.

"Alright, alright. I'm not sure if she's actually in town you know!" Uraraka just giggled happily before rushing downstairs to set the table.

Fortunately for the two exhausted women, Yaoyorozu had just gotten back from a trip to Italy. She was thrilled to come visit them and brought more food than the three of them could eat. Uraraka had absolutely no complaints about that and started eating right away. Even though Ochaco rarely did the cooking, often her friends would come visit at her place. The house that Ochaco owned in the country, a small distance from all the business and business of the city, gave them a bit of peace and quiet from their own lives. It was a large house, used to be a farm-house Ochaco would always say. The design was somewhat old fashioned, and the repairs to damages were usually done with cheap materials. Many people who came by the house wondered how Ochaco was able to pay for such a large house that, if proper repairs had been put in, would be absolutely gorgeous. And the answer was always the same.

She couldn't.

"Of course he was found guilty," Yaoyorozu explained her most recent case while the other two women gobbled up their food. "All the evidence I had pointed to the truth that he had the gun."

"Still, taking down the head of a mafia division is no small feat Momo," Jiro reminded her. "Everyone may have known he was guilty, but not everyone could prove that." Momo blushed while staring at her food. It amazed Uraraka that such an intelligent women, one of the most powerful lawyers in the world, still had such little confidence in her own abilities.

After chomping down on some mashed potatoes, Ochaco spoke up with her mouth still full. "I'm glad you made it out okay! How long are you back in town for?" Their little town was just on the edge of a much larger city, making it perfect for people who wanted distance but could still get to work. Yaoyorozu nodded as she gracefully took a bite of her chicken. "That's awesome! We should all do something! We can ask Midoriya and his partner and,"

Before Ochaco could finish, there was a harsh knock on the door. Jiro and Yaoyorozu both looked at each other in confusion while Ochaco automatically stood. "I'll ah…I'll get that." Just as confused as her friends, Uraraka rushed to the front doors. Was she expecting someone else that she forgot about? Had Izuku forgotten something at her place the last time he'd visited?

When she threw the door open however, her spirits were dashed. "Monomo." Her voice caught in her throat as her landlord stood in front of her, his regular cocky smirk on his face. "It's ah… Nice to see you."

"Of course it is." Without waiting to be invited, he pushed his way into the door. Now, an audience to this scene may wonder why Ochaco would have a landlord for her home. That is a long and interesting story.

See, the house did not belong to her at first. Before her, it belonged to her parents. Ochaco grew and was raised in the nice farmhouse. When her parents passed, Ochaco had promised to keep the house that they'd raised her in. The house may have belonged to Ochaco by right, because it was given to her in her parents will. However, since they didn't have the money to pay the government, it was placed in the city's care until Ochaco could take it. And because of that, Ochaco had to pay them back a certain amount every month as if she was renting the place. Then once the amount she paid equaled the amount for the house, it was hers. She only had a year or so to go. Something she looked forward to every month, and each payment she made was a small weight off her shoulders. However, if she were being honest, part of the relief wasn't just finally having the house to herself. It was not having to deal with the landlord who loved to come in for…visits.

Monomo, the one who officially owned the house until she could pay it off, turned to her with a grin. "I just wanted to remind you that the payment for this month will be due in a week. It was late last month, so I wanted to ensure you did not forget." Ochaco nodded, but internally she was holding back the urge to punch him in the face. He knew full well that Ochaco made sure to pay her debts as fast as she could. But just meeting the monthly quota was a struggle with her paycheck.

"I won't forget," Uraraka assured him.

He didn't seem to notice the determination in her wide brown eyes. "You'd better not. If you miss the deadline for another payment, we have all legal permission to take the house back.

It was like Monomo had reached into her chest, taken out her heart and smashed it with a hammer. Her eyes widened and she clenched her chest as if she was physically in pain. "W-what? No you can't!" Monomo said nothing, ignoring Uraraka's internal crisis. It had always been a possibility in the back of her mind, but she'd never wanted to acknowledge it. She'd hoped that it wasn't possible. That they wouldn't do that. But she should have known that money made the world go round. "I've already paid off the house for the last four years! That's more than half! That's not fair!"

"That's not legal," Yaoyorozu interrupted, her and Jiro rushing to her aid. Monomo seemed startled by the interruption and backed up when Yaoyorozu cornered him. "Legally she has agreed to pay the proper amount every month in order to buy off the house. If she has already paid for the amount in more than half the price, there is no legal way you can take the house."

"But you see I can!" Monomo exclaimed, holding up a copy of the contract. Yaoyorozu took it and started reading it over quickly while he explained to Uraraka in person. "When you signed the contract to pay for the house by a certain amount every month. If you do not meet these deadlines, the property is ours. Of course all your money you paid off will be returned, but the house will not be returned." All the money returned? Ochaco doubted that Monomo wouldn't find a way around that as well. Jiro had placed both hands on Uraraka's shoulders when she noticed the girl starting to go pale. Over Uraraka's head she looked to Yaoyorozu for support.

Unfortunately, after reading the contract, Yaoyorozu shook her head. "I'm sorry. It's legal." With a quick glare at Monomo's back she added, "Extremely slimy and backhanded, but legal."

Monomo just shrugged carelessly. "All you need to know is that we want the house paid off as soon as possible, or you forfeit the house."

"What for?" Momo asked. "What reason could you have for doing this? She is paying for the house, the proper amount is yours."

"It's real simply, isn't it," Jiro scoffed. "Because the price that her parents had on the house is nothing compared to what a great big house that is in such a good location is not nearly as much as you could get. Ochaco gets some off because it was part of her parent's will, but if you were able to take the house away, you could sell it for an even greater price and get more money." The realization made Momo gasp, but Ochaco showed no surprise. She'd always known that despite barely being able to make the payments, her parents property was very valuable. Many had come to her offering to buy it off her at double the price she was paying for it. But she would never give it up.

That dedication that Ochaco felt towards the house was lost on Monomo. At the moment however he recognized he was cornered. Eyes flashing to the three girls, his smirk started to fade. "Well," he huffed, straightening his tie. "That is all that I needed to tell you. Good day then." Without another word he spun around, his sharp suit jacket swinging in the air as he did. Jiro's glare practically sent him running out of the door. Jiro took great pleasure in slamming it shut behind him.

As soon as he was gone, the two friends focused on the very worried looking Ochaco. She was running her hands over each other, staring at the closed door in fear. The house she lived in was the one she promised to keep in memory of her parents. She couldn't let go of such an important memory of them. They had been her whole world at one point, and now that they were gone, Uraraka could not let them down and lose their house that they have left her! She just couldn't! She-

"He's just bullying you Ochaco." Jiro interrupted her thoughts, placing both hands on her shoulders and forcing her to look her in the eye. "Don't even worry about it! Those suit-and-coat guys worry about nothing but money!"

"Ochaco, if you ever need help paying off for a month, I can lend you the money and you can pay it back later if you want." Momo put on a smile, trying to be reassuring. Truthfully Uraraka was very grateful for the offer and smiled at her to show that. But in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't. It was her parent's house. Her responsibility.

"No. No, I can do it." She took a deep breath. "I'll keep my parents' house myself. I can. Don't even worry about it!" She forced herself to put on a grin that was a bit too wide. The other two girls looked at each other, obviously skeptical. "He just threw me off guard is all! Jiro's right, he was just trying to bully me. I've been making my payments fine."

Neither girl was sure if they believed her. But they decided it wasn't their place to push either.

After their meal Jiro and Momo decided to head home together. After getting a glance at Ochaco's fridge Momo insisted on letting her keep the leftovers. Ochaco had readily agreed and waved happily as her two friends walked down the path to Momo's car. Only once the two girls were gone did Ochaco rested her head against the doorframe in defeat. She had been honest when she said she had been paying back the payments in time. But even with those payments, she had to dig into her savings a few times to get the proper amount she owed. It was difficult, and the visit from Monomo just added onto that constant stress.

"Only a few more months," She whispered to herself, as a self-assurance. "Only a little bit longer, then the house is mine. You've already paid more than half. You're almost done…" As her heart started to clench in fear, she decided to go to another for help. "Dear God…please watch over me. Help me keep my parents' house. Maybe…send me an angel. The nicest angel you have."

Elsewhere in space, Bakugou let out a cackle of maniacal laughter.

It had only taken him three hours. THREE hours. Those fools were really in charge of the safety of the world? What a joke. If he hadn't gotten lost while looking for a rocket, he would have been out in two alone.

As soon as Bakugou had escaped the cage he'd been forced into he raced around to find an escape. He knew they were planning to execute him before the even gave the order. Of course they were. He would have done the same thing. While he was sure he could have easily taken out every one of those weaklings in that whole ship, he did not want to risk them calling more enforcements. Sure, he doubted any of those fools would be strong enough even with that, but he didn't want to risk any injuries. It hadn't taken him long to find an escape pod. At the moment he was navigating his way around asteroids, trying to lose the fleet of soldiers that he knew would be hot on his tail at any moment. While he had been trained for combat, his skills in the air needed some work. But it didn't matter. They wouldn't catch him.

No, Bakugou had to get out. He had to live. Once that was done, then he would be free. Free to do exactly what he was raised to do.

Destroy the rotten world.

His creator had been thinking small. That idiot only wanted a few puny worlds. That fool. Didn't he realize that Bakugou was meat for so much more? He could have the galaxy. The entire universe! His power was more than any other creature that had ever lived! As soon as Bakugou had realized just how small his master's plan really was, he'd laughed in his face. It hadn't taken long for Bakugou to make sure Overhaul would never get the chance to argue back. He hadn't shed a tear for his teacher. There had never been any love shared in between the two of them. It was simply a matter of usefulness. Unfortunately for Overhaul, he thought he was the one using Bakugou. He'd quickly learned the error of that belief.

If nothing else, Bakugou could respect the man's ideals. Eradicating the worlds? There was certainly no use for them. Everyone was rotten. Rotten. His parents may have been…different, but they were gone. His own teacher had created him to use him. He had brought Bakugou to countless worlds and showed him the true nature of a soul. Bakugou was the only one that mattered, none of those extras. It was clear everyone was rotten to the core. Bakugou knew there was nothing else but that darkness. But he was stronger. Not like those spineless cowards who sent others to do work for them. No, Bakugou would never work for anyone. He'd destroy every planet he could find until he ruled the entire galaxy. The name Lord Explosion Murder would be spread all across the universe, no one would ever live without hearing the name-

Lord Explosion Murder?

Was that right?

He hesitated his directory, allowing the small escape pod that barely fit him to take auto pilot as he tried to recollect his thoughts. That was his name. Of course that was his name. What else would…Oh. Bakugou. He'd been calling himself that for a while now, hadn't he? Unconsciously it had begun to stick. Bakugou…Katsuki. That was what that alien had called him. The one that he couldn't forget…

Aizawa…something had been different about him. He wasn't sure what. He couldn't figure out why he wasn't as angry when he spoke to him. He was weird, right? His voice had been different than his teachers. He hadn't run away and cowered behind others like many of the enemies Bakugou had taken down in the past. And his eyes…There was something different in his eyes. The way he had looked at Bakugou. It bothered him. He didn't like it. It was strange, stupid, and he couldn't name it. Everyone he had met, Bakugou had been prepared to kill and be killed in turn. But for some reason, with that man…

Aizawa…

Whatever. It didn't matter. He was probably just-just weird. Whatever made him different must have been some kind of disease. Bakugou wanted no part of that. He was onto bigger and better things. He had to…

Unconsciously, Bakugou started rubbing the grenade built into his arm. A month ago, Aizawa had found him. After he and his soldiers had managed to get in a few, lucky shots, Bakugou had been captured. He remembered snarling at Aizawa as he stepped closer to him. He had hardened his skin, preparing for the punch that would inevitably pierce him. But Aizawa had put a soft hand on his arm. Bakugou's eyes had widened when Aizawa watched the weapon, completely ignoring the danger that was right in front of him. Like he didn't care. Like he knew he wouldn't be killed. Was he an idiot, Bakugou remembered wondering. But Aizawa had looked up, and the softness in his eyes had startled Bakugou so much he hadn't moved. This looks like you've had it for a while now, He'd said, his voice softer than his teachers had ever been. …that must have hurt.

I'm sorry. But you'll be okay, He'd said. Trust me…

A hard jolt to the side of Bakugou's head snapped him out of the memory. With a hiss, Bakugou turned his pod just enough so he could see a large fleet of five fighter flyers racing towards him. He cursed his own mind for getting distracted. Freaking idiotic memories! Why was he even thinking about that? He had worlds to conquer! With a newfound confidence Bakugou grabbed the controls and charged the engines. With a flash he was racing through the asteroids, avoiding lasers sent after him in a desperate attempt to damage him. The morons! They couldn't aim! After a thought, Bakugou turned his pod momentarily. He could practically see the shock on their faces when he used his laser to aim a perfectly charged attack at the middle racer. It hit directly in the engine, exactly like Bakugou had planned. His laugh echoed as the ship exploded while he turned to make his getaway. That would teach them. Don't go up against the best unless you have the best.

Unfortunately, even the best make mistakes.

As soon as he turned back to escape, there was a crash. Startled, Bakugou could only barely register the screen that reported engine failure. Had one of the lasers actually hit? No…Looking at the damage, he realized he had been hit by one of the stupid asteroids. With horror, he realized what little control he had over the pod was starting to fail. Desperately he tried regaining control, swirling the wheel around this way and that to get out of the line of fire. But the engine didn't just lose power. It exploded, sending his ship through the atmosphere and defying the antigravity law. While the antigravity wanted him to float, his ship when flying forwards, faster than the ships behind him could follow. He could only watch in despair as he soared past planets and stars in turn, hoping and praying that he would get close to a planet to land before his ship ran out of fuel.

Then he was caught in a gravity sphere. His ship, which normally would have shot right past the small, insignificant planet, was caught onto its gravity. Instead of going forward, his ship started falling out of space and into the sky. His fear started to turn to rage when instead of a high-galactic world that he could use to start his quest for power, he was caught by a small, useless rock. When he'd wanted to be at a planet with high galactic communications, and the ability to start at the top, he realized the world he was seeing was barely above a level 2 planet.

And worst of all? From his quick glimpses at the maps in the pod and the world when he was a distance form it, he was able to recognize the world.

Earth.