It was a beautiful and sunny day in Musutafu, Japan; Perfect temperature and not a cloud in sight. Absolutely nothing could ruin it…

Except for the mountains of trash that surrounded Kyouka Jirou, a short, petite, seventeen-year-old girl with short, purple hair and an earphone jack dangling from each ear.

"Welcome, Young Jirou, to Dagobah beach," a large but frail hand clapped down on her shoulder.

The hand originated from the number one hero: All Might, AKA Toshinori Yagi, a deathly frail and gaunt man, with sunken blue eyes, and a head of blond hair that had two tufts hanging down to frame his face. "This is where you will be training to inherit my quirk, One For All!"

"But wait, I thought you said I was ready to get it now?" Kyouka asked, now slightly depressed.

"I said that you were good enough to inherit One For All, not that you were ready. Your body is far too small to handle my awesome power. If you tried to use it now, all of your limbs would pop off," Toshinori explained further.

The blond man buffed up, the two tufts of hair that were hanging down standing on end in a 'V' shape, before pulling a laminated piece of paper from his pocket. "Judging by your current build, I calculate that it will take five months to be ready for my power, giving you another five to train with it before the entrance exam. That is, if you stick to this: The All-American, Aim to Pass, Dream Plan!"

"You planned out everything," Kyouka said in amazement. "So wait, why did you bring me here?"

"Very good question, young Jirou. Until the entrance exam, you shall be cleaning this entire beach!" Toshinori yelled, gesturing towards all of the trash piles.

"YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!"

"Back before quirks, the only heroes were the people that helped their community be the best it could be. You first need to be that kind of hero, before you can be this kind of hero!" Toshinori's voice held a kind of passion and conviction that Kyouka didn't even know existed.

The purple-haired girl dragged a hand down her face and exhaled deliberately. "I may have gotten myself in over my head... but fuck it, which pile do you want me to start?"

It had been a month since Kyouka had started her clean up on the beach, and already, she had noticed a change in her muscle definition, albeit a small one.

However, something didn't feel right. She kept seeing these weird figures dash in and out of the corner of her eye.

The figures looked like a rather large human and an equally large animal. The first few times she had passed it off as the heat, but then came a day where it was only fifteen degrees and she still saw them.

At first, they simply passed by, but then halfway through the month they started watching, hiding in the trash piles. Needless to say she was thoroughly freaked everytime she was on the beach and made sure to stay on her toes and near Toshinori almost all the time.

Almost.

Toshinori was off doing hero work at the moment, leaving her all on her own. Normally this was fine, but the figures had been getting more frequent with their watching, and they were getting closer to her as well.

She was loading trash into a big bag when a broken microwave clattered to the ground next to her. Kyouka looked at the microwave, and then back up to the trash pile where it had come from.

Standing at the top of the pile was one of the figures, his frame made more menacing by the sun highlighting his silhouette. He stood at an impressive 6'5", seven inches taller than herself, and with a healthy muscle definition.

The figure raised his hand and a long spear appeared in his palm, which he promptly threw at Kyouka. It was clearly going to miss by a few feet, so he was aiming to scare her off, not hurt her, but it was going to take a lot more than that to—

HOLY FUCK THAT THING WAS ON FIRE!

Kyouka dove as far away from it as she could before plugging one of her earjacks into the pile he was standing on and pumping her elevated heartbeat into it, causing it in its entirety to crumble to the ground. Standing up, she grabbed a rusty pole and pointed it close to the man's throat to keep him from moving.

She was now able to get a good look at him, fluffy dark green hair paired with eyes of the same color, and four freckles in a diamond shape rested on each of his cheeks.

"Who are you? Why have you been watching me?" Kyouka growled.

"Stay away from our home!" the man yelled before a flaming metal bat appeared in his hand, which he threw at an industrial fridge, causing a loud metal clang to resound through the beach.

Suddenly, a large Rottweiler came running out of the trash, barking at Kyouka. She held her pole up defensively, and the dog bit down on it, trying to pull it away from her grasp.

Kyouka fought with all her might to keep it in her hands, but soon, the dog won. As it sank its teeth into the pole, she watched it melt in horror. The dog then dropped the pole—or rather poles at this point—and began to bark up a storm.

The man got back to his feet and drew a flaming broadsword from seemingly nowhere. He went to stand by the dog, but before he got there, he was body slammed by a golden blur.

"I AM HERE!"

"Mr. Yagi!" Kyouka yelled at the buffed up man with relief.

Toshinori leaned in closer to his protégé and whispered, "Young Jirou, I am not sure how much longer I can hold this form. We must deal with these two quickly."

The man got back to his feet and walked over to his dog. "Fang, take the tiny one."

"Hold up, who the fuck are you calling tiny?!" Kyouka screamed in rage.

The man took a knee and allowed Fang to climb up on his back and leap towards her.

The man then slammed his closed fists against each other, thumbs together, before beginning to pull them apart, revealing a flaming chain.

Kyouka's jacks extended to grab two of the shorter poles that were still laying on the ground. She brought them to her palms and smacked the dog away from her with all of her might.

The dog got right back to its feet with the resilience of a crack addict and began to bare its fangs. Now that it was holding still, Kyouka was able to get a good look at it; its fur was almost completely black, with the only exceptions being it's muzzle and underside, which were tan and white respectively.Occasionally, Kyouka could see an ember waft off of the dog's teeth.

She had already had her suspicions, but now it was clear: this was an incredibly rare, quirked animal. She only knew of one animal with a quirk, and she didn't even know what it looked like.

Kyouka spared a few seconds to look over at Toshinori. It was easy to tell that he was struggling to keep up with the other man's versatility with his chain, and it wouldn't be too long before he reverted back to his skinny form.

The purple-haired girl saw that Fang was about to charge again and got ready to hit him away again when the blur of skinny Toshinori crashed into the trash pile to her right with a scream of "Oh shit!"

Even in his small form, Toshinori's crash had destabilized the trash pile, and a partially destroyed washing machine fell off of the pile and towards Kyouka.

Frozen with fear, she barely registered being dragged away by Fang, or the man taking her place, summoning a flaming chainsaw and slicing the washing machine in two jagged pieces.

"You saved me," Kyouka panted. "Why did you save me?"

"We never wanted to hurt you in the first place; we just want you to leave, although I admit we got a bit carried away," the man mumbled.

Kyouka's eyes suddenly went wide as she remembered her injured mentor. She spun to her left to see Toshinori being nudged to his feet by Fang, a trail of blood leaking from his mouth.

Wiping the blood off of his face, Toshinori raised a bony finger towards the man. "What is your name, young man?"

"Izuku Midoriya."

"Earlier when I had you pinned, you said: 'Stay away from our home.' What did you mean by that?" Kyouka asked, trying not to set him off and start another fight.

Izuku sighed before walking over to a rusted, windowless car embedded in a trash pile. Climbing through the back of it with Fang close behind, he motioned for the two to follow him.

"Welcome to our home," Izuku said once they had all climbed through the car.

Kyouka stared in awe at the clearing amongst the landfill. A fire was crackling in the middle of the cleared space, a few pieces of meat roasting over it.

To their left was a dusty black car with it's engine hoisted slightly in the air. A skateboard sat idly next to the passenger door, the interior of the car was made of a crimson leather, and a bright red tool box was sitting on the roof.

Finally, at the opposite end of the clearing from them was a slightly grimey mattress covered by a green tarp.

Suddenly, it all made sense to her; Izuku's raggedy clothes, the grease stain on his right cheek. Based on his salty aroma, he was probably bathing in the ocean.

Izuku walked over to the slabs of meat and removed one from the stick they were skewered on. He whistled sharply, catching the Fang's attention before throwing it to the dog and allowing him to catch it mid-air.

"Young Midoriya, if you don't mind me asking—"

"Please, call me Izuku; I don't like being called by my last name," Izuku corrected Toshinori as he took a bite out of his own steak.

"Ok then. Young Izuku, if you don't mind me asking, where are your parents?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," whispered Izuku. "All I'll say is that I went to sleep one night when I was thirteen, and I woke up here. I tried to go back home but nobody answered the door. And I've been here for about five years."

"That's awful," Kyouka said with a scowl on her face.

"So that's why you fought us. Our cleaning has been taking away your home," Toshinori looked down in guilt.

"Yep, so if you guys could stop, that'd be great." Izuku gave two thumbs up before putting out the fire.

Toshinori looked at Izuku, then to Kyouka, and back at Izuku, "I apologise, but I can't do that, it is imperative to young Jirou's training. Although I may have a compromise for you."

"And what did you have in mind?" Izuku asked.

"I will get you an apartment," Toshinori answered. "As the number one hero, I have plenty of money to spare to get you on your feet."

Izuku looked Toshinori up and down with a skeptical look on his face. "Are you sure about that?"

"I know it doesn't look like it, but he is All Might." As Kyouka spoke, Fang came up to her and laid his head on her shoulder, scaring her slightly. "Does he do this a lot?"

"Only to people he likes, which is weird because I'm the only one he likes." Kyouka began to awkwardly pet the Rottweiler, earning a happy way of his tail.

"In exchange for a place to live, you shall help young Jirou in her training," Toshinori continued.

"Why do you want me to train her?" Izuku questioned.

"Son, you threw me in my muscle form, albeit with noticeable strain. I think you'd know a few things about building muscle," Toshinori answered.

Izuku sat there for a few minutes, thinking about his answer. He suddenly stood up and began to pace. "All right. I'll accept your deal on one condition: one of you has to beat Fang at tug-of-war."

As soon as Fang heard 'tug-of-war' he bolted off, coming back a few seconds later with a thick rope in his mouth. Fang dropped the rope before picking up an end and running back a few feet.

Kyouka grumbled to herself, knowing that Toshinori was too frail in this state to even come remotely close to winning, so it was up to her. She picked up the rope and dug her feet into the sand, and Fang did the same. Izuku gave them the signal to start and Kyouka pulled with all of her strength.

Fang won very quickly.

Toshinori stood up with a sigh. "Well, we thank you for your time. Come, Young Jirou; maybe we can find a gym somewhere."

"Are we done for today?" Izuku innocently asked.

"What?" Kyouka asked back.

"Well, it's about noon right now. I just think it's a bit too early to turn in," Izuku explained.

"But you— I— you just said that if we lost you wouldn't let us continue here," Toshinori stammered.

Izuku snorted. "You guys believed that? Fang just wanted to play."

Toshinori and Kyouka stood there staring at him like he was insane, especially when he grabbed a microwave and began to take it to the car that led to the rest of the beach.

"Come on, the trash won't clean itself."

Finally, I have a solo pairing fic for all three of the best girls. Nothing can stop me now. That's it for now, peace.