"A party?" Iida asked as I leaned on his desk. I nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

"Yeah, this weekend, my place. Sort of like a get together, that and I barely know anyone here so I thought I'd get to know everyone better in addition everyone can have a good time," I texted him the details on my phone, "can you forward that to as many people that you know in this class? It'll be a 'word of mouth' sort of thing."

"Sure," I saw him make a few tapping motions on his phone before putting it up. Next thing I knew people were checking their phones left and right. Tapping away before another person picked up theirs and so on. The school day was mostly over as people started leaving with their bags. It wasn't long before I waved Iida goodbye and walked out myself. Ever since the whole Joint incident yesterday, Tsukauchi stopped picking me up and dropping me off, throwing my sleep schedule out of order. Although the long walks home were calming. As I made my way back home, passing the convenience store, I saw someone familiar get out of a taxi in front of the noodle shop.

"Dejiro, is that you?" I asked him as I looked at him. Dejiro was a Quirk researcher along with my dad, in addition to being my doctor. He was a man passionate about his work, like my father was. He had shoulder length brown hair and green eyes, with an open checker shirt and a white tee underneath. He was born in Japan, but his dad was American and he lived over there growing up. He moved back over from the west and used to tell me stories of the people and places he saw. I called him uncle Deji when I was little and sometimes still do.

"Well, if it isn't little Hoji, come 'ere and give your uncle Deji a hug!" We shared a family like embrace and a handshake. He held a folder in his hands and an empty can in the other. "You know, I was gonna swing by your house to talk to you, but what a coincidence! Here, I'll treat you to dinner." He threw his can in the trash like a basketball player and we walked inside the shop. When we got to the table and ordered some drinks I decided to ask about the folder he was carrying.

"Oh this? Well, it's files on you, so have a look," he handed me the folder as I opened it up and took a look at the first sheet of paper. The date was from 11 years ago, when my Quirk first began to show and Deji confirmed what it was. I skipped past a few sheets before I got to one when I was around third grade. I looked at the Quirk type, which was labeled 'Transmitter'. I skimmed through a few more before handing him back the papers

"So, why do you have those on you?" I asked as the waitress brought us our drinks. He took a sip before narrowing his eyes at me.

"Well, after the chaos of yesterday, your principal contacted me. He wanted information about your Quirk, and after some digging through my office, I found your files. Judging by how quickly you skimmed through them, you didn't pay attention to what was written did you?" I shook my head as he went on. "When you first came and I asked you to show me your Quirk, you about near destroyed three blocks before I stopped you. I told you to learn to control our power, and the next time you saw me, it seemed you heeded my advice."

"However, later and later I noticed that what you said was your true power wasn't anywhere near what you exhibited when you were younger. Until yesterday, that whole 'berserker' mode you went into was your full power. My best estimate leads me to say that what you think is your full power, is only 68% of your power. You've focused so much on containing your power that you've lost sight of it. I'd guess that when you went to black, the brain power keeping your power at bay stopped and let it flow."

"My full power almost got me killed you know, so why else wouldn't I use it?" I responded as I took a swig of my drink. He looked at me and waved over a waiter, asking for two orders of chicken yakisoba before he responded to my question.

"You did almost die, with or without your inner desperado. It just takes something akin to a near death experience to activate it. You were pretty beat up, so you had around 20 seconds to use it before ya flatlined." Our food came and we began eating, holding off conversation for a while as we indulged in our meals. My brain was trying to process what he was saying. That was my full power? And how do you forget what your true power is? It felt so surreal to me.

We didn't talk much after that meal, just a wave goodbye as we went our ways. It felt like the encounter was all a dream. Nothing notable about the walk home, just the usual walk in the sunset and reaching the wooden doors of home. Except, Grandpa was on the phone with someone. He rarely talked to anyone on the phone, only Grandma and some other people. He saw me walk in and told the other person he had to leave and he hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked as I slipped off my shoes and made my way into the house.

"It was Deji, he said he saw you and you two had a chat," he sat the phone down and moved towards me, "speaking of you Hoji, I want to teach you something. Come out to the garden for a moment." We walked back to the garden and stood facing one another. It was silent, the wind's whistle the only company we had. He shifted his body into a generic fighting stance and raised his hand. "Punch my hand."

I decided to fulfil his request and throw a straight punch at his hand. Before I knew what happened, he had thrown my punch away and I was sent tumbling to the ground. I got back up and brushed the grass off my shoulder. I threw another punch, the same happened, but this time he used some footwork and landed a strong chop on my neck. My hands went to rub the spot he hit. "What was that?"

"It was a move I taught your father when he told me he was getting picked on in school. I call it 'Force Impact', you can deflect an attack and leave them open for a counter attack."

"How's this supposed to help me against people who can punch hard enough to dent military grade metal and who can move faster than a car?" I stood still facing him as he let out a sigh before he moved back into his stance again. Thinking he had the same request I threw another punch. There was an explosion of air along with my arm straight up. Grandpa moved forward and pushed me back.

"That's how," I saw a faint purple glow on his hand. Did he know about that property of the projectile. He put a hand on my back and walked me back inside. "When the punch connects with your hand, Hoji, you grab it and throw it in another direction. It leaves your opponent wide open for a counter." He flashed me a smile. "Now go get some rest, we got a big day tomorrow!"

I flashed him my signature thumbs up and made my way to bed.

The majority of the next day was preparing for the party. Groceries, moving furniture around a bit, what you'd expect. Around 5, we had everything set up, all we had left to do was wait for the guests. Actually, I went upstairs and changed my clothes for the occasion. When I was 13, Grandpa got me a Kimono and a year later, he got me a Hakama. I liked the samurai look to it, so I wore it on special occasions, and a party is special, isn't it? As I walked downstairs Grandma noticed the change in my outfit.

"Oh, you're wearing the Kimono and Hakama we got you for your birthday!" She gave me a warm smile as I returned it.

"It's a special occasion, is it not?" We had a brief chuckle before I sat on the couch, waiting for the first guest of the night. After two hours of waiting, there was a knock on the door. I jumped up from my spot and ran to answer it. No big surprise, it was Iida. I had a feeling he'd be the first one here. He was in the same casual clothes that he wore when we hung out before school started, wow talk about nostalgia. I rose my hand, "Yo! Glad you could make it!"

He grabbed my hand and shook it, "Thank you for having me,"

"Just take a seat in the living room!" I pointed at the couch as he nodded and took a seat. I sat in the chair across from him, hunched over and twiddling my thumbs. We looked at each other awkwardly until there was another knock at the door. I made my way over to answer it, but Grandpa opened it before I could get there in time.

"I assume you're here for the party?" Grandpa used his kind toned voice whenever we had guests, which for him hasn't been for a while.

"Yes sir!" I recognized that high pitch voice that sounded it could crack at any moment.

"You can call me 'Grandpa Seji' if you'd like. Please come in." I knew it. It was everyone's favorite green haired worrywort, Izuku Midoriya! He seemed nervous when he walked in, looking at Grandpa and straightening up. I walked up to them awkwardly, holding out my hand for Midoriya.

"Glad you could make it," I uttered out as he took the handshake. Raising my hands defensively I backed away, "S-sorry for interrupting.."

I walked back to Iida and sat down and took a deep breath. Man, greeting people you barely know is hard! My heart rate decided to go back down to normal as Midoriya took a seat in the chair beside Iida and the two started talking immediately, as in the second after he sat down. I sat there twiddling my thumbs while my grandmother brought out some tea and rested it on the table in front of us.

She did a small bow, "Welcome, we're happy to have you," they both responded with a return thank you before returning to their conversation. I looked up from my tea to see Grandma waving me from the kitchen over. I got up as silent as I could and walked over to her.

"What is it?" I asked as she hushed me and pointed to a girl in a jacket walking up to the door. She looked at me and, predicting her response, I responded, "Don't know her."

One by one more and more people came flooding in, everyone from Tokoyami to Kirishima, and a few of the girls which made Grandma glare at me to which I responded the same each time. Around eight almost everyone from class 1-A was here, number wise. We were missing two people, Katsuki and Todoroki, but I didn't think they'd show anyway, well at least not Todoroki because lo and behold, Katsuki showed up half past eight. Everyone was having their own conversations while I decided to help Grandma with dinner. We had small talk about my classes and the few people I knew while we cooked, my remarks earning a smile from Grandma.

"Hoji, why don't you go out and tell everyone dinner's almost ready?" She requested kindly. I nodded and made my way back to the living room. Right as I was about to turn into the living room, I heard Grandpa beginning to talk. I hid behind the wall so I could hear him.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming out here," he started, "and for at least trying to be friends to be friends with Hoji. He's not the most sociable person, I think you've seen that, but he's a good boy and has good intentions, most of the time.

"Around 11 years ago, if you know, his father was killed by his mother in a fit of rage. It scarred the poor boy, even till now. He tried to clutch onto anything left of his father, but found most of it slipping through his fingers. He looked up to him, and I feared it would drag him downhill.

"His father was a very headstrong person, always marching dead ahead. He never looked back, constantly doing what he loved, and lived life in the moment. It inevitably led to his death. He was a fool with a smile on his face, and it was the smile Hoji was after. Never seeing how his father's actions were always seemingly sporadic. As much as it pains me to say it, he never took the right path, but kept marching down the wrong one every time.

"His father was a researcher but called himself a 'simple hero', always priding himself in his good deeds to others. He was forgotten in a short time, and Hoji wants the world to, "remember who Karoki Ikimasuta was!" or something along those lines. Ever since he attended Yuei though, he's starting to develop his own identity, unlike his foolhardy father." I was standing there with a clenched fist and tears rolling down my eyes. I had heard enough and lost it. I walked out to the living room and began shouting at my grandpa.

"Don't you dare talk about dad like that!" My voice took everyone by surprise as I continued my rage and sorrow mixed rampage, "He wasn't an idiot! He was the nicest and hardest working person in history! Dad busted his ass to get where he was, don't make it sound like he had it easy!

"Dad was thrown away from greatness when he was born, and he clawed his way back. He wasn't an idiot who thought in the moment, he was a genius and humble man! He wasn't gifted at all, Qurikless, people seen as nothing than dirt in this society, yet he became a great researcher and an amazing person! He wasn't driven by fame or money, but what was right in his heart. He worked harder than anyone in this room and remember that damn it!" Before Grandpa could stop me I went out the door, sobbing as tears kept coming out like waterfalls. I ran in the cold night. I ran, and ran, and ran, not looking back. The area began to look more and more familiar. After not that much time passed, I was back at my father's grave. Instantly I was on my knees crying. I didn't care who heard me, I cried and cried until it felt like I could no more. After I caught my ragged breath I looked back at the way I came, remembering what Grandpa said about me developing my identity and me not ending up like my dad. I sucked in a breath and made my way back to the house.

If I'm making my own identity, I'll start by doing the one thing Dad never did, look back.

I'm not dead and finally, our next entry in this series is done! I hope you all enjoyed. Also, 1,000 views! That's awesome! I hoped you enjoyed like always!