Izuku was surrounded by the kids in his class.

'Wow, Izuku your arm looks so cool. What does it do?'

'Why's it furry?' 'Is it superstrong?'

Overwhelmed by the rush of questions and by the exuberance of the kids around him Izuku shyly said 'It's a little stronger but the main thing is this.' He raised his arm up pointing to his table, the now familiar green light illuminated his fingers as the table raised off the ground. Seeing the shocked look on his classmates faces Izuku couldn't help himself as he proceeded to manoeuvre the table around the room, causing it to dart and spin.

'Wow, telekinesis is so cool'

'Why do you glow though?'

Prompted on by the compliments from his class, Izuku stopped the table suddenly and then with a click of his fingers the table reversed its path, perfectly tracing the path it had travelled before landing back in front of himself. Looking around at the admiration on the faces around him, Izuku noticed Bakugo standing in the doorway.

'What the hell was that nerd?' Bakugo scowled around at the surrounding extras, dispersing the crowd.

'Kacchan, my quirk finally came in' Izuku beamed. Shocked by this turn of events Bakugo held out his hand. Izuku hesitantly went to high five it. 'What are you doing nerd? Give me your notes, I want to see what you can do.'

'Oh sure Kacchan, they're not finished yet though, Ihaventbeenabletofullytryeverythingiwanted'. Bakugo snatched the notes from Izuku's hand and quickly skimmed over them.

'Not bad nerd, maybe you can be my sidekick after all.'

Lighting up, Izuku opened his mouth before being cut off again. 'Come to the old basketball court behind our houses after school. You can be my training dummy from now on.'

Before Izuku could respond the teacher called the class to order to commence the lesson. Izuku could barely contain his excitement throughout the school day, his leg kept bouncing and he used every spare second to scribble notes about possible supermoves.

As soon as the bell rang Izuku hurriedly packed his bag before running to catch up with Bakugo. They walked in silence away from the school, as they approached their home street bakugo spoke, 'So what did Auntie say?'

'Well she was super happy, as you can imagine. Lots of tears.' As Izuku remembered her reaction, he couldn't help thinking that she seemed more shocked then excited for some reason.

They arrived at the basketball court behind their apartments. It was rundown, neither of the hoops had an entire backboard and the rings were bent and misshapen. Scattered across the ground were scorchmarks and small craters from Bakugo's previous training, it was clear that while the older damage was large, the newer damage appeared cleaner. The craters were smaller but deeper. There were narrow comes and almost perfectly straight lines.

'Wow Kacchan you've really been training hard' Izuku said as he ran his hand over one of the narrow channels.

'Of course I have. To be the number 1 you have to put in the most effort, and I need perfect control to be as efficient as possible.'

Izuku looked at Katsuki with renewed admiration.

'Well first things first Nerd. Physical workout, try to keep up and no complaining.'

Having said his peace Katsuki dropped his stuff and began counting out push up. Izuku rushed to follow his example. What followed was torture for the unauthentic boy as Katsuki put him through the ringer. After push up he quickly jumped into sit-ups, Sprints and Burpees.

Izuku was bent over panting, he had never done any training as hard as he just had. Katsuki barely seemed to be breathing heavily.

'Come on nerd that's just the warm up'

Struggling to get his breath back Izuku pushed himself back upright. He gulped lungfulls of air and finished his water bottle before he turned to Katsuki.

'Square up nerd. Do anything you can to try to land a hit on me.'

'But Kacchan' Izuku urged.

'Look Nerd, there's no way you could hope to hit me. Bring everything you've got'

Katsuki watched as the expression in Izuku's eyes hardened, as a determined expression fixed itself there.

Quickly taking stock of the available ammunition scattered around, Izuku pointed to a full rubbish bin and whipped his arm towards Katsuki. With two quick explosions Katsuki redirected the bin back towards Izuku while flipping himself clear of the objects path.

Izuku cursed as he fell to the side to avoid the flying bin.

'Come on Nerd I thought you were worried you'd hurt me.'

Grunting in frustration, Izuku forced his body back up, he adopted a rough fighting stance before rushing Katsuki.

As he ran he pointed to a larger skip bin behind Katsuki, he threw a punch as he called the skip to crush Katsuki.

'Predictable' Katsuki mocked as he sidestepped, without the use of his quirk, he deftly evaded both attacks. Izuku was forced to halt the momentum of the skip, following Katsuki with his arm he jerked and spun the skid to dump its contents, obscuring Katsuki's vision.

Katsuki simply blew the trash from the air.

'Is that it?' Izuku was panting, he had only played around with his quirk for a short while and he was running out of ideas.

"Young Izuku, I have some advice." Rauru spoke within his head, "you may have noticed the unusual properties of the objects you join. When you use this on a weapon you're holding, the weight will not affect your use of the item but will still impart the full impact, this is called Fuze".

'Come on Nerd, that can't be it. You want to be a hero don't you?'

Izuku glared at Katsuki. He rushed across the court picking up a fallen branch then used Fuze to join the large skip bin to the end of his stick.

Katsuki's eyebrows shot up as Izuku rushed towards him, swinging the skip bin as easily as the branch itself. Izuku rushed with a flurry of swings that Katsuki hurriedly parried, blocked or evaded. With a final explosion Katsuki snapped the stick that made up the handle of his improvised weapon. With the base of the weapon broken the entirety shattered into green sparks that faded into nothingness.

'That's new. Not bad nerd' Katsuki smirked. 'Have a rest Nerd, you look like you need it'.

Izuku collapsed into a boneless heap as he watched Katsuki proceed to go through an elaborate choreography, he flew around the court, making quick turns with small blast, he incorporated spinning kicks and punch as he chased an invisible foe.

'Wow Kacchan, you've gotten so strong. Why don't you ever blast from your feet though?'

Stopping suddenly Katsuki turned and stomped towards Izuku. 'What did you just say?'

Sweating and mumbling at Katsuki's angry approach Izuku said 'Well I, I just said why don't you create explosions from your feet?'

Katsuki stared hard into Izuku's face before turning away. As he walked he kicked off his shoes. He shifted his feet to a kick boxers stance before spinning with a roundhouse, as his foot reached the apex of the kick a blast equal to any of the ones he had made earlier erupted from the sole of his foot.

'GOD DAMMIT, I could have been training with this earlier. Tell me right now Zuku, do you have any other ideas for my quirk?'

'Well, have you thought about incorporating rubber pellets as projectiles in your future costume? Or having disposable metal plates that you could fit to your gloves to act as shape charges? Or you could maybe explode sweat all over your body as a mega bomb'.

'The costume stuff is good but I've got some thoughts there. Why don't you use your quirk with your other arm? Can you only move one item as a time?'

The friends continued to train together. They pushed each other Katsuki pushing Izuku to improve his body and quirk while Izuku pushed Katsuki's creativity, constantly coming up with new ways to utilise their quirks. Before they knew it they were approaching the end of middle school.