Izuku really needs to fix his thought processes. Progress is made with his Quirk. Katsuki is both annoyed and proud. Himiko is a flirt. Ochako is worried. And what the hell happened to All Might?

Izuku bolted awake with a scream choked off in his throat, covered in sweat and shivering in the cool night air. His entire body quaked, the pulse of energy in his chest choking him, making him drag in deep shuddering breaths as he curled in on himself. Sitting up in his bed, he pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, burying his head in his knees as he tried to calm his breath.

He could barely remember the nightmare, but it was enough to make him mentally flee from the memories, practicing his breathing exercises as he pushed and pushed and pushed, trying to escape the feelings rampaging through his veins. A pain in his hand made him flinch, lifting his hand up to stare at his softly glowing palm, the scar tissue almost glistening under the glow.

He hated every second of it, this reminder of what he'd done. So much so he'd made it worse, when he was younger, when he couldn't handle the nights he lay awake in bed feeling the guilt roar in his chest, the pressure of not knowing how he could ever manage his feelings. That same pressure that led to him making the scarring on his body even worse than before, pain and agony wrapped up into him as his best friends.

Even though it had been months since he'd last done it, he felt the phantom sting on his upper thighs, the one place he felt was safe from the ever concerned gaze of the Bakugo's. He glanced down at his legs, slowly laying them flat on the bed as he stared down. Pulling the edges of his boxers up more, he just kept his gaze locked on the scars, the mottled lines from both blade and burn that were scattered upon his skin.

His gaze turned back to his hand, to his palm, where he'd carved out the most important number in his life, where he'd made sure that no matter what he did, he'd know, he'd remember, he'd feel his crimes. The number carved there was mocking him, mocking his belief he could ever make up for what he'd done.

Glancing up at his phone, checked the time, seeing it was half past three. He couldn't stay here, not right now. The room was too stuffy, too stale, he couldn't breathe. With practiced ease, he silently rose from the bed, tossing on a pair of pants and whatever random long-sleeved shirt he found first. He slid open his window silently, carefully clambering out of it and looking down at the drop. The bedrooms were on the second floor, but it wasn't like this was the first time he'd pulled this off.

He slowly lowered himself down, gripping onto the window ledge with his hands as he dangled. Once he was as extended as possible, he let go carefully, tensing himself up as he fell. With a quick roll, he was able to absorb the impact without too much pain, feeling the kinetic energy flow up his legs and into his chest with a familiar burn from the movement.

Taking a moment to collect himself, his feet already wet from the dew on the grass, he began to jog away from the house, heading to the one place he just needed to be alone. He ignored the pain as his bare feet went over gravel, over pavement, over uneven ground, jogging for fifteen minutes with a measured pace until he found his way to the beach he'd been at earlier that day.

Avoiding the trash heaps, he stepped across the sand carefully to the area he and Kacchan had cleared for practice, where he knew the sand was safe for his bare feet. He kept walking across it to the edge of the beach, to where the waves were softly washing up against the beach with a gentle rustling. The water flowed over his feet, wrapping about his legs and then vanishing back, as if to teasingly pull him along towards it.

For a moment, he stood there, staring out over the horizon. The skies above were mostly cloudless, only a scarce few wisps of clouds slowly making their way across the heavens. He took a deep, bracing breath of the air, tasting the salt on the wind, before unceremoniously flopping down onto the ground. He lay back on the beach, arms akimbo, half of him close enough to the water the waves were making their way up to his waist, soaking his lower back and clothes.

Why had he even considered listening to Kacchan? He knew what he was, and what he could be…and could not be. That nightmare was all the proof he needed. The scars that dotted his skin, both from his hands and from his Quirk, were proof that he was broken. Intellectually, he knew his thoughts weren't the thoughts a healthy person had. His therapist had talked him through it time and again, but it didn't change the fact the thoughts were there.

He lay there, staring up at the stars above him, at the navy blue and black of the night sky, the faint lights of the stars seeming to look back down upon him. In judgment? In sympathy? In pity? He didn't know which…and like most things in his life, he felt like he didn't want to know.

Laying there, the water slowly flowing around him, the only sound he heard being the waves, sometimes he wondered how easy it would be to just…walk out into the water, to see what lay beneath its surface. To just let go, let the waves come, let the ocean roll over him and be at peace. There was a sense, somewhere in him, that he'd enjoy that. More than he enjoyed the guilt, at the very least. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths in as he just lay in the sand, listening to the soothing sound of the waves.

He didn't know how long he lay there, but he heard the sound of footsteps approaching after a while. He could smell the caramel wafting across the air, telling him who it was who was coming close. Izuku didn't bother opening his eyes, still laying there, breathing deeply and calmly, waiting for Katsuki to say something.

But the other boy said nothing. He just let out a sigh, and seemed to walk away, heading towards the piles of trash laying about on the beach. Izuku didn't bother moving, assuming Katsuki would come get him when he wanted to talk. He ignored the muted booms coming from over in Katsuki's personal test range, just waiting patiently, letting his thoughts flow in and out, like the tides.

By the time he felt the warmth of the sun beginning to crest the horizon, the explosions had petered out and he heard the sound of footsteps crunching across the sand once more to stand just behind him, out of the water.

"Schools canceled," came the statement from Katsuki.

Izuku opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the sudden blinding from the light of sunrise. Craning his neck, he looked up at Katsuki as the blonde loomed over him. "Why?" his voice came out, raspy.

"Villain attack on the main road leading in. Nobody got hurt but the streets all sorts of fucked, said it'll be a day or two before someone gets it fixed."

"Ah."

Katsuki kept staring down at Izuku, letting out a long-suffering sigh as he collapsed onto the sand next to the greenette, knees pulled up. After a few minutes of silence, Katsuki broke it. "Nightmare?" Izuku didn't bother replying out loud, just giving a small nod, his gaze having returned to the slowly changing color of the sky above. "Figured," Katsuki grunted. The silence stretched on again for a while, before Katsuki broke it once more. "Brought your shoes. And gloves. And clean clothes. Because you're a fucking idiot. Figured we could do some training today. Invited the girls too. They said they'd be here in a bit."

Izuku was pretty sure whatever peace he'd managed to slowly piece together was already gone, but every word Katsuki said just added more weight onto his chest. So he did the only thing he felt he could…he asked Katsuki for the answer to a question that he always wanted to know. "Why?"

"Why did I want to train? Or why invite the girls?"

"Why do you bother?"

The blonde sighed. "Izuku-"

"I'm not being all self-deprecating or whatever, Kacchan," Izuku interrupted. "I know you care. I know you just want me to be happy. But it has to be frustrating for you. How…how broken I am. It's one step forward and ten steps back with me, and I know that! And I know you know that too. Why haven't you just…given up yet?"

Katuski took a moment to consider his response. "It frustrates the fuck out of me, you're right. But Zu…you've known me since we were in fucking diapers. When have I ever given up on something once I put my fucking mind to it? I am the poster child for stubbornness. That's my fucking legacy, it's written in the dictionary, you open it up and there's my face plastered all over the fucking page. I don't give up. And I won't. So get used to it Zu, because I don't care if I have to drag you to UA in a bag, I'm getting you to take that fucking test…because we both know it's what you want."

"...alright. You are pretty stubborn. But just…let me lay here for a while still. I just need to…I need…I…" Izuku really didn't know how to say what he wanted to say, he just needed more time. He wasn't really…there yet.

Katsuki stood up, brushing off the sand on his shorts. "Yeah, I getcha. Take your time. I'ma do some jogging. Join in whenever you're ready."

Izuku continued to lay there, the prior sounds of waves crashing on the beach being overshadowed by the occasional sound of Katsuki's feet jogging past, doing a loop around the beach and through the paths they'd carved into the trash. After an indeterminate amount of time, as the sun had fully risen and he could feel the energy absorbing through his palms, he heard the soft footsteps of two others.

"Heya Izuku…" Himiko's voice trailed off as she spied his prone form, arms akimbo, half in the water and looking strangely peaceful.

"Good morning, Himiko. Ochako. You guys sleep well?" he asked, not opening his eyes as the girls approached.

"Um…yeah? We slept fine," Ochako responded hesitantly.

"That's good, that's good."

Silence stretched on for a few moments longer, as the two stared at his form, still clearly confused. Finally, Ochako decided to just 'go for it', as her dad would say. "So…what are you doing?"

"Laying in the sand like an idiot," came the deadpan reply.

"Smartass," Himiko snarked back. "She means why?"

"...had a nightmare. I come out here when I do. Just helps to think and process, ya know?"

"How long were you out here?"

"Dunno. Left the house a little before four. What time is it?"

Ochako checked her phone. "Umm, it's a bit past six."

"Well there you go. Couple hours."

"And you're not cold?" Himiko asked, looking at his exceedingly soaked clothing.

"Like I said yesterday, I'm not really bothered by temperature."

"Part of your Quirk?" Himiko asked, Ochako's eyes going wide as she tried to silence Himiko, remembering what Katsuki had asked of them.

A chuckle stopped her as she saw Izuku's eyes open, his head tilted back as he looked at the two upside down. "It's okay Ochako, I don't mind that question. And yeah. It's cause of the energy I store. It regulates my temperature, so if I'm in a colder environment, it heats me up and vice versa. It's pretty nice for summer and winter. Bit of a pain in milder times though, cause it kind of switches rapidly and can throw me off."

"Well that's gotta be nice," Himiko muttered, looking fake annoyed. "Winter suuuucks so much for me, it's always so cold!"

"If I'm around just sit near me, I can radiate energy and heat up the air. Not as well as a fire Quirk user, but good enough if you're close."

"Awww, Izuku gonna cuddle with me when I'm cold? That's sweet!"

Izuku sputtered, eyes going wide as he sat up quickly, sand flying everywhere. "W-w-wait no, t-thats not, I mean, I wasn't, I didn't, I-"

"Pffft!" Himiko burst into laughter, bending over at the waist as she held her stomach. "Oh my god you should see your face!"

Betrayed, Izuku looked over at Ochako, who was trying hard to hold in her own snickering and failing miserably. With a huff, he flopped back down onto the sand, pointedly closing his eyes. "Hmph. Screw both of you, I'm going back to contemplating the mysteries of the universe."

"Is that an offer?" Ochako asked in a saccharine tone.

Izuku slammed his hands onto his face to hide his quickly reddening cheeks. "I take back everything nice I thought about the two of you. You're worse than Kacchan."

"We're just teasing, Izuku. Best get used to it, I'ma shark about these things!" Himiko snapped her teeth with a loud click.

"Pretty sure you have a cat mutation, not a shark mutation," Izuku mumbled.

"Yeah yeah, it's a joke Izu, get a sense of humor."

"I have a sense of humor, it's just buried under all this sand."

"Hey Izuku?" Ochako asked, cutting into the banter between the other two.

"Hmm?"

"You uh…your gloves aren't on?"

With a jolt, Izuku snapped up and clenched his fists to his chest, eyes wide. He glanced back to see Ochako looking away from him uncomfortably, Himiko looking between the two of them confused. He cleared his throat and said quietly "You saw?" At her hesitant nod, he sighed, unclenching his fists and looking down at his lap.

"I'm not going to ask if that's what you're worried about!" she exclaimed, waving her hands frantically.

"You already saw it. You may as well get your curiosity out now."

"No no, I don't want to violate your privacy! I just noticed the gloves weren't there and I thought you'd want them on and not have us asking questions and-"

"Breathe, 'Chako!" Himiko said, grabbing the other girl's hand in her own and squeezing, interrupting Ochako's ever-increasing nervous babbling.

Izuku gave a sad smile, holding one hand out and opening it so it was clearly visible to the other two. Both of their gazes snapped down to it involuntarily. Across his hand were what looked like a series of scars shaped like a bolt of lightning that had split off in every direction, faint but noticeable. Underneath those scars however, they could see a series of very faintly glowing green lines coming from under his sleeve and reaching out to the tip of every finger.

The thing that caught their eye the most, the thing he'd been so concerned about, was the clear raised scar tissue that was above all others, a single number carved into his skin in such a way it was clear it was deliberate. After a few moments of them staring, his fist clenched shut as he opened the other. Same green lines, same lightning bolt scar, but a different number spread across that palm. He closed both fists and turned around to look up at them.

"I won't get into details…but it's the number of my crimes that I must pay for," he whispered, his green eyes vacant. He watched the emotions flitting across their faces, Ochako an open book, Himiko better at hiding how she felt but still obvious enough for him to see. He awaited the pity, the questions, for them to change like everyone else once they heard the whole story.

They both clearly were struggling against the urge to ask, but Himiko kept her mouth shut and simply nodded at him. Ochako cleared her throat. "I won't ask. You tell me when and if you're comfortable."

He gawked in surprise for a moment, a genuine smile crossing his face a moment later. The fact they'd respected his privacy enough to not ask meant a lot to him. With a grunt of exertion, he clambered to his feet, shaking himself off to clear some of the sand and water. He patted at his pants for a moment before realizing it was useless and let out a sigh. After a moment of looking about, he found the bag Katsuki had brought with his clothes and grabbed it, ignoring how the two girls kept watching him.

"I'm gonna go find a place to do a quick change. Then I guess more training today?"

"Sure!" Ochako added brightly, her smile a bit too wide for him to believe yet. Himiko gave another nod with a thin-lipped smile this time. He nodded back at the two and wandered off to find a private corner to change.

"So…you're seriously gonna do this?" Katsuki asked, eyebrow raised and arms crossed.

"For fucks sake yes Kacchan!" Izuku groaned exasperatedly.

"I'm just making sure!"

"I've got three theories about my Quirk's applications, so I'll test them out. I said I'd do it next time we did Quirk training and fuck it, today is Quirk training for me!" What Izuku was not saying is that his conversation with the girls and the memory of those numbers made him decide he had to pay for his crimes, and if he couldn't kill himself to do it and they wouldn't imprison him, he'd save people until he'd paid his debt. Which meant using his cursed Quirk.

"Okay okay, fine, fine, don't blow a fucking gasket. Well, get on with it then!"

"First application is the one we know. Sending the energy through me like I did with the sludge villain."

"Didn't the doc tell you that'd hurt?"

Izuku shrugged. "Yeah, but I can't escape that part. Plus I think it'll hurt less the more I do it."

"Well, can't fucking argue with that. Let's see what happens. Girls, step back." Katsuki took a few steps back as well, letting Izuku concentrate.

It wasn't like he didn't know how his Quirk felt, he just tried to push it down rather than let it go. But he wasn't the type to ignore the facts. The doctor had used the word flow for a reason. Which made sense, if he thought about it. Izuku had always liked water, liked watching it, swimming in it, being around it. Rain was his favorite weather, after all. Maybe that had to do with his Quirk…or maybe he was attributing something inherent to who he was to his ability, but either way, he figured that he'd follow the rabbit hole down.

He focused on the energy in his chest, the roiling, bubbling, barely contained pressure that he'd lived with his entire life. He reached for it, moving to hold it in his hand, to gather it together and instead of shoving it down into a box, prepare to push it out. Once he felt he could grasp it, like it was his, he simply did what he always avoided doing and…let go.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he collapsed to his knees, teeth gritted in pain. The burning sensation he'd felt when he'd tried to rescue Kacchan was magnified a thousand times, energy roaring through his veins (or whatever they fucking channels were called) like a typhoon, ripping them open and making him feel like he was being ripped apart from the inside.

"Izuku!" came three shouted voices as he collapsed, all three rushing to his side. He quickly threw one hand up to halt them, wincing as every muscle in his body ached when he did so.

"H-hold up. This…this is what she said would happen," he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"How fucking bad is it?" Katsuki asked, kneeling next to him and looking at him with worried eyes.

"It fucking hurts! How bad do you think it is?!" he managed to hiss in reply.

"Maybe you should turn it off?" Ochako offered meekly.

"N-no. I have to get used to this and force it, I think," he said, wincing. "It's…not as bad the longer it goes."

"Forcing it doesn't sound good, Izu," Himiko chimed in, worry tinging her tone.

"I just mean sticking with it! I…fuck!" he hissed out again as a fresh wave of pain shot through him. He clenched his arms around his abdomen, curling over till his head was nearly pressed into the sand.

"Okay, okay, deep breaths Zu. Come on. If you're gonna do this, deep breaths, come on," Katsuki encouraged.

"I'm trying, I'm trying…shit. Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Remember what the doc said, flow, let it flow. It's gotta go through those channels, you can do this, come on," Katsuki kept up a running commentary, his voice fading into the background as Izuku found himself unable to focus outside the pain thrumming through his body.

'Okay, yeah, flow. Flow, right. Like water. Okay. Flow. So out through the channels, right?' he thought to himself. He could feel it, pushing against his skin, demanding he let it out, demanding he release it, but that didn't make sense! It was supposed to just pump him up a little, it didn't need to leave. It just needed to…circulate! That was it!

With a grunt of exertion, as sweat beaded on his forehead, he tried to send the energy back, make it start looping from his core out and then back, circulating it through his entire system. Out, then in, out, then in. Out. In. Out. In.

He took a deep, shuddering breath as the pain faded, only a small amount but enough to feel relief. Out, in. Out, in. A stream, a river, a water cycle system, flowing out and then in. Focusing on that helped, helped cool it down, cool him down. Where the energy had been burning, agonizing fire in his veins, now it was cooler, almost cold, bringing him some much needed relief.

He let his arms hang loosely at his side, his muscle unclenching slightly as he gulped in air like he'd been suffocating. The pain was still there, but finally manageable, a bone deep ache that he could deal with. "Okay. Okay. I think…it's okay. I can handle this. This isn't so bad," he whispered, still trying to catch his breath.

"Alright, okay. Good job Zu. Can you stand?" Katsuki asked, one hand hovering over his back as if scared to touch him.

"I-I think so. One sec," he said softly. Wincing, he rose to his feet, the ache still present but fading even more as he moved. He turned to face the other three, opening his eyes to see their concerned gazes.

"Well. That's…not something you see every day," Himiko said, staring at his chest. He blinked, before glancing down, seeing the snaking green lines of energy pulsing through his shirt and all the way through his body, stretching out to his fingertips and back, down to his legs and back as well.

"Huh," he remarked. "Didn't really have a chance to see how it looked before."

"Looks pretty badass. You up to seeing what it can do?" Katsuki asked.

"No time like the present?" he shrugged, his lips twitching as he tried to avoid grimacing at the movement.

"Are you sure, Izuku? You still look like it hurts," Ochako said, stepping closer to him. She reached out as if to touch him, but stopped with her hands fluttering uselessly, worried she'd hurt him worse.

"It's going to hurt regardless of what I do. I have to keep using it until it stops hurting, I think," he replied. "Sooner I deal with this, the sooner it stops hurting me."

"Well then…let's start lifting some shit!" Katsuki grinned.

Further experimentation proved two things. One, it did start to hurt less the more he used it, and two, it was an overall body enhancer. From what he could tell from his very barebones math he scribbled in his notebook, it looked to be about a double increase in his strength and about one and a half times speed increase. Honestly, it was throwing him off, he wasn't used to moving that fast or having that much force in his attacks. He'd need a lot of work to avoid screwing up his already established abilities.

He was pretty sure he could push more energy out and get larger bonuses, but this already seemed to be consuming a large chunk of his current pool and he didn't want to take risks. As far as he could tell, it was basically using about half his total pool of energy at a time. It didn't seem to get expended much by simply circulating it (which made sense since it was still inside him, just not in his core), but when he started hitting things, that seemed to expend from it. Not a ton, and he was returning some energy from the kinetic energy that rebounded back into him, but still was an expenditure of some kind.

"Okay. I think I got this. So…application two?" he said, glancing over at Katsuki.

"Right, the transfer thing. Go for it," the blonde said, standing tall and ready.

"Are…are you sure? I could mess something up," Izuku asked quietly.

"I'm abso-fucking-lutely sure Izuku. Give it your best shot! It'll be fine."

"Ooookay," Izuku breathed. Reaching out with a glowing hand, he pressed it into Katsuki's shoulder and focused, closing his eyes. The already flowing energy was coming right to his fingertips, like it was ready to be used, like it wanted to leap from him and out into the world. So he focused on the feeling of his best friend's shoulder, on the feeling of just sending a small dose, a small charge, from him into his friend.

"Holy shit!" came the shout from in front of him, making him jerk away and open his eyes wide. He panicked at the shout, reaching out quickly to check on the blonde.

"Kacchan!"

Katsuki leapt back from him, grinning widely. "I'm okay nerd, I just didn't expect that. Holy shit, that's a wakeup call. Better than a 12 shot of espresso, hot damn!"

"Wait, what?" Izuku asked, blinking rapidly.

"It was like a green glow surrounded him for a half a second and then he just…jolted," Ochako added, her head tilted to the side as she looked at the two boys quizzically.

"Yeah, it's like a fucking adrenaline rush. I feel like I can do anything! Fuck yeah, time for some training!" Katsuki shouted, throwing both fists up in the air.

"...huh. That didn't really cost a lot of energy, either," Izuku mused. He whipped out his notebook and began scribbling notes, muttering under his breath to himself. He cursed as his pen snapped in his hands, annoyed at how he still wasn't used to how much stronger the channeling made him.

"Oh, oh, do me, do me next!" Himiko shouted, hopping up and down eagerly with one hand raised.

"I wanna see what it's like too!" Ochako added, grinning. Izuku shrugged, gently placing his hand on both of the girls shoulders and focusing. This time, he kept his eyes open, wanting to witness it.

He watched as a green pulse flowed from his chest down his arms, swirling along and through the channels he'd seen already, reaching his hands and then flowing into his friends. The glow suffused their entire body for a brief moment, green energy flaring, before both of them jolted almost simultaneously.

"Woah, Kats is right, holy shit!" Himiko exclaimed, bouncing excitedly.

"It's…wow. Seriously, I feel like I could train for hours!" Ochako said, clenching her fists with a toothy grin. "Izuku, this is awesome!"

Izuku grinned back, the energy coming off the other three infectious. "I can work with this. Second application confirmed!"

"What's the third?" Himiko asked, her voice coming out faster than before. She tapped her feet on the ground quickly, jittering back and forth like she couldn't stand still.

"Well, I feel like I can do more with the energy I release out of my hands than just…you know, empower others. I just have this instinct that I can. But I'm not sure what yet."

"Okay well, you work on that, I'ma blow some shit up!" Katsuki said, rolling his shoulders. Without waiting for a reply, he bolted off into the dump, heading for his normal blasting zone.

"Blasty's got a good idea! I wanna go practice my parkour! Bye!" Himiko shouted, running off in another direction.

Izuku glanced over at the practically vibrating Ochako, grinning at her. "You can go too. I'll be fine now, I think I got the hang of it?"

"Are you sure?" she asked, biting her lip. It didn't take a mind reader for Izuku to know she was torn, but he was actually confident for once. Seeing how he could help people with just a small boost like that? He was all for that!

"Positive. Just give me notes on if and how it affects your Quirk, okay?"

"You got it!" she saluted, running off towards the broken down vehicles she'd been training with the previous Quirk training day. He grinned ruefully, turning back to face the ocean and looking down at his softly glowing hands. With a deep breath, he began to focus again.

It took a good two hours and change before the 'high' that Izuku's Quirk had given him had faded, but damn if he didn't get some good blasts in. Though he felt amped up, he hadn't lost his cool, so he managed to keep himself from burning through all that energy in only a couple of explosions. Instead, he'd spread it out, just letting it filter into his shots as he went along. It almost felt like it was supporting him, more than empowering him. Made the recoil from his blasts lesser, made it so his muscles got fatigued much slower, made it so he wasn't as quickly empty. Honestly, if Zu could bottle this shit up, it'd be a goldmine.

Rolling his shoulders, he walked back around the area he'd been practicing in, finding Izuku seated on the sand with a notebook out, pen tapping against his lip as he pondered. He noticed Himiko was splayed out a few feet away, a wide smile on her face as she panted. Ochako was a couple meters back from them, sitting casually as she sipped from a water bottle, her face a little green.

"Heya nerds, what's up?" he asked.

"Izuku's Quirk is fun, that's what!" Himiko exclaimed.

"Makes a difference in how much weight I can affect, but I still kinda went over my limit," Ochako got out, wincing as she rubbed her stomach lightly.

"Yeah, seems like it doesn't stop me from going overboard either," he added, sauntering over to plop down next to Izuku. "What about you?"

"Third application is confirmed!" Izuku said, still staring down at his notebook. After a moment of glaring at the notebook as if it offended him, he scribbled down on it again, before placing the pen in his pocket and slamming the notebook shut.

"Oh yeah? What's the third application?"

Izuku grinned at Katsuki as he held a hand up in the air, palm facing the ocean. "Watch!" A moment of concentration passed, before the green glow lit up underneath Izuku's skin as a shimmering green disc appeared in front of his hand.

"Huh. What's that do?" the blonde boy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"It's a field of energy that I can add properties to! So far I've identified three properties! Diffusion, Attraction, and Repulsion!"

"...less nerd talk, more practical explanation."

Izuku's smile grew even wider. "Okay so, Diffusion acts like a normal force field, it causes whatever hits it to be broken up and scattered! It's not really the act of diffusion, I just call it that because it causes whatever hits it to kind of scatter. Attraction causes the field to draw in or grab and hold something! Like I can make the field grab onto my notebook and just hold it in place. Finally, Repulsion causes the field to launch whatever's in front of it away."

Katsuki blinked at Izuku. "Okay, so…what can you do with that?"

"Watch!" Izuku leapt to his feet, standing still for a moment as he shook his hands out. "Watch my feet real quick," he instructed, Katsuki looking down as the other two girls glanced over, curious.

A moment later, a green glow appeared, two small shimmering discs appearing beneath Izuku's shoes. Izuku bent down slightly, the glow growing brighter, before launching into the sky, going up at a rapid pace. Five, ten, twenty meters up, reaching the apex of his leap and beginning to fall back down to the now worry of the other three teens. A second later however, two more green glows appeared under his feet and he landed on them after having fallen only a meter or two down.

Izuku looked down at the other three, hair tousled by the wind. "See, by combining an Attraction field to hold myself in place for a moment, and then switching it to a Repulsion field, I can launch myself like a rocket! And then just place another Attraction field beneath my feet to land on! It's not exactly flight but it's close!"

"Okay, that I'll admit is pretty fucking useful," Katsuki remarked. "How are you getting down though?"

"Oh that's easy!" Izuku replied, hopping off the fields in the air. He began to fall once more, but created another set of fields beneath him, continuing this trend of dropping a single meter or two before generating another field until he'd gotten low enough to just hop down onto the ground. "See, no problem!"

"And your pool is good?" Katsuki asked, looking over Izuku appraisingly.

Izuku wiggled ungloved hands. "Kept the hands free and kept pulling in the sunlight. They do take a decent chunk of energy out of me, but it's not too bad with how much I've been absorbing. I think I'm good for now so long as I stick to smaller fields. Bigger ones seem to drain an exponential amount. I also tried making a different shape with the fields, but that drained a ton of energy. I'm not really sure that's safe to do yet."

"Fair 'nuff," Katsuki shrugged.

He opened his mouth to say something else when a booming voice cried out, echoing across the sand. "I am here, for you are here!" Without warning, a figure slammed into the beach a few meters away from the group of teens, sending a spray of sand up and nearly blinding all four of the teenagers. As they all frantically tried to wipe the sand out of their eyes, they found themselves agog at the sight of the smiling, towering form of the Number One Hero, All Might, standing their pointing directly at Izuku.

"I have found you, young Midoriya! I have been loo-" his booming voice was cut off by a violent cough, blood spurting out as steam erupted from his body, obscuring his form before revealing the skinny form of Yagi Toshinori, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed more violently. He blinked rapidly, looking up to see three teenagers frozen in place and the green-haired one he'd been looking for facepalming.

"...Oops?"