Today's chapter is a few days early because I just got in the writing groove! Hope you enjoy!
"...What…the…fuck," Katsuki managed to choke out, his eyes wide. The girls were not much better, Ochako having plopped down on the sand in shock while Himiko scurried away from the suddenly deflated All Might before her. Izuku had his head in his palms, unable to fully comprehend how quickly this had all gone to shit.
"Well…not exactly how I intended on doing this, but I may as well move forward!" All Might announced, standing tall. This was ruined a moment later when blood came pouring out of his mouth as he fell into another coughing fit.
"Oh my god are you okay?" Ochako's surprise broke the moment she saw someone in trouble, leaping to her feet and taking an abortive step towards him.
"Worry not young lady, this is normal for me! I'm perfectly fine!"
"You just fucking deflated and are spewing blood like some sort of freak," Katsuki deadpanned. "That doesn't seem very fucking 'fine' to me."
"All Might…what are you doing here? N-not that I'm unhappy to see you, but this seems…weird?" Izuku managed to stutter out, lifting his head out of his palms.
"Well, you see, I came here to speak to you! Mirai had informed me you frequented this beach, so I have been checking it periodically! I just was not expecting your…friends?" All Might spoke, placing his hands on his hips as he puffed back up into his muscle form.
"Okay what the hell?! You have a transformation Quirk too?" Himiko managed to blurt out, amber eyes wide.
"No no, young lady, tis…well…err…young Midoriya, these are your friends yes? Are they trustworthy?"
Izuku's eyes went wide, unable to really comprehend that All Might was asking for his opinion on this matter. He glanced over the three before him…his oldest friend he absolutely knew he trusted. The girls were new in his life but…something about them just struck him as honest. He'd been feeling safe around them in a way he hadn't around many people for years. He took a deep breath. "Yes. Kacchan is practically my brother, and Ochako and Himiko are our new friends who are going to UA with us. But um…why are you trusting me on this?"
"Allow me to explain my current appearance first! We shall get into why I've come to you afterwards!" All Might spoke, his hands still posed on his hips heroically as he deflated again. The four young adults all shared a glance, before giving their undivided attention to All Might.
"...okay. That's…more than mildly terrifying that someone could do that to you, All Might sir," Ochako managed to get out, her eyes wide and jaw dropped.
"Fret not young…?"
"Uraraka, sir."
"Uraraka! Villains as strong as those are few and far between, and he was stopped back then. You have nothing to worry about! And please, while I'm in this state, you may call me Toshinori. All of you, it is easier that way."
Izuku vibrated in place, muttering under his breath "I know All Might's name!"
Katsuki none too gently elbowed Izuku in the side, breaking the other boy out of his musings as he spoke out of the corner of his mouth. "Shut up nerd, before he gets freaked out by your fanboying!"
"Don't pretend you aren't fanboying as much as me Kacchan!" Izuku hissed back, returning the jab.
"Okay, before you two go off into another one of your bickering sessions, maybe we should hear out All-um…Mr. Toshinori?" Himiko interjected.
"Just Toshinori is fine! And you are? In fact, please introduce yourselves to me, the only one of you I know of fully is young Midoriya here!"
"Himiko. Himiko Toga, but um…please call me Himiko."
"Ochako Uraraka, sir! I mean, uh…Toshinori?" Ochako managed to speak, wincing a little.
"Katsuki Bakugo. Uh…so uh, by the way. Thanks. For the other day, with the slime fucker," Katsuki muttered, refusing to meet the taller blonde's eyes.
Toshinori gave a rueful half smile. "I would say the thanks are more to your friend there. But you as well! Don't discount the blow you struck that villain before I was able to step in! I believe with only a bit more training you would easily be able to strike down such a foe in the future!"
"We train every day we can out here," Izuku added, nodding to the other three.
Toshinori took a moment to look around the area, nodding to himself. "I imagine it's easy to train Quirks here, when no one comes here anymore. Truly disappointing, that. This beach was once quite beautiful."
"We're getting off-topic," Himiko said.
"Right! Good point young Himiko! I came here for a reason! And that reason is…may we speak privately, young Midoriya?"
"What?" came the reply from all four teenagers before him, deadpanned from two, worried from one, and utterly confused by the one being asked for a private conversation.
Toshinori paused for a moment, holding one hand under his chin. "Hmm…you know what, never you mind about a private conversation! They already know about this form, I'll just explain why I'm here for you! Under two conditions: You all must understand this is a very important secret, and that it puts you in danger simply to know!"
"...then why tell us?" Katsuki asked.
"Because I believe young Midoriya will need support going forward, and you, young man, have already proven to be supportive! And if you speak of these two young ladies in the same vein, why, it's more than enough for me! Also because I make snap decisions about who to trust so I'm sure I'll be scolded for this later. Which comes to my second condition!...you must protect me from Mirai."
"Who?" Himiko asked, still utterly confused.
"My former sidekick, Sir Nighteye! He's going to read me the riot act for this stunt, haha!" Toshinori poofed into his muscle form once more as he gave out a great guffaw.
"...okay, yeah, I'm still trapped in a nightmare I think. That or All Might's gone insane. Either way, I give up. This is too much," Izuku muttered. Without fanfare, he collapsed onto the sand, laying down spread eagle in it once more and resolutely closing his eyes.
"...yeah. I'm with you," Ochako said. She mirrored Izuku, flopping down onto the sand and closing her eyes. Himiko snickered and followed suit, as Katsuki just rolled his eyes and leaned back against the retaining wall that lined the stairs down to the beach.
Toshinori looked at the four teens before him with an arched eyebrow, finally giving out a rueful chuckle. "I suppose this is a lot to take in. And I may be acting a little silly. I assumed it would be easier to absorb what I have to say if I kept things light, but I see this is just confusing you more. Very well then. In all seriousness…are you sure the three of you wish to know what it is I intend on speaking to young Midoriya about?"
"You're my favorite hero, All Might. You kick ass and I intend on taking the same spot you have. But Izuku is my brother. You got dealings with him, you got dealings with me."
"How is knowing this secret more dangerous than just being around Izuku anyways? If it's something that makes his life dangerous in some way, we'd be in danger just by being his friend wouldn't we? So what's the difference?" Himiko chimed in.
All Might raised his finger as if to dispute her, but paused after a moment to consider. "Hmm. You may have a point, albeit I don't think it is quite correct. But still, you do seem determined…Very well. I shall explain what I came here for! Young Midoriya, I want you to become my successor and inherit my power!"
"What?" came the now screamed comment from the four teens.
All Might deflated once more, wincing at the sound as he coughed blood again. "Err…allow me to explain. Again."
Toshinori stared at the muttering and rapidly note-taking greenette sitting on the beach, glaring at his notebook. He leaned over to whisper to the rapidly blinking Katsuki. "Does he always do this?"
"...yes. Yes he does."
"Hmph. Well. It does not matter! Young Midoriya, do you accept my awesome power or not?"
Izuku paused in his writing, looking up at the skinny form of Yagi Toshinori with haunted eyes. "All Might, sir, um…"
"Toshinori, please."
"S-sure, Toshinori. Um…I don't think I'm the right pick for that. You know, I just, y-you should get someone heroic to do it. Not something like me."
"Zu…" Katsuki began, narrowing his eyes at the green-haired teen.
"Hmm…You know, when we met on that rooftop, you asked me a question. Do you recall what it was?" Toshinori asked, his voice softer than before. Izuku nodded slowly, staying mute as the other three watched, confused. Toshinori continued. "While trying to find out who you were, I had to rely on Mirai's help. He was able to find a lot out about you, young man. Including a series of articles from fourteen years ago."
Izuku froze, eyes going wide with terror. Katsuki immediately stepped between the two, standing in front of Izuku's seated form and glaring at Toshinori. He crossed his arms over his chest and ignored the looks the two girls were giving the three others. "What about it?"
"Calm down young Bakugo," Toshinori said placatingly, holding up his hands as if to show he meant no harm, turning to address Izuku once more. "I merely put two and two together from your question, my boy. And after carefully thinking about it, I decided…there is someone I'd like you to meet. If you'd be willing?"
"Like who?" Katsuki asked in lieu of the still frozen Izuku, keeping his stance between the two.
"I'd rather keep that a surprise. But it would be at UA. You all could come along, in fact! Get a nice view of the facilities!"
Katsuki stood up straighter, trying not to let the fact that the idea excited him show too much. He turned around to glance down at Izuku.
The green haired teen took a deep breath, before clambering to his feet. "Y-you're sure? This is okay? We won't get in trouble or anything?"
Toshinori stepped forward, hands still outstretched before him. "Of course not. I just think meeting this person would be able to give you an even better answer to the question you asked me than I did. Someone who might understand you and how you feel better than I do."
"How will we get there?"
"Why, my truck is parked only a few streets over. It'll be a tight fit but I'm sure we can all manage just fine."
"So let's just get this straight. We're considering jumping in a mysterious truck with a mysteriously deflated All Might and go to UA so Izuku can meet some mysterious stranger about his mysterious past to convince him to accept a mysterious Quirk of mysterious power?" Himiko asked, hands on hips, having clambered to his feet.
"It's alright, I don't mind going alone if you guys don't feel comfortable with it. I'm sure I'll be fine, it's All Might," Izuku said quietly.
"Oh hell no you're not going alone Izuku!" Ochako snapped, her hands on her hips in a mirrored stance to Himiko. "Today has already been a lot, and considering how we haven't even hit lunchtime yet, I think it's going to get even more crazy at the rate we're going. I'm not letting you disappear like that after all of…this!" she gestured wildly towards Toshinori.
"What Cheeks said. If this is what you wanna do Zu, let's fucking do this."
Izuku looked around at the other three for a moment, feeling just a little bit warmed by how willing they were to stand by him for what was objectively, a weird fucking day. He turned back to Toshinori and nodded. "Um…guess we're going?"
Izuku was very confused as to what his life had become. Today had been one hell of a rollercoaster. First, a very bad nightmare that had him spiraling for at least a few hours and led him down some unfortunately familiar dark paths in his mind. Second, his Quirk experimentation which ended up being both painful and also…a little bit fun? Third, everything All Might had said and revealed and just…oh god how could he even begin to parse All Might wanting him, a murderer, as his successor? Especially as he seemed to know about it! Izuku was having a lot of trouble reconciling everything he'd thought.
But fourth, how come he had Himiko and Ochako in his lap?! Toshinori had slightly underestimated how much room four adult teenagers and one beanpole of a man took up in the cab of his truck, and it was quickly determined someone had to sit on someone's lap. Katsuki took the middle and growled that because he had to suffer in the middle, no one was sitting on him. Instead the girls had a quick discussion about who would sit where, but quickly it was noted that even if one of them sat in a lap, they still couldn't fit properly.
And that led to this absolute nightmare of a scenario, where both girls had basically claimed one of his legs for her own and were perched on it. Izuku wasn't the tallest man out there, but his growth spurt a year or two back had shot him up to nearly six feet tall, barely an inch taller than Katsuki was. Luckily (or unluckily depending on how you viewed it), both Ochako and Himiko were shorter than he, and somewhat more slender. Unfortunately, he could tell that that was because both of them did not skip leg day, as he could very clearly feel the muscles in their legs as they sat on him.
Not that he hadn't noticed before, when they'd stretched out before training began, with those tiny shorts and rather tight fitting tank tops. Himiko had a dancer's figure, all long lines and toned muscles, while Ochako was bulkier, her arms showcasing how often she'd manually lifted things without her Quirk as part of her training. Izuku was reminded that yes, he very much was weak to someone who was in shape and looked like they could snap him in half if they got angry.
Someone had decided he was here to suffer, and that someone was definitely Kacchan, the little bastard who had silently cackled at him when their eyes met as the girls were situating themselves in his lap. Somehow, he didn't know how, but somehow he knew this was all his friend's fault. Even if it wasn't, he was blaming him anyways because this was not a good way to keep his blood pressure under control!
He tried to keep his attention solely on the little stories Toshinori was telling them, small tidbits of some of his fights as Katsuki kept plying him for more tales of heroic missions he'd gone on. But Izuku was finding it very difficult every time there was a bump in the road and the girls were moved around on him. It didn't help that while he was pretty sure Ochako was trying not to be too disruptive, he could tell Himiko knew exactly what she was doing with the smirk she had tossed back at him when she clambered into position.
Mercifully, it only took a little over twenty minutes to make their way there, it being before lunch when the roads were mostly clear of students and workers alike. Toshinori pulled the truck to a parking lot a block away and proceeded to exit the vehicle. Himiko took her sweet time getting off of Izuku, which had the unwanted benefit of making Ochako wait as Himiko had been the one closer to the door. This also led to Izuku internally cursing the brunette as well as his prior belief she wasn't trying to torture him went away at the grin and giggle she gave him as she clambered out, accidently pressing up against him when she 'slipped'.
As he finally managed to get out of the truck, very flustered and looking like a christmas tree between the red cheeks and green hair, he clapped himself on the cheeks to refocus. Ignoring the smirks from the other three teens and the raised eyebrow of Toshinori, he followed along towards the gates of UA.
As the five of them approached, they were met by a small, white-furred mammal in a suit sitting on the shoulder of a shorter woman with short, light-colored hair and strange rings around her irises. "Hello! Am I a mouse? A dog? A bear? I am the Headmaster of UA, Nezu! Here with me is Kurose, a teacher here. Also known as the Space Hero, Thirteen!"
"Thirteen?" Ochako squealed, eyes wide as she covered her mouth with her hands and bounced in place excitedly.
Kurose smiled softly. "I see I have a fan."
"You're my favorite," she managed to get out in an excited whisper, her hands fluttering in place. "I want to be a rescue hero just like you!"
"That's wonderful! I can't wait to see what you can do," Kurose replied.
Izuku, who had been silently fanboying right behind Ochako but was trying not to make a bad impression, managed to break through his own fan instincts and looked up at Toshinori. "Is-Is this who you wanted me to speak to?"
"Not so much young Midoriya, but it is someone she knows. Is he not here yet, Kurose?"
"He's washing up, we're going to meet him in the lounge. We just got back from a collapsed building a few kilometers away."
"Oh well, then lead the way if you would!" Toshinori grinned.
"Of course! It's wonderful to meet the four of you. While your friend is speaking to him, I'd love to hear more about your studies and plans," Nezu said, grinning at the teens in front of him with a strange glint in his eyes.
"Uh…sure, sounds…fun?" Himiko said questioningly, a little bit creeped out. The other three just shrugged and began to follow the adults before them. Toshinori had walked up next to Kurose and was speaking quietly to her and Nezu, the four teens unable to quite make out what was being said.
It did not take the assembled group long to reach the teacher's lounge, them quickly following through the campus to the closed door. There, Kurose opened the door and glanced in. Seeing someone, she spoke quietly to them, nodding and then stepping back as the door opened further.
Out stepped a tall, slender young man, a few years older than the teenagers before him. Pale blue hair in a messy cut, red eyes, and pale skin were visible immediately. A pair of black gloves covered his hands, a black jacket over a white shirt and black jeans completed the ensemble. He ran one hand through his hair, mussing it up further.
"Hey Uncle. One of these the kid you wanted me to talk to?" the man asked Toshinori, glancing over the teenagers assembled before him.
"That he is!" Toshinori reached over and placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, gently pulling him forward. "This is young Izuku Midoriya, a young man I think would benefit from hearing from you. Kids, this is Tenko Shimura, also known as Chronos."
"Chronos?" Izuku sputtered out, eyes wide. "Oh my gods, that's so cool! You're like, the most famous young rescue hero, and you're Thirteen's personal apprentice! Thirteen and Chronos and Headmaster Nezu in one day, this is so cool! Can I get your autographs?!" All four adults blinked in confusion at the notebook suddenly thrust out from Izuku's hands, having no idea where he pulled it from.
"Just roll with it," Katsuki replied in a deadpan voice and an eye roll.
Toshinori reached out and took the notebook, holding it as he gestured to the lounge. I'll get your autographs for you, young Midoriya. Why don't you and Tenko have a quick talk in the lounge, we're going to take your friends on a quick tour while you do this."
"Um…are you sure, Izuku?" Ochako asked quietly, looking between the various adults with some suspicion.
Izuku gulped, also a bit concerned, but…this was UA! He was sure he was safe here. "I'll be fine. You guys have fun!" He could tell his smile wasn't very convincing to the other three, but they all followed the adults along as Shimura held the door open for him and gestured for him to enter.
Izuku walked in, noting the varied desks covered in paper and boxes, the couches lining the walls, the office rooms in the back. One small coffee table had what appeared to be a handheld video game sitting on it, which was the one Shimura walked over to and plopped down on. Leaning back against the couch, the blue-haired man placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes as if he was going to go to sleep.
After a few moments of silence where Izuku wasn't sure what to do, Shimura spoke up. "Take a seat Midoriya, you're not in trouble. My uncle just figured I had a…unique perspective on what you've gone through."
"O-Oh, okay. Sure!" Izuku managed to sputter out, sitting carefully at the end of the couch. Silence stretched out into the room again for a good minute more, before it was broken by Shimura .
"So. Killed your family when your Quirk first went off, huh?"
Izuku jolted at the statement, nearly leaping to his feet as his eyes went wide with fear. He sputtered out vague vowel sounds as if trying to speak, but the sheer unexpected bluntness and how casually the hero had said it had his mind bluescreening, unable to fully comprehend the fact someone had just said it outright. No one ever just…said it.
"Yep, that's about the reaction I expected. Guess we do have something in common, huh?"
Izuku's already spiraling thoughts, fears and worries and memories he wished he could forget, came to a screeching halt at the next thing Shimura had said. His gaze snapped to look at Shimura , really looked at him for the first time, not as a hero, but as a person, and in the now open, burning red eyes before him, he could see how fragile the facade of nonchalance was. Like recognized like, after all, and he'd had plenty of experiences with putting on a mask, one that could fracture at a moment's notice when pressed.
Shimura let out a rueful chuckle at the gaping Izuku. "Yeah. Betcha didn't think someone else had done the same, huh? Or become a hero? You're looking at him. A familicidal murderer who became a hero. You know my Quirk, right?"
"Y-yeah. Five-point touch disintegration, right? You use it to clear rubble in seconds, or tunnel down into collapsed places to rescue people!"
"It can also kill a person in less than ten seconds," came the quiet response. "I can't turn it off. I wear these gloves to protect other people from me, not to protect my hands. Especially as I don't need five finger's anymore."
Izuku turned to fully face Shimura , something in him telling him not to interrupt and just to listen. For perhaps the first time in his life, since he could remember, he felt like maybe, just maybe, someone got it. Shimura ran his hand through his hair again.
"My dad was a real piece of shit. He hated heroes with a passion, and got so pissed at me for wanting to be one, to be just like my grandma. His mom. She gave him up for adoption cause of her job, so he blamed the heroes for that. He'd beat the ever loving shit out of me and my sister if we even thought about heroes. But…I mean, he was still my dad, and I was a kid, and I still loved him. I never wanted to hurt him."
Shimura looked up at the ceiling above, shoulders slumped. "I was holding my dog, Mon, when my Quirk decided then was a great time to turn on. And then I wasn't holding a dog, I was holding blood and bits of fur. I had no idea what was going on, I was freaking out. My sister came running out to grab me when I screamed, and I lost her then too. I ran inside. I wanted help, I wanted someone to save me, wanted my dad or mom to fix it. But Mom grabbed my hands too."
Shimura slumped further, head bowed down as he closed his eyes again. "It happened so fast. Next it was my grandparents, everyone so confused, so panicked, no one reacting right. I was so scared I ran at them, covered in blood and pieces of people and I just wanted them to save me, but…instead I killed them. And my father…he came at me with a weedwacker. Just grabbed it and started chasing me like he was going to kill me, screaming at me, threatening me. I just reached, grabbing the handle of it, and then…his arm. And that was it. Everyone. Gone. Just me, a five year old kid, in a house that started falling apart moments later when I touched the floor. Alone with nothing but blood and the knowledge I had killed them."
Silence stretched out in the room, an oppressive, heavy silence as the two young men sat. It stretched on for an indeterminate amount of time…one…five…ten minutes…before Izuku finally spoke up, his voice raspy and quiet. "What happened after?"
"Uncle Yagi found me. I'm…not sure what would have happened to me if he hadn't. I wasn't all there, if I'm being honest. Pretty sure I'd gone batshit by that point. But he took me, kicking, screaming, trying to attack him too because I think it was all I knew. But he got me the help I needed."
"...so you're okay now?" Izuku ventured.
Shimura snorted. "'Okay' is a loaded term, Midoriya. If you're asking if I still feel guilt, of course I do. Do I have nightmares? Weekly, if not nightly. I have trouble sleeping, and I've gone down some dark paths in my mind many times. It's not something that just goes away. It sticks with you. But…I made friends here. I have a life. And these people know everything I did, and they still never left my side. Hell, Kurose acts like she's my mom half the time, making sure I eat right and everything." He chuckled sadly, glancing over at Izuku.
"It sucks, to know your Quirk hurt someone you care for. To know something inherent to you caused others pain, even if it was outside of your control. You end up feeling selfish for daring to hope you could have your dream, to have happiness of any kind, when every time you think about it you think you're a monster, a murderer, someone who should be dead. I still feel that way, sometimes. It still gets to me, on bad days. But you know…I don't think that's what they would have wanted for me, you know?"
"I…I…this…" Izuku tried to reply, tried to somehow choke something out, but he'd been hit with too many reality warping concepts in one day to really get his thoughts out.
"Midoriya, calm down," Shimura ordered, smiling softly. "Chill. It's all good. And don't feel like you have to share your life story either. I know you just met me. Took me a good few years to be able to talk about mine after I got here, and I never tell strangers."
"...but then why tell me? We just met, like you said."
Shimura shrugged. "Cause Uncle asked me to. He handed me an article about what happened and told me he thought I'd get it, better than he could. Was he right?"
Izuku looked down at the ground, entangling his fingers together and squeezing his hands tightly. "...yeah. He was right. I…I do think you get it, in a way no one else did, not even Kacchan."
"Kacchan?"
"The blonde boy I came here with. His mom and mine were best friends, and he and I were basically raised together, so after…after what happened, his parents took me in. He's like my brother."
"That's nice. My grandmother's best friend is the one who took me in, Grandpa Torino. And Uncle Yagi was always around too. I didn't have many friends growing up though, I wasn't, uh, that great with people. Mostly played games."
"But it got better when you got here?" Izuku asked, tilting his head.
Shimura nodded. "Yeah. Not given much choice really, you end up living with a bunch of other hero wannabes for three years it's hard not to make friends. None of them gave a shit that I preferred to hide in my room with my games. They dragged my sorry ass out of the dorm over and over again. Mostly Keigo, to third wheel on his dates with Toya. Annoying bird boy, but still…good people. And look at me now." Shimura tapped his hand against his chest, then held out his hand and swept it across the room.
"I'm here, at UA, a pro hero who saves lives. I help people. And I'm even here giving a pep talk to the next Symbol, to my uncle's successor. I think I'm doing just fine."
"Wait, what? Y-you know?" Izuku blurted out.
"Of course! Uncle told me before he even asked you to come here. Hell, he asked for my advice about how to approach you. I know all about it, Midoriya."
"...then do you think I'd be a good choice?"
"I don't know you," Shimura pointed out, not unkindly. "I can't judge my uncle's choice off one conversation where you've said maybe a dozen words. But I trust his judgment. And at the end of the day, trust in those we love is all we have, don't you think?"
Izuku thought about Kacchan, his brother. About Auntie and Uncle, the ones who took him in and raised him from childhood. The faded, gray memories of his mother and father, their smiling faces and laughing tones ringing in his ears. The way he was warming up to Ochako and Himiko, his new friends who he could freely laugh with without the specter of his past choking him like it had with his other classmates. He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess I can see what you're saying."
Shimura's phone rang a moment later, a little jingle Izuku recognized as a little music number from one of the oldest pre-Quirk gaming franchises. The blue-haired man checked his phone reading over a message, before nodding. He looked over to Izuku. "Uncle says they finished their little tour and are heading to the Headmaster's office for a chat. You okay to join?"
Izuku took a deep breath. "Y-yeah. I think. Today has been a lot heh."
Shimura let out an undignified snort. "Yeah, I can imagine. Here, gimme your phone." As soon as Izuku pulled it out, a confused look on his face, Shimura snatched it up and rapidly typed something in. Handing it back, he nodded. "That's my number. If you ever need to talk to someone who gets it, feel free to send me a message. I sleep odd hours so I can't promise I'll get back to you right away, but soon as I see it I'll hit ya up."
Izuku stared at his phone, wide-eyed. Taking another deep breath and shoving another fanboy moment back down, he gave a quick nod back. "O-okay, Shimura."
Shimura winced. "Eh, just call me Tenko."
"S-sure! Then you can call me Izuku!"
Tenko smirked. Reaching out with one hand, he ruffled Izuku's hair, making the green-haired teen go cross-eyed for a moment as he followed the hand. Tenko snickered. "Alright Izuku, let's go see what the Headmaster wants."