If you have been waiting for Izuku and All Might to have a chat, this is the chapter for you, also if you want to just see class 1A chat.

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Chapter 30: A Face-to-Face Chat

On Monday Izuku was already in the classroom with Hitoshi and Tenya when Kirishima walked in, rotating and stretching his arm. There was still a bruise on his cheek from the weekend.

"Hey Kirishima," Kaminari said, "what happened to you? I didn't think you could bruise."

"You mean this?" Kirishima asked, smiling and poking his cheek, flinching as he did so. "Had some quirkless spars with Midoriya over the weekend. He's hardcore when it comes to training."

"Oh right, you mentioned planning to do that. I couldn't even think about training over the weekend after what happened."

"At least you still have your quirk… right?" Ojiro interrupted.

"Wha-?" Kirishima got caught off-guard, confused. Hitoshi tilted his head to stare at Ojiro.

"Do you have a problem with Izuku or are you just trying to be annoying for no reason?"

"Of cour-" Ojiro started saying, turning around to face him. In an instant he froze still and fell silent.

"Toshi?" Izuku asked.

"I didn't do anything. He's just too afraid to talk."

"It would be too much to ask to have a whole class of decent people," Izuku said. "At least so far there have been more than I expected."

Ojiro frowned. "At least I don't depend on stealing from others."

"Depend?" Hitoshi responded before Izuku could say something rude. "I think Kirishima's bruise might disagree."

"Yeah, he whooped my ass without quirks."

Ojiro stared at them for a moment, huffed and turned to face forward.

"What a great way to start a week after almost dying," Jiro, a dark-haired girl said while playing with one of the headphone jacks hanging from her ears. "Anyone got anything else to say?"

"Well," a voice came from seemingly an empty flying set of clothes that was their invisible classmate Hagakure, "did you watch the news last night? Did you see how everyone in class was on-screen for a second? Though I bet no one noticed me hanging in the background."

Of course she was interested in getting attention from the media. Then again, being invisible had to have some effect on that desire, and she was trying to cheer everyone up so Izuku wasn't ready to condemn her for that yet.

Unfortunately, discussion after that moved to people gawking at All Might's strength. It was bad enough as things where, but now Izuku would actually have to talk with the man. Trying to distract himself from the others' discussion, Izuku happened to meet the gaze of Shoto Todoroki, the son of the number two hero. He looked away as soon as Izuku noticed him staring. Todoroki had been even more unsocial than himself and it was difficult to know what he might have been thinking.

Todoroki's quirk was interesting, but that was just another example of what he had been handed to in this world that worshipped people just like him. After witnessing his fight against Hitoshi and Ojiro the one thing Izuku was sure of was that he should keep his guard up around the strangely two-faced classmate. At least Todoroki wasn't loudly declaring his presumed superiority like Bakugo.

Also, how had his eye survived unharmed with such a wide burn and permanent damage all around it?

The large clock on the classroom wall clicked forward to the next minute and something poked Izuku's shoulder.

"Izuku," Tenya whispered. "It is time for the class to begin. You should make sure that…"

"Everyone is already in their seats," Izuku said, "and the teacher isn't even here yet."

"Hey Tsu," the pink girl Ashido said to the girl behind her, "so who do you think is going to teach class today?"

"No idea. Mr. Aizawa is still in the hospital recovering from his injuries."

Hearing them talk, Izuku realized he hadn't even thought about that. He had gotten so used to injuries just disappearing he hadn't considered their teacher wouldn't be around after the battle. Great job failing to follow his own advice. Part of him felt sorry for the man like he had never felt for a teacher, other than Kurogiri that is.

The door opened, revealing Aizawa. He could only be recognized from his clothes and hair since every bit of skin was covered in bandages to the point it was unclear if he could even see anything. Also, the tired voice was unmistakably that of Aizawa.

"Good morning class."

The reactions from the class were unsurprising gasps of surprise with a louder, overly formal statement of relief from Tenya.

"Are you really in any condition to teach a class?" Izuku asked as soon as things quieted down a bit.

"My wellbeing is irrelevant," Aizawa responded. Izuku wasn't sure if he should respect the man's work ethic or call him an idiot for endangering his recovery, so he didn't say anything more as Aizawa continued.

"What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet."

Izuku kept looking at the man, expecting he'd say something about addressing Friday's events, but most of the class expressed several nervous questions

"The UA Sports Festival is about to start."

That stamen made the atmosphere in the room make a full 180 degree turn to loud excitement, except for Izuku who frowned. At least some students expressed concern over security after their ears recovered from Kirishima's exited shout. Aizawa's response was more of an explanation for the massively popular sports event than an answer, but eventually he got to the importance of the event for students to get noticed for career opportunities. Izuku didn't really care about that, but he saw the glint in Hitoshi's eyes as Hitoshi turned his head and Izuku couldn't help but smile.

"Now that you have gotten excited," Aizawa spoke ominously, the whole class went quiet in an instant, "we can talk about the more serious matter. Last Friday everyone here came close to being killed."

At least Aizawa wasn't just going to ignore it. Izuku hadn't had high expectations for any school since elementary school started, but what kind of high school would just ignore possible consequences of having an entire class almost getting killed by an army of villains?

"I am glad to see you so energetic today and will not force you to talk about the events here, but everyone will have to meet with the school counsellor during this week to discuss how the events might affect you. This is mandatory. I don't want to hear any excuses or claims that you can handle it. It is not talked about much publicly, but essentially every pro hero worth the title gets counselling in some form at least occasionally. If you know a pro hero who retired early and the cause wasn't an obvious physical injury, there is a fifty percent chance the reason was mental health related."

Unlike with everything else that had been said in the class that morning, the only response to Aizawa's statement was a deep silence.

"You can also come look for me in the teacher's lounge after school if you want to have a one-to-one talk. Unfortunately, I must also ask you to be interviewed with a detective from the police force concerning the attack. I have a list of appointment times for both the counsellor and detective here. Midoriya, have everyone pick a time before the next class."

He dropped the papers from between his plastered arms on the teacher's desk and looked at the class for a long moment as if to say something more.

"Class dismissed."

He left the room. Izuku got up as soon as the door closed.

"Well, let's get this done. Toshi, if anyone tries to leave without getting their times booked, brainwash them. We need guineapigs to test how far your control goes."

"If that is what the class rep orders."

"Good, start by picking your times, then guard the door," Izuku said and walked to the front of the class. "For the rest of you, it's first come first pick. If you don't want to miss hero training better get in line quickl-"

When he looked up at the class, he saw there was already a line. Well, a mix of line and mess in front of him, with Tenya at the front. The job was quickly done, but Hitoshi didn't get any new guineapigs despite guarding the door the whole time.

"Maybe next time," Izuku said as he left the room last with Hitoshi and Tenya. Hitoshi smirked.

"Already tired of being the volunteer?"

"No, I've told you. It is really relaxing, though I guess that makes me tired in a way."

The morning went by relatively calmly. The most unusual part was almost everyone they passed was talking about Friday's events. After the last class before lunch a handful of Izuku's classmates had gathered right outside the classroom. One of the girls, Uraraka, was loudly declaring how they would do their best, looking like a completely different person from how she had behaved previously.

"You are truly enthusiastic about becoming a hero," Tenya commented. Uraraka's expression softened a bit and she smiled.

"Thank you for saying that."

"So why do you want to be a hero?" Izuku asked, and not in a being-exited-to-share-reasons way. He spoke in the 'give-the-right-answer-or-be-judged' tone.

"Well," Uraraka started, "to tell the truth, it's because of the money."

"Oh," Izuku's expression dropped. For some reason he actually had had some hope about her before, but with that answer he kept walking without another word, at least he tried to. He didn't get far.

"HAH HAH HAH HAA!"

The familiar obnoxious laugh made Izuku freeze stiff. All Might appeared from an adjacent hallway.

"YOUNG MIDORIYA IS HERE!"

"All Might," Izuku gasped and his eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

The oversized man held up a comically small looking lunch box. At least he wasn't shouting anymore.

"Lunch. Would you eat with me?"

Izuku's first instinct was to tell the man to go die, but he needed information from the so-called hero and he knew why the man was asking him. Hitoshi didn't, and had discreetly grabbed Izuku's arm.

"We are going to get food from the cafeteria. I guess I can't tell you to not come there."

"Actually," All Might said, clearly taken off-guard, "we need to have a talk, alone."

Izuku struggled to bottle up the anger and disgust the mere thought made him feel.

"All Might," Tenya spoke, "that isn't a good idea. By now you should…"

"Tenya," Izuku said and pulled his arm from Hitoshi's hold to face the duo. He drew a deep breath. "It's okay. There is something he needs to get done and he won't leave me alone before he does it."

Hitoshi stared at him for a long moment.

"Does he know she was…?" Hitoshi pressed his lips together to not say too much.

"Yes… but there is also another thing." Izuku paused for a long moment. "I won't promise that both of us come out alive, but reserve a seat for me."

"Okay," Hitoshi said, "call us if you need to."

Izuku nodded and turned towards All Might.

"Show the way and make this quick."

"Good," All Might said after a short silence, "there is a room in the teacher's lounge we can talk in privately."

He gestured Izuku to follow and turned his back. It was such an attractive target to stab, but that wasn't enough anymore, and having seen the man's power it couldn't have been that easy. All Might led him to a small quiet room with some couches and a low table. He gestured for Izuku to sit on a chair opposite the sofa All Might himself sat on with an audible sigh.

Izuku looked around, scanning the room and identifying all possible exits.

"So, it is safe to talk here?" He asked in an emotionless tone.

"Yes, no one will hear or see us here," All Might responded while Izuku's finger tapped his fancy wristwatch. The one he had gotten from his father. He could barely sit still being essentially trapped in the room with the man he hated the most in this world, other than the sludge villain that killed his mother that is.

Better tear the band-aid off quickly.

"So, are you going to stop pretending? We both know that isn't how you really look, and I'm guessing it puts some kind of strain on you. Otherwise you would not have changed at the USJ."

All Might sighed.

"You are right."

There was a literal puff of smoke and the oversized, inhumanly muscular All Might disappeared, leaving behind only a skeletal man who was barely taller than Izuku and looked like he could be blown over by a gust of wind. He actually looked like someone Izuku could have beaten in a fight even before his father's training.

Even knowing the man was going to change, the difference was so jarring Izuku was left speechless, only able to stare. His brain was struggling to process what he was witnessing as it went against everything he had seen or been told by the entire world around him.

"How?"

He couldn't help asking despite already knowing the basics. His voice didn't even have the usual animosity towards the man.

All Might opened his mouth as if to respond, but remained quiet, staring at Izuku, or perhaps his hair. He even closed his eyes and breathed in deep before speaking.

"The work of a hero is dangerous, even with my power. There was a fight a six years ago that was especially bad." All might reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up on the left side.

His left side was a single massive scar around a single point, as if a hole had been there. Izuku a year earlier would have jolted from shock and felt ill just from seeing the injury.

But that had been a year ago.

"A villain did this to me," All Might continued. "My respiratory system was nearly destroyed, and my stomach was removed. I've wasted away because of the aftereffects of those surgeries. I can only…"

He fell quiet and stared at Izuku again.

"My quirk is very powerful, but it requires a body capable of wielding that power, so now it takes a lot out of me. I have to pace myself completely differently than before."

He was leaving something out, but how much could Izuku push questions without being suspicious?

"So, the number one hero isn't so far above everyone else like he'd like us to think."

"I would not phrase it like that, but you aren't wrong. I have been able to thus-far hide this from the public. The Symbol of Peace cannot be seen wavering."

"Why, because you wouldn't fit the society that has been built to your image?" Izuku snapped. "Welcome to the club."

All Might sighed.

"I see we have to clear some air before anything else. Listen, I know that…"

"You failed to save my mother and were more interested in posing for the cameras like you had accomplished a great victory, despite her corpse laying right next to you. More worried about the cameras then letting her family know what happened. Why bother telling them you failed to save her yourself, when the police are just your lackeys."

"That time I made a mistake. It is important for people to see the Symbol of Peace but… I think I thought I had come just in time and didn't immediately understand she was…"

"Gone, dead, killed while a bunch of 'heroes' refused to even try to save her because it wasn't easy fame, and you were too busy basking in that fame to even check on her."

"It's not like…"

"Don't bother pretending. You milk that fame just the same as almost all heroes and either don't understand or don't care about all the suffering you are not just standing on, but creating."

"What… do you mean."

Izuku huffed at the man's apparent ignorance.

"When one group of people are put on the pedestal above everyone else, everyone will inevitably be compared to that. If you have a quirk similar to top heroes, one that looks flashy and cool, just what you need to show off to cameras, everyone thinks you are going to have a great future. If not… well, the whole idea of heroes comes with the concept of villains."

All Might kept looking at him without showing signs of understanding.

"If you aren't heroic, you are either useless or a villain, and a lot of the time your actual actions don't matter to that judgement."

All Might's eyes widened in surprise or shock and he opened his mouth, probably to say something stupid.

"Don't even try to deny it, or pretend you are any better. I've seen how you look at me since the first time we met. I know you have been spying on… I mean, 'investigating' me since then. Couldn't accept someone having a quirk that didn't fit your idea of a hero? Or maybe you just don't want a power to exist that could take away yours."

"No... wait, it's not that. Well… not exactly."

Izuku held back guessing what was coming.

"Your quirk isn't as unique as you might think. There was one other person with the same power. It isn't called Quirk Transfer. The name of your quirk is…"

"All For One."

Those three words were enough to completely throw All Might off balance. He was left staring, mouth hanging open.

"How do…?"

"Tenya and I had a history assignment on him. Good thing the people at Soumei didn't know what my real quirk was. They would have reacted the same as you. After all, why bother with what kind of person someone is or what they actually do when it's so easy to judge them on what they could potentially do."

All Might's skeletal shoulders slumped and he looked down, acting like he was ashamed.

"I guess… they would. I never thought…"

"Doesn't seem to be your strong suit," Izuku responded and tapped into the Calm Mind to not forget why he was talking to the man in the first place. "You shouldn't be a teacher if you can't help but compare your students to ancient… villains."

"He isn't… wasn't some ancient villain. All For One might not have been much in the public eye since the current hero system was established, but he was still alive until recently. I don't know how. He probably got a life extending quirk from someone, but he was still controlling most of the underworld when you were a child. He only died six years ago. I only killed him six years ago, or at least I thought I did."

"That, I didn't know," Izuku lied, hanging onto the Calm Mind to not show his emotions about All Might's statements. A few seconds later he raised his head.

"You thought you killed him?"

All Might sighed and stood up. He stepped next to the window to look outside. Clearly, he couldn't help but do unnecessary theatrics even when in his walking skeleton form.

"It was a brutal fight. It was when I got my injuries. By the end I had crushed his head and was barely alive myself. I was sure I had killed him, at least I was until last Friday."

Now Izuku was genuinely interested in what the man had to say, and worried.

"Friday… the USJ?" He said.

"That creature, the Nomu, it had multiple quirks. I fear All For One might have been involved in its creation," All Might stated. "There are many mysteries about All For One and how it works, but one thing I know for sure is that normal people aren't meant to have many quirks, can't handle many quirks."

All Might finally turned to face Izuku rather than the window, with an unspoken question in his eyes. Izuku diverted his gaze before responding.

"I have noticed there is a strain when I have gotten new quirks, but it goes away eventually. That's why I've never given anyone more than one quirk at a time."

"It is good you didn't. I have heard that when people were given more quirks than they could handle, it would overcome their conscious minds, leaving them in a mindless semi-conscious state, a bit like the Nomu. It seems it cannot think on its own or do anything without being ordered to."

"Cannot… are you saying it survived the fight?" Izuku said, exaggerating his surprise.

"Yes. Police found it in a forest some distance away. It was taken to the villain hospital for the moment, but the thing wasn't the least bit injured. Seems the only reason I won was because I separated it from the person giving it orders with that last punch."

"So it was that strong," Izuku said. "Can you even keep something that powerful imprisoned? Sounds like the… League of Villains could free it just by shouting orders through a window."

"That is a concern, but it is going to be transferred to Tartarus in a week or so, so that should be okay. If it survived my attack, there isn't anywhere else we could keep it."

Izuku tried to shut up, but couldn't help himself having gotten what information he could.

"Did you intentionally aim it at a forest, or did you just get lucky that it didn't crash through a building or two? Did you ever even consider people around you while fighting?"

"Midoriya…"

"What made you think it was a good idea to throw that thing towards your students? I had to carry Toshi out of USJ and he was lucky nothing worse happened. I guess I should have known though, it's not like someone who can pose like a winner next to a corpse would care about a random student getting hurt. You probably think of him too as a potential villain, don't you? I bet you never expected to meet someone like him at UA with how the school's entrance exam is built for 'heroic' quirks."

"I did not make the most careful choices back then, but that fight was the hardest I have faced since All For One and I had to hurry before my power failed to keep you and your friends safe."

Izuku huffed and looked away from the man. It would be a cold day in hell when he needed All Might's help to keep his friends safe. Then an idea sparked in his head.

"If you have become too weak to protect those around you, maybe you should step aside and leave the whole Symbol of Peace thing to someone else. Even your quirk wouldn't need to go to waste. If it was to replace you, I could help by transferring it."

All Might's eyes widened, and he seemed to forget to breathe. A few seconds later he coughed blood on his hand.

"I… thank you for your offer, but I still have things to do as a hero and… my quirk is very powerful and demanding. It would be dangerous to try to take or give it to someone else."

"As you want, but you better not fail people because you refuse to give up the fame. If you change your mind, find someone who is worthy. Being a teacher here should help. UA is biased but someone here has to be worthy enough, even besides Toshi and Tenya." Izuku paused for a moment, genuinely thoughtful. "Giving it to Tokoyami, Dark Shadow might be too dangerous if your quirk powers other quirks like your body, but Kirishima could probably split the Mount Fuji if your quirk and his could be combined."

"Yes… I am sure someone is… many young heroes surely are. I am certain someone will continue my work."

"Better I hope," Izuku said and got up. "My friends are waiting for me. Did you have anything else you wanted to say?"

All Might opened his mouth.

"You don't want me to tell anyone about your condition," Izuku interrupted, followed by a long silence. Before All Might could speak Izuku walked to the door.

"Then don't piss me off and never mention my mother again."

He left the room and walked down the hall quickly to get some distance. Gradually his steps slowed down until he stepped into a small side corridor. A quick glance confirmed he was alone. He released the Calm Mind and collapsed against the wall, grasping his shirt. He drew deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

Hearing approaching steps didn't help that. Izuku tensed and straightened his back, until Tenya and Hitoshi stepped around a corner. Tenya noticed him first.

"Seems you were right," he said, directing Hitoshi's attention to where Izuku was. They both walked to Izuku.

"You know you don't need to pretend like whatever happened didn't affect you," Hitoshi told Izuku, who relaxed and leaned on the wall again.

"Depends on who is around," Izuku responded quietly.

"No one else. So do you want to talk about it?" Tenya asked.

"No, at least not right now."

"Can we assume that the big man is still alive?" Hitoshi asked.

"Unfortunately."

"When you are ready, we should head to the cafeteria so as not to be late to the next lesson, and you need to sit down."

Izuku looked at Tenya and breathed in deep.

"Okay."

They headed towards the cafeteria with Tenya and Hitoshi flanking Izuku on both sides. They found an empty table and ate with just the three of them. As they got to class for afternoon hero classes the trio was left surprisingly un-harassed, although both Kirishima and Tokoyami glanced at Izuku as he settled down. Shoji had an extra eye on one of his hands on Izuku's side that disappeared as soon as Izuku turned to see it.

At least Izuku could appreciate the day's lesson on laws as a part of the hero training more than most of his classmates, even if he wouldn't have agreed with all of the laws of the country. By the time Aizawa left at the end of the day, some peers, like Kirishima and Kaminari, were laying on their desks like they had been worked to exhaustion.

"Kirishima," Hitoshi said with a slight smirk, "don't tell me some books can defeat the manliest guy in the class."

"It's not the books, it's trying to remember everything in them," Kirishima groaned and raised his head from the desk.

"I guess there are negatives to having such a thick skin. Books don't get through any more than punches."

"Hah ha," Kirishima responded dryly and dragged himself up. If there is something all high school students have in common, it is that they are never too tired to leave school.

"If you plan to uphold the law as a hero, you should at least know what you are upholding," Izuku said as he finished closing his backpack. His voice was missing much of the judgemental sharpness such comments often came with. His attention soon moved elsewhere, distracted by a noise coming from outside the room.

"I wonder what is going on out there," Uraraka said as she headed to the door

"Lot of people clearly," Izuku said as Uraraka reached the door. Izuku was proven correct when a large crowd was revealed, the people at the front barely holding back from being pushed into the class by the pressure of the crowd. Izuku stopped, still next to his desk, unwilling to get any closer to the crowd.

"Wh… what's going on?" Uraraka stuttered, staring at the people gathered outside their classroom, looking in at them.

"What business do you all have with class A?" Tenya questioned the crowd.

"Hmm, either news about Friday got to the rest of the school and they're worried for us," Hitoshi said, "or they realized the sports festival is approaching and want to check out the competition."

"Of course, the whole event pretty much focuses on the hero course students," Izuku said.

"Not just that," Hitoshi added, "people are sometimes allowed to transfer to the hero course and making an impression at the first sports festival is pretty much the only serious opportunity to do so. Of course, normally there is the issue of the course having only space for a limited number of people, but…"

"With Bakugo getting kicked out there is an open seat," Izuku finished, and glanced at Hitoshi. "How do you know transfer opportunities so well?"

"We both know how my chances at the entrance exam were. Even with your training the sports festival always seemed like the more likely way in. If things were just a little different, I might be right there testing how easy it is to provoke you into responding to my words."

"HAHHAA, so this is the famous class 1A, not impressed."

A new student had gotten through the crowd to stand in front of the doorway. A single glance at his arrogant glee was enough for Izuku to classify him in the group of people he didn't like.

"Shouldn't there be more of you, oh right the crazy got kicked out. Did you hear, someone in class A was so insane he didn't even last one week without being expelled."

Izuku mentally reclassified the student as loud and annoying, but not the worst.

"At this rate you'll run out of students before the sports festival. Maybe then the rest of us can get to school without being harassed by those reporters. Surely they're going to show up again now that the mighty 1A has fought actual villains. I hope anyone isn't hoping to get noticed at the sports festival. They are going to steal all of the attention with that."

He got some annoyed rumbling from people behind him. Izuku wasn't sure how to feel about him anyway. It was getting difficult to keep track of what he was saying.

"Well, that isn't going to happen. We might not have reporters running after us yet, but just wait. Class 1B will…. "

A hand swung from behind him and chopped the loud one's neck with great precision. The loud one collapsed immediately and was caught by the collar of his shirt. A smiling girl with long orange hair was revealed as the loud blonde fell out of the way.

"Hey, my name is Itsuka Kendo, nice to meet you. Sorry about Monoma. He can get a bit overexcited about some things."

Monoma? Izuku blinked as the name registered in his mind.

"Well, we'll be off before he gets going again."

"Wait," Izuku said and stepped forward, much to Hitoshi's and Tenya's surprise. "Did you call him Monoma?"

"Yes…" Kendo responded and left behind an unspoken question.

"Izuku Midoriya," Izuku introduced himself and fell quiet for a moment before continuing. "Is he the one who can copy quirks?"

"Huh?" The question caught Kendo by surprise, but soon her eyes narrowed. So she wasn't just a careless fool.

"How do you know that, and why would it matter?"

"Recovery Girl mentioned it when talking about my quirk. I…" Izuku paused and hesitated, looking at all the people around her. Soon he could sense two presences behind him, hovering there as silent support.

"I have the Quirk Transfer quirk. The one those reporters called the Quirk Stealer."

Those words invoked the expected gasps and whispers from the crowd which suddenly moved a few arm's reaches further away, except Kendo who still stood in the same place, perhaps a bit tenser. Izuku bit his teeth together from the familiar reaction, barely noticing the new sets of steps that approached from behind and joined the previous two. Soon a large shadow rose over him, literally. Dark Shadow reached over Izuku and looked at the crowd that got a little further away.

"He saved Fumi and we haven't gotten him the house yet, so back off. Oh, wait you already did. So… step closer?"

"Dark Shadow! Get back here!"

Izuku had to resist chuckling at the sentient quirk's antics now that it didn't want him dead anymore, but he couldn't stop a smile from getting on his face.

"I believe you were talking about this guy," Hitoshi said, pointing at Monoma followed by a light elbow to Izuku's side. "I haven't seen you that interested in anyone before."

"I heard he can copy quirks. I wanted to see if we could use our quirks together."

"What…?" Hitoshi asked.

"I see," Tenya interrupted. "If you can take the copied quirk, you could have people's quirks without actually taking the original. Together you could have and give away an unlimited number of quirks."

"Maybe," Izuku said. "I have never encountered a copying quirk, and I don't know how his works."

"That's…" Kendo started.

"Ha," Monoma said, almost sitting on the floor hanging by Kendo's grasp of his shirt. "So even class A's mighty Quirk Stealer needs help from class B. Are 1A quirks really that pitiful you need to come after us alrea… dy."

Monoma fell quiet as he met Izuku's stare. It mainly carried a mix of tiredness and annoyance, but it was a stare from someone trained to kill.

"They have fine quirks, but some of them might be worthy of keeping those quirks. So far I can't say the same about you."

"Izuku," Tenya sighed.

"If I hadn't already seen how well UA's admission process works, I would ask how someone with your attitude got in," Hitoshi said to Monoma. "Oh, and if you call Izuku a quirk stealer again I will brainwash you with my quirk and make you walk into the cafeteria naked during the lunch hour."

"Hitoshi!" Tenya said louder. "What am I going to do with you two?"

"That sounds fun, can I watch?"

"DARK SHADOW!"

Monoma's eyes darted between each of them with growing concern covering up the annoying arrogance. It was more satisfying but didn't really help Izuku get what he wanted. Now it was his turn to sigh as he held the back of his neck in the gesture he had picked up from Hitoshi.

"I'm not going to play your hate-the-other-class game," he said. "Your actions matter more than the letter in your class name. If you want to be an actual hero you should seek to know the limits and potential of your quirk. It could be the difference between life and death, especially for the people around you. You know where to find me when you are ready to learn more about your quirk."

Izuku stepped forward and past Monoma, who was still sitting on the floor. The remaining crowd parted from his way, keeping out of arm's reach. A few steps followed him before stopping.

"Butt naked, and I'll make sure someone has a camera ready," Hitoshi said before catching up with Izuku.

"I'm sorry for them," Tenya spoke as the two were getting further away, "but you really shouldn't treat him like that. None of us choose our quirk… well I mean the ones we are born with. Of course, in his case um…"

"I thought he was bad too, but he's okay."

"Come on, Dark Shadow."

"So," Izuku said to Hitoshi who was now next to him. "You are now threatening people with your quirk?"

"Hey, you aren't exactly in a position to complain. How many people have you threatened, or broken the chin of for my sake?"

"I'm just thinking back to when I had to convince you to even show us how it works. I'm glad to see how far you've come."

"Oh. I hope I didn't get into trouble with that though."

"After everything else they have failed to stop, you better not," Izuku said. "By the way, I booked my interview with the detective to start in a moment, so you and Tenya need to wait a bit if you want a ride."

"That's fine. With Tenya around we'll probably get our homework done before you finish.