Chapter 1: A hunter must hunt

Izuku slowly opened his eyes, he was lying on the ground, his body felt as heavy as lead. As he slowly got up, he saw that he was now in front of a stairway that led to some type of hut.

Looking at himself, he frowned in confusion. He was wearing some type of formal clothes, a dress shirt, trousers, and dress shoes, along suspenders that were flapping uselessly at his waist.

He was starting to panic, but then it came back to him.

An operation table. A man in a wheelchair. Blood.

A dream. A Beast. Fire.

Fear. Confusion. Blood. Beast.

Death.

Izuku's breath was haggard, he felt the pain, but he was still alive, his heart hammering in his chest assured him. So why did he remember the claws of the beast tearing into his back, and the despair of drawing his last breath before being consumed by nothingness?

A hand on his leg brought him back to reality. Looking down, he saw a pale and hunched figure, it was pulling on his pants, trying to draw his attention. Izuku's own panic made him stay still instead of jumping away from the small creature.

It perceived that he was now focused on its ivory form and gave him what seemed to be a smile before pointing at the stairs.

Izuku was uncertain of what the creature wanted.

"You want me to go there?" He pointed at the construction in front of him.

The creature nodded, and Izuku smiled at how happy it seemed to be, he could barely remember when someone was genuinely happy to talk to him, as since he was four years old, he was shunned by society as an outcast, a pariah, a Deku.

The soft tug in his leg stopped his dark train of thought. Izuku glanced at the creature once again before slowly walking ahead.

He barely climbed the first step when more of the creatures sprung from the ground, making him jump with a startled yelp. He saw at least a dozen of the pale beings, some slight difference aside, they were basically copies of each other.

They were offering something to him, Izuku couldn't see what, as the mist from where they came from obscured the items, except for the wood handles that they were trying to pass to him. Confused but also curious, Izuku grabbed one of the handles and pulled.

Izuku could only stare, in his hand was a curved saw, covered in bandages, but that was not the thing that got Izuku's attention. It was not the sharp edge or the sawed teeth, it was the smell, an aroma that grasped all of his mind and awoke something, something hungry.

After a minute, Izuku got a hold of himself and saw that a note was attached to the bandages, Izuku took the yellowed and dirt paper and carefully lowered the weapon in his hand.

Saw Cleaver:

One of the trick weapons of the workshop, commonly used in the hunting business. This saw, effective at drawing the blood of beasts, transforms into a long cleaver that makes use of centrifugal force.

Izuku was both terrified and intrigued by the content of the note. Giving the weapon a more close inspection, Izuku saw a button on the wooden handle. His curiosity getting the best of him once more, he pressed it and with a satisfying click, the blade of the saw unfolded with a shower of sparks.

The creatures applauded, making Izuku blush, he had actually forgotten about them. Pressing the button again, Izuku turned the weapon back into its more compact form and then used the suspender of his outfit to attach it to his hib.

The white creatures vanished back into the mist, Izuku took that as a sign and started to climb the stars once more. Just a couple steps and another group appeared, this time with two handles, Izuku was both intrigued and concerned of where they got whatever they were offering him.

Taking another handle at random, he pulled, and immediately had to do a double take. In his hand, was a gun, an old one, both in model and wear, as the strong smell of gunpowder attested. Izuku noticed two things, first, there was another note attached to the weapon, second, his sense of smell was sharp, too sharp.

He wouldn't normally be able to smell the compound, specially not as vividly as he was. How could he have suddenly got more accurate senses…

A blood ministration.

Pain.

A dream.

Pain.

Power.

Pain.

You are one of us now.

Izuku felt like his head was split in half then forcibly hammered back together. His knuckles were holding the handle of the gun so hard they turned white. He couldn't breath, it was too much, and in a second, it was over, disappearing like the morning mist.

After a few minutes, Izuku's vision came back into focus, even if pained tears still fell from his eyes. He stopped and breathed, the rhythm helping him to center himself. He felt a tug, one of the creatures was holding the note, which probably had fallen after Izuku's panic attack.

Taking it with a "Thank you", what made the pale being full of apparent happiness. Izuku read the note.

Hunter Blunderbuss

A blunderbuss created at the workshop for the hunters' line of work. Hunter firearms are specially crafted to employ quicksilver bullets fused with the wielder's own blood, boosting damage against beasts.

Izuku paled, not only were the bullets toxic, they were also mixed with blood, his blood. He gagged for a second, what person could possibly conceive the idea of these weapons was completely insane.

The creatures vanished once more. Izuku slowly walked the steps, now afraid of who awaited him. His fear once again made him jump as another one of the beings appeared, this one alone.

It offered him a simple and worn book. Izuku thanked the creature, who vanished with a joyful wave.

Izuku didn't know if reading the book now was a good idea, so he secured it in one of his pockets and climbed the final steps. With a shaky breath, Izuku, clinging to the last of his courage, pushed the door.

It was locked.

With a deadpan, Izuku let out a sigh, he didn't know if it was one relief or annoyance. With one less option Izuku walked down the steps and found a place to sit while reading the book he was given, as it was now his only clue.

Finding an elevated slope, he was about to sit, before noticing that on it was a doll. It's albine complexion only complimented the beauty of the life sized doll. Izuku didn't know why, it could be only his mind playing tricks on him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the doll was looking at him.

Shaking his head, he pulled the book and started to read.

About the hunt.

About the hunters.

About himself.

"ARGH!" A pained scream escaped Izuku's throat. The boy quickly pushed himself back to his feat, just on time to dodge a swipe of the deadly claws that smashed the place he was standing a second ago.

He looked up, and the Cleric Beast looked down at him.

He quickly pulled a molotov from one of the pockets of the Hunter Garb he found in the sewers, something that saved his life a few times only in this battle. Izuku lit the cloth and threw the bottle with all his strength and rage.

He was tired of this damn city, he was tired of these cursed beasts, he was tired of falling into the cold embrace of death only to find himself thrown back into this nightmare of a hunt.

The beast roared in pain when its fur lit up in flames, and doubly so when Izuku used the opportunity to shoot its knee. The best stumbled and fell, and Izuku wouldn't let it rise anymore.

Izuku dashed at the head of the downed giant, with a roar of his own, he plunged his fist into the eye of the beast, forcing the organ aside, pushing deeper, deeper, until his whole arm was inserted on the ocular cavity of the monster. With the last of his fading strength, Izuku gripped what he could, praying that it was something important, and pulled.

The beast gave a last pained whine before falling silent. Izuku, covered in blood, felt the echoes of his foe flowing into him, but he paid little mind to it. He was finally here, now he could find the pale blood and go home, away from this hell.

Izuku reached the gates at the end of the bridge that became the battlefield between hunter and beast, and pushed.

It was locked.

Izuku could feel his heart falling like a corpse. All the pain, all the deaths, for nothing.

He was still here, trapped, stranded in an alien land where monsters lurked in every dark corner. He allowed himself a minute to scream in despair before getting up and start to walk back, his mother was still waiting for him, and he would go back to her, whatever it takes, he would go home.

A lantern in the middle of the bridge got his attention, quickly setting it alight, he was greeted by the recomforting visage of the Messengers raising from the mist, one of them quickly scoping something from the ground and giving it to him, it was some type of badge.

He graciously accepted, as graciously as an extremely awkward teenager could at least. Kneeling in front of the lantern, he reached to it and closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he was back on the Hunter's Dream. The workshop stood in all its decrepit glory, but there was something different, the doll.

It was moving.

It-her, his mother would kill him if she discovered he disrespect someone, got up and walked to him. If she had done that before Izuku dived into the streets of Yharnam he would believe it was only a woman with a mutant quirk, but now he knew better.

There were no quirks here, only blood and death. He tensed, waiting for an attack that, fortunately, never came. She bowed slightly to him, her movements fluid unlike what her appearance might have suggested, "Welcome good hunter."

Izuku, true to his awkward self, fumbled before bowing too, "H-Hello! Uh, who are you?".

Izuku felt the Blood Echos merging with him, the rush almost drowning the feeling of his body forcefully changing, muscles swelling, bones hardening, senses sharpening along his mind. In the end, Izuku opened his eyes and stood up, the first thing he noticed was, "I got tall!" The boy was now at least one meter and seventy-five, his clothes now fitted him and he didn't have to look up that much to look Doll in the eyes.

She chuckled at his outburst and smiled, "Why don't you try your new weapon now?" Izuku nodded and once again tried to lift the slab of rock he left aside. The Kirkhammer seemed a good idea for a weapon, especially with the description note the Messengers gave him.

A trick weapon typically used by Healing Church hunters. On the one side, an easily handled silver sword. On the other, a giant obtuse stone weapon, characterized by a blunt strike and extreme force of impact.

In the end, Izuku underestimate both their definition of giant and his own old enhanced strength. He could decently use the sword, but he couldn't even take the hammer off the ground. Now, with a fluid movement, Izuku thrusted the sword into the opening of the hammer half handle, and with a pull, rested it on his shoulders.

Taking some distance, he gave a few practice swings, his muscles bulged with the strain, but he could still give quite a few attacks before having to stop to retake his breath. Izuku turned to the Doll and smiled below his balaclava, he was awarded with her own smile.

Sheathing his weapons, Izuku started to walk back to her, when he felt the world shift out of focus. It was like all his senses simply got suddenly blurred, he could barely take another step before falling. The Doll's distant voice being the last thing he heard.

Izuku body hit something soft, he couldn't appreciate it though, as the weight of the hammer head in his back was really discomforting. His eyes shot open and he sprung back to his feet, hastily drawing his weapons.

He quickly looked around, and the room he found himself was so familiar at the same time it was strange to him. It was his room, full of hero merch, mainly composed of All Might memorabilia.

The wave of relief that washed him was so strong that Izuku couldn't help but fall on his behind.

He was home.

The thought was enough to bring him to tears. He was about to run out of his room when he saw that he was still on his Hunter Garb. He was filled with a creeping dread as he realized It was real, that hell is real! The hunt and the blood and the death was real.

Izuku was starting to hyperventilate when a knock on his door broke through the haze of his panic, "Izuku, sweetie is almost time for school, get ready while I prepare breakfast." His mother's voice was never so clear to him, with his new hearing he could pick all the love that laced her voice while talking to him.

"O-Okay mom, just, just give me a minute." He got a quick response before the sound of her footsteps reached him. Izuku quickly shed the clothes that even now smelled like blood, turning to his wardrobe, he found the loosest shirt and black pants he had, and while they fit, they cling to his body, and didn't matter what he did, he couldn't button up his gakuran.

"I'll just leave it open." He sighed. Quickly pushing his hunter apparatus (read weapons) to the back of his wardrobe, he took his combat garments and dashed out of the room. Quickly dumping it on the wash machine in the faint hope of getting rid of the smell of death lingering in the fabric.

In a second Izuku was in the living room, just in time to see his mother finishing to set the table, "Izuku, good morning-AHH! Izuku what happened to you?!" Izuku didn't try to answer, instead he reached his mother in a blur of movement, hugging her while breaking into sobs.

She was startled by it, but her motherly instincts won in the end, hugging him back, she tried her best to calm him down while shedding tears of her own. After some minutes and a lot of crying, the two Midoriyas calmed enough to talk.

"Izuku what happened to you? You were not like that yesterday." Inko said while examining her son, he was taller, and he was now muscular enough to fill his large shirts. She was worried for a second that he was taking something he shouldn't, but nothing could have this kind of effect that fast, so the only option left was, "I-Izuku, you have a q-quirk!".

Izuku's brain short-circuited for a second, he was about to correct her when he stopped. He couldn't, he couldn't tell her about Yharnam, the things he saw, the things he did.

"Y-yeah, I think I do." His sobs helped to hide the sound of his voice cracking for having to lie to his mother, the only person that didn't abandon him. The reminder only made the lie more painful and necessary, "We can look at this later, I'll mark an appointment with the doctor, you think you can go to school today?" Inko asked while making sure that Izuku was really okay.

The idea of having to go to school, after everything he suffered in that accursed city, was strangely reassuring. The disgust his classmates and teachers showed to him was nothing compared to the murderous rage of the insane Yharnamites and the bloodlust of the beasts. It was silly, but he couldn't find in himself the part that was scared of a bunch of teenagers anymore, that part of him probably died in the blood soaked streets of Yharnam.

Izuku devoured Inko's cooking with a bestial hunger, his mother's food tasting even better after a night where the only thing that he got to swallow was his own blood.

After another goodbye and bone crushing hug, from Inko, as now Izuku has to be careful to not hurt his mother with his enhanced strength, he was out on the streets and walking to school.

On the way, he found a villain wreaking havoc, but unfortunately, after everything that happened that morning, he had forgotten his notebook. It was one of his various journals where he analyzed heroes and their quirks, he really wanted to have it with him right now.

Izuku felt a tug on his leg, looking down he saw it was only a Messenger…

"Wait, what?" He brought his eyes back down and saw the pale figure looking back at him, one hand tugging on his leg, and another holding his current hero notebook. He runned his panicked glance over the crowd around him, but saw that no one was paying him and the small creature any mind.

Quickly reaching down, he took his journal and said a quick thanks, making the Messenger very happy. Making sure no one saw the exchange, he sighed in relief, before jotting down notes about the battle happening in front of him.

Two things that changed in his stay on Yharnam is that not only he now had a more experienced view of combat, but he also cut his mumbling habit, as not staying silent when making a plan was a invitation for a beast to bite your neck off, and drowning on his own blood was one of the worst ways to die, in Izuku's opinion.

Izuku saw the debut of the new heroine Mt. Lady, but his mind wasn't on it anymore. He was thinking about how he got used to the idea of his own demise after joining the Hunt, it wasn't that much scary after fifty-seven times, yes he kept track. But not only that, he was different after his Blood Ministration, and even more so after killing the Cleric Beast, he couldn't exactly explain, he only felt different.

He stayed lost in thought all the way to his school, when he finally reached Aldera, he couldn't help but notice how unimpressive it was. Before, he always got intimidate by the building and what it meant to him, but now, after seeing the gothic constructions of Yharnam and the monsters that inhabited them, he just felt at peace knowing now that he was there instead of fighting to the death against the blood crazed beasts.

Entering the school, Izuku made his way to his classroom. He noticed some people staring at him, but after his sudden changes, he didn't expect any different.

Hasting his steps, he reached his class. The moment he entered, all noise stopped, Izuku felt various eyes staring at him, ducking his head he quickly made his way to his seat, hoping no one would bother him.

"What a hell, Deku?!" His hopes quickly withered and died, as he was used to. Bakugo Katsuki, his childhood friend turned bully was the first to recompose himself and to no one's surprise, shout at Izuku.

But some superior entity must have felt pity for the green haired boy, as the teacher entered the room, quickly silencing the students. After that Izuku allowed himself to relax, he tuned out his teacher, as he always kept himself ahead of the class to make sure he got good grades, and that way no one could try to sabotage his studies.

Reaching below his desk, Izuku tried to focus on what he wanted, a second later, he felt the old leather cover of one of the books he wanted on his hands. A quick glance showed a Messenger, and that his hypothesis was right, the Messengers could bring Izuku things from Yharnam, as this book was one of the ones in the Hunters Workshop he had wanted to read.

That was frightening, that place was still there, would Izuku be dragged there again? Would he have to suffer the horrors of the Hunt again? Izuku's questions were interrupted by his death honed instincts screaming at him. In a movement that wasn't gracious in any form, but saved him from an explosion anyway, he dodged.

"Deku, you think you can get on UA?! You loser!" Izuku didn't pay the words thrown at him any mind, more focused on the fact he had to tilt his head down to look his bully in the eye now. Fact that said bully noticed, and that only made him more enraged.

However Izuku noticed that the rage that before would make him cower in fear, was nothing compared to the bloodlust conveyed by the eyes of murderous Yharnamites. Bakugo was still shouting at him, but he wasn't listening, Izuku was lost in his mind asking himself what the traumatic stay in Yharnam changed, and what it only opened his eyes to the truth. He didn't have to be scared of a school bully, because he wouldn't ever do anything as bad as even the stray dog of Yharnam.

The teacher's voice brought him back to earth, the blonde bomber didn't look like he had finished whatever he was telling Izuku, but complied anyway. The rest of the day passed on a blur, Izuku barely focusing on what was happening, more focused on himself and what Yharnam twisted about him.

Using the classes to read some of the books about the Blood Ministration and Hunters, Izuku could confirm that whatever they had put in his veins, it altered his genetic composition enough to resemble him to the beasts he was supposed to hunt. It made sense in a way, after all, you need a monster to kill a monster.

The bell rang and Izuku quickly stuffed his things back in his backpack, but he dropped the books of Yharnam origin in the ground, letting the Messengers take them back. He got up just in time to see Bakugo and his minions block his way, "Now Deku, you have no one to save you, so we are going to have a chat." He punctuated the last word with pops from his quirk.

Izuku could feel his fight or flight instincts flaring, so he chose to follow the strategy that he used when he found himself in a difficult situation on the streets of Yharnam, run. In a blur of movement, Izuku jumped over the desks between him and the exit, and then he bolted, running as if he had a whole entourage of Yharnamites on his heels.

He only stopped when he found himself below a dark underpass, breathless but safe, at least for now, 'I have to say, Kacchan is not as bad as a hound of Yharnam, but he still is pretty scary' he chuckled slightly. Recovering, Izuku was about to leave his temporary hideout, when his ears perceived a sound coming from below his feet.

In what he would like to consider a combat roll, but being more of an awkward stumble with a quick recovery, he dodge in time to see the manhole he was standing on shooting up, and a green sludge flowing from it. Before he could realize what he was doing, he grabbed a molotov handed to him by a Messenger, set it alight, and threw it at the disgusting mass in front of him. The thing screamed, the alcohol mixing with its liquid body only kept it burning, when the villain finally recovered, he was met with a stone hammer to the face.

The impact splashed its head area on the wall of the tunnel, and the pain of the hit and the burns pulled the villain to unconsciousness.

Izuku waited for a couple seconds before relaxing, and then the realization of what he did hitted him like a ton of bricks. He stopped a villain, he, alone, stopped a villain that would probably hurt someone if let loose. The weight of what he did and what it meant made breathing difficult, he could be a hero.

Before he could lose himself in the thought, another figure came from the manhole, "DON'T FEAR, BECAUSE I AM…LATE?" The voice was booming, and it matched the figure from where it came perfectly, because standing there was All Might. Izuku's brain fried, but his body remembered the priorities of the situation, "Can I have your autograph?!" He asked while bowing and holding his journal to the hero with one hand while the other held his Kirkhammer.

The man laughed and signed the notebook, but he was also analyzing the scene in front of him. A boy, that couldn't be in high school yet, was armed and he captured the villain that he was chasing.

He had questions but first, "NOW GIVE ME A SECOND TO SECURE THIS EVIL DOER." All Might moved in blur, and in a blink he had a soda bottle full of sludge, "Woah!" Izuku had stars in his eyes, he just saw All Might capture a villain in person!.

The hero laughed at the boy's enthusiasm, "NOW MY BOY, I THANK YOU FOR THE HELP, BUT YOU SHOULDN'T BE STOPPING VILLAINS YET." That remembered Izuku that what he did was considered vigilantism, with a yelp, he dropped his hammer, what felt to the ground like the rock it was. To both of their surprise, the Messengers took the Kirkhammer and dragged it back into the mist.

All Might laughed, even if what he saw gave him a slightly headache, "THAT'S AN INTERESTING QUIRK MY BOY, MAKING WEAPONS FROM MIST IS USEFUL, BUT REMEMBER TO BE CAREFUL WITH IT." Izuku's heart almost stopped when he saw the Messengers, but with what All Might said, he couldn't see them, another question to the pile, but now to more important things.

"A-All Might, I have to ask you something," The hero raised an eyebrow but gave him the go ahead, "Can I be a hero like you?!" He couldn't stop the words that started to come out, even after everything he did, all the blood in his hands, he wanted to be a hero!, "No one ever believed me, no one said I could do it, but I want to be like you, I want to save people, to make them feel safe, to protect them from the horrible things that hide in the dark!".

All Might was surprised by the boy pouring his heart out like that, but the passion in his voice assured him of one thing, "YES MY BOY, I BELIEVE THAT WITH A CONVICTION LIKE THAT, YOU CAN MAKE A FINE HERO, AND YOU ALREADY BEAT THIS OLD MAN TODAY." He laughed, the sound echoing in the tunnel, and Izuku couldn't stop himself from laughing along with him, even if he was sobbing. He was crying, but from the first time in a long time, he was happy, someone believed in him.

The hero gave him a minute to recompose himself before accompanying the boy out of the tunnel, when a wet cough escaped his lips. Izuku was about to ask if he was okay, when the smell reached him.

Blood.

All Might gave a hastily goodbye and crouched to jump, and Izuku, in a mix of concern and recklessness, grabbed the hero's leg.

Toshinori was cursing himself, he barely had time left, but before he could berate himself for losing so much time lost in the sewers, he felt a weight in his leg. Looking down he saw that the boy that defeated the villain that he couldn't had rigged a ride, "YOUNG MAN I LIKE MY FANS SUPPORT BUT THAT'S A LITTLE TO MUCH!".

"Sorry! But you're hurt!" He shouted above the wind roar in their ears. Toshinori nonexistent stomach dropped, the boy knew? How, he was sure that the teenager didn't see the blood on his hand.

Before he could ask, they landed on top of a building. Toshinori was about to try and make an excuse, when his body started to steam, 'No, not yet dammit!'.

Izuku stared as the greatest hero in the world… deflated. A husk of a man was what was in his place, and Izuku would have liked to deny it, but the smell was the same, "A-All Might?".

Toshinori sighed, the cat was out of the bag now, "Yes, it's me kid, sit down, we need to talk."

"Interesting, the boy is trapped here like the rest of us, however at the same time, he is capable of escaping between it's fingers." The old hunter gave a laugh, that small victory against that accursed being was enough to lift his spirits.

"So he is free?" The Doll asked, and someone could mistake her tone for one with hope.

"No, it will drag him here again, the question is, can he repeat the feat?"

Izuku was walking aimlessly on the street, after his talk with All Might, seeing the scar that almost cost the hero's life, he got his view of life changed, again. After his numerous encounters with his end, only to rise again, Izuku became a little desensitized to death. But after seeing that even the strongest in the world could have fallen, and the knowledge that he wouldn't be back made his appreciation for life come back even stronger.

He didn't even know if he could escape death anymore, as far as he knew he was back to have one life, and only one. Did he want to be a hero? The answer was a wholeheartedly yes, but he had to be more careful about it now. He couldn't save anyone if he was dead.

Izuku was brought out of his head by the sound of an explosion, he was in the middle of a crowd, 'Did I subconsciously walk here? Wow I know I'm a fanboy but to go hunting hero fights like this is a whole new level.' He sweat dropped, but using the opportunity presented to him, he made his way to the front of the crowd to analyze the situation.

But he didn't expect the scene before his eyes.

In a second, he moved, his body following the base instinct to save people that even the blood forced into him could not erase.

Toshinori was drowning in his guilt, first he couldn't reach the villain, now he let it escape, what type of hero he was? But now, that wasn't a boy there to do his job.

Like if the universe had heard his thoughts and laughed at him, the boy, the same boy that minutes ago had found his secret, appeared from the middle of the crowd and dashed at the caos happening on the street. While he and the other heroes watched, as the green haired teen ran headfirst into the fire.

In an impressive display, the boy, Midoriya, dodged the hazards in his way and reached the pile of sludge and the middle schooler he took as hostage. Reaching down the boy grabbed a loose stone from the ground and threw it in the villain's eye, making him recoil from pain and letting the hostage breathe.

Midoriya buried his hands on the sludge, and in a feat of strength, pulled the other boy out, they were saying something to each other, but Toshinori was too far to hear. Midoriya then threw the blonde boy to one of the heroes, Death Arms if he wasn't mistaken. The boy was about to make his quick retreat when the villain recovered.

That was enough, even if he had to go past his limit, he wouldn't let a child suffer for his mistakes any longer.

Izuku was finally going home, after being saved by All Might, he got scolded by the heroes for his reckless charge and sent on his way with what wasn't more than a slap on the wrist. He imagined what they would have said if he was still powerless, but that was a question that probably wouldn't have an answer.

He just hoped his mother didn't watch the news today, for both of their sakes. As he chuckled at the amusing thought of his mother flooding their apartment with tears, the sound of heavy footsteps reached his ears, but he had enough for the day. Quickly diving in a sidealley, he saw Bakugo passing his hiding spot.

'Dodged a bullet here.' He sighed, but a hand on his shoulder almost made him jump out of his skin. Turning around with his hammer in hand, he saw that the one behind him was none other than, "All Might?!".

"Yeah kid, sorry for the scare." He said with his hands up in surrender.

"How did you sneak up on me?!" Izuku's senses were much sharper now, so it was a valid question.

"Hey I know how to be sneaky when I want to!" The thought of the wall of muscle that is All Might being sneaky, was something that was both hilarious and inconceivable.

"Ooookay? So you need something? Because if you are still worried about your secret, I promise that I won't tell anyone!" He quickly bowed while dropping his Kirkhammer and letting the Messengers take it.

"Hey kid, calm down, it's not for that that I'm here, I was looking for you because I have an offer for you." His tone became serious, but he was sure, he found the one, both the boy's words and actions that day made it clear.

Izuku reached the door of his room in a daze, the taste of All Might's hair on his mouth still making his stomach churn in protest. Not only did he discover another secret of the hero, but he was accepted as his successor, and he passed his quirk to him! Izuku still didn't believe it, but after everything that happened to him lately, it wasn't actually that weird.

His mother had unfortunately seen the news, and while she didn't flood the apartment, she still cried more than what was probably healthy. She knew Izuku wanted to be a hero, but Inko was his mother and she would always worry about him.

After apologies, reassurances, and even more tears, Izuku was ready to end the day. Crashing on his bed unceremoniously, he let himself be dragged to unconsciousness, what he didn't know, is that he wouldn't stop in a peaceful slumber. No, he would be once again dragged back to the hell he barely escaped, because after all…

A hunter must hunt.

Yes, I give in to temptation and started another fic, oh boy things are going to get complicated. But oh well what can you do? This chapter was edited by Silverbits, who is helping me to navigate the madness that is Bloodborne.

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