"How has your training of Mr. Midoriya been going, Aizawa?" Nedzu asked as he sipped on his teacup of jasmine tea. Everyone else, sans All Might who got chocolate milk, had coffee. They were in the principal's office of UA, they being Nedzu (as mentioned priorly), Aizawa, All Might, Tsukauchi, and Recovery Girl, all of whom were sitting down.

"He shows promise, both physically and intellectually," Shouta answered. "He doesn't complain and is always eager to please, almost impulsively so."

"That's good. Very good. How about the quirk madness he's been suffering from?"

"Whatever Recovery Girl gave him did the trick. The kid says it's barely even a whisper without caffeine, so it's definitely helped."

"Excellent," Nedzu said as he typed down the responses of his trusted colleague, taking a sip of the cooling jasmine tea. "We need to do some basic medical evaluations next time he's on-campus, which is tomorrow, correct?"

"He'll be here, don't worry," Aizawa assured, wanting to kick back and relax in his sleeping bag but he had to be here.

Whatever, right?

"If I may, I still don't like how we did things, dearies," Recovery Girl voiced her concerns. "I mean, when we did the test to see if he had multiple quirks…what Aizawa did was medical malpractice at best and—"

"It was necessary, Chiyo," All Might interrupted. "It was needed to make sure the criminal—I mean, Young Midoriya stayed put if he went off the rails."

Everyone besides All Might collectively groaned at the blatant distrust and hatred of the blond pro hero towards Aizawa's charge.

"Let's address the elephant in the room: Why are you so prejudiced against the problem child, All Might?"

The room was silent as the blond pro hero sighed deeply, his face growing melancholy. "All for One killed my mentor, the person who was like a mother to me. All for One and his evil quirk has tormented me and the world for a long, long time, Aizawa, longer than you should know. Seeing that someone has the same quirk as my former arch nemesis is…distressing. Seeing him combine quirks is even more horrifying, as the last time I saw quirks be combined was when the bastard killed Nana."

Shouta filed away the name "Nana" away to search later, if he felt like it. "All Might, I get where you're coming from, but you can't project your feelings to the young man," Aizawa lectured before he got a bright idea, "How about you train him for a day?"

"Pardon?"

"Take over his training for a day, see what he's like and stuff like that."

"That's an excellent idea, Aizawa!" Nedzu agreed.

"I do believe that may negate some of his innate hatred for the poor lad, dearies."

"I agree as well," the detective said.

"I…uh, okay?" All Might agreed hesitantly before saying in much more confident voice, "Okay. I'll train him for a day," he declared before Recovery Girl whispered in his ear, him humming and agreeing before re-declaring, "On second thought, I'd like to have my manager Yagi handle it."

"Shouldn't it be you, All Might, who should be training him? I doubt Yagi knows anything about fighting or how to take a punch," Eraserhead easily dismissed, as the manager was as thin as a toothpick, looking like he never fought a day in his life. "And you shouldn't dump something this important on your coworker, even if they're your manager, it's not nice."

"Since when have you cared whether or not someone was nice, Aizawa?" Tsukauchi asked as he nudged his friend playfully.

"Hmm, fair point. I guess it's fine, as long as All Might gets over the problem child's similarities to the original AFO then I'm fine with it," Shouta flip-flopped immediately.

"Speaking about All for One, or AFO as you've been calling it, Aizawa, what did you need to tell me about it?" Nedzu asked, a curious look on his furry face.

"Oh, that? Yesterday…or was it today?" the tired pro thought aloud before shrugging, "The other day," he decided on, "I asked the problem child some questions about how his quirk works."

"Do tell."

"I'm getting to it. Anyways, we discovered some things. One, he has no holes in his hands like the original All for One, suggesting he takes quirks differently than the original. Second, he sees quirks as strings. To elaborate, if he touches you he can visualize someone's quirk as a floating string, it having a color and 'texture' to them. Mine is apparently black and red."

"How interesting! Please go on," Nedzu requested, a feral grin on his face.

"Another thing is that most people can accommodate two quirks in their bodies, with some lucky people being able to handle three, provided they're healthy and suitable for the quirk. The kid demonstrated this on me by giving me an extra quirk for a bit."

"The crim—sorry, Young Midoriya gave you an extra quirk of his own volition?" All Might confusedly repeated. "The original All for One would have never have done that…" he muttered quietly enough so no one heard him.

"Yes, and though I didn't say it at the time it was, admittedly, pretty cool to have an extra power," Aizawa revealed.

"What was it like having an extra quirk?" the detective quizzed him, wanting to know.

"It was like having a new limb: Now there but not foreign, at least to me. Activating the quirk, which was Metal Knuckles by the way, was like blinking your eyes; it wasn't hard to activate and felt natural for the time I had it."

"I wonder, since Young Midoriya can give people an extra quirk or two, if this could improve the heroes we have currently, dearies," Recovery Girl pondered aloud. "Think about it: What if Endeavor had an extra quirk that cooled him down physically? It would remove his current struggles, that being overheating and such, and would make him into a even bigger powerhouse."

"That's an idea, but would it be wise to power up any hero? What if they go rogue, do we take the quirk back?" Tsukauchi questioned, chewing on the end of a pen that he brought with him.

"Hypothetically," the chimera began, "if we managed to give extra quirks to pre-established pro heroes they'd need to be vetted by professionals and perhaps a board of directors for situations just like this." Nedzu's face soured as he thought of something, "I can imagine it now: A whole new side of the HPSC that does a case by case basis of each hero and approves/disapproves of them getting another quirk. The horror," the stout-like principal shivered dramatically.

"Yeah, let's not do that for the time being," Aizawa drawled out, taking out a jelly pouch and slurping on it.

"All of that was hypothetical, but somewhat plausible," Nedzu said, "Of course we'd have to get Mr. Midoriya to agree to it in the first place, so there's no point in even thinking of doing it at the moment."

"That's good and all, but I need to get going soon," Tsukauchi said suddenly as he looked at his watch, stopping his chewing of his pen. "Anyone want to say anything before I go?"

No one said anything.

"Okay, I'm off," the detective bid farewell as he left, leaving the rest behind.

Soon after it was decided by Nedzu that the meeting was adjourned, and everyone left to do their duties.

"Um, who are you? I was supposed to meet Aizawa-sensei here…" Midoriya said unsuredly, standing in front of an emaciated blond haired man who was wearing baggy clothing, almost excessively so. Izuku and the mystery man were in the private gym that Eraserhead brought him to every day after school, which was even more odd as the mystery man certainly didn't look like a pro hero or like the exclusive clientele that the gym normally let in.

"Hello, Young Midoriya," the blond greeted. "My name is Yagi Toshinori, the manager of All Might himself," he introduced.

"Oh! I didn't know All Might had a manager! I used to be such of a fan of him."

Yagi swallowed nervously. "'Used to be?'"

"Well, I met the man and he was very fearful of me because of my new quirk. He acted hostile to me and everything."

Toshinori smiled sadly as he said, "I'm sure All Might had his reasons. Your quirk is an international secret/danger, you know."

"So you know about…"

"Yes, I know you have All for One. Everything All Might knows I know, and vice versa. Aizawa thought it'd be a good idea for me to train you today so that All Might gets over his 'prejudice,'" he air-quoted. "All Might trusts me unfailingly, so whatever you do today will be told to the man himself verbatim, understand?"

"Yes, sir. Aizawa-sensei usually starts us off with five mile run," Izuku said.

"Then do that, young man. I'll be watching close by, don't worry," Yagi told the lad.

Over the course of three hours Toshinori learned a lot about Midoriya, physically-wise. He learned that the greenette was hardworking and tenacious, always trying to push himself. He handled the treadmill like a fish to water, clearly used to running in some capacity. The weight lifting was amusing, as Midoriya had to settle for six pound dumbbells.

When they got to the part where they sparred that was when things went awry.

"I want you to…combine your quirks together," Yagi hesitantly instructed, hating the idea. "Get comfortable with them, that sort of thing. Don't worry about being found out, I made sure the cameras are off and the staff occupied."

"Okay, sir! I think I got an idea."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, just watch!" Midoriya said before crouching down, spawning both a shield and an attached drill on his butt. He then sat down on the floor, balancing himself on the drill. He then formed hexagonal shields all over himself before moving himself like a speeding top around the boxing ring, bouncing off the ropes.

The supermove was kinda meh, in Yagi's opinion. Young Midoriya could've done better if he did it while standing; the fact that he sat down and did it was a bit lazy.

"That was ineffectual," Midoriya noted while muttering. "Doing it on my feet is way more controllable and allows for offensive capabilities, as well as defensive ones. That supermove should be reserved for when I can't get up immediately in a fight, but…"

Toshinori shivered at the analysis that the young man was doing. The original All for One didn't do that, but he did improve from each time he's fought an individual One for All user. Who's to say the new All for One wouldn't do the same?

"I can see your face, you know," Izuku reminded the older man, a resigned look on his face. "You're thinking that I'm a villain, aren't you? Just like All Might."

Yagi tried to save face, "No, not at all!" he lied shamelessly.

Midoriya scrutinized the blond's face before shaking his head, "You do, sir. It's okay, I have a scary quirk and we both know it."

"You know, Aizawa thinks that the quirk isn't scary, only the individual."

"And yet you don't believe that, do you?" Izuku scrutinized before holding out a hand, as if wanting to do a handshake. "Take my hand."

"I'm sorry?" Yagi asked, confused and very hesitant to do so. What if this child could steal One for All from him, unlike the original All for One who couldn't? He'd be truly and utterly fucked if the criminal/child did that.

"If my quirk isn't scary you shouldn't be scared to shake my hand," Midoriya explained his logic. "I won't take whatever quirk you have, I promise."

"I…uh…" the blond man stuttered out.

Izuku retracted his hand and sighed even louder. He opened his mouth to say something before deciding it wasn't worth it, closing his mouth soon after. "See you, sir," he farewelled and left the man alone, leaving the private gym shortly thereafter.

"Say 'ah,' dearie."

"Ahh," Midoriya did as instructed, lolling out his tongue as a flat stick was pressed against it. A small flashlight was shined in the back of his throat, analyzing it in detail before Recovery Girl stopped.

"Can you please take off your shirt and pants, young man? I need to evaluate your physical body, dearie."

"Um, can we not?" Izuku asked hopefully.

"Why not, sweetie?" his mother asked him, sitting down nearby, purse in her hands. "I'm sure that Recovery Girl is going to be all medical-like and professional, right?"

"Why of course, Mrs. Midoriya. Come along, dearie, I need to reopen the nurse's room soon," Shuzenji encouraged.

With a gulp Mr. Midoriya took off his pants followed by his shirt, getting gasps as he did the latter. There were a whole litany of burn marks on Midoriya's person, especially on the torso portion, each one shaped curiously like a handprint.

"Oh my goodness! Are those burn marks?!" Inko exclaimed as she got up from her seat to check over her baby boy.

Recovery Girl shook her head and put on a professional poker face as she got up close and personal with Izuku. "Subject appears to have hand-shaped burn marks littering his body, and one very recent one on his left shoulder, judging by the skin and inflammation," she muttered to herself. "Dearie, who did this to you?" Chiyo asked in a normal tone of voice.

It was silent in the room for all of ten seconds before Mr. Midoriya muttered out, "…I can't tell you."

"Can't or won't?" Recovery Girl challenged, wanting to know.

"If I tell you he won't be a hero," he alluded to.

That's when everything clicked for Midoriya Inko, her eyes widening by a comical degree as she realized who did this.

"Katsuki!" Inko seethed, her hands turning into fists as she shook menacingly.

"Who?"

"Izuku's childhood friend. He has the power to make explosions with his hands," the mother explained quickly. Nearby her small items, such as pencils and a clock, began floating upward and toward Inko, clearly showing that her quirk was acting up due to her anger.

"Please be careful, Mrs. Midoriya, but that would explain the hand-shaped burn marks," Chiyo nodded to herself. "But what kind of childhood friend would do this? And to such an extent…" she tutted, disapproving.

"It's not as bad as it looks," he tried to defend Kacchan. "It doesn't hurt anymore, I swear!"

Suddenly a camera flash went off from Inko's phone that was pointed at her son. She then hurriedly sent the picture to her best friend Bakugo Mitsuki before then saying, "Baby, why did he do this to you?"

Izuku twiddled his thumbs together, clearly uncomfortable at the moment. "Ever since he found I was quirkless he's been bullying me, Mom."

"Since you were four?!"

"Yeah? I mean, yeah, ever since I was previously diagnosed as quirkless. The newest one was when the teacher announced that I was going to UA. Kacchan—"

"Don't call him that, Izuku," Inko interrupted. "He's no friend of yours for what he did to you, so I don't ever want to hear you say that term of endearment ever again," his mom ordered, a rarity since his mother asked so little of him.

"Okay, Mom. When, uh, Katsuki," the name felt alien on his tongue, "found out I wanted to go to UA he laid a hand on my left shoulder, burning through the uniform and my skin. Ironically enough, this was also the day I discovered I had a quirk."

Recovery Girl wrote down patiently on her medical report about all of this, nodding all the while. "What's his full name? We need to report him for illegal quirk use and assault on a minor."

"His full name is—" his mother began.

"No, Mom! He won't become a hero if we report him!" Izuku interrupted hastily, putting his pants and shirt back on.

"He's no hero for what he did to you, dearie. For what he did to you it sounds like he shouldn't be a hero at all," Chiyo noted.

"Izuku, Katsuki shouldn't become a hero for hurting you all these years. Why are you defending him?" his mom asked in a calm, collected voice that betrayed her face, which was blistering with rage.

"It's because Katsuki's quirk is powerful and useful enough for him to become a top ten hero."

"That doesn't answer my question, sweetie. Why, after him assaulting you and bullying you, are you defending him?"

"I-I don't know…he keeps saying he's going to go pro, and he also has the quirk to match it, but I don't know why I'm defending him…" Midoriya gave up, finally noticing all the flaws of Katsuki.

His abrasiveness.

His crass.

His inferiority and superiority complex.

Things that any normal person would see, Izuku hadn't until now.

"Recovery Girl, his full name is Bakugo Katsuki. He goes to the same middle school as my baby boy."

"Excellent. I'll forward this information to Nedzu promptly. Beside that, Mr. Midoriya has a clean bill of health, dearies. No throat infections, optimal average temperature, all the works," Chiyo said as she put away her medical equipment. "Dearie, do you want to see if my quirk will help heal you?"

Izuku looked to his mom, who nodded, as he said, "Sure, why not?"

Recovery Girl's lips stretched from her mouth and reached out and kissed his forehead for a solid five seconds. She then retracted her lips, it going back to normal as the three of them waited for the quirk to kick in. After some time passed Mr. Midoriya was bathed in a green light, the burn marks on his body healing and disappearing mostly from view, but still ever present if one looked closely.

"Thanks," the young man weakly thanked as he clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling better than ever while also feeling drained as if he ran for a long, long time.

"No problem, dearie. It's my job, after all."