This is a bit of an unexpected chapter…but I hope you guys like it. Spoilers for Chapter 336 of My Hero Academia.

Anyways, here's your chapter. Here's the Discord: /cgFmXz3qJ5

The scientific study of heroism is a relatively new area of study in the science of psychology. Researchers have proposed several definitions of what constitutes a hero, but most agree that heroism entails prosocial, altruistic activities involving an element of personal danger or sacrifice. One study published a few years ago in Albedo Vanille's Psychoanalytical Journal suggested that heroes share 12 central features, which are:

Bravery

Conviction

Courage

Determination

Helpful

Honesty

Inspirational

Moral integrity

Protective

Self-sacrifice

Selflessness

Strength

"In all my years on Earth, these qualities have been most apparent in heroes," Albedo wrote. "One could either embody one facet, or could have codes similar to or equal to any of the 12. Heroes move our emotions, inspire awe in us, and cause us to reevaluate how we see the world. You may understand how highly our culture appreciates and adores heroes by just observing the abundance of relevance they possess today. They aren't just heroes because they save lives- they're heroes because they encourage others as well."

Albedo was later asked at a conference- what are the worst traits a hero could have? Regardless of how heroic they were, what could 'make or break' one?

Albedo had to think. "With my work with Plumbers and heroes over the years, I will encounter someone who, from time to time, may be ill fit for his job. They fall under the acronym of 'HOBBLE.' It stands for Hypocritical Overwhelmed Burdensome Bungler Lacking Experience. This is named after someone I worked with. I questioned how they got to that in the first place…and why they were in a situation as dire as this. They're the worst people to be stuck in a crisis with."

"What did this Hobble do?" Someone else asked.

Albedo stared into the distance. "He was the lead commander during the disastrous Ribos Operation."

Everyone shuddered. There was a reason the Ribos Operation had an extensive 8 hour documentary on Youtube and a Netflix miniseries. That mission was a disaster.

With this HOBBLE character in mind, your mind may think this is a chapter about someone within the series who is a HOBBLE. You're probably thinking 'oh, this chapter is going to bash them'. This chapter is going to tear them to shreds. You're going to click off the chapter and read something else now.

But no.

This is not a chapter about Mineta.

This is a chapter about Yuga.

Everyone is born unequal. Yuga realized that at the age of 4. The harsh reality was that he lacked power. The kids in his grade could fly, sprint quickly, or fly, but Yuga could only stand on the sidelines and watch. For a youngster like him, the world appeared colorless. Nothing in his homeland of Paris piqued his interest.

"Mama, Papa…" He asked one day. "Why am I different?"

His parents shared a look. "Well, son. Some people can't eat chocolate, and some are good at whistling. Some people are tall, some are short. People want different things for their birthdays." His mother said. "And sometimes…people are born without powers."

"It's rare, but it happens." His father added. "Neither of us have a power to give to you…"

Yuga looked down at his feet. "Oh."

"But…one day, maybe you'll find one." His father said. "One that will outshine everyone around."

"Find…a power?" Yuga asked.

"There's power in things beyond quirks, dear. Why, I'd say my power is…you." His mom smiled, crouching down to wipe his tears. "You make me feel like I can do anything."

"Then where do I find my power?"

"You'll just have to look hard."

For a while, Yuga was satisfied with that. His parents were too.

I wish I could say Yuga lived a normal life after this, but…this is a chapter of unfortunate events.

When Yuga was little, a very tall and scary man used to come visit his parents. He was never allowed to see the man, but he knew his frame in the door. When his parents put him in his room, he would always listen to the muffled conversations through the door. The man had a smooth, booming voice. Why his parents were so on edge when he came over confused the boy. It couldn't be a landlord, could it? Mom and dad never paid their taxes because they didn't get any. Maybe it was a strict relative or something, and they didn't want Yuga to meet him.

But none of that was true. For a few years, Yuga just accepted that his parents met with this man, and that they were always scared when he came over.

Then, one day, Yuga met the man.

His parents were requested to bring him out of his room, because the man needed his 'assistance' in a matter. Yuga was confused- what situation would require a 4 year old's help? His parents were shaky when they brought Yuga out of his room, holding his hand tightly. Yuga was just confused.

They brought him into the living room, and sat him down on the couch. Yuga remembered the man's appearance- it was ingrained into his mind forever after that day. He was classy, wearing a dark suit over a white collared shirt. He had many strong, imposing features, short white hair, but no matter how hard Yuga tried, he could never remember his face.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Yuga." The man said. His voice was smooth and calming- but it had a hint of venom in it. "I've heard nothing but praises about you from your parents."

"T-that's good…" Yuga said. He was always shy in front of strangers.

"You can call me Mr. One. I'm your parent's boss. I pay for everything they can't. They just need to do some things for me." Mr. One explained.

Yuga hummed. "Really?"

"Indeed. Now- I overheard your parents mentioning you wanted a quirk, right?" Mr. One asked. Yuga's eyes widened. "It seems every child nowadays wants to be a hero. When I was your age, everyone wanted to be a firefighter or a policeman…but those jobs aren't as glamorous when compared to something out of fiction."

"Y-yeah! I want a quirk…c-can you give me one?" Yuga asked. His parents tensed up.

"Of course I can. I can do a lot of things…" Mr. One smiled. "But, I require something in return."

Yuga was bouncing in his seat. "I'll do anything!"

"Then I'll require some of your time. I'll give you a quirk…if you can be 'playmates' with some of the kids from the orphanage I run." Mr. One said.

"Orphanage?" Yuga asked.

"Do you know that word?" Mr. One asked. Yuga shook his head. "It's a home full of children who cannot be cared for by their family for a variety of reasons. These kids are in need of some playmates, because they're all so shy…but, when your parents mentioned how full of light you are, I wondered- could he be the one to help those children?"

Yuga was immediately swayed. "C-could I be their hero?"

Mr. One laughed. "I suppose."

"T-then I'll do it!"

Mr. One looked at his parents. "Mom, dad, any objections?"

His parents shook their heads.

"Then it's done. We'll start next week." Mr. One said.

When Mr. One left soon after, his parents were suddenly all over him. They were hugging and crying- at the time, Yuga thought it was because his dream was about to be given to him by that kind man.

A few years later, Yuga realized why they were really crying.

For the next few months, Yuga would spend a few hours at the orphanage outside of the city. The orphanage had kids from all over, and most of them seemed scared and miserable. All of them shared a similar story- their parents just didn't want them anymore. What a horrible thing to say!

The kid's slowly began to become more and more friendly, much to Yuga's happiness. They'd play all sorts of games together, like tag, cops and robbers, chutes and ladders, playing on the jungle gym, Chutes and Ladders, kickball, stick ball- they had a wide variety of games. To Yuga, it felt like he found his power- to help others in need. This further reinforced his desire to be a hero.

Mr. One would watch from time to time- probably supervising to make sure they didn't hurt each other. Sometimes, at the end of the playdates, he'd call one of the kids over and talk to them. The next time Yuga came to the orphanage and didn't find his friend, he would always ask Mr. One.

Every exchange felt the same.

"Mr. One, where's [insert name here]?"

"Well, I have fantastic news. They were adopted recently / their family took them back. They told me to thank you for doing such a great job."

"O-oh."

"I'm sorry you couldn't say goodbye, but…you always have the memories of your times together."

"I guess…"

And then, Yuga would go back to playing with his friends, but with a slightly less enthusiastic smile.

After a while, more and more kids started to get adopted. By the time Yuga turned five, he was pretty much just going for a weekly playdate with a lone boy. His name was Tsubasa, and he was from Japan. The boy was heavy set, had short hair, but what Yuga found most striking was his red wings. They were so nice and pretty, and he could fly pretty high with them. He couldn't pick up anyone else, though.

Tsubasa was very lonely, since Mr. One was usually busy with other things. He'd usually be left in the care of someone called "Kurogiri", who Yuga never saw. The boy was sad, but he always lit up whenever Yuga came around.

"Hey, Yuga." Tsubasa said, one day while they were on the jungle gym. "Do you ever wonder about the others?"

"Kinda. I wish I could've said goodbye to them." Yuga confessed.

"Yeah, me too." Tsubasa said.

"Huh?"

"Oh! Well, Mr. One said that the kids are usually picked up early in the morning." Tsubasa explained.

"That's a weird time to pick someone up." Yuga frowned. He had a bad feeling in his gut, but he ignored it.

"Yeah…we already know who's gonna be leaving whenever Mr. One calls them over." Tsubasa said. "I…I'm kinda glad I didn't get called yet."

"Why's that?" Yuga asked.

Tsubasa smiled- he always had a nice smile. "Because I spend more time with you."

That was one of the last conversations had Yuga with Tsubasa. A few days later, his grandfather picked him up.

And Yuga's deal was over.

A week later, Mr. One returned to the residence, this time with a more refined appearance. Mr. One was dressed in a black overcoat, a grey suit, and a black tie. He was also wearing a white Panama hat. He was over for dinner.

While his parents cooked in the kitchen, Yuga and Mr. One played a game of checkers. "I remember Tsubasa saying you were quite excellent at this game." Mr. One said, as he moved his first piece . "But he would call me a 'grandmaster'."

Yuga moved his first piece. "Mr. One, what's your power?"

"That's a complicated question," Mr. One said. "I'm sure you've heard the story of the Three Musketeers. And I bet you know the phrase, 'all for one and one for all'?" He moved another piece.

"I do." Yuga nodded. He moved another piece.

"The phrase is one of my favorites- it means 'All the people in a group support each other, and each person in the group promises to support each other.' That's my power does." Mr. One explained, as he double jumped through Yuga's pieces. "I give people my power, and they give me theirs."

A power that gives powers? I've never heard of that. Yuga thought, as he carefully chose his next move. He moved one another of his pieces to the left.

"Everyone is so cooperative in my world- it helps with what I want down the line." Mr. One said. "I'm still chasing my dream like you."

"What is your dream?" Yuga asked, tilting his head.

"When quirks first appeared, everything was a mess. But as time passed, it became "the new normal." Why does the world feel normal when it is so strange? Why can't we control ourselves freely? Why can't the average man gain forward or seek better jobs with their powers? Shouldn't healers help the poor? Why does the world refuse these things?" Mr. One said, as he kinged his one piece. "I want a world where everyone can use their abilities to their heart's content."

Yuga clicked with that idea. "That sounds beautiful."

"I hope it will be." Mr. One said.

Soon after, they had their dinner. Yuga's mom had cooked cognac-Dijon-cream-sauce lamb chops with croissants and profiteroles, something Mr. One appreciated very much.

"Vernard, Misa…you really didn't have to cook a meal in my honor," Mr. One said. "We're here to celebrate Yuga."

"I...I insisted we make you this meal." Yuga's father said. "We weren't sure you would like Yuga's favorite meal of…mac and cheese."

The older man blinked.

"Fair enough." He agreed. "But, Yuga, I have a question. Which kind of power do you like better, one that stands out or one that isn't as clear?"

Yuga didn't think twice before giving an answer. "An absolutely stellar one!"

Mr. One nodded. "I should have figured it out. Well, eat your food, and I'll give you your power after that."

Yuga and Mr. One ate their meals like nothing was wrong, but his parent's plates went untouched. Their eyes were watching the pair like a pair of vultures circling a meal. Mr. One seemed to find that funny.

And then, the moment came. Mr. One led Yuga outside, and rubbed his hands together. His parents watched from afar, holding each other close.

"Okay, Yuga, you need to understand. At first, your power may feel strange... I'd suggest going to the hospital if it hurts." He explained. "I've never given someone so young a piece of my power..."

That was a lie, Yuga would learn later down the line.

He placed his hands on Yuga's head, and began to use his power on the young boy. Yuga winced because he sensed pressure. Mr. One prevented his parents from approaching when they noticed that. Yuga soon felt this weird, alien pressure building up in his stomach. It felt like his organs were on fire-

Yuga soon fell to the ground, and the older man hummed. "Sorry. This was the brightest and flashiest one I had." But his tone sounded insincere. Yuga began to breathe heavily, as his navel started to glow.

"Inside you is a laser- a coherent and concentrated beam made of photons. To simplify, it creates a flashy beam of powerful light. It concentrates through your navel." Mr. One said. "It used to belong to someone who didn't want it, so, I took it off their hands. I've never used it." He adjusted his tie.

"But maybe you'll get some use from it."

That was the last time young Yuga saw Mr. One. The rest of the night was a blur.

Yuga's powers were explained better by someone at the hospital. The energy for the laser was building up around his small intestine. A majority of people who could produce energy would develop a 'valve' to control the flow of the energy, but Yuga 'mysteriously' was missing that.

Yuga was bedridden for a good month after this. The doctor's best treatment at the time was a specialized blanket that had to be on him when in bed. The blanket had an anti-reflective layer providing some wave-cancellation effects with a highly reflective layer underneath.

Yuga didn't understand it, and neither did the writer who looked up 'what stops lasers'.

The treatment wasn't very effective. When his laser was 'stable', Aoyoma felt like he had a slight tummy ache. At the worst moments, the beam made his stomach feel like appendicitis or a hernia. It was constant agony, and the pain made the boy wonder if maybe Mr. One was a bad person.

No, He thought. He wanted good things for the future- he said that this power was the only one that could fit me! I…I want to stand out!

Poor Yuga couldn't realize that Mr. One was using him. Children are innocent about that sort of thing.

The Navel Laser quirk manifested physically as an umbilical hernia, or a swollen belly button. At the aforementioned worst moments, it would be 'leaking'. It was a disgusting sight, a disgusting smell and I'm just going to stop TYPING, because it's just gross to even think about.

A month later, Yuga was gifted with something that finally got him out of bed. The doctors had worked with multiple physicists and I-Island consultants to perfect a device that could act as an 'outer' valve for his stomach. The valve could focus like a camera lens, and the glass had some ruby quartz material that painlessly reflected his beams, allowing a sense of alleviation.

Putting it on made Yuga feel 10x better than he was the day before. His parents forbade him to use his quirk for a few months after, due to the pain it caused him. Yuga was only slightly disappointed, but understood well enough.

When elementary school rolled around, Yuga began to test out his quirk in his physical education class. That's where most kids got the 'basics' of how their quirks worked. The belt made his beam into an incredible blast of energy, but it often blew Yuga backwards. Maybe Mr. One had his best interests in mind- this was an unexpectedly strong quirk.

By the end of first grade, Yuga had learned the best way to prevent himself from being blown backwards. By posing with his arms behind his head while firing beams, he could support himself and stand his ground. That was good- but then came another problem. The Navel Laser quirk gave Yuga something akin to Zollinger-Ellison syndrome. It was a rare digestive disorder that results in too much gastric acid.

And I won't get into the other details of what happened. Yuga never learned how to stop it, but he got really good at holding it in.

Everyone around him liked his flashy quirk. In spite of the pain, the quirk was praised for its power, speed and how pretty the lights were. It even made a unique sound- 'THOOM'. It helped Yuga adjust and cope with his situation.

…of course, as we've learned with Bakugou, the more you fuel a person's ego and power, the more prideful they become. By the time Aoyoma turned ten, he was very, very vain, exhibited extremely flamboyant mannerisms and liked to grab the attention of those around him. As time went on, this led to him frequently getting ignored by his peers.

Be glad we don't have a french Bakugou.

When Yuga turned ten, his parents announced they were moving to Japan. Mr. One had gotten in an 'accident', and was forced to conduct his business from the country from then on. Yuga didn't mind- they had some of his mom's family in Japan, and he rarely got to see them. He was sad to say goodbye to his classmates, but…as the French say, 'c'est la vie.'

Yuga started to work more and more on his quirk during his early teens. Despite all the awkwardness of puberty and struggles with his quirk, he continued to grow. He found an admittedly creative way to utilize his quirk- When he had to get around a barrier or make an escape, he used the recoil of the beams to propel himself a great distance away from the danger. This helps with his mobility to some amount, but it wasn't a perfect answer. Because the Quirk's inherent limits prevent him from keeping it active for extended periods of time, this prevents him from moving around as freely.

But, still. He was positive he'd make it into a hero school.

When Yuga had just turned 14, he got a call from Mr. One.

When he was on his way home from school (Camelot International School in Tokyo), he got a call from an unknown number on his phone. Yuga would've ignored it, but…there was something telling him to pick it up. Yuga pressed the talk button, and held it up to his ear.

"Hello, Yuga."

The voice sent a chill down his spine.

"M-mr. One. Hello." Yuga greeted, looking around. He half expected to see Mr. One standing in the crowd, like a scene out of a movie.

"It's been too long- how about you and I have a chat?" He asked. "Just follow my directions, and you'll be at my place."

Yuga paused. "...okay," He said.

Yuga followed his directions- left, right, straight, left, left…and down an alley. Yuga noticed how far he was from anyone else. That waved a lot of red flags.

"You're in the alley now, correct?" Mr. One's voice asked.

"Yes." Yuga nodded, feeling sick.

"Okay."

And then he hung up.

Yuga felt like he'd been punked, but a dark purple cloud suddenly appeared before him. Someone stepped out of the cloud.

"Yuga Aoyoma?" Kurogiri asked.

Yuga nodded.

"Follow me."

Kurogiri stepped back into the cloud, and Yuga followed. He stepped into a bar, and a seedy one too. There weren't any other patrons.

"Wait here." Kurogiri said. "There's a plate of cookies on the table, with a glass of milk. Help yourself."

Kurogiri walked through the cloud again, and Yuga sat at the bar. He did have one or two of the cookies. They were pretty good. Didn't make this situation better, but it's always nice to have some cookies.

Soon, Kurogiri returned, with someone in tow.

"Hello, Yuga." That someone said. Yuga recognized the voice immediately.

Mr. One has changed since Yuga last saw him; he still wore suits but sported a terrifying mask. The skull-like gas mask was navy blue with angular tubes at the top, a wide collar-like life-support system around his neck with front and back pipes to assist him breathe.

"I apologize for my appearance. Time has not been kind to me, unfortunately." Mr. One sighed. "But, look at you. You've become such a handsome young man…"

Yuga gulped. "T-thank you, sir. If you don't mind me asking, what's…all this about?"

"It seems I have another mission for you," The older man coughed. "And a birthday gift. But we'll get to the mission at hand. You're going to high school next year, yes? It'd be a shame if you dropped out of school."

"Y-yes. I'm hoping to go to Ketsubetsu or even go out of the country to Académie d'entraînement." Yuga said.

"Those schools are full of wasted potential." Mr. One said, throwing his hand up in disgust. "There's only one school that truly shapes the hero you want to be. UA High."

"U-UA?" Yuga repeated. "Mr. One, that's…the top academy. I couldn't get in there, especially with my grades."

"That school doesn't care about your intelligence- it cares about potential. It works to shape that more than anything." Mr. One explained. "I admire your determination- you took the best of my quirk, and in spite of your disabilities, you managed to find a way to make it work."

"...so, you want me to go to UA?" Yuga asked.

"Want? No. You're going to UA." Mr. One laughed. "Don't worry about the written portion. Focus all your attention into quirk development."

"But…why?"

"...there's a rumor floating around." The masked man said. "That All Might may be a teacher at UA next year."

"A-all Might!?" Yuga gasped.

"Yes, yes, the very one…" Mr. One nodded. "...he's the one that did this to me."

That oh so casual delivery suddenly made Yuga realize who Mr. One really was.

"Y-you're a villain." Yuga stammered, feeling suddenly in danger.

"A villain? No. That word has been tarnished by the society of today. You remember my dream, don't you?" All for One asked.

"Y-yes."

"Well, there's a part I left out- I feared you wouldn't understand it when you were younger." All for One went on. "It's too simplistic to call a nasty person a villain without defining one. A hero combines will and quirk to form firm resolve. If a violent quirk breaks a person's strong will, or if their violent will makes their quirk out of control, that creates a villain. I'm the arbiter in that situation- I have the power to either break someone's will or break their quirk, which lets me turn anyone into something."

"Meaning?"

"I want to control the world's quirk. Quirks will control how people live, and that's not right. No one will be able to control Quirks once they become too powerful and complicated. Enter me, the one above all. Only one person can govern the ungovernable..." All for One said. "But All Might disagrees. He wants them to keep sparking out of control, which is very bad for humanity's future. And he brands me as 'a villain' because of my dream."

Yuga hesitated to answer.

"I won't ask you to dispose of him. You're a child, and I shouldn't ask you to spill blood for me. That's wrong." All for One said. "I just want you to watch him. See what he does. And occasionally, I may ask for…other things. Am I clear?

Yuga nodded. "I…I understand."

All for One clapped. "Excellent. Once again, I'm proud…so, allow me to give this to you."

Kurogiri put a suitcase on the table. Yuga looked up at him, and back down on the table. He opened the suitcase to see…a costume.

"I took the liberty of having one of my tailors make you a suit." The villain said. "He called it gaudy, but a young hero needs a suit." It was a suit of metallic lavender and golden armor- which would later become a part of his costume at UA.

Yuga quietly admired the suit, before putting it back in the case. "...Mr. One. I won't let you down."

"Of course you won't." Mr. One said, putting his hand on Yuga's head. Kurogiri made a portal for the boy, leading back to his home. "We'll be in contact soon enough. Keep up on your school studies."

Yuga nodded, and turned to the portal.

He hoped that Mr. One didn't hear his soft sobs.