Yavin Street, number 4 – Green Cloud Restaurant -

Things were still operating as normal in the famous Gourmet Street of the city, every Restaurant in there was bustling with activity under the constant assault of customers, either local, from nearby prefectures or even Tourists from all over the world that happened to pass-by when visiting that part of the city.

One of said Restaurants, residing close to the entrance of the street, in a prime position, was the curious and small Green Cloud Restaurant, appeared out of nowhere and rapidly making a name for itself thanks to the lone and young talented Chef working there, luckily the young man was overly-friendly, thus making sure that except few rare cases, the other Restaurant Owners left him do his job undisturbed.

Although, unknown to everybody, various eyes were keeping tabs on the Restaurant for different reasons...

One of the traffic cameras for example had recently started sharing its footage with a small squad of observers in a secret Lab in an isolated island not too far away.

I-Island – Lab 17 –

"Hawkeye , the Restaurant seems to be in perfect order, can you confirm?" one of the guys of the four-men Team keeping tabs and studying Izuku from afar, asked.

" This is Hawkeye 1, nothing out of the ordinary. Some guys were harassing a table of girls, but the robot guard of the place placated the situation. The Stripped Morons have safely landed inside the garbage truck that was emptying the bins at the opposite side of the street. They are unharmed, just a bit humiliated. " one of the field agents masquerading as a jogger answered while pretending to fix her shoelaces.

" This is Hawkeye 2 and 3, nothing to signal from our station either. We still can't use our Quirks and microphone to hear what is being said inside, but by reading their lips I can tell nothing is out of ordinary. Subject 37's mannerism has finally relaxed. As we suspected he somehow learned of the USJ attack and got worried. He is fine now. " Another agent said he and his pal were looking straight at the Restaurant from their secret base in a room of the flat above the restaurant in front of Izuku's, they had set-up several cameras by the windows of the apartment and pointed them straight at the Young Chef.

"Good. Keep us informed regularly and be ready to intervene should something happen, in the meantime we will try to understand what is stopping Quirks from working on the Restaurant and its Chef." the old man at the head of the small Team, and Hisashi's Boss, answered with a pleased nod.

" Yessir!"

But they were not the only ones interested in the place.

Across the street from the Restaurant -

"Found the dog. " an old lady said to a hidden microphone while sitting on a bench giving her full view inside the store.

" Does it match the description? " Kurogiri asked from the other side of the small transmitter.

"A big dog resembling an overgrown pitbull with a pot belly. I heard the Chef working there call it Blackie as you said was the thing's name. But besides eating or sleeping, it never seems to leave its sleeping spot next to the door. I only ever saw it waking-up to eat the guy's noodles." the old lady answered.

" You can hear a pin drop from two hundred meters away thanks to your Quirk, are you sure that dog NEVER talked? " Kurogiri asked.

"I am damn sure, I have not heard anything from it ever since I started spying on it. I have been using my echolocation powers to cover for my lack of eyes my entire life thanks to the detailed picture soundwaves draw in my mind, I can even tell apart and recognize the specific heartbeat of my target even if they hide in the middle of a crowd...And that dog has never, ever, uttered a word. It just keeps huffing and woofing like a normal dog does. Are you sure it is the right one?"

" We got a picture of it sleeping in front of that store, and even Shigaraki is sure it is the one that attacked him." Kurogiri answered, remembering with a grimace the shrieks the still bed-ridden young man released once seen the dog's picture.

Boy, was it an awkward meeting he and the others had with their Boss, the Legendary Villain All for One, right after Shigaraki awoke! There were no good ways to explain how a DOG completely fucked-up a simple Mission like their Raid against the USJ in such a grandiose way the Boss' Pet Project was now a blubbering mess crying about mean Moderators. All for One was obviously NOT amused.

"Well, I heard the Chef was out of the Restaurant during our USJ mission, Ingredients Hunting I was told, it was written on the door as well, apparently. Everybody was certain he had left the dog behind, and a few actually saw it do the warp thing way after the Chef had left, and come back after the guy had returned." the old lady said.

" Has anybody ever heard the dog talk? "

"I tried asking around. Nobody here ever saw that thing do anything besides eating and sleeping...Or growl menacingly at a few troublemakers."

" ...Keep monitoring that dog. We need to see when to strike to capture both Dog and Owner. " Kurogiri ordered right before closing the call, it was almost time to change Shigaraki's diaper and the Nomu was anxiously counting the days before his charge's lower half would heal enough to no longer require such ' Services' .

"Understood...Even if I don't get it why you guys are finding a stupid dog that interesting." the old lady answered, annoyed.

Unknown to her, Blackie heard everything she said and was now silently glaring at her without raising his head from the ground.

" A weak Bad Guy Wannabe like y ou dares to insult dogs in front of this Lord? Fool." the Lord Dog thought in mild fury before taking-in a tiny breath.

"Woof!"

It was near-silent, almost ultrasonic in nature, but that tiny wisp of sound generated by Blackie's tiny, and kind of adorable, woof traveled at high speed all the way to the Villain spy and assaulted her fully. Nobody else heard it or noticed the dog's movements at all, it all was too sudden and fast for them to catch it, even for the ones actually spying on Izuku.

And with a small ripping sound, that woof blasted the woman's eardrums to shreds and immediately turned her completely deaf; nobody else heard it, but they all heard the scream of anguish and pain the woman released once her ears started bleeding profusely.

" KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !" the Villain shrieked again and again while stumbling away, now truly blind thanks to the lack of echolocation her Quirk gifted her with.

"W-What happened?!" Izuku was seen exiting his Restaurant, like many other Chefs and Owners from theirs, to see the poor old lady being helped away by a few bystanders towards a member of the Police Force that was already calling for an ambulance.

"Seems like she is having a panic attack, a bad one." The Chef of the Restaurant next to Izuku's tried guessing.

"Poor lady, I hope she will get better soon then, I know how hard Panic Attacks can be to deal with." the young man admitted with a sigh before returning inside his Restaurant to finish cooking and reassuring his Customers nothing too outrageous happened.

Not too far away – Parking Lot -

An unassuming car was just in that moment being parked in the parking lot close to the restaurant, right next to a more expensive one from which nobody had dismounted yet.

From the first car came out a man with disheveled hair and shadow of a beard, a man with stylish blond hair and a woman with long purplish hair; from the second car that had been waiting for them came out a tall man in business suit and sharp glasses and a more lanky, skeletal man with a wild mane of blond hair and a too-wide white shirt over cheap cargo pants.

"Sorry if we are late, had to make sure the kids got acclimated well with the new Campus Cementoss is building." Aizawa declared with a sigh.

"For a rush job, it's as much a Nuclear Bunker as he could make it without making it TOO OBVIOUS , to not scare the students further." Nemuri added.

"Even after a week they are still shaken, for obvious reasons," Mic added, sighing.

"Except for the Yaoyorozu girl, she has already recovered. And I have an inkling as to why!" Nemuri answered with a conspiratorial smirk.

"I remind you this is not a friendly outing, we are actually here with a mission: to ascertain if the Chef is a menace or not. Please refrain from ringing wedding bells until we are sure he is just unaware of what his Sponsor really is, instead of an accomplice of theirs." Nighteye chided them.

"Rival Villain Organization or not, that guy's Dog had been a life-saver, so at least for now, I want to give him a thank you. Then we'll see." Aizawa answered, grunting, before walking alone towards the Restaurant.

"Wait for us, grumpy!" Nemuri and Mic answered at the same time while chasing their friend.

"Hey…" It was then, when they were alone, that Toshinori addressed another issue.

"Yes?" Nighteye uttered back in answer as they too started walking towards the Green Cloud .

"Are you sure this Chef is the same boy?" the pro Hero All Might asked.

"I know one can't expect you to remember everybody you meet, but he had been put into a coma the exact same day, something like a few minutes after you told him he could not be a Quirkless Hero in what you yourself admitted being a ' Way too blunt tone, all things considered' . The timing was too tight to not be noticeable."

"I was caught up in training Mirio, to be honest. And you said he may have manifested a Quirk during his Coma?" the other answered, uneasy.

"I said it was a possibility considering the strange avatar he summoned behind himself and the ' Present Mic'-like scream he released. What is making me nervous is the fact that no file can be found about his Quirk Test, or anything else, anywhere. Everything about him seems to have become Classified all of a sudden."

"Everything?" Toshinori asked, confused.

"Beside his middle school grades, everything after that has been forcefully removed from every registry and put under heavily Classified encryption. Nobody I asked seemed able to recover that info, and not only that, but just one year after he woke-up, a mysterious Economic Empire nobody heard about before bought an entire Restaurant and took the boy in as their only Chef. A restaurant where Quirks do not seem to work if used on that young man, and even if I didn't try to use my Quirk on him outside the Restaurant, he hardly leaves it to begin with." Nighteye explained.

"And he has a bone to pick with me…" Toshinori muttered.

"A personal reason to dislike you, something that a smart-enough unscrupulous character can twist to their end and transform into hatred for EVERY Hero. All for One is not the only Megalomaniac with a deep-rooted hatred for Heroes...What I don't understand is why they are using a Restaurant as a cover, what are they looking for? And why do they need that boy?"

"Are you sure he doesn't simply possess a sort of Quirk Immunity? "

"I could tell it was not he himself that snapped my connection with him before my Quirk could see his future, my own instinct told me an outside force got in the way, that is why I am worried. The threat that Dog blatantly threw at me didn't help either."

"I saw that Dog in action, I can't imagine somebody that prideful and strong just playing guard dog." Toshinori admitted.

"Then maybe he is doing that AND making sure Midoriya-san does not step out of line." Nighteye answered, thoughtful, and looking intensely at Blackie as soon as their small group reached the Restaurant door.

"Good evening," Aizawa said.

"Why do you speak so formally to the dog?" Nemuri asked.

" Because he has been taught manners and shows respect to this Lord Dog. Now get in, if you have to play Spy , at least do it properly and stop being so suspicious. " Blackie answered with his deep, magnetic voice dripping sarcasm from every word.

"...How?" Nighteye asked.

" That would be telling, kiddo. Just get in and eat, my Protegee is rightfully proud of his cooking skills, just pay it the due respect too beside trying to stick your nose in his personal affairs. " the Dog answered before turning the other way and resuming his sleep.

"Wow...Our cover lasted literally nothing…" Mic admitted with a grimace while the group entered the place…

And watched with bulged-out eyes NEZU of all people sitting by himself at a table while devouring a gargantuan steak with gusto.

" NEZU?! HERE?! WHY?!" The group of Pro Heroes all thought at the same time, and before they could actually ask, the small rat-bear-man chimera sent them a discreet glare that told them to keep their mouths shut.

"Here is your side dish, Nezu-san!" At that moment they saw Izuku come out from the kitchen holding a tray of grilled vegetables.

"Good! Leave it here, please!" the small guy answered.

"Is the steak to your liking?"

"Yep! What did you say it was?"

"Crocodile meat, legally bought from a private Crocodile farm down under. I have all the papers signed if you want to see them," Izuku answered.

"Yahahahaha! I am not a cop, Chef Izuku! No need to worry."

"But you are the Boss of AU University, as you said..." the young man mumbled, thoughtful.

"Still thinking I am a spy?" Nezu asked, amused.

"Yes,"

"My lips are sealed so keep guessing if I am here to spy or just here to enjoy your food! I am not telling, so it will be more fun!" the other answered while playfully shooing him away.

"Of course, sir…" the young Chef muttered, dejected, before disappearing inside the kitchen.

Once sure the young man was back in his domain, Nezu rapidly whipped-out his phone to write a lightning-fast message he then sent to both Aizawa and Nemuri, before returning to eat, and he was clearly not faking his enjoyment of the thing.

Pro Hero Table -

PING!

"...Nezu ' Gently' asks us to not blow his cover , he apparently has been coming here everyday ever since the USJ incident to investigate that young Chef and playing everything off as a coincidence. We were not the first ones to think about coming here in person…He also suggests trying the crocodile steak, he says it's good." Aizawa explained once, reading the text on his phone and then sighing.

"We'll need to be discreet then, just in case he suspects something; he knows we are Pro Heroes so he will be on the defensive. He doesn't seem to trust Heroes a lot." Nighteye answered.

Dling! Dling!

As if the Universe tried to prove him wrong, the next set of Customers that entered the place were FAR from being discreet about anything, especially their being Pro Heroes.

"CHEF ICCHAN! WE ARE HUNGRY!" the green haired girl at the head of the group yelled with a cheerful tone as soon as they barged inside the restaurant.

"Tomoko-san!" Izuku answered, just as happily, while peeking out of the kitchen to see who it was.

"Ready to feed four poor kittens?" the Pro Hero known as Mandalay asked with a challenging smile.

"Huhuhu! I am always ready! Over there, the official favourite table of the Wild Wild Pussycat happens to be free, I will be with you in a moment!" the young Chef answered, chuckling amused and clearly happy to see those Pro Heroes visit him.

"Nice! The seat under the magical relaxing tree is mine!" Pixie Bob called-out immediately while diving for said seat.

"Oh, come on! It was my turn this time!" the only male member of the four said with a whine while the rambunctious quartet of Pro Heroes in civilian attire sat at a corner table right under the strange trees adorning the back of the restaurant's main room.

"Okay, he clearly has SOME Heroes he trusts instead." Mic said with a raised eyebrow.

"Magical Relaxing Tree?" Nemuri asked.

"Whatever those trees are, they seem to exude a faint calming aura. The Chef and the Robot make sure nobody can take away leaves, but I heard a few botanic experts have started theorizing that those plants actually possess a Quirk-like mutation able to ' forcefully' disperse stress from people and animals sitting close to them." Nighteye answered.

"Like Joke and her Quirk? Or Nemuri's?" Aizawa asked.

"Pretty much, only about Relaxing instead of Laughing or Falling Asleep."

"And they use those rare as hell plants as decoration?" Toshinori asked, confused.

"That is another reason why I find this place too suspicious."

" Ssh ! He is coming here." Aizawa silenced them as soon as he saw Izuku near their table.

"Good evening." the young man said with a stiff smile.

"Hi there, young man!" Mic answered while channeling his Hero Persona a little to hopefully help the boy relax around them.

"Sir Nighteye, glad to have you back in my Restaurant, and this time with another group of your... Friends ." Izuku answered, and even if he hoped for those Heroes to not notice it, they all caught the tiny pause he had before saying friends .

"Everybody loves good food, so after listening to me and Gunhead giving a very good review to your dishes, they too wished to try them," he answered.

Sigh! "...It's about Blackie coming to the USJ, isn't it?" Izuku whispered while tiredly massaging his temples.

"...…" none of the Heroes present could think about a proper answer, but the disappointed glare Nezu sent their way did make them flinch heavily.

" Amateurs! " they saw him mouth towards them with the corner of their eyes.

"Listen, c-can I at least finish my job for today? You'll be free to arrest me AFTER I am done with the lunch rush-hour. I am not going anywhere. But I want to leave on a good note without ruining these people's moment of pause." he asked with a tone of defeat.

"We…"

"I got it, I can't be a Hero, okay. I have a more humble dream now, can I have that at least? I just want to be a good Chef: I get-up at dawn, practice, clean and start cooking for the day, that's it." he added.

"We are not here to arrest you. At least I am not." Aizawa cut him off abruptly before the young man could say something else.

"Uh?"

"Your dog saved us, especially two of my students who owe their lives to you. So, as far as I am concerned, today I am here to thank you, not to throw you in jail." he explained.

"But you don't trust me."

"Actually-"

"Because I was not supposed to know about the Incident in the USJ, isn't it? My Sponsor alerted me that this would happen."

Sigh! "Exactly. While grateful, we also are worried about how you and them knew we needed help during a school trip nobody was supposed to know about in a secret location." Nighteye answered, no use in being discreet if the other side already knew most of it.

"I am no Villain, Sir Nighteye. I lost interest in your Lifestyle after being told Heroics were not for me thanks to my lack of Quirk and getting almost killed when I tried proving the world wrong. It took me a year of coma to decide to wash my hands of this entire affair and focus on a dream I could actually reach...Owning a Restaurant of my own...And here I am today." Izuku answered.

"I am...Sorry. I was a bit too blunt when I told you that." Toshinori admitted, sheepish.

"You Texas Smashed my dreams, Sir. That was far more than being just blunt , you were Brutal ." the young Chef answered without even looking at him, and making the Pro Hero grimace heavily in answer.

"I could have phrased it a bit better, maybe."

"Yes, maybe ." that answer burned like acid.

"What do you know about your Sponsor?" Nighteye asked.

"Everything." the other replied with a shrug.

"Everything?"

"Who they are, where they come from, why they gave me this Restaurant. Everything. The absolute truth."

"...And?"

"And I am not telling you."

"Listen, if it is about All Might-" Nemuri tried saying.

"Nonono, it has nothing to do with Him ." Izuku answered, and Toshinori felt ' slapped' by that way of saying him . It almost sounded like an insult.

"I just promised I won't say a thing. For two main reasons:

1- I know you won't believe even a fifth of what I could tell you.

2- I don't exactly trust you."

"You don't trust us? Why?" Mic asked, hurt.

"You took my being skilled and reserved as a Villain trait just because who is helping me has a wider reach than you can imagine and I am not easily bullied by people with Quirks. I don't know what you believe is going on here, but I am just a Chef trying to get by and get better at cooking, but I guess a Quirkless shouldn't dare to raise his head too much around here."

"This has nothing to do with you being Quirkless, I swear." Nemuri answered with a gentle tone while taking his hand in both of hers.

"I hope so. So? Are you going to order something or was this just an excuse to ask me about the incident?"

"We'll order, we'll order." Aizawa answered with a sigh, clearly sensing the hostility barely hiding below the surface, and he could not exactly blame the boy either.

"Tell you what, as a show of trust: you decide." Nemuri said with a tiny smile.

"Uh?"

"Choose by yourself the Dishes we will eat," the woman explained.

"It's okay, I will be back in a couple minutes so you will be able to choose in peace, no need to worry about leaving the fate of your lunch in my hands." Izuku answered with a small smile, and left them alone after a short bow.

"..."

"Well, maybe Nemuri can actually get him to open up a little, I guess. He did not sound as mistrusting with her as he was with us," Mic said.

"He is a good boy, I can tell." she answered.

Driiiin!

At once the phones of all of them rang at the same time, all sporting the same ' unknown number' text on their screen.

"All of us?" Toshinori said once seen Nezu too had his phone ringing, though only he seemed to recognize the number, and once sent them a look, he actually answered.

"Maybe we all should take this." Nighteye said while answering.

"Strange." Mic commented, unsure.

" Glad to see you all are being reasonable enough to pick-up." the old man at the other side of the call said with a pleased tone once all of them answered.

"Who's this?" Aizawa asked.

" The Director of one of the hidden labs of I-Island. I guess dear All Might and Sir Nighteye know what I am talking about. "

"...Seems like it." Nemuri commented, dryly, at seeing both Pro Heroes pale a little.

"What can we do for you, sir?" Mic asked, eyes narrowed.

"While I have nothing against people enjoying good food, I am way less happy when one of our 'Darlings' is being bullied," the old man answered.

"Shit…The rumors are true." Aizawa muttered between clenched teeth, and once turned around to look at the street through the Restaurant's giant window he saw a young woman in jogging attire playfully wave at him while pretending to stretch her legs.

" We too are keeping tabs on him. As you can imagine, a Quirkless able to surpass the so-called ' Limits' of the human body with a Mutation in his base DNA different from the Standard One can only attract my interest, along with the interest of few of my old man explained, chuckling.

"A Mutation?" they heard Nezu ask in their shared call.

"Why do you think everything about him is now Confidential? Standard tests show no difference between him and a normal Quirkless, and yet we have hundreds of hours of video proof of him taking what we knew of Peak Human Skills and making confetti of them, and that means he must have some sort of Power different from Quirks to justify it. I will share a few harmless videos with you, watch them and tell me how we could not find him utterly interesting to study! Also, he is the beloved son of one of us as well...He is Family." the old man answered.

"Do you know anything about his ' Sponsor', Sir?" Nighteye could not stop himself from asking.

" You mean that ' System Incorporated'? We are almost certain they are not a Villain Group, if that is what you fear, but we can't contact anybody working there. Everything seems to Exist online only, and yet there is perfect paperwork for everything. And the fact that it is all THAT PERFECT raises questions...But no matter what we try we can't answer a single one of them. "

"Not even you can find anything?" Nezu asked.

" Nezu, you know that between hackers and Quirks we have a damn good reach. " The old man answered with a tired groan.

"But?"

"For all we know the HQ of that Group could be housed on Mars. Every trail we follow branches into hundreds and then thousands others, and after weeks of questioning we finally got a message from that System Incorporated telling us it would be better to stop nosing around and let them and their Chef do their job."

"You make it sound like bad news, though." Mic said.

"Because that exact same message appeared at the same exact time on every phone, every computer, every tablet, every Fax, and every Pager of I-Island... EVERYONE from the crappy phones of our clerks on cleaning duty to our LEVEL 7 Servers and Operatives got it. We all received a copy even on our own personal computers back home. We stopped asking questions after that." the Old Man answered, tense.

"...You got breached?"

" Nezu, they RAPED our firewalls and security system without getting a single alarm off. They assured us they just want to help their Chef become ' The God of Cooking' or similar nonsense and that no Villain plans are boiling under the surface, but promised that if we keep getting in the way there will be Consequences .

You Pro Heroes may like to tackle impossible odds with a smile, but I have a family, all of us here have, and we won't step over that line. We can freely look from afar and study him if we want, but any threat won't be welcomed…And we won't risk it. "

"Does the boy know?" Toshinori asked.

" Not at all, in fact, we are de facto forbidden from alerting him they got involved in threatening us. They said it was to not ' Distract him ', but I can't help being worried about him all the same. They openly admit to having plans for him, we just are unable to uncover them. "

"So that is also a reason why you are studying him?"

" Exactly, if we can see what those guys saw in him for their plans, maybe we can counter them and stop them, thus saving him."

"We can help." Aizawa said.

" If you really have to, but keep a very low profile. I can't even promise that this call's encryption will help. "

" Actually, it is not helping ." the System's voice echoed in the phone call.

"…" Stricken horror frozen the Heroes and Scientists solid.

Sigh! "Please forgive them, they take their Mission too seriously. Are you ready to order?" Izuku said, and scaring the Pros with his appearance behind Toshinori unseen thanks to their distraction.

"Y-You trust them?"

"Honestly? Yes. I only have to follow a very strict Training Regimen for my cooking techniques every morning, then I am free to do as I please with this Restaurant. They even give me all the Ingredients I ask for, so as far as I am concerned, I don't feel threatened: no strange requests, no questionable customers and nothing illegal...They just want me to become the best Chef I can be. As the name of their Initiative suggests: I will become the God of Cooking . It's a bit edgy, I admit it, but it also explains well what they hope to get from me: my very best." Izuku explained with a shrug.

"Why, though? What do they get from doing this?" Nemuri asked.

"Hahahaha! What else? Publicity! They get that and I get a Restaurant, everybody is happy." the young Chef answered, laughing amused.

"...That's it?" Nighteye asked, eyebrows shooting up.

"Mister Nighteye, not everybody with money or influence wants to conquer the world, few of them are just eccentric enough to do something like this just because they can. Like Elon Musk." Izuku answered.

"Okay...But should something come up...We are right behind the corner to help. Remember. Just call for us and we will help you." Nemuri whispered while giving a squeeze to his hand.

"Thank you." he answered with a tiny smile.

"In the meantime we will order our food. At least we can trust that being the real deal." Mic said with a thumbs-up.

"Of course!" the Chef replied, nodding.

I-Island – Secret Lab -

The Old Man at that point closed the phone call by himself, and silently watched through the cameras outside how the young chef took the table's order and rapidly moved away to cook everything.

"Mannerism?"

"Everything suggests he was saying the truth, sir." one of the technicians answered.

"Relaxed?"

"Not really."

"I see. Keep observing him. Just in case." he ordered before leaving.

"Yessir!"

The old man was the only guy in I-Island beside Hisashi and the guy's colleague/friend Tamaki to know the truth about Izuku and his abilities, but in order to keep the secret he knew he had to pretend to study the boy like any other 'Darling' and pretend he too knew nothing, especially since by doing this he would actually be able to protect the young Chef from any plan he feared the mysterious System Incorporated may be trying to implement against the boy.

Green Cloud Restaurant - In the Kitchen -

" Congratulations to Host Izuku for covering for the System." the Voice said once the young man returned inside the room.

"It won't be easy to keep your true nature hidden like you asked if you keep threatening them. Hero Society is all based around the idea that ' Everybody is a potential Villain if we don't know everything about them and their personal life' , and most of the Pro Heroes are a bunch of paranoid control freaks, especially so the guys in business suits and in positions of command behind the Hero Business. Paradoxically, it would be easier to explain that you are an Extra-dimensional Entity that wants me to Ascend to Godhood through cooking." Izuku answered, sighing.

"Understood. Host Izuku is also aware that the customer known as All Might possess poor Health and may die in a few years. Do you wish to heal him?" the System asked.

"Heal him?"

"Yes, Host Izuku. If things remain unchanged, he is fated to die in two years."

"…" the young Chef silently leaned on his work station, a bit surprised by how much it still hurt to meet All Might again.

"The Shadow of Death has been cast on him, should the Host intervene, such a fate will be broken and the man will live long enough to die of old age. That will also mean the Heroes of AU will keep an even closer eye on you. "

"…"

" Host wished to be a Hero once, yes?" the Voice asked.

"…"

" Does the Host hate All Might ?"

"...Hate is a strong word." Izuku finally uttered a word, and it was filled in bitterness while his head hung down low.

" Host can just cook normally and let the man live through what Fate planned for him." the System answered.

"…"


" Mom, one day I will be a Hero like All Might!" a small voice, that of a kid, echoed inside the young Chef's head in answer to that while tears streamed down his cheeks.

I am sorry, Madame. We can repeat the Test a thousand times over, but the results won't change: your son does not possess a Quirk. I am sorry.

Yo! Here comes the Useless Freak!

I am sorry, my boy. A Hero without a Quirk is simply impossible. Maybe you should lower your expectations a little and live a more humble life. Not everybody can change the world, no matter how hard they try…Sometimes dreams are just that. Dreams.

Just a Deku!

Deku!

Deku!

Deku!


" Host wants All Might gone? Whitey can accompany him to the door if you want."


Deku!

DEKU!

DEKU!


"TO HELL WITH IT!" Izuku roared in anger while slamming both fists on his work station, luckily nobody in the main room could hear him thanks to the Entity turning the kitchen sound-proof for their talk.

" Host? "

"How do I heal him? I will show him and everybody else that we Chefs too can make MIRACLES! NOT JUST HEROES! He is fated to die?! THEN I WILL TAKE THAT FUTURE AND SNAP IT IN HALF WITH A DISH!" he declared with burning eyes.

"Well said. Normally the System would purge any 'Alien Energy' contained in the Dishes prepared with Ingredients of other worlds like the 'Gourmet World' of Zaus, but in this case those Life Energy and Vitality Energy will be left in the resulting Dish. This means that the Host will be required to use every ounce of skill he possesses to not ruin the dish by dispersing those energies through unsuitable handling." the System answered.

"Life Energy and Vitality Energy?"

" Exactly, same for the Gourmet Energy Host can infuse in the Dishes to improve the quality of their taste, those two form of energy too will enrich the Dish Host will prepare, and as a bonus the Dish will be able of purifying All Might's body and heal him completely by saturating his body in pure 'Life '. Is the Host ready?"

"Yes."

"Understood. Abrupt Mission: Show to All Might and the other Heroes that a Chef too can change the course of Fate. Reward: 10% bonus experience points and unlocking the Ingredient Jewel Meat from Zaus World." the System declared.

"Good." Izuku answered while opening the Ingredients cabinet.

Hero Table -

The Pro Heroes were looking with bulged-out eyes the few videos Hisashi took of Izuku mid-training for his Boss, most of which showing the boy taking Laws of Nature and Common Sense and bending them over like only a 90s Shonen Hero could do.

"Damn! That's some fast knife work..." Mic commented in surprise.

"Teacher!" a young voice said in surprise as a young woman entered the place accompanied by her parents and Izuku's.

"Oh! Yaoyorozu. Are you here for lunch?" Aizawa answered with a raised eyebrow.

"S-Sort of?"

"Oh-OOOOH! Something bigger?" Nemuri asked immediately.

"Apparently some formalizing is needed…" Saito mumbled.

"Honey, it could have been worse, he is a good boy at least, hard working too!" Rei answered.

"Formalizing?" Nemuri asked.

"Momo!" they heard Izuku exclaim in surprise.

"Hi." she answered, uneasy.

"Sorry to barge-in like this, son. Apparently there was no choice," Hisashi said, smiling sheepish.

"Uh?"

"Mom apparently had to tell my father what happened, so now he wants a proper explanation." Momo explained with her face burning deep-red.

"Your father called it ' Meeting of the In-Laws' , but that's beside the point." her mother added, looking more mischievous.

"REI-SAN! YOU PROMISED TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" the Young Chef shrieked in shame while covering his face with both hands.

"Nope! You two wanted to be Secret Lovers ? Not on my watch! Come on, let's take a table and talk a little, shall we?" Rei said while taking over a table for the entire group, the one right next to the Pro Heroes table.

"It was just a kiss…" Momo muttered, ashamed.

"Too much tongue to be ' Just a kiss' , dear." Rei countered.

" Ugh! " Saito gurgled-out in agony.

"Details, Yaoyorozu! Details! Now!" Nemuri demanded immediately.

"Nemur-" Aizawa tried saying before her glare paralyzed him.

" SILENCE !" she barked in answer.

"Sorry, madame." the fearless Pro Hero Eraserhead muttered with a meek tone.

"Oh! It was just two days ago! Icchan was giving me cooking lessons when I got an emergency call from work, and in order to answer that I had left him and Momo alone in the kitchen…" Rei started telling what she personally knew, and what she got from Momo after hours of relentless questioning.

Yaoyorozu House - The Previous Day -

Rei had just walked out of the kitchen to answer the call from her agency, something that she assured them was an emergency since she had instructed her secretary to not disturb during her cooking lessons unless something BIG happened.

As the woman's faint voice echoed back into the kitchen from the living room, Izuku and Momo were left alone to watch in silence the lasagna Izuku instructed Rei to prepare alone and without help, as a way to test how she did by herself without the Chef correcting her.

"She forgot to use salt, didn't she?" Momo asked, chuckling, while both were crouching down on the floor to keep looking at the slowly-cooking thing through the oven glass panel.

"Yes, but at least she didn't use sugar again, it's already a huge improvement." he answered, making both share a short laugh together.

"…"

"…" they both fell silent after that, just standing with their faces close as they watched the food cook and slowly form a crunchy layer on top.

"...Izuku…" Momo said with a low whisper.

"Yes?"

"...Thank you. Thank you for sending Blackie to help, had he not come, I don't know if I would be here today." she admitted, shivering.

"Momo…" he answered, and when both turned to look at each other, they actually discovered they were close enough that the tip of their noses touched.

"…" and there they stood, looking into each other's eyes in silence, until the young Chef gently cupped her cheek.

" Hm …" closing her eyes tight in shyness, Momo puckered her lips a tiny bit to welcome the kiss that when it happened took her breath away.

"AH!" It took a couple of seconds before both actually noticed what they were doing, and with faces burning bright red both jumped back to their feet and forcefully looked elsewhere to avoid the other's eyes.

"I KISSED HER! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Izuku thought in horror.

"HE KISSED ME! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD!" Momo thought at the same time.

"You...I mean me...So...You know...You...Me…" the young Chef stammered in total brain-blackout.

"No...Yes...I mean No...No, Yes...I... TO HELL WITH IT! " to his shock Momo's own blackout lasted way shorter until she gave a distraught roar, grabbed him by the collar, and tried to tear-off his tonsils with her tongue.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!" a two-voices moan resounded in the kitchen then as the two hormonal teens hugged the life out of each-other and went at it in a war of tongues, this time the kiss was FAR from being as romantic as the first one, this one spoke of hunger .

It was especially bad for Izuku since he was feeling the pull of TWO lifetimes of suppressed desire, since as Zaus he had been pretty much ' married to his job' and thus had fully suppressed or ignored any urge he may have had; and now both Lives' Hormones were begging for attention and he was eagerly giving-in to the call, and even if he had to stand on his toes to kiss Momo due to their difference in height, he didn't give a damn.

That was when Rei returned into the room attracted by the noise, to find her daughter and her Cooking Teacher sucking each other's face off with drool flowing down their chins like a river from their connected mouths and both teens' hands roaming around a bit too wildly to be proper.

" AH ! Izuku...Not here in the kitchen!" Momo gasped with a moan when he started biting and suckling greedily on her neck, although her grabbing a fistful of his hair with one hand to draw him just a bit closer to herself showed she was not fully against the idea.

"Yes, not in the kitchen, please. My Lesson is not over yet." Rei declared with an evil smirk.

She really enjoyed the look of sheer panic both teens developed as soon as they heard her, stopping abruptly what they were doing to just look at her with wide eyes full of horror.

"Hands where I can see them, Midoriya. You too, Momo, and that means your left hand has to stop moving and come out from inside his pants. It's still too soon for you to give him a draining massage , young Lady." she added, gleefully watching their feeling of shame reach untold peaks never before seen.

Their talk after that was awkward to the extreme.

Back to the present –

"That is what happened, and since both seem to be into each other enough to be ready to MOLEST each other, here we are to formalize the relationship." Rei finished explaining.

"In my son's defense, he gave her a chaste kiss, clearly. She made the first move." Hisashi pointed-out.

"This doesn't mean he did not return the affection! By Rei's words his own hands were not idle either! He clearly pinched and squeezed to his heart's content!" Saito countered, annoyed.

"She almost deflowered him!"

"And he almost did the same to her!"

"My Icchan is not a Pervert!" Hisashi growled.

"Neither is my Mo-chan!" Saito roared in answer.

Actually, that very same night both teens literally wanked themselves into unconsciousness while thinking about each other and what COULD have happened had Rei not stopped them while loudly calling-out the other's name. But both fathers didn't need to know that their precious 'cinnabuns' were actually normal Teens with normal overcharged libido. Yet.

"Very dirty, Yaoyorozu. VEEEERY dirty. Congratulations!" Nemuri said with a mischievous smile and a thumbs-up.

"Teacher!" Momo answered with a long whine, ashamed beyond belief.

"So, Izuku...It's easy to say you are now engaged. DO NOT try anything strange or I will chop your dick off!" Saito declared with narrowed eyes, and stoically ignoring how Rei instead rolled hers while calling him ' edgy' .

"Yessir!"

"Off you go then, you still have work to do. We'll talk more later."

"More?" the young man asked in dread.

"MUCH more." Saito answered.

"Okay..."

Restaurant Kitchen – At the same time -

Once he escaped in a ' manly way ', tears and all, back inside his kitchen with the excuse of cooking, the young Chef threw himself on his Mission from the System as a way to clear his head from any sense of impending doom, and while waiting for the other Pro Heroes' orders to be ready, Izuku gave his undivided attention to Toshinori's own ' Healing Dish '.

The man had asked for some fish, and the Young Chef decided to modify the original recipe slightly to make sure as much Life as possible could be infused in it, the chosen Ingredient was one of the Coral Fishes he took from the Forest World he had been in and had borrowed from the Lizardmen Tribe.

The thing was still very much alive once summoned from the System's Storage Area and it kept violently rolling its fins around as if trying to swim in the air while jumping up and down on the chopping board.

"Thank you for being my Ingredient." Izuku muttered as a small prayer before puncturing the animal's brain with a long and thin needle, the fish gave a last weak flap with its gills and spat out a thin jet of water before quietly and painlessly falling into eternal slumber.

The System had suggested the Coral Fish for two main reasons: The meat was actually very tender and nutritious, and those fishes could reproduce like crazy when it was mating season.

The giant bulging belly full of roe now in front of Izuku meant that the specimen in question was particularly rich in Life Energy, perfect for what the young Chef needed.

The dish All Might had chosen was called Sweet 'n' Sour Fish and Izuku had assured him it would have not troubled whatever was left of the man's stomach even if fried, further shocking Toshinori that had indeed forgotten how much Izuku actually knew of his Dirty Little Secret, something that had made Nighteye facepalm hard.

Grabbing a filleting knife with I-Island insignia engraved on the handle, he started cooking by piercing right behind the fish' gills and delicately cutting upward following the curve of the fish' head to cut the entire thing off and put it aside, before removing the fins on the Ingredient's belly, back and the tail's end.

Swiiiing! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping…

Fully displaying their being hard as rocks like its name implied, the scales flying away from the fish' body at each knife swing pinged on the chopping board with loud tingling sounds echoing all around the young Chef, and even a knife made from top notch equipment with high-tech super-alloys kept struggling against such otherworldly Ingredients, requiring the System to renew their edge after each usage.

After finishing descaling one side of the fish, Izuku grabbed the fish's tail and gave it a toss, turning the animal a hundred and eighty degrees to the opposite side to repeat the cleaning.

"Done with the scales, next is the slicing of the cheek, as well as the removal of the organs and bones…" Izuku mumbled thoughtful while cutting the thing in two following its spine to remove the main bones, and once removed the organs, washing the inner meat with fresh water followed by him pulling away the few bones remaining hidden in the meat with lightning-fast movements of the pliers in his hand.

" The Flour has been mixed with the minced medicinal herbs perfectly, Life Energy contained in the herbs after preparation: 99%. Good job. " The System declared, solemnly.

"Perfect." Izuku muttered in answer while spreading the floor interspersed with tiny colorful herb fragments across the entire body of the fish until it was completely covered in it.

FWOOOOOSH!

Intense flames roared to life under a wide wok making the oil in it start sizzling loudly in a matter of minutes, and once hot enough, he grabbed the tail of the fish and tossed it into the oil that produced layers and layers of white foam upon contact with its flour cover.

"How's the fish?" the young Chef asked while a hint of gold shade slowly started covering the thing's meat.

" The innate Vitality Energy of the Fish has been fully preserved at 98% . It is suitable for the success of the Mission. "

"Good, let's add a bit of sauce then…" Once seen the huge quantity of high-quality fish eggs he had extracted from the Ingredient's belly, he decided how he would actually deviate from the recipe by adding a secondary sauce to it made with said roe .

Having given a new toss to the Wok's contents to make sure the fish was cooking properly and not sticking to the bottom, he then mixed the fish roe with minced garlic and capers and tossed everything into a second pan with hot oil already waiting to fry the fish eggs.

After that, he added white wine and a few spoonfuls of tomato sauce to the mixture and slowly boiled everything into a thick and flavorful fish eggs sauce he then passed until creamy and smooth without the smallest lump.

As the fish and egg sauce finished cooking, a sweet fragrance started to spread out from the kitchen and into the main room, enticing the appetite of the waiting Pro Heroes, now suddenly very happy at their decision to ' Spy' on the young Chef.

Few minutes later, All Might's Dish, as well as the others, were finally ready to be served, and with a delicate swish of his ladle Izuku scooped-up the deep-fried fish from the wok and placed it onto a wide porcelain plate decorated with tiny green clouds.

"Done perfectly...Let's see if ' Fate' can really be defeated with a Dish…" Izuku muttered, growing a bit squeamish when a tiny feeling of worry crept up his spine.

" Host should never question his abilities! As the future God of Cooking of the Hero World , there is no place for fear in your kitchen! Work hard and believe in yourself, young man!" The System immediately tried to cheer him up.

"Right! I can do this!" The young man psyched himself up while refilling the wok in oil to stir-fry a new mix of medicinal herbs together with vinegar, that was the Sour side of the Dish.

Done with the frying he also tossed some icing sugar into the wok, making the once sour creamy soup instantly become more sweet and thicker, and a taste test confirmed to Izuku that the thing had actually reached the right balance of sweetness and sourness he desired.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

With an elegant movement of his ladle the sweet-and-sour sauce was lightly drizzled over the fish to uniformly cover it while the thick and creamy sauce made with the roe was pooled on a side and adorned with tiny pieces of minced chilies and a spiral of fresh olive oil.

"It is done…' Sweet-and-Sour Coral Fish '...Completed." Izuku declared in relief while using a piece of cloth to wipe away the excess oil on the plate to make the dish more presentable.

" Evaluating...The Dish' overall grade is: 99.9/100 . Congratulations, Host Izuku! You have prepared the required Dish to heal the Customer called All Might. At the paying of the bill, the reward will be unlocked. Well done." the System declared with a victory fanfare that made the young Chef chuckle a little while delivering the dishes to the Pro Heroes' table.

"Smells amazing, if I can say it myself." he admitted, pleased, while taking out Toshinori's and Nemuri's dish.

"...I really need to find a Waiter or Waitress, though…Or at least a bigger tray." he then muttered with a sigh of dismay.

"I'll help you!" Inko said immediately.

"There is no need, mom!" he answered shyly.

"Nonsense! Here, take the other plates so we'll deliver them together." the woman replied with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, mom." the young man said, grateful.

"Momo...Up." Rei muttered.

"M-Me too?"

"He needs you," she answered with a mischievous smirk.

"W-Wait, I will help as well!" the girl declared, a bit shyly, while getting up as well from the table.

"Oh! T-T-Thank you! Wait here, I'll take the remaining plate…" the young Chef stammered a bit, but he still stoically ignored the subtle chuckles he heard from the other Customers in the room, along their thumbs-up at seeing the two engaged youngsters working together.

"Here we are: Sweet-and-Sour Fish for Toshinori-san…" he listed once the three of them reached All Might's table together.

"Thank you."

" Crocodile grand steak for Nemuri-san. Rare."

"Yuppie!" the woman cheered with a childish happy smile that made him chuckle.

" Four Meats Karaage: Nanban Style for Mic-san, with extra fried chicken and sauce as asked."

"NICE!" the blond man replied in perfect English with a thick accent.

" Seafood Risotto for Sir Nighteye."

"Thank you."

"And Chicken Curry for Aizawa-san. Mild spiciness."

"Perfect, thank you."

"Thank you for choosing the Green Cloud Restaurant, please enjoy your meal." Izuku answered with a bow before walking away a bit stiffly.

He now needed to prepare what his parents and Momo's own ordered, then he will have to face whatever Talk those scheming adults had planned for, and he was not exactly eager to do it.

All Might's Table –

"Well, I guess it's time to see how good the boy actually is," Mic said while snapping apart his chopsticks.

"Yes, let's see…" Toshinori answered, unsure, while using his own chopsticks to delicately peel-off the thin skin of his fish to inspect its insides, and growing shocked at the heavenly sight.

The Sweet-and-Sour Fish meat was almost as clear as glass and glittered under the room's lights once exposed, making Toshinori feel a bit guilty at actually eating it.

"It's glistering like a crystal…How?" Nemuri muttered in awe once seen All Might's food.

"I expected this, all things considered, as I was aware of the Chef's skills, and yet I am still very surprised." Nighteye answered, his stomach too grumbling a little as the fish succulent meat emitted a wondrous fragrance that was pretty much torturing the entire table.

"The sweet and sour sauce has a smell which increases one's appetite. It's a bit of a dirty trick , I admit it, but it will also make it taste better." Izuku muttered while delivering the last plate to his parents' table.

"It's not a dirty trick, Icchan. It's part of the magic!" Hisashi answered, chuckling.

"Yep! Now sit here with us, let's talk ." Saito answered, tone ice-cold and eyes narrowed.

"YESSIR!"

Pro Heroes' Table -

"Please don't kill the cute Chef," Nemuri muttered with a pout.

"We'll stop any tragedy before it happens. I say we eat, though, because good looks aside, the taste too matters! Thanks for the Food. " Toshinori said while picking-up a piece of fried fish meat to watch it jiggle a bit in his grasp.

The thick seasoned sauce boiled incessantly and looked like thin threads holding the fish meat together while following behind the chopsticks all the way to the man's mouth while the jiggling fish meat caused the Pro Hero to chuckle amused at the lively scene.

"Holy…" All Might though muttered in awe once tasted it as the sweet and sour scent of the dish exploded in his mouth at the very first bite, and not a trace of the unpleasant fishy smell of the main Ingredient or any unpalatable oily feeling from the frying could be felt either! Only wave after wave of warmth and sea and spiciness and sourness and sweetness and so on and on and on. Maybe forever, the Pro Hero could not tell.

The fish alone was a mouthful of Heaven, but the sweet-and-sour sauce and the roe sauce managed to enlarge the feeling and turn it into an all-encompassing embrace of taste that almost drowned Toshinori, to the point his own brain grew pleasantly numb and just enjoyed the Happy Endorphins ride the dish provided.

"This steak is damn amazing and tender too! I did not know crocodile of all things could taste this good!" Nemuri, mouth still full like a hamster and absolutely drenched in the meat juices, said in praise, blissfully unaware of how monstrous the beast she was eating actually was, nor she knew that the thing's detoxified scorpion-like tail's meat and fat had been used to create the delicious milky-white sauce decorating the steak.

"Okay, I am convinced. Whoever those guys are, they are betting on the right horse!" Mic confirmed while his chewing grew shamelessly loud, he just kept eating without even a pause to breath.

" Nom-Nom!"

" Oh-Ooooh ! Would you look at that! Mister ' I can Live on Coffee alone' Aizawa is actually eating like a normal human! Maybe we should take you here more often!" Nemuri said, smirking.

"Shut up! I am still not convinced yet." Aizawa answered, ashamed, while hastily swallowing his mouthful of food and forcefully dropping the tiny satisfied smile he was sporting while chewing.

"Uh?"

"I am not talking about the food, this stuff is damn good. I meant the group sponsoring him, call it instinct, but I think they are forcing him to hide a few details they know we won't like." he explained while continuing to eat.

"No drugs involved, I took a few tests once back from eating here, and even Recovery Girl did not find anything that could have been used to make me believe the food was good. At least the food quality comes from honest skills, not tricks." Nighteye answered, while being the only one of the group eating with proper manners.

"Okay, that just shuts-down one of my theories." Aizawa admitted, sighing.

"SHOTA!"

"At least swallow before chastising me, Nemuri!" the man begged with a groan.

"Sorry!" the woman replied, blushing.

The rest of the lunch continued fairly tamely in comparison with what they expected, with Izuku softening enough thanks to Nemuri's own motherly-gentle prodding between each subsequent orders they make that gained them few more details from the young Chef about his job and Sponsor.

When it was time to pay the kinda-expensive bill ( Mic and Nemuri would later apologize profusely for the FOUR servings of dessert they each ordered) , the group stumbled their way out of the Restaurant with bulging bellies and a more relaxed attitude towards its Chef, but not towards the System.

Parking Lot -

"Okay, this proves it: he is just a good boy caught in some sort of cult-like plans of an eccentric Millionaire fixated with food." Toshinori declared, still puffing a little thanks to his over-filled stomach.

"He did not openly call it a cult. But the way he described this God of Cooking Initiative can easily be passed as such." Nighteye added.

"Yeah, but he surely knows how to make some GODLY Creme Brulee ." Mic added.

"And cute rainbow-coloured fruit desserts! I could eat that fruit jelly to death and not regret it!" Nemuri added.

"We noticed you loved his desserts." Aizawa answered, bitter.

"I'll pay you back, I swear!" Mic replied with a begging tone.

"Liar."

"A Pro Hero...Never...Never forgets..H-His Wallet...Mic.'' It was sudden, but they saw Toshinori's face turn bright red and his breathing became labored as he leaned forward with both hands on his knees to try catching his breath.

"You okay?" Nighteye asked.

"I...I feel...Hot...It's too hot...I-I-I'M BURNING!" The Pro Hero gasped for air as he started sweating at an astounding rate.

"Oh, God! Are you allergic to something he cooked with? Why didn't you say something?!" Nemuri gasped in horror.

"I-I was sure I had no allergy to any- IT ITCHES! IT ITCHES SO MUCH!" the man shrieked while tearing off his shirt to rub the crater All for One left on his body after their fight so roughly he drew blood from the deep nails marks he was digging on his side.

"Calm down, we'll go to Recovery Girl and-" Nighteye TRIED calming him down, but was forced to hurriedly jump back when his old friend projectile vomited on the floor.

" GUAAAAAH!" Toshinori felt a taste outrageously awful travel up his throat at high speed, and what actually came out from his mouth to splatter loudly on the floor was a mass of black rotten flesh smelling of decay.

"What the hell is that?!" Aizawa asked.

"Ngh!"

"Oh, God! He is puking again?!" Mic shrieked in horror at seeing him double-over again.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

To their surprise they could actually hear Toshinori's heartbeat clearly while the man's eyes bulged-out so much they looked ready to plop out of their sockets as he drew back his head…

And screamed.

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! " it was a howl worthy of a mighty beast, and under the shocked eyes of his friends, the Pro Hero number 1 All Might made his explosive appearance as Toshinori's body transformed even faster than usual, but showing even MORE muscles than what he was famous for once done changing.

" Aah...Aah...Aah… " Toshinori gasped for breath as thick lines of steam escaped his muscles and mouth, every inch of his body was flushed red while his veins bulge-out to pump his blood with furious power; just by looking at him, in fact, POWER was the first thing that would come to mind.

"You okay?" Nighteye asked, faintly.

"I feel...Good? Okay?...I feel great! GREAT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" a loud, happy laugh escaped the Pro Hero, strong like thunder as he studied his body in wonder as if seeing his own muscles for the first time.

"I feel so strong! Like back in my youth! How?!" Toshinori asked while studying his clenched fists in awe.

There was no longer the fatigue, the pain, that feeling of a viscous hand squeezing his heart whenever he transformed! He was pretty much back to the days when he first got his Quirk from Nana! Burning with energy and…

"Eh?" That thought gave him pause, actually.

It was not like he could ' see' the power of One for All , there was never some visual clue, it was more a Feeling of it being there, and after passing it to Mirio, he could FEEL that he had been left with just a few dying embers…

THEN WHY THOSE EMBERS HAD NOW TURNED INTO A FUCKING SUPERNOVA?!

"N-No way…" he muttered, shocked.

"Toshinori, transform back before someone notices you." Aizawa warned him.

"They are already looking for the source of that scream, they will see you any moment." Mic added.

"R-Right!" still feeling his body ready to explode from the surplus of energy he felt traveling furiously through his veins, Toshinori closed his eyes and focused on himself and dispelled , for the lack of a better term, his ' All Might Form' to return into being his skeletal self.

"...I said to de-transform." Aizawa said.

"I did it,"

"No you didn't, you moron!"

"EH?!" opening his eyes to look at himself, the Number 1 Hero saw that he was still the same mountain of muscles.

"I know I did it! The feeling of turning it off was the same as always!" he then said, frustrated.

"I'll turn it off myself then," Aizawa answered, rolling his eyes, before activating his Quirk and looking straight at All Might. Only for him to remain the same mountain of muscles that now made Broly look like a wet noodle in comparison.

"Eh?"

"Are you doing something wrong, Shota?" Mic asked, unsure, while Toshinori swiftly moved into a crouch to hide behind Nighteye's car to not be seen.

"No! I am doing what I always do! His Quirk is just staying active!"

"...Toshinori…" It was then that Nighteye stole a look at the Green Cloud Restaurant to see Izuku standing by the door and looking straight at them with narrowed eyes.

"Yes?"

"I need to use my Quirk on you. I need to check something." he asked.

"Uh? O-Okay, go on." the other replied.

A hand-shake later Nighteye locked eyes with All Might to see the man's future, something he had promised to never again do after foreseeing Toshinori's death.

To his surprise though the same vision lasted barely a few seconds before turning grey and shattering like glass, same going with the Shadow of Death he had always seen hanging around the man, with enough force to almost split Nighteye's head in two with the backlash.

"You okay?!" Nemuri asked at seeing a few drops of blood dripping down the man's nose before he recomposed himself.

"Yes. But, Toshinori, your future changed…" Nighteye said with a low whisper before his head whipped back towards the Restaurant to meet Izuku's eyes.

"…" The young man merely gave a small bow of his head and flashed a tiny satisfied smirk before swiftly turning around to get back to work with the Restaurant door closing behind him by itself.

"What do you mean, my future changed?"

"We need to talk with Recovery Girl, there is something unnatural going on here. Let's go!" Nighteye answered while rapidly mounting his car.

"Can you explain it to us normal mortals too then?!" Nemuri asked with a growl while she and the others too got into Aizawa's car.

"I believe I now know what that System Inc. wants from Midoriya, but I need to have a medical expert confirm my theories first." Nighteye answered.

Inside the Restaurant -

"…"

"Icchan? You okay?" Inko asked immediately once seen her son become pale as a sheet as soon as he returned inside.

"I-I don't feel so well," he admitted while collapsing on a chair.

"IZUKU!" his father and Saito immediately were at his sides to help him sit upright.

"Here, drink this." Momo was right behind them with a glass of cold water, she too looked worried sick just like Inko and Rei were.

"Let him breathe, give him some space!" Seeing people getting worried, the group of Pros Wild Wild Pussycats switched gear from being goofy friends on a break and back into acting like Professional Heroes that moved to keep the situation under control.

"It's okay, Chef Icchan! Take a breath and relax. Young or not you can't overwork yourself!" Tomoko offered with a kind, and incredibly wide, smile.

"I...I am fine…" he tried saying, faintly.

"Not yet, but we are here to help you until you get better." Mandalay answered, she too offered an encouraging smile.

"He really needs to find a helper, he can't manage everything alone." Momo muttered while looking at the full Restaurant in worry, luckily the guests seemed to understand and were not making a fuss about it.

In truth, unknown to them Izuku was worried for a completely different reason.

" I thought he was going to explode! That scream was not normal!" the young Chef thought in near-hysterical terror.

" That was fully between predictions, Host Izuku. The overabundance of Life and Vitality Energies inside the dish have saturated All Might's body up to 400%, cleansing his organism and recharging his Spirit and Vitality, and also rejuvenating his dying Quirk as a Side Effect."

"...Dying Quirk? He was losing his Quirk?! What kind of illness does that?!" Izuku asked, confused.

" An artificial tumor-like infection of the blood, Host Izuku. In order for him to expel and repair all the damage left behind by that thing, enormous quantities of Vitality had to be infused. In 24 hours his body will burn through the excess of energy and he will find himself back to what could be called ' Youth Days of his Prime' . Congratulations! Jewel Meat has already been unlocked and several tons of it loaded in the Restaurant Storage Area, it is now possible to request it freely when cooking. Have no fear, just like with every other Ingredient stored by the System, it won't spoil but remain perfectly fresh.

Success! Thanks to the bonus in Experience Points from the Abrupt Mission, Host Izuku has reached Level 2 on the path to become the God of Cooking of the Hero World! Physical and Mental Stats have increased accordingly and Higher Quality Ingredients can be exchanged with the System. 'Vitality Cooking Training' can now be initiated along 'Advanced Dessert-making Training'. Keep working hard, young man!" the System answered.

" As long as nothing bad happens...And more things to train in?!...At least they sound interesting." Izuku muttered with a sigh and finally recovered a bit of color on his face, for everybody' relief.

UA University – Infirmary - One Hour Later -

A short old woman was looking at the results of her tests while a very ashamed Toshinori, still in muscle form, silently dressed back with a very red face.

Apparently, whatever affected him that much also worked on his... Little Might ...as Recovery Girl, Nezu and the group of friends that took him back to the school had the misfortune to see when he undressed under the woman's orders.

As soon as Toshinori had remained in his ' All Might Printed' boxers, they all saw the impressive and furious tent he had pitched, causing the great All Might to shriek in shame and cover himself while hiding in a corner.

"Well, the little show you gave us was already a good telling…" Recovery Girl started saying.

"You had Erectile Dysfunction?! That's why you and Ryukyu-"

"MIC!" Toshinori shrieked back in high octaves, silencing the guy.

"You and Ryukyu? AH! I knew it!" Nemuri exclaimed, guffawing.

"As I was saying!" the old woman roared angrily enough to silence the people in her office.

"Your awakening down there was already a telling sight of something changing inside your body, but the blood test I took right after confirmed it: you have healed. Every reading has been shot way off the chart, but everything seems to be slowly stabilizing already." she said.

"Healed? As in...I am free?" Toshinori asked with a small voice.

"I double-checked and used that rotten piece of flesh you brought along for cross-reference. Whatever they did to you, your body expelled that thing by itself and is at the moment healing all the damage at an insane rate. I will keep checking, but I am pretty much certain you defeated that thing. You won , so to speak." Recovery Girl answered.

"And his Quirk?" Nighteye asked.

"What about it? It's still there, maybe it is just reacting with your Cure and will probably settle down soon. What have you done exactly? I hope you did not take any experimental medicines without a proper Doctor following you!" she answered, before looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Well...You see…" Toshinori said, unsure.

"TOSHI!" the woman yelled in disappointment.

"Ow, come on! He just had some fish! Don't be so melodramatic," Mic exclaimed in annoyance.

"Fish?" she blurted-out, confused.

"MIC!" Nezu groaned in disbelief.

"Ah!...Ops?" the man offered with a forced and guilty smile.

"God, you have the same ability of a five-years-old when it comes to keeping secrets." Aizawa muttered, facepalming.

"How could an idiot like you make it to Pro Hero status?" Nemuri added.

"Details. NOW!" Recovery Girl hissed.

Sigh! "I will be the one explaining, if you don't mind, at least like that I will also offer few theories about it, maybe together we'll be able to understand what is happening." Nighteye answered, sighing in dismay.

As the System predicted, Toshinori's miraculous recovery and the resurrection of his Quirk caused the staff of AU to put Izuku fully in their radar, something that made the young Chef momentarily stop his night training to sigh in dismay once the Entity delivered him the news Heroes too other than Villains were growing interested in him.

He just wanted to manage his Restaurant! Was it SO HARD to ask?

Completely unaware of the full 'Range' of his own ability to attract troubles, he was also oblivious that Ochako Uraraka happened to read his AD on the local newspaper where the young Chef listed what he looked for in a Waiter or Waitress for his Restaurant, with the girl deciding to give it a try both for some extra cash to help her family along…AND to ' Test the Waters' and know the Chef better.

"It should be a harmless-enough way to see if he DOES have feelings for me, and if I can possibly return them or not…" Ochako muttered, unsure.