A former sidekick. Like the robins, except not literal children who wore brightly colored costumes?

"Yeah, i have no idea who that is, but if he worked with you, Knighteye has gotta be strong, right? Could you reach out and ask if he could take me on?" I asked, trying to picture the man who worked with All Might.

"I'll do my best, but he and I had a falling out some years ago, and contact has been sparse, to say the least." He told me, and as I stared out the window, I could see Vlad King speaking with a student. I wondered what his class was like.

"Thank you. I won't waste this gift you've given me "

"I know you won't. Now get going, kid. I think Present Mic is supposed to be taking you to Kamino. From what I've heard, they've almost finished the clean-up."

Giving him a little wave, I opened the window and turned myself into gas, moving down to the gate and waiting for Present Mic.

I had so much to do, but nothing I didn't ask for.

All Might was right, Kamino was starting to look better. Even the volunteer group seemed to be in a better mood, some even waving and giving me a hello. It made all the time spent disliked easier.

But that wasn't the point of doing this. This was just what any person who could should be doing. This wasn't being a hero. This was being a human.

Finally, it was finished. I don't remember the work being done, but no one could find anything else that we could do. All that was left was things licensed professionals needed to do. No one wanted to accidentally fry themselves working on the electricity.

Once we were back on campus and I'd showered, the kitchen was calling my name, but I didn't want to cook or eat leftovers. Was I becoming a spoiled brat? Maybe. But I wanted a good greasy burger, and I had a reason to justify using a delivery app. We'd finished the clean-up of Kamino, and now I was celebrating.

"Hey."

I jumped, hitting my head on the top door of the fridge where I'd been snooping for something to snack on while I waited for my food.

"Shit, what?" I asked, rubbing the top of my head and turning around. "Oh, hey Momo. What's up?"

"You shouldn't use such language. It's not befitting a hero." She scolded, but she was checking my head and making sure I was okay, so I wasn't sure she was too upset.

"Yeah, but it's befitting someone like me." Came my reply, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn't help wondering if I believed it. Was I hero material? I still had to question if I was good enough, even with all the gifts and chances I'd been given in life.

Awkward silence fell, and I closed the fridge door, leaning against it and closing my eyes. I didn't know who exactly I was or what exactly I wanted. All I knew was that I wanted to help others.

"So, uh, did you need something?"

She looked like an angel, and i wondered if that made me the devil. They did say that the road to hell was paved in good intentions, that Lucifer was beautiful. But he was an angel once, too, wasn't he?

"Do you?" She questioned with a concerned look, watching me as I struggled to answer. It's not that I couldn't speak. It was that I didn't even know how to tell her that I didn't know. I didn't know if I was okay or if I needed help. I didn't know if I could keep going like I was.

"I'm alive."

Was I? If that was the case, then why did it hurt so much when I was alone?

"That's not enough to be okay." She told me, and as right as she was, it wasn't enough to figure out what I needed to be okay.

"It's enough to keep going."

"It's not."

"It has to be because if I'm not okay, then all the faith my family and my heroes put into me is wasted. But even if I'm a hero, I can never make up for the things my father did. I can't live up to the expectations people have for me or be the same kind person my mother was. I'm a patchwork of people, and at the end of the day, it makes me nothing."

It slipped out, and I wanted to feel shame, but I just felt tired, pinching the bridge of my nose and laying my head back against the fridge.

"Izuku..." She reached out for my hand, like she was unsure if she should take it, but she did, and it made me want to break down then and there.

"Come here." She told me before her arms wrapped around me, holding me, and it blocked out the pain of the world for a moment.

"I'm tired, Momo." I mumbled, and I wanted to cry, but I kept it bottled.

"It's okay. Come rest." She told me softly, pulling me over to the couch. I wouldn't admit it then, but this moment would be one that got me through the tough times ahead.

Silence filled the space in between as my legs stuck out over the edge of the couch, my head resting on a pillow while she played with my hair. It was what i imagined heaven was.

I don't know how long i laid there, ignoring looks from my classmates as they passed, ignoring the buzzing of my phone. The lights turned down as I looked up into her onyx eyes.

"Do you wanna something that's been bugging me lately? I don't know what my father looked like, but I don't care too much. But my mother? He said i look like her, but I don't know if he was just messing with me. I don't remember what my mother looks like."

The words stung, and I turned my head while wallowing in my self-pity a little longer, looking at the coffee table and my still buzzing phone. No matter how much I pretended that it didn't hurt.

I remembered the portrait of the Wayne family. Bruce got to know what they looked like. Maybe that was why his pain had pushed him to be Batman. He remembered them.

A yawn slipped out, and i knew everything else was gonna work out. It'd be hard work, but I'm wasn't giving up. I wanted to be the kind of person my new family can be proud of, someone who helps without a second thought. I wanted to be a lot of things.

"I'm glad you're immune to me. It's nice knowing you like me for me." I admitted, shutting my eyes as the exhaustion took hold, and I had that weird dream again, yellow eyes and pointy teeth, but this time, I could make out an old timey outfit, and a cane that looked like an old microphone.

Waking up, I saw Momo scrolling on her phone as I wondered why my alarm hadn't gone off. I should be getting ready for class. We both should.

"Good morning." She told me, and as I sat up, I felt refreshed. Like I'd actually gotten a good night's sleep for once, even with my weird dream.

Squealing from the other side of the couch alerted me to the other cute girl on the couch next to my leg, Beatrix snorting in her sleep.

"Why didn't you wake me up? You should have slept in your bed." I asked, leaning down to kiss her and tasting my morning breath. Hell no. I'd kiss her after I brushed my teeth.

"It didn't hurt to sleep here. Besides, once Koda got your pig from your room, she didn't want to move from your side. Oh, and because -" she pulled me down, her lips meeting mine before pulling away.

"I like you. But if you tell anyone else, I'll thoroughly deny it." She joked, and I think it was when I fell hard.

"Pinky promise?" I asked softly, and when she nodded, I kissed her, the two of us having a moment before a cough from the kitchen forced us apart, Bakugou standing there with a sports bottle filled with a green liquid, a black tank top and shorts telling us he'd just finished an early morning workout.

"Keep that shit out of public spaces." He half yelled before walking over and pushing something into my chest, which I held there awkwardly.

"Why is no one in class? I mean, it's Saturday. Did no one think to wake me? Did I get class canceled?" I asked, looking at the cover of the book. It was like one of those photo albums you see in movies. Leathery outside, the outside of the pages were smooth from the plastic that preserved whatever memories were inside.

"It's Sunday dumbass!" He yelled now, and I counted the days on my fingers before I shrugged. I wasn't going to argue.

"So what's with the book?" I questioned, flipping it open and seeing the first picture, green eyes and hair staring back at me. The slender woman in the photo was beautiful and kind looking.

"Mother?" I asked, my voice breaking as I stared back at a face I'd forgotten. My father was right. I looked so much like her.

"I overheard what you said, told my mom, and she had photos of your mom since they grew up together." He told me, and I noticed the school logo on her shirt. A clue to finding out more about her later.

"Bakugou, I know you're just gonna say some shit about how you didn't do this for me, or whatever it is you do, but thank you." I told him, looking at my mothers face again after so long.

"Yeah, well, whatever." He grumbled, walking off and leaving me, as I flipped to the next, a man with white hair standing next to my mother, her stomach round, and a smile on her face. My parents, when they were happy.

"Izuku?" Momo asked, and I remembered I wasn't alone here, taking a seat next to her and showing her every image. Just last night, I had no idea what my mother looked like, and now I was showing off pictures to my girlfriend.

I didn't know how much I missed her until right now. I'd been so focused on just surviving and all the changes to my life, I hadn't had a lot of time to think about it.

Today was a good day. A great day, even. My life was looking up, even with a mountain of worry I still had to deal with. And I hadn't even had breakfast yet.

To whoever brought my food inside and put in the fridge, I owed them my life. That burger and fries slapped so hard when I heated it up, eating it and sharing my weird melty milkshake that had gotten stored in the freezer, scrolling through my phone before a siren rang out, and my phone started to blare an emergency warning. Up in the sky portals had been spotted, parademons coming down.

"Can't catch a fuckin' break." I complained, already moving and working on making a bunch of living plants, hoping to even the odds a but.

Outside, I could see them trying to take people. They were going to make them into more parademons.

"This is stupid!" I yelled, feeling the power in my legs and jumping, smacking into the parademon and grabbing the man in his grip.

"You're gonna be okay. Just keep moving." I told him, using vines to slow my fall and set him down, already moving to keep helping. How did I kill a parademon? I wasn't strong enough. I didn't know how to use One-For-All. I was going to fail. People were going to die.

"This is where I will begin my conquest."

A voice spoke, and I knew we were cooked. If it was any leader of Darkseids army, no heroes in Japan were going to be able to handle this.

Peeking up, I could see the conqueror. It wasn't just any army general. It was him. Darkseid himself, and no one who could even stand a chance against him was here.

"Oh shit." I managed to get out before three things happened. First, a flash of red light from the eyes of Darkseid hit me. Second, a white flash of energy came down from the sky, enveloping me. Third, a red flash of something moved me, and I looked up into the face of the fastest man alive, right before pain erupted across my body, like fire was overtaking my entire body, and suddenly, I was falling to the ground, confused at the lack of parademons and chaos and Darkseid. They couldn't just disappear without a trace, right? There had been destroyed buildings and death, and it was just all... gone.

Getting to my feet, the pain that had overtook my body was gone, leaving me with a mild soreness. Now I just needed to figure out what the hell was happening, and then I could finish my burger. Yeah, that sounded good to me.

I didn't have my school ID on me, but then again, an army had just been here. Wait, was I in the past? Or was this the future? I had been hit by two separate energies at once, and it wasn't the weirdest thing that happened to superheroes.

Jumping the gate, I was starting to really like One-For-All and the athletic boost it gave me. Even at what felt like the tip of the iceberg, it gave me more than enough power to do some pretty cool things.

The alarms went off, and I cursed under my breath. If this was the past, they wouldn't have me registered. If it was the future, they probably thought I was dead.

"Intruder alert. Intruder alert. Students should calmly make their way to the nearest safety zone. Hero course students, please suit up and wait on standby."

That sucked, but how could I make this about me in the funniest or most dramatic way possible?

Quickly, I used vines and roots to make makeshift armor and mask, small flowers blooming into the shape of an upside down bat symbol.

"You should just give up." I heard a man's voice say before cement covered my body.

"Woah, Cementoss. Calm down sensei, it's just me, Izuku." I tried to explain, turning into gas and freeing myself.

"A bold claim, but one that is untrue!" He replied, cement flying up and through me.

"Oh, that it is it!" I pulled the mask off and scowled at him.

"Don't worry, I've got him." I heard Aizawa say, standing there and using his quirk, his capture cloth going through me too.

"I'm coming down to talk because this is just plain weird." I told them, slowing moving down towards them and putting my right hand on my hip.

"Will the hero course students from 1-A and 1-B come outside to help deal with the trespasser? Remember, this is not a drill." I heard Nezus voice over the intercom, and I figured we could figure this all out soon enough.

"Smaaaash!" I heard from someone whose voice i didn't recognize, but it was familiar all the same, right before they went sailing through me fist first, sliding for a second before turning on their feet, and I could see my face staring back.

"What the actual fuck?!"