Heya folks! Sorry for the bloody long wait. I kinda… Forgot my promise? And my PC's keyboard is malfunctioning so my typing is basically at half of my peak. Well, that's but an excuse and is thus totally unacceptable. Anyway, SMASH - /cuYSXesV5j Also, A hearty thanks to TwinstarDragon for always reviewing! I look forward to your responses even in the future.

And to all other reviewers as well! I love each and every one of you! To the extent any author can to their readers. To an apparently unhealthy extent.

England! awake! awake! awake!

Jerusalem thy Sister calls!

Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death

And close her from thy ancient walls?

Thy hills and valleys felt her feet

Gently upon their bosoms move:

Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways:

Then was a time of joy and love.

And now the time returns again:

Our souls exult, and London's towers

Receive the Lamb of God to dwell

In England's green and pleasant bowers.

"I'm so, so proud of you! My little girl, all grown up and ready for highschool! My little Izuku got into U.A!"

Kyū loved her mom. Truly, she did. But being pampered for over a half-hour straight on her first day of highschool was a bit… much.

She would be the first to admit that the girl's uniform stipulated to her by U.A made her look especially cute. But she had to correct her mom.

"Mom, you know that I'm both a guy and a girl right? This form," Kyū gestured to herself as a whole, "isn't a permanent thing. I'm going to figure out how to turn into a guy eventually, when Griffon decides to stop taking a nap and help me out. I got this nagging feeling that he knows what's going on. Maybe I should take up Shishou's offer?"

When nothing happened, Kyū simply sighed and ate her breakfast. Unlike when she was a guy, Kyū preferred to eat her food slowly, savouring each and every bite. To Inko, her child looked most demure while also being the cutest being in the whole world.

"I know that, my Izuku. But that won't stop me from spoiling you rotten when you're as open about your feelings as you are now. I haven't seen you ask for anything other than hero figurines since you were… Actually, ever! I had to drag you everywhere to shop! Please have pity on your poor mother, this one time, Izuku."

Despite the bright smile on her mother's face, Kyū could see how much her accepting to being pampered meant. So she smiled her brightest smile at her mother, and got hit in the face by a bright flash of light.

"That's one for the history books. I have to fill at least three of them before you manage to figure out the way to turn back. I'm sure your tattoos are lovely, my dear, but they aren't very photogenic. Do you want some milk today to wash down your meal?"

"Photogenic? My tattoos are very photogenic! Toshi-Sensei and I spent ages studying my tattoos and they were praised for their incredible detail and linework! In fact, I was at the edge of proving that they… moved." Kyū silenced herself at the gleeful look her mom was giving her. She hadn't really given her mom an exposition dump like that since before the Incident.

"I'd like some hot milk with sugar please."

"What about your diet, Kyū-Chan?"

"I need something sweet down my throat, mom."

"Alright, but this is the last time, got it?"

"Yes, mom. It's getting late, I should go."

"Check your bag to make sure it doesn't have any All Might figurines!"

"Mom! It was one time! I was seven!"

"Never hurts to check, my dear." Inko looked over her daughter with a scrutinising, yet fond eye. "Are you sure that's a tie around your neck, Izuku? Are you experimenting with cravats? Are cravats coming into fashion?"

Kyū was confused. What was her mom talking about? She looked down and saw her tie. It was a bit shoddily tied, but it was fine.

Her mom sighed fondly and hugged her tightly. Their argument had done a lot of good to their relationship, but Inko had gotten a bit more touch-starved compared to before. Before letting her go, Inko whispered into Kyū's ear, "that is not a tie that is a bit shoddily tied, dear. Please ask your dear Toshi-Sensei to teach you how to tie one properly later, okay?"

Kyū didn't know where that came from, but the very idea of asking All Might to help tie her tie made her a blushing, stuttering mess on the floor.

Once she recovered, she posed for her mom to take pictures. She had to admit that the uniforms were quite fashionable, but she really was running quite late.

"Raise your hand in a peace sign, Kyū-Chan. Remember, when you don't know to breathe, just shout out at the top of your lungs. I love you! Tell Katsuki-Kun to drop by sometime too! I'll be waiting for you with your favourite Katsudon, so please hurry home today!"

As Kyū walked away from her home, she wondered who on Earth Katsuki-Kun was, and why thinking about him gave her such a huge headache.

She shrugged off her negativity and smiled wide. She was going to U.A! Her dream school! Nothing was ever gonna stop her happiness today! This was the best day ever and the best time to throw up a peace sign. Like her mom said!

—

"If you continue like this, you'll face off against a Villain and die an unspeakably gruesome death, All Might!"

Yagi Toshinori was a man of simple means. Being the Number One Hero meant that he was also one of the richest people in Japan, but nobody would think so, if they were to see his living situation.

Toshinori lived in a simple two-storey house at the edge of the thriving metropolis that was Tokyo. It was a simple thing that might be found all over Japan. It was not the kind of place someone might suspect the Number One Hero to reside in.

Which, of course, made it the perfect place for the Number One Hero to reside in. The exterior did not bely a fancy interior, however. The place was exactly what it appeared to be, a simple home, if for a not-so-simple man.

Toshinori woke up from his sleep huffing and puffing, instinctively trying to get a lungful of air as he snapped out of the despair that had sunk into him by the conclusion of his nightmare.

It got harder every single day.

At least, until he had that fortuitous encounter with the boy who would become his successor. The boy, who was also a girl right now but that's not the point, had managed to brighten his day with his shining smile and bright expressions.

It used to be that Toshinori dreamed of that day every single day, his greatest failure that had come after his greatest triumph. It was ironic, really.

Midoriya Izuku, the child who went by the pseudonym of Kyū, must never know this, but he was more like Toshinori than he could ever know.

Toshinori's house was packed wall to wall with hero merch. Nobody ever came to this place when they could go to his agency instead. Of course, that had been the entire purpose of building the showy symbol of his fame that was Might Tower.

Toshinori felt a twinge in his side as he got up. The pain, despite what he assured Recovery Girl, had not really faded much ever since he had woken up after that fight. It felt like there was someone stabbing his side with a long serratted blade every two seconds, and it was absolutely nothing compared to the pain Toshinori felt when he saw someone in front of him who he couldn't help.

That was how he spent the vast majority of his time now. Sometimes, Toshinori wondered if that had been the plot of that rat bastard when he had aimed for his side instead of his heart when Toshinori had smashed apart his brains.

A slow, painful death where he would slowly become more and more decrepit with every passing day was definitely a torture that flaming pile of toxic waste would cook up. Toshinori wouldn't let simple chronic pain so extreme that it would have crippled any ordinary man slow him down. Much.

In the six years since his battle against that pile of nuclear waste that somehow gained sentience, Toshinori had funded, started and had otherwise invested in the improvement of the lives of those who had been oppressed unseen. It was slow work with uncertain results, but it was working.

Toshinori checked the clock as he contemplated his life choices while sipping his breakfast, which was as tasty as ever.

Toshinori quickly changed into his 'work clothes', them being a three-piece suit and tie in a very lovely yellow that perfectly paired with his hair. He buffed up a block away from his house and set forth for his workplace.

I wonder how well Izuku is right now? What the hell even was the deal with my boy simply turning into a girl out of the blue? At least h- she had the same ease with the handling of One For All that I did. It would have been awkward to hand him over to Gran Torino-Sensei after he broke a couple of bones.

A cat meowed from the top of a nearby tree, much to the protest of a child underneath said tree, presumably the cat's owner.

All Might sighed silently, but broadened the smile on his face as he headed to the tree in question. A Hero's work is never done!

—

Kyū had many, many days wherein she had felt a 'bad omen', so to speak. None of them, however, were accompanied by the sparks of viridian lightning that seemed to accompany her present tingle of impending doom.

On the one hand, she was very, very excited about her first day at U.A. It was U.A and she was going to the Heroics Department, just as she had been hoping and dreaming ever since she had been a little boy!

The trip to school was about a half-hour long, and Kyū jolted herself more times than she cared to count. She might or might not have shorted some poor salaryman's phone on accident as well.

The man had been crying out loud for some reason after a bolt of green lightning jolted his phone. Kyū had not stuck around to see the exact reason for his suffering. She promised internally to make it up to him the next time she met him.

And so, proceeding to walk past the very impressive front gate of U.A, wherein she was sure she heard a voice at the back of her head asking if it was compensating for something, the Heroes Memorial in the reception area, and finally, into the school building proper.

The walk from the entrance to where she was currently took her twenty minutes. Kyū heard laughter even as she rushed through the building wherein her class was (allegedly) located. By the time she found it, her hair was sparking upwards and her build-up of charge was getting ridiculous.

Kyū could feel her inner demon bird getting riled up at something. In fact, he seemed to get worse even as she approached the door that held behind it the first instance of her highschool life.

Kyū could hear voices behind the door as she approached it. She could hear the voice of one overly strict boy who seemed to be scolding someone else for improper behaviour in the classroom and… disrespecting that which once belonged to his seniors? What?

Kyū felt a tap on her shoulder as she reached out to open the door. She eyed the humongous door regretfully as she turned to see Tooru smiling at her hopefully.

Kyū let out a very feminine squeal of delight as she hugged her favourite allegedly invisible girl. Who squealed louder than her and hugged her back.

"I'm sooo sorry, I forgot to catch your name last time. I was nervous and I was supposed to meet a friend and then I forgot to tell him where exactly I was I guess so he got lost and we never met up and I was sad so I just ranted to you like it was the right thing to do. I'm so sorry!"

Tooru bowed down before Kyū as she spoke, repeatedly, even as her voice grew more and more excitable with every word. Kyū really had no idea on what she should do in such a situation and remained silent. The silence lasted all of two seconds before a zap of green lightning snapped Kyū out of her funk.

She smiled at the beautiful girl in front of her, with her unruly hair that was a colour that couldn't be described in mere words. Her smile broadened as she saw how much Tooru brightened at her expression. The girl was seriously easy to read.

"No problem! We're going to be classmates after all!" Kyū snickered a bit and added in a conspiratorial whisper, "my name's Midoriya Izuku, and you can call me Kyū, beautiful lady!"

Leaving a dumbfounded girl invisible to all eyes but hers behind her, Kyū opened the doors to her classroom of her hero academia.

What she saw inside was not what she expected. She didn't know what exactly she had been expecting, but what she found inside had most definitely not been it.

Kyū didn't particularly recognise anybody she found within the classroom, other than the girl she had rescued from the Zero Pointer in the Entrance Exams. Her lightning seemed to rebel against her like a horse bucking and rearing against a particularly hated rider.

Kyū looked towards the source of the drama she had heard from outside the door and locked eyes with a sandy haired kid who had his feet kicked up against his desk and didn't look to be paying a single iota of attention to the dressing-down the rather severe looking kid with blue hair and glasses seemed to be giving him.

Instead, he seemed to be paying a lot of attention on Kyū of all people. He was looking at her like he knew her, which was absurd. Kyū didn't know any sandy haired kid growing up. Midoriya Izuku had no friends growing up.

Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Shadow, you got your turn, now it's mine.

Kyū blinked at that thought that had popped up from nowhere. She walked towards her seat, which happened to be directly next to the sandy haired kid. Her lightning got stronger the closer she got to him, until finally, when they were within arms reach of each other and he was looking her in the eye with a question clearly on his lips, it happened.

Kyū blew up in a self-contained explosion of green lightning, transforming into a male form that was quite different from the one he had before. He had, naturally, transmuted onto himself the male student's uniform from the one he had been wearing before. It would have been quite awkward, elsewise.

He calmly went to his seat and dropped his bag, before turning to Bakugou Katsuki. Kyū will not remember the brat, but Kyū most assuredly did. Griffon was a bird of petty grudges and long memory, after all.

And Kyū, as he was right now, with his slicked back hair, casual arrogance and immense charm that oozed off of his every movement, was most definitely more Griffon than not.

Kyū knew that his time as himself was… limited. Already he could feel himself slipping, forming Kyū as he should be in his form. But he had things to do, words to say. Griffon most certainly wouldn't say them, he had no right.

He had words that should only ever be spoken from the mouth of Midoriya Izuku to his once-best-friend, Bakugou Katsuki.

Of course, even as Bakugou tried to recollect himself, the blue-haired boy whom Kyū vaguely remembered from the Entrance Exams switched targets from the short-fused explosive in blonde coating to Kyū for his abrupt and extreme Quirk use in an unnecessary situation, especially given his status as an esteemed Hero Course student of the best Hero School in Japan, and perhaps the whole world.

Had Kyū been in his right mind, he would have probably smiled even as he apologised from the depths of his heart to the overly sincere guy in front of him. It was touching, really, how someone can be so obnoxious out of context and yet remain so endearing with just a little bt of the same.

Sadly, Kyū wasn't in his right mind, so, with lightning still buzzing all around him filling the air with the smell of ozone, he got up and hugged the boy, who was still scolding him. "We're gonna be great friends!" Kyū said loudly with a shit-eating grin on his face.

With the blue-screened blue haired boy behind him, Kyū looked towards the boy he had once referred to as 'Kacchan'. He seemed to be deep in thought as he looked at Kyū. He was close to figuring it out, but he clearly wasn't there yet.

Kyū felt sparks as he walked towards Bakugou. He sighed and backed off. He turned to the girl he felt would be most likely to have a mirror or something he could see himself with. She was nice, if a little dumbfounded by his sheer casualness and… his everything.

She was a nice girl, who handed him the mirror with a bright smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye that was a bit unsettling for some reason beyond Kyū's own understanding. Unlike his other forms, Kyū had hair that was easily tamed. One singular swipe of his hand and it had swept backwards.

Kyū looked, for all intents and purposes, by his own reckoning, like a mob boss. The Griffon in him made his smile just a touch more mischievous than usual, his posture a slight degree more intimidating, and his powers made his clothes just a bit too intimidating.

Scratch all that, Kyū looked like he hit his teenage angst phase Inko had been worried about since Izuku had turned six and had crayon-coloured blueprints for world domination (with All Might, of course) and had henceforth been regulated to at least two hours of All-Might Time everyday till he hit eleven. Not that he ever complained, of course, it was All Might!

Kyū still had verdant hair, the scrawny physique of Midoriya Izuku that made him look about twenty meals off from 'healthy' and way too roguish of a grin on his face, that, coincidentally was free of freckles and blemishes but did have a singular dimple, that the pink-skinned girl with the cute lavender blush most certainly did notice, thank you very much and perhaps most concernedly of all…

He didn't have his cane out.

Kyū always kept their cane close at hand when they could help it because they tended to run out of battery like an old TV remote. That is to say, unexpectedly and with the weirdest possible timing.

But of course, nobody would know this fact, for Kyū is new to everything there, as is everybody else. Other than a certain hero currently helping an old man cross a road even as he assured him that absolutely nothing would go wrong even as he wrings his hands about the flowers and chocolate he had bought his wife in the hospital for their anniversary and that she would be absolutely fine with a reassuring smile on his face that never, ever wavers.

Kyū felt his smile widen as the school bell rang and he took his seat for the first time in his highschool career.

As he got hit in the face with a P.E uniform, Kyū thought of how he was right where he wanted to be.

His medallion glinted in the sunlight as Kyū started his first day of highschool.

Elsewhere

"Doctor, is E.N.D ready yet, for his mission?"

"The modifications demanded by you, my Master, were revolutionary! It took some work and a bit more elbow grease than I'd like to admit, but All Might's reign of boring peace shall come to an end!"

"Excellent. And what of my young apprentice?"

"He has not been modified in any way, as you have requested, Master."

"Good. How far beyond expectations has dear E.N.D gone for us, my doctor?"

"He has shattered all expectations! His Quirk, its revolutionary! Already, it proved several of my conjectures and allowed me to break free from the need of petty incompetent minions that would serve you in no meaningful way!"

"As a test, use your, what did you call them again?"

"Originally, my Master, I had expected the Noumu to be my crowning achievement, my magnum opus, my legacy for the ages! But now, I can go even further beyond! All I would need would be some subjects, and two days for the experiment to stabilise. They shall be the white and gold Knights of your return!"

"Doctor…"

"Yes, my Master, they're your Alto and Bianco Angelos!"

"Quite a catchy name, Doctor. I approve. Go beyond, you said?"

"Master?"

"Nothing, I just found it quite... amusing. Lets go Plus Ultra when the time comes, then?"

"Yes sir. Exactly! The blonde buffoon won't know what hit him! I'll send his remains back to the moon for what he did to your Eminence!"

"Doctor! Never speak of that incident!"

"I'm sorry, Master. It's all ready, as I have said. When should young Tomura attack? What will he call his 'Party', so to speak?"

"Let him do it himself, every child needs to be given freedom to grow properly."

"Of course, sir, is that all?"

"Yes. That is all. Oh, and Kurogiri?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Make sure to not bring out E.N.D till the time comes."

"Of course, sir."

I wonder... is END even a real thing? Is it merely an idea? Maybe it is the friendship all along?

No? Ahem.

Anyway, hiya folks! We are getting dangerously close to running out of stockpile. Chapter 11 is about halfway done, or a third, depending on how you see things. Is that too far? Ahem- /cuYSXesV5j