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Sweet dreams form a shade,

O'er my lovely infants head.

Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,

By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.

Weave thy brows an infant crown.

Sweet sleep Angel mild,

Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,

Hover over my delight.

Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,

All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,

Chase not slumber from thy eyes,

Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,

All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,

All creation slept and smil'd.

Sleep sleep, happy sleep.

While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,

Holy image I can trace.

Sweet babe once like thee.

Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,

When he was an infant small.

Thou his image ever see.

Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,

Who became an infant small,

Infant smiles are His own smiles,

Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

Since Kyū very nearly crushed himself under a solid metal safe that weighed more than four times he did in Dagobah, two months have passed.

In this period, Kyū got one of his dearest dreams fulfilled, in that he got to visit Might Tower, if only to let All Might figure out the extent his body was enhanced. Of course, All Might let him keep whatever memorabilia he desired.

It was quite frankly, heaven.

Kyū took only three limited edition items, however, because All Might had told him, in no uncertain terms, that if he took more, he would be asked to give away one of his own All Might memorabilia to the flea market.

It was a very grave threat that fulfilled its purpose wonderfully. Kyū took no longer than five minutes to find what he wanted most. He was promised more visits every time he overcame another step in his training.

All Might did not make false promises. Even if they came back to bite him not even thirty minutes later, when a very smug protege and sulking mentor came back to claim an extra piece of merch, because said protege's Quirk had basically given him a great all-around boost in physicality, bringing him past the minimum needed to host One For All safely.

Not that the mentor told the kid, of course. Instead, feeling a bit petty, he took a page out of his own mentor's book and slapped the kid with ultra-compressed weights.

Roughly twice how much the kid's body weighed, to be exact, with strict instructions to never remove them except when asleep.'

All Might also shifted his training from pure muscle building to one more built around endurance and stamina, letting him have a swimmer's build instead of a bodybuilder's.

It took Kyū a month to finish a quarter of the beach. It was at this point that All Might let him start experimenting with his Quirk.

His Quirk, that was absolutely nonsensical.

First, there was Griffon, who could generate a lot of electricity that for some reason cannot be measured by any conventional device in whatever way he so pleases.

From calling forth small lightning bolts to generating a small but extremely strong electromagnetic field around himself to simply being able to throw lightning. This much on its own would have been enough for Kyū to proudly call himself a Pro Hero.

But, of course, there was more.

Griffon had told Kyū that he was a nightmare given form, the sum of all the hurtful words said to the boy named Midoriya Izuku.

What that meant was that he himself was unkillable, as Kyū and All Might found out when a particularly large pile of junk fell on top of him, disintegrating him immediately.

Interestingly however, Kyū noted that instead of returning to him in an incorporeal form, like he expected for some reason, the big brash green bird turned into a green basketball-sized perfect sphere that glowed when he was within five feet of it.

He found that it took something from within him, and the closer he remained to it, the faster it drained the something.

After lots and lots and lots of experiments, which Griffon didn't protest too much to, Kyū got a precise chart on how much his closeness correlated to the speed by which Griffon regenerated. One other thing Kyū learned, entirely by chance, was that nightmares feel no pain.

It was Shadow who told him that.

Shadow, who Kyū had been using pretty much as a body pillow by night and not much else. His femininity.

She was the one to tell him that neither she nor Griffon could feel any pain whatsoever.

It was a weird experience.

In other news, Kyū dropped out of middle school, opting to instead get his diploma online. Once he explained to his mom that he had found a mentor willing to help him through the physical part of the entrance exam, she had jumped onto the bandwagon with extreme ease.

It had taken Kyū a week to get around to explaining his Quirk properly to his mom, mainly for the obvious reasons, them being that he did not know what his Quirk was exactly, and that he had tattoos as a consequence.

It was his tattoos that betrayed him, not his motormouth for once. Kyū got his middle school diploma within a month of dropping out of Aldera. It had been insultingly easy.

Focused fully on one-upping All Might's training regiment, which was quite honestly an impossibility, even with the wishing fountain that was Kyū's Quirk, Kyū was the obedient student until his body acclimated.

In other news, Kyū was shooting up like a bamboo sprout. Over the two months, he had grown six inches, putting him quite close to six feet in height, and he had absolutely nothing to wear other than the punk-gothic outfit he had taken from that store that seemed to have grown with him.

And so it was time to go on a shopping trip. Kyū had been pushing himself a bit too hard for a week anyway, so an extra rest day would simply be doing him a favour.

Kyū absent-mindedly thinks on how he, Kyū, never actually set foot on the middle school that his records say was his refuge (Griffon guffawed somewhere in the back of Kyū's head, only silenced by a look from Shadow) and that he did not know anybody his own age at all.

What Kyū remembered of Izuku's time at Aldera was spotty at best and downright nothing at worst. He remembered the places, the cafeteria workers, the syllabus…

But the people Midoriya Izuku interacted with normally? Kyū's got zilch. It was something he had been thinking about, off and on as his training intensified, as All 'call me Toshinori' Freaking Might tried his best to train his seemingly inexhaustible body up.

For all he knew, All Might could might as well make him learn capoeira to increase his stamina next or something. Spending hours on end running with multiple weights on was boring.

Kyū suddenly felt an ominous shiver run down his back, like he signed his own death warrant. He shrugged it off. His life had been really goddang weird since he had been born. He wouldn't be surprised if he did somehow sign his own death warrant.

Kyū walks into the shopping mall with all of the purpose of a sixteen year old girl with a full purse and a day to fill.

As he moved from shop to shop, he did not notice how Shadow aided his steps, taking him slightly farther than he really should be able to with each step, and how Griffon had not spoken a single word since he had stepped off of the train.

Kyū really had no idea what to do with so much money that he wasn't just spending on merch, so he just wandered the mall, searching for something to catch his eye and help lighten his overflowing wallet.

Or so was the plan, until he was hit by what Kyū could only describe as a glowing green blur. A green blur that bounces off of him and hit the ground. Hard. It took him only a second that he had bumped into someone hard enough to make their butt hit the floor.

"I'm so sorry! Were you hurt? Do you need anything? I'm so sorry for running into-"

When Kyū met the eyes of the girl her had caused such hurt to, his brain simply short circuited. There was only one thought in his mind when he saw the girl pout cutely and stare at him with angered tears in her eyes, eyes that were looking at him like he was a puzzle to solve.

"So- So cute!"

Fifteen Minutes Prior, Not Too Far Away

Hagakure Tooru was having an excellent day. She had taken a day off from school and had decided to treat herself to a shopping trip!

She had been meaning to go on a shopping trip for herself for a while. Her body had decided that turning fifteen also meant that absolutely nothing she wore before should fit her now. At least, on the top end. Her bottom end had mostly decided that slim was the way to go.

Not that Tooru didn't appreciate it! It was nice to know that her figure would be absolutely killer when she finishes growing, provided she doesn't fall to the very, very tempting vice that had caused many greats before her to fall.

Delicious, aromatic, oily foooood. Tooru wasn't like some of the girls in her class who borderline starved themselves to maintain their figure, hell she didn't really know that she had a figure until… certain events… made them readily apparent.

Tooru does not want to talk, or think, about The Soup Incident. She knows enough and it would never, ever, ever, ever, ever happen again.

Incidentally, Tooru had never go near Quirk-infused soup wearing cotton on her bucket list now. Who knew that food could make the loose-fitting and comfortable (not to mention cute, cute is justice, after all!) school uniform Tooru wear react so explosively.

Not a single boy who had seen Tooru that day after that incident had managed to look in her general direction without turning red as a tomato and reducing their language mastery by several grades.

It would have been funny, if it didn't so wholly mortify her. That had been a couple months prior. Tooru really never had the chance to actually go to the mall by herself before, so that was a plus too!

It really was unlucky that her mortification had fallen upon her right at the beginning of a strenuous exam cycle. Tooru's school wasn't really stringent or anything, but the exam cycles could bring her to tears. In fact, they did! Multiple times!

Tooru looked around the mall with wide eyes, hugging her jacket closer to herself to make sure people don't bump into her on accident or something. Being invisible had its perks, but not when a girl wants the full shopping experience!

Tooru felt a twinge of sadness at that. She knew that she should have brought a gaggle of friends along with her to support her in her endeavour (Ha! Endeavour! Tooru did have a basic vocabulary. Take that, teach!) but the fact was that she really didn't have close enough friends.

Oh, Tooru loved to gossip and chat with her classmates, but that's all they were. Classmates. She could confidently bet that if asked, they would all say that her favourite colour was hot pink and that she didn't know how to put on makeup!

Newsflash! Her favourite colour was a very soft orange, like the fruit! It's so annoying sometimes when everyone thinks she's so much shallower than she actually is. She may be a bit ditzy, but Tooru ain't a girl who sees only skin deep! She knew how to put on makeup too! On her dad, but that counts!

Tooru was lost in her thoughts and speed walking towards whatever her subconscious had decided would be a good first shop to start off her day with when she collided with a brick wall.

A brick wall that immediately rushed to her where she sat on a very sore butt and injured tailbone. The wall began apologising profusely for getting in her way, which was odd. If Tooru had judged the boy in front of her solely based on his clothes, she would have nailed him for 'punk' and stayed far away from him.

But on the floor, as her butt began to freeze, when she looked at the same boy again, his smile as he tried to reassure her while he was clearly panicking himself, was practically blinding.

Tooru spent a lot of her time people watching. It was a fun activity, especially when those being watched cannot see the watcher. She had spent hours upon hours just looking at how people interacted with other people, and perhaps more importantly, how people acted when they thought they were alone.

So, seeing the timid yet blinding smile on the boy before her's face, Tooru immediately pegged him for 'future top hero' and 'All Might fanboy'.

What can she say? She has a gift.

But her thoughts came screeching to a halt when the boy called her 'cute'. His face turning the colour of a ripe strawberry would have been funny had Tooru not feel the heat rising up hers as well. She was invisible! What was the boy thinking, calling her cute? That had to be the worst pickup line she had ever-

Except the boy looked absolutely, 100% sincere. He was utterly mortified, like his mouth opened before his brain could catch up and reapply the broken filter.

Tooru could relate.

But could that mean that he could see the invisible girl?

Tooru felt her heart jump up to her mouth at the thought and grabbed his hand, ignored his stutters, and dragged him to a nearby cafe.

She ordered the sweetest drink they had for herself and a simple chocolate shake for the boy. You can never go wrong with a chocolate shake.

So she plopped herself down on a small table and invited him to sit opposite her. They simply sat there awkwardly until their drinks were served.

The boy remained silent as Tooru loudly slurped her drink, staring at him all the while. It was only when she finished, politely putting the disposable cup in the trash bin nearby and slammed her hands on the table, did he open his mouth. Although, what he said was very much not what she had expected.

"Wha- Hey, that's rude! What if the shake fell on me? I'm wearing leather today, so I really won't mind, but it's the principle of the matter!"

Tooru decided then and there that the cute freckled boy in front of her had absolutely no brain to mouth filter. So she asked the question burning deep within her to him straight.

"Why did you call me cute?"

The boy immediately turned a shade of red commonly found in strawberries and apologised profusely. He kept sipping the shake in his hand all the while. It was like he thought it would be impolite to not drink what she gave him or something.

That… That couldn't be it, could it? Surely not. The boy dressed like a punk cutting school! There was absolutely no possible way he could be that pure. Tooru briefly wondered, as the boy, red-faced and viridian-haired, doing his best impression of a constipated strawberry. Tooru knew that the boy in front of her wore his heart on his sleeve, and chose to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Looking back, Tooru would admit to anyone who asked (and many, many who didn't) that it was the best decision of her life.

"What about me is cute, you think?"

Tooru had a teasing smile on her face as she asked the boy, completely expecting him to fumble the answer.

He answered her with absolutely zero hesitation and with extreme confidence. "Your hair! It is the prettiest shade of green I've ever seen, and the way you brushed it made it seem so elegant! It was pretty close with your eyes, since they're the same colour, and I should shut up now, shouldn't I? I tend to ramble when I get nervous or excited, I'm so, soooo sorry!"

Tooru, utterly gobsmacked, looked at the boy wonder in front of her and asked a question she wanted an answer nobody could ever give.

"Can-" Tooru choked a bit. She hadn't ever asked it seriously before! It's straining her heart! "Can you see me, greenie?"

Oh, fudge biscuits.

She had not meant to give the greenie before her a nickname.

Before she could apologise, the boy burst into laughter. Laughter so infectious that it spread to her within seconds. Truly one of the most infectious diseases in the world, a good laugh.

"Sorry," he said, wiping a tear from his eye, a thousand-watt smile on his face, Tooru would have to get sunglasses just for that smile. It was even brighter than All Might's! Tooru had thought that was impossible!

Tooru realised that she was drifting and zoned back into the real world, where greenie (oh boy, that name's gonna stick, wasn't it?) was still smiling and hadn't begun to speak.

"It's just that I had a crisis of identity a couple months ago because of a nickname, and now you gave me a new one. It's no matter of urgency, mind you, just that it's funny to be given a nickname so soon after I… anyway, yes, I can see you. You're giving off a slight glow for me. If we were separated by a crowd, I'd probably spot you instantly."

Tooru could see the distraction for what it was, but got distracted when greenie's head caught up to his mouth's and he began to stutter out an apology for the incredibly touching things he said earlier.

"My name's Hagakure Tooru, but I think we're close enough to skip the pleasantries. So, call me Tooru, greenie!"

The boy in front of her stopped stammering and sighed deeply at that and smiled weakly at her. He seemed to gather up his courage for a bit before speaking.

His smile when he spoke was quiet, almost afraid. But it reassured Tooru a lot more than the bright everpresent smiles of All Might for some reason.

"I am Midoriya Izuku, but please, call me Kyū, Tooru-san. It's nice to meet you!"

Greenie was a very nice partner in conversation to Tooru, he knew a lot about lots of random stuff. All except fashion. Kyū was a level-nine fashion disaster. The very fact that his current outfit was put-together enough to give off an impression of any kind was a minor miracle of itself.

When Tooru told the same to him, he simply smiled cryptically and said that lightning won't strike the same spot twice.

They spent the whole day together picking out clothes for each other. Greenie, it would seem to Tooru, was partial to a lighter shade of green.

When Tooru headed home in the late evening, it was with a lighter purse, soaring heart, and too-heavy luggage. The best after-shopping problem one could have!

It was only weeks later, when Kyū had solidly entrenched himself in her as a best friend, did she realise that their first meeting had also doubled as a first date.

The smug smile on her mom's face when Tooru finally put the pieces together never truly went away.

Meanwhile, Kyū suffered greatly under the hands of All Might, who was very slowly understanding the appeal of sadism in teaching. Every month, his training would be switched up with something new to finally make him drop from exhaustion.

Not that All Might ever overworked Kyū. The man had a near supernatural sense of when Kyū pushed himself too hard, too fast, for too long. Kyū had come to All Might with an enhanced body and absolutely no idea how to use it.

All Might had insisted on cleaning the beach, because to be a hero was to serve the people. It was an ideal that Kyū fully subscribed to, but the way All Might made him clean the beach sometimes gave him trepidation.

After all, what do you call it when you are made to drag twenty three medium-sized cars behind you via chains across seven miles to a specific dump, with a time-limit?

Kyū was mostly certain it was Griffon egging him on that was pushing All Might over the edge of sadism. It was honestly quite frightening how easily the mouthy bird could make the Number One Hero follow his wishes.

Kyū's days now were filled with physical training, even if the kind of training could vary. For some reason, All Might had it in his mind that Kyū was more suited to kick-based martial arts and taught him various martial arts.

The Symbol of Peace was a martial genius. That was just about the only impression Kyū had of him whenever they fought. Even in his normal form and his hands literally tied behind his back, Kyū's master could and would easily make quick work of the half-person.

Since All Might, who asked Kyū to refer to him as either 'shishou' or 'Toshi-sensei' had gone progressively wilder in his pursuit of shaping his successor, Kyū did not really get to talk with his newfound friend much.

But, as much as Kyū's newfound social life suffered, his potential blossomed and bloomed like nothing All Might had ever seen. As much as the boy loved calling his mentor a martial monster and genius, his mentor had much the same to say for his own mentee.

Show the boy a trick one time, and he will never forget it. He'll bring the trick to his own fighting style and surprise you over a month later with the very same trick. This was the harsh lesson learned by All Might.

So, Kyū learned a variety of things. As long as he had the physical capability to pull off a trick, he will pull it off without fail.

Kyū also learned new things about his own Quirk, including, among other things, minor teleportation and self-duplication. He had a conversation with All Might regarding how his own Quirk felt like a stockpile of energy to use at his own whims, and before he knew it, All Might handed him a gun along with proper registrations.

Sometimes, Kyū forgets that his hero is an American at heart.

The gun registration opened a whole different can of worms, and the boy had to spend at least an hour everyday honing his skills.

Kyū didn't know if it was his own talent or his Quirk supplementing it, but he was an absolute natural with firearms. He was good enough that the police didn't see any problem with granting him a (provisional) general purpose firearms licence!

Eight months flew by, and with Kyū having so many things on his plate, he never really got around to cleaning the beach. All Might would have been fine with him delaying his acceptance of One For All, but…

But a turn of fate solidified Kyū's will to accept the torch. He will be the hero that will save everyone with a smile on his face! Just like his predecessor before him! He will never fail anyone ever again.

And so it came to be that Toshinori found himself on a spotless beach, with no trash in sight in the horizon, far beyond what he had asked his son successor.

He found the boy topless on top of a big sand dune looking at something in his hands, before shaking his head and screaming his heart out at the sight before him. Itt was a sight that could bring an old man to tears.

"So," Toshinori said, "you think you're ready now, fanboy? It's perfectly fine if you want to wait, you know. After-"

Kyū looked at his mentor and father figure and smiled for the first time in days. One of the things that made All Might choose him as his successor had been his brilliant smile, reminiscent of his own predecessor. The smile Toshinori saw right then would have put that one to shame by far.

"You're ready."

That was all he said. His apprentice had had his setback, and had encountered his own great wall. He had decimated it with extreme prejudice. Toshinori knew that he had made the right choice, that there would be no other fit for the great burden that would be One For All more than the boy in front of him.

"So…" the boy began awkwardly at the sight of his mentor looking at him with obvious pride on his face. Kyū's own face was flushed, but he persevered through his embarrassment.

"Remember this, young Kyū!" Toshinori tapped into One For All, bursting up into his full height and boomed, "some may say that Quirks are essential for a hero, that it is a mere quirk of fate that decides how suited you can be as a hero. But you!"

All Might dramatically pointed at his successor, who was enraptured by his speech already, "You have already proven them wrong! Remember this, and remember this well. This is a power that has been cultivated for eight generations for the sole purpose of overcoming evil, and in your perseverance in cleaning this beach, you have proven yourself worthy of it. There is a difference between power granted through luck and power earned. Have no doubt that you have earned this, my boy!"

The boy was crying freely at the end of Toshinori's tirade, which was good. It had been far, far too long in Toshinori's opinion since he had seen his young successor's watery smile.

"Thank you, All Might!"

"Good, now," Toshinori was back in his Hero form, feeling a bit mischievous, said, like his master before him, upon plucking a single strand of his hair

"Now, EAT THIS!"

The look on the boy's face made it absolutely worth it, in the humble opinion of Toshinori Yagi.

Elsewhere

"His Quirk! It's like nothing I have seen before! If only I had more time, I could do more than simply make Type-Angelos for the Master.

"Power. I have power."

"But why did I want power?"

"I- "

"You must serve the Master and Shigaraki Tomura."

"I must-"

"You must serve the Master and Shigaraki Tomura."

"I must... serve the-"

"You must serve your Master and Shigaraki Tomura."

"I must serve my Master... and... Shiga-"

"You must serve your Master and Shigaraki Tomura."

"I must serve my Master and Shigaraki Tomura."

"Master? He is ready."

"Good. Now it is the time to wait."

"Yes, sir."

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