A montage chapter. Some plot segments, some joke segments, some random, all for the porpose of moving time forward.


3.5 Months Until Entrance Exam

Jirou lazily fished out another handful of chips out of the bowl while she waited for Izuku to grade her work. Over the months the two have grown used to studying together at this apartment. She still found his tutoring style borderline torturous. Intense, methodical, and far too thorough for her taste, but the results were undeniable. Her grades had improved dramatically, and, as much as she hated to admit it, the more they studied together, the faster these sessions seemed to go by. The quicker they wrapped things up, the sooner she could relax and unwind with some TV or video games. A reward for surviving Izuku's academic boot camp.

"So, I've been thinking-"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Izuku interrupted, barely looking up from her paper.

Jirou froze mid-sentence, then deliberately chewed even louder, staring right at him as she made an exaggerated show of swallowing the chips. Was it childish? Absolutely. Did she care? Not in the slightest. If anything, it was worth it just to see the faint twitch of annoyance on Izuku's face.

"As I was saying," she continued, mouth free of chips, "I've been thinking of applying for a support device for the test."

"I thought you couldn't use support gear for the practical?"

"Not the practical, for the written exam." She sighed. "I get stressed enough for tests, and I've learned to deal with it, but this is THE test. I think I should apply to have my phone available to play white noise while I'm plugged in. That way the other people won't distract me with all the nervous movement, mumbling beneath their breath, anxiety panting…" She flinched and rubbed her head as she laid back down on the couch, "I'm getting a headache just imagining it."

Izuku paused, thoughtfully tapping his pen against her paper. "That actually makes a lot of sense. A sensory accommodation could help you focus better."

"Yeah, exactly. It's not like I'd be cheating or anything. Just a way to drown out the chaos." She reached for another handful of chips, cramming it into her mouth before adding, "Besides, I'll need all the help I can get if I wanna pass this thing."

Izuku looked at her with a reassuring smile. "You're doing better than you think, Jirou. But yeah, if having white noise helps, it's worth applying for. I can help you write the request if you want."

She glanced at him, surprised by the offer. "You would?"

"Of course! We're a team, right?"

Jirou blinked, feeling a small smile tug at her lips. She still thought his tutoring methods were a bit over the top, but maybe having him around wasn't so bad after all.


Momo was quietly rearranging her books, trying to focus on the day's classes, but her thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened. The hallway was its usual chaotic blend of conversations and footsteps, but for her, everything felt slightly out of sync. She took a deep breath and closed her locker, only to find herself face-to-face with a small group of girls she recognized but rarely spoke to.

"Hey, Momo... are you okay?" The question came from Lina, a girl known for her sharp wit and usually carefree attitude. Today, though, her voice was gentle, her brows furrowed with genuine concern.

Momo blinked in surprise, her hand still resting on the locker door. "I'm fine," she replied softly, though the hesitation in her voice gave her away.

The other girls with Lina, Hina and Emiko, exchanged glances before stepping closer. "We heard about what happened with Kabuto," Hina said, her tone lacking its usual lightness. "That must've been really hard."

Momo's heart clenched, the memory still fresh, but she managed a small nod. "It was… but it's over now."

Emiko, usually the quietest of the group, spoke up, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I can't imagine going through something like that. Are you sure you're alright?"

There was no trace of malice or judgment in their faces, only concern, and it was real. These girls weren't her friends but they weren't approaching her out of idle curiosity or gossip. They genuinely cared, even if they didn't know her well.

Momo exhaled, her shoulders relaxing just a little. "I'm okay now. Really," she assured them, offering a small but sincere smile. "I was lucky enough to have people I trusted nearby. Thank you for asking. That means a lot."

The tension seemed to ease at her words, and Lina gave her a warm, encouraging smile. "If you need anything… we're here, okay? You don't have to go through stuff like that alone."

Momo nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She hadn't expected this kindness, especially from people she wasn't close to, but it touched her deeply. "I appreciate that, really."

The girls lingered for a moment longer, exchanging quiet looks before offering her one last reassuring smile and heading down the hall. As they walked away, Momo found herself feeling lighter. It wasn't that they had fixed anything, but knowing that people cared, made her feel a little less alone.


3 Month Until Entrance Exam

Izuku stood uncomfortably in the middle of the private room, wincing every time the woman sobbed. "And then, in the divorce proceedings, he said he wanted the dog. How am I supposed to live without Daisey?" Another wail erupted from her as she finished her sentence.

Izuku meet the client at the gym as usual. She was much older than his usual customers, until now they were all essentially his age or a few years older, but he didn't want to judge when he saw the woman standing outside the door. She even looked at him as if his age was a surprise, but when he confirmed his name was in fact Midoriya she seemed to relax.

But now…

"I just don't know what I'm going to do."

He felt terrible. The woman was obviously in distress, but he was in no way qualified to help. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm not a therapist." He said when he saw an opportunity to speak. "I help people with their quirks. I wish I could help but-"

"What do you mean you're not a therapist?! Your site said-"

Both of them got distracted by a gentle knocking at the door. It opened and an older man with slicked back green hair and green eyes poked his head in. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, are you Izuku Midoriya?"

"Um, yes?"

The man let out a relieved sigh. "I'm glad I found you. I'm Tenno Midoriya, I think we got our rooms mixed up. There's a teenager waiting for a quirk consultant in room 24."

Izuku didn't want to be rude, but seeing the opportunity to get out of this awkward scenario he practically leapt out the door and ran to the other room.


Kirishima couldn't allow himself to stop now. His arms burned, his chest felt like it was on fire, but he gritted his teeth and kept pushing. Could he really get into U.A. only being able to do 200 pushups? Of course not! If he couldn't even reach 300, what business did he have applying to the most prestigious hero academy? Sweat dripped from his brow, narrowing his eyes at the dirty floor beneath him, the sound of his breath heavy in his ears. Every muscle in his body screamed for him to take a break, but his mind was louder; 'heroes don't get to rest in the middle of a fight.'

As he pumped out another set, his friend sprawled out lazily on the beat-up sofa they'd dragged into the abandoned building for training. The couch creaked under his weight, but he didn't seem to mind as he rummaged through a crinkled bag of snack cakes.

"Alright, here's one," his friend mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. "What is the Quirk Regulation Act?"

Kirishima's arms trembled under the strain, but he wasn't about to lose focus. Not now. His breath came out ragged, but he still managed to push through the pain, keeping a mental count of his progress. "The Quirk Regulation Act," he huffed between breaths, "outlines... the legal use of quirks by both... heroes and civilians. Civilians are... prohibited from using their quirks... in public unless in self-defense... or during emergencies."

"Yeah, yeah," his friend waved his hand, clearly more interested in the trivia game than Kirishima's pain. "And heroes?"

Kirishima's teeth clenched as he hit 215. "Heroes... are licensed... to use their quirks as part of their job but... still follow strict guidelines... to ensure public safety and... limit collateral damage."

"Correct," his friend declared triumphantly, as if he'd been the one lifting the weights. "I think that earns me another snack cake." He grinned, tearing open the wrapper of another treat, crumbs falling onto his shirt.

Kirishima just rolled his eyes, the smallest hint of a grin forming despite the burning sensation in his shoulders. Typical. His friend always found a way to laze around while quizzing him like he was back in school. If he wasn't pestering him with hero law trivia, he was lounging on that filthy couch or munching away at those snack cakes like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

"216... 217..." Kirishima grunted, trying to keep his focus. The dim, dusty room was silent except for the sound of his labored breathing and the occasional crinkle of snack packaging. The broken windows let in shafts of golden light, casting long shadows across the room. This place was a dump, rusted weights, old gym equipment, and the peeling paint of the walls. But it had become their dump.

"Man, you're gonna wear yourself out," his friend mused, kicking his feet up. "But hey, whatever works, right? U.A.'s no joke. You've gotta be ready."

Kirishima didn't respond, too focused on pushing through to his goal. He was running on pure willpower now, every muscle screaming, but he wouldn't give in. Real heroes don't give up just because things get tough.

He could hear his friend pop open another snack cake. "Just make sure you don't, like, collapse and die before we even get to the next question."

Kirishima gritted his teeth. "Not... giving… up!"


2.5 Months Until Entrance Exam

Izuku walked into Sugi Gym fairly early today. He didn't know how but he somehow ended up with four clients today, so he would pretty much be here until the gym closed. Thankfully Mr. Gekido had grown to like him over the last few months, a small miracle as far as Izuku was concerned, but still, he didn't want to take advantage of the man's kindness. He was essentially taking over a private room for free today.

As he walked in he froze at the sight of a girl with long red hair nervously tapping her hands on the front counter. Though he didn't freeze fast enough as he entered just enough to ring the chimes attached near the doorway. The girl leapt at the sudden sound, turning to see Izuku standing in the doorway. "I… Umm…"

Before he could say anything, a familiar gruff voice broke the tension.

"Close the damn door! I ain't payin' to cool the whole damn neighborhood!" Mr. Gekido barked from his desk in the corner, not even bothering to look up from his magazine.

The sudden shout made both of them jump, their nerves unraveling as they bumped into each other in the middle of the room. Izuku almost tripped over his own feet, barely catching himself as the girl took a step back, her face flushed with embarrassment. For a moment, they just stood there, neither knowing what to say.

And then, without warning, the girl blurted out, "I'm sorry about burning your clothes off!" She pushed the bag she was holding into his arms and continued, "These are some new ones, I hope they fit. I'm sorry!" and with that she ran out the door, leaving behind an anxious and confused Izuku to slowly reboot.

Gekido just let out a heavy sigh and turned the page of his magazine. "Kids."


Izuku wiped the sweat from his brow as he stacked the last of the dumbbells onto the rack, ready to finally wrap up his long day at Sugi Gym. Four consultations in a row had drained him, and he was more than ready to head home for some well-deserved rest. As he walked towards the front entrance he was stopped by a guy he had never seen before with spiky purple hair, tired eyes, and an air of quiet intensity.

"Uh... hey," the guy said, walking in slowly. "This is where the quirk consultant works, right? I heard from some others that this was the spot."

Izuku blinked in surprise, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was almost closing time. He was about to explain that the gym was shutting down for the day, but something about the look on the guy's face stopped him. There was a flicker of something, determination, perhaps even desperation, hidden beneath the cool exterior.

"I'm Hitoshi Shinsou," the guy continued, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Are you Midoriya?"

Before Izuku could say anything, Mr. Gekido's gruff voice boomed from the back office. "I ain't closing yet, kid. Got some bills to file." He stepped out, arms crossed as he glanced between the two boys. "If you wanna stay late, it's fine. Just let me know when you're done."

Shinsou raised an eyebrow, looking slightly relieved. "So... we're good to go?"

Izuku hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, sure. If you don't mind staying a little late, I can help."

"Thanks," Shinsou said, his voice flat but grateful. They moved to one of the empty private rooms, and the consultation began.

"So normally I have everyone do some exercises to get some base readings, but to be honest I'm a bit too tired for that. Is it ok with you if we skip that step?"

"Doesn't bother me none. My quirk isn't physical anyway."

"Oh, what is it then?"

The purple haired teen suddenly seemed a little nervous, though Izuku swore he also saw anger in his eyes. "It's brainwashing. I can force anyone to follow my commands if I get them to respond to me."

Izuku perked right up after hearing that. The quirks he was seeing lately were all amazing in their own right, but he never realized how common certain subgroups were. After so many clients sporting different levels of super strength, flight, or body alteration, it was exciting to see a truly unique quirk.

"Really? Can you try it on me?" He asked, perhaps a bit too excitedly if Shinsou's reaction was anything to go by.

The tired teen looked shocked at the green-haired teens eagerness to go under the effects of his quirk, perhaps a little anxious to even use it. "You really want me to use it on you?"

"Yes. It could provi-" Izuku felt his mind go blank, his thought process completely stopping it its track. The world around him went dim, his vision blurred as if a fog had entered the room.

"Jump three times."

He didn't know why but he did. How could he not? The need to follow the command was as strong as his need for food and water. After his third jump the world suddenly snapped back into place, his vision cleared and so did his mind. "Wow. That was…"

The boy let out a sigh, seemingly preparing for some sort of backlash, "I know, sorry. I should hav-"

"AMAZING!" Izuku shouted. "Is it always immediate? How complex a command can you give? Are the victims' morals a factor? What if someone believes their arm to be broken but you command them to use it, would the mind prevent it or would the body move?" Questions kept pouring out of his mouth, Shinsou started to worry for he wasn't stopping to breath.

"Umm, are you ok?"

"Oh, sorry." Izuku apologized, a little embarrassed at his excitement. He had done so well controlling himself until now. "But I am interested in hearing the limits of your quirk."

"That's actually what I was hoping to find here. There aren't really a lot of volunteers lining up to be my crash dummies."

Izuku chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, I can see how that might be... complicated."

Shinsou nodded, his expression hardening for a moment. "Most people aren't exactly keen on letting me take over their minds. Even in training scenarios, it's... tricky."

Izuku leaned forward, his curiosity piqued even more. "But that's exactly why this is such a great place for you to figure it out! We can test boundaries in a controlled environment. Plus, I've been looking into quirks with psychological or mental components. There's not a lot of data out there, but we can figure out new tests for you."

Shinsou shifted on his feet, looking a bit skeptical. "You really don't have a problem with being brainwashed?"

Izuku shook his head, his eyes alight with interest. "Not at all! Besides, I trust you. It's not like you're going to hurt me."

A flicker of surprise crossed Shinsou's face, as if he wasn't used to hearing that kind of confidence in him. He stared at Izuku for a moment longer before exhaling a quiet breath. "You're kind of weird, you know that?"

Izuku just grinned. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

For a moment, the tension in the room seemed to lighten, and Shinsou allowed himself to sit down across from Izuku on a weight bench, "Alright. So, what do we do next?"

Izuku thought for a moment before pulling out a notepad, flipping to a fresh page. "First, I think we need to document some basic parameters. Let's start simple. Can you control more than one person at a time?"

Shinsou frowned, leaning back in his seat as he considered. "I've never tried... I mean, I've always focused on one person at a time, but it might be possible. It's just, what if I lose control?"

Izuku shook his head. "We'll set up safety measures. I'll ask some of the boxers here if they would mind coming in to help. We'll test it in intervals, but for now, let's just focus on the single-person commands."

Shinsou nodded slowly, the idea beginning to make sense. "Alright, but what kind of commands are you thinking?"

Izuku's excitement was barely contained. "Complex ones. For example, can you get someone to perform a task they're not familiar with, like tying an advanced knot or solving a puzzle they've never seen before? Is there a limit to the information you can implant through a command?"

Shinsou blinked, slightly overwhelmed by the depth of the questions. "I... don't know. I've only used it in self-defense, and those were always straightforward things, 'stop' 'drop your weapon' things like that. I've never tried giving someone knowledge they don't already have."

Izuku was practically buzzing now, his mind already racing with possibilities. "We need to test that. What if you could command someone to acquire a skill they've never had? Could you make someone learn faster? If your quirk can override mental limitations, the applications are limitless."

Shinsou blinked again, staring at Izuku like he was from another planet. "You really think about this stuff way too much."

Izuku laughed, closing his notebook for now. "Yeah, I guess I do. But this is what I love. Exploring quirks and figuring out how they work, how they can be improved." His eyes were shining with excitement, almost bright enough to blind the tired teen.

Shinsou's expression softened, the guarded look he usually carried easing just a bit. "I've never had anyone think about my quirk like that before."

Izuku smiled warmly. "That's a shame, because your quirk is incredible. It's just a matter of showing people what you're capable of." Izuku was cut off by a loud and stretched out yawn. Must have been more tired than he thought. "Though we will have to try these another day, I really should get out of here and catch a train home."

For the first time that evening, Shinsou's tired eyes seemed to brighten, though he quickly masked it with a shrug. "Guess we'll see." He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "Thanks for this. Really."

Izuku waved him off, though he couldn't hide his enthusiasm. "No problem! I'm looking forward to what we'll discover. Just make sure to schedule an official session next time, just search for Green Thoughts, it should show up."

With a nod, Shinsou turned to leave, glancing back once more before he headed out the door. "Later, Midoriya."

Izuku watched him go, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle over him despite the exhaustion gnawing at his bones, his mind already buzzing with ideas for the next session.

"Better not let Jirou know," he muttered to himself, imagining her voice berating him for not charging a fee. But as he stepped outside into the cool night air, Izuku couldn't help but smile. He'd found someone with a truly fascinating quirk, and that made all the late hours and free consultations more than worth it.


1.5 Months Until Entrance Exam

What did he ever do to deserve this? All he ever wanted to do was help people! What did he ever do to deserve this much pain?!

"Come on Izuku, just five more reps!"

"Push little man! You know you have it in you!"

Izuku struggled as hard as he could to push the weighted bar back up, it felt like his arms were about to explode. Ever since he started coming to Sugi Gym for his consultations he had slowly met and befriended the regulars. Most of them were aspiring boxers, but there were those who just wanted to keep in shape. What surprised him most, considering his rough first meeting with Mr. Gekido, was how nice everyone was. It was super easy to pop his head into the main lobby and ask for some help when he needed something moved, learning how to use certain machines, or a volunteer for a new quirk test. He would never tell Jirou this, but he had given just about all the regulars free consultations of their own.

Unfortunately for the green-haired boy, they decided that free wasn't fair to him anymore. And as payment they decided to help him, *shudders, get in shape. He was currently surrounded by five of the older men, all shouting encouragement but all Izuku could focus on was the burn in his arms and the sweat dripping into his eyes.

"Don't quit on us now, kid!" one of the boxers yelled, clapping his hands together in excitement. The sound echoed through the gym, mixing with the clanking of weights and the grunts of other gym-goers.

"You're almost there, Izuku, don't stop!" another chimed in, his tone a strange blend of tough love and genuine concern. Izuku wasn't sure if he wanted to thank him or glare at him.

He knew they meant well, but it didn't stop him from wondering, for the umpteenth time, what he had done to deserve this level of torture. The gym had become more than a place for quirk consultations; it had become a battleground where his own body was the enemy.

One of the men leaned in closer, his voice low but firm. "You're always so focused on helping everyone else, Izuku. This is us helping you. You've got more strength in you than you know. Now come on, this is the last one. You can do it!"

Izuku's grip tightened on the bar, their words somehow igniting a small spark in him. His body screamed for mercy, but his heart refused to give in. With one final, desperate burst of energy, he pushed the bar up, his muscles shaking under the strain.

The weights slammed back onto the rack with a loud clang, and Izuku collapsed against the bench, gasping for breath. His chest heaved, and for a moment, all he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat.

"Atta boy!" one of the men shouted, patting him on the back with a force that almost knocked him off the bench. Izuku winced but couldn't help the small, exhausted smile that tugged at his lips.

"See, kid?" another said with a smirk. "You're tougher than you look."

Izuku let out a breathless laugh. Tougher, maybe. But he still had no idea how he'd ended up here, surrounded by boxers who had somehow adopted him into their world of grueling workouts and relentless encouragement.

What did he ever do to deserve this?


1 Month Until Entrance Exam

Katsuki understood why they were doing this. He understood it was important for him to lean. He understood that a great hero had to learn to control himself. "MOTHER FUCKER!" But none of that understanding helped when knifed him the second he spawned in.

Shiatsu, his therapist, didn't even flinch. The old man had seen worse. Today, like every session, his calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Katsuki's volcanic temper. The room was quieter than usual when Katsuki had walked in, but the sight of the large TV and game console set up in the middle told him it was going to be one of those days. Shiatsu had announced, quite casually, that today's focus was on anger management—specifically, Katsuki's knee-jerk responses to anger.

Though Katsuki had a sneaking suspicion the old man just wanted an excuse to play some ancient game from his youth.

"This is supposed to help me?" Katsuki had asked, glowering at the screen as the game loaded.

"You'd be surprised," Shiatsu said cryptically, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Today's goal is simple: control your reactions. Let's see how you handle frustration in real-time."

The game began, and the carnage followed.

"You're getting better."

"How the hell am I getting better, I can't leave this damn room without getting killed."

"I meant at controlling yourself," Shiatsu replied calmly, leaning back in his chair. "You haven't told me to die in the last forty minutes."

Katsuki blinked. Was that true? He didn't know. It felt like time had blurred the longer they played, but forty minutes was a long time in Bakugo's world. Just then, the sharp crack of a sniper shot echoed through the game. Katsuki's character dropped dead, yet again.

"Typically," Shiatsu continued as though nothing had happened, "even the most patient people can't go that long without making death threats in this game."

Katsuki stewed in silence, his hands tightening around the controller as the humiliation of his repeated deaths simmered beneath his skin. His mind was racing, wanting to hurl insults at the screen, to tell Shiatsu to shut up, to stop the condescending commentary. Every instinct screamed at him to lash out.

But he didn't. Not really.

Sure, he'd let out a few loud bursts of anger. A curse here. A snarl there. But he hadn't gone full throttle. He hadn't completely lost control the way he might have just a few months ago. And that realization made him pause. 'Damn it,' he thought.

Not for the first time, he had to admit the old man knew what he was doing.


0.5 Months Until Entrance Exame

Mina collapsed into her bed, a mixture of satisfaction and regret settling in. Her parents had insisted on celebrating her latest A-minus, along with her overall improvement in school, by treating her to the newest all-you-can-eat barbecue place in town.

It had seemed like a good idea at first.

But now, lying there, staring up at her ceiling with wide eyes, Mina could only groan.

"It was a mistake!" she moaned aloud, one hand resting on her bloated stomach. The pink girl could barely move, her limbs felt like lead, and her stomach—though satisfied—was now far too full. With great effort, she turned her head to glance at her clock. Only three in the afternoon.

"Uuuuuuuhggg. If this is a reward, I need to go back to getting C's," she muttered to the ceiling, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

As much as she complained she also felt a sense of pride. She hadn't gotten grades this good, this consistently in years. She had one person to thank for getting her moving in the right direction, unfortunately she had no way of contacting her. Momo had sadly told her that her schedule was becoming too busy to keep tutoring. She hadn't tutored her directly in a while but she always stuck around to catch Momo walking out the library. She was a fun girl to talk to.

Mina couldn't really blame her, even her own schedule was becoming busier the closer the entrance exam got. She still needed to perfect some of her moves before the felt confident in passing.

But what really bothered her, was even after all those months, Mina had somehow forgotten to get her number! 'How does that even happen?' she thought with frustration. 'All those hours we spent together, and I never once thought to ask?' It seemed ridiculous, and Mina couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at her own oversight.

"Wonder what she's up to now?"


Momo refused to move. She lay perfectly still, her body cocooned in the warm embrace of her bed, and even the thought of stirring felt like too much effort. The soft, familiar weight of the blankets layered over her provided the kind of comfort that made her feel as if nothing else in the world existed. She didn't even want to open her eyes, what good would it do? The only thing that could make this day better would be if she could drift back into sleep instead of lingering in this frustrating half-awake, half-asleep state of consciousness.

Momo shifted slightly, snuggling deeper into the fortress of softness she had built for herself. Several pillows surrounded her on all sides, each one varying in size and texture, making the perfect nest for an afternoon of absolute nothingness. No training, no studying, no people. Just a day dedicated to recharging.

For once, she allowed herself to be selfish. To just… be.

She heard the soft creak of her bedroom door opening, followed by the familiar sound of footsteps gently padding across the floor. She remained still, hoping that if she didn't move, she might be left alone in her sanctuary of pillows and blankets. But soon, a voice she knew all too well broke the quiet.

"Momo, are you okay, sweetheart? I haven't seen you all day," her father called softly.

For a moment, she contemplated pretending she hadn't heard him. If she stayed completely still, perhaps he would leave, assuming she was asleep. But that felt wrong. "I'm fine father. Just enjoying my day off I'll be down for dinner, promise."

She heard the man chuckle, still refusing to open her eyes. "Is there anything I can get my princess while she enjoys her day off?" he asked, his voice light with affection.

Momo contemplated the question, the most energy she had spent that day, before answering in a deathly serious tone, "More pillows."

The man's chuckle turned into full blown laughter, causing her to smile in return. "Alright, I'll see if I can steal some from your mother."


1 Day Until Entrance Exam

Izuku stared at the ceiling, mind ablaze with nervous energy and anxious thoughts. He had to sleep, but how could he. Tomorrow was the entrance exam.

He knew he had prepared as much as he could, he had zero doubts that Jirou wouldn't pass her own exam, but he still couldn't stop worrying. His mind kept playing scenario after scenario of how things could go wrong. What if a villain attacked the school and he couldn't finish his test? What if the trains delayed and he missed them? What if his alarm didn't go off? He checked it 15 times but what if he accidentally turned it off that last check?

He forced himself to take a deep breath, this wasn't helping him. In a desperate bid to calm his nerves enough to sleep, he got his phone and went to his website. Maybe reading some of the positive things people have said about him could put him at ease.

"I never realized how much potential my quirk had until I spoke with Midoriya. Game changer!"

"His analysis was spot-on, and now I'm more confident using my quirk every day!"

"Izuku gave me advice no one else could. My control is so much better now."

"I didn't think my quirk was useful, but thanks to Izuku, I see its strengths."

"His insights were incredible. I've never felt more in tune with my quirk! I owe him big time"

"I can't thank him enough. He found a solution to a problem I've had for years. His prices are more than fair, in anything we're stealing from him."

"Midoriya's feedback was clear and easy to apply - definitely recommend."

"I never thought of my quirk in that way until Midoriya broke it down."

"In just a few minutes, he helped me see my quirk's full potential."

"I'm more comfortable using my quirk in public now, all thanks to his advice."

"There's not a doubt in my mind I'll get into a hero course now. Thanks a million dude!"

"I thought I was destined for a life of boring office work, but now after getting a proper consultation, I think I can use my quirk to make incredible pieces of art. Thank you."

"Yeah, he's good."

"I'm sorry again!"

"I'm going to be watching your career man, you're going to be famous one day."

"I cannot express enough how much Izuku helped me, I fully recommend getting a consultation if you are having issues with your quirk."

By the time he read the last review, Izuku's eyes were too heavy to keep open, His phone gently slipped out of his hand and onto his bed as he finally fell asleep. Tomorrow would be the beginning of a new era in his life, and he would make sure it was a good one.


Authors Notes; Next chapter, UA Entrance Exam!

I already have some details written in stone and some that I refuse to do, but I am interested in hearing any wants/wishes that yall may have for UA.

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