The word 'post' has lost all meaning to me after writing this. Hopefully after this chapter I can use it less. In fact a lot of words started to get over used in this chapter, so sorry about that.

I swear this is a fluff story, but we have a little more angst to get out the way. Chapter three, I swear, will be fluffy.


Izuku lay in his bed, refusing to get up. He managed to remember to turn his alarm on last night, but he couldn't gather enough energy to get up and get dressed. He barely managed to silence the alarm before it became a nuisance.

Noticing the lack of movement from his room, his mother came to check on him. "Honey? Doesn't your train leave in ten minutes?" Inko said as she poked her head through the door. Seeing him awake but still in his night clothes, she fully entered the room, "Izuku? Is everything ok sweetie?"

Izuku didn't have a plan for this, he had just been staring at the wall unthinking. "Yeah, I'm fine Mom. I just feel a little sick." He let out the worst fake cough humanity ever heard, "Think I can stay home today?"

Inko for her part just gave him a questioning look. It was obvious he wasn't really sick, but he had never tried to get out of going to school before. He had been down since yesterday, and while he tried to keep a smile on his face as they ate she could tell something happened. With a gentle smile she said, "Of course. I'll keep my phone close by all day so if you need anything just give me a call alright?"

"Yeah, I should be good though." He hated lying to her, and he knew she wasn't buying it either. He would need to do something special to make this up to her.

After Inko's departure, he went back to his mindless staring. The young teen wasn't in any hurry to do his school work, today was a Friday, turning this impromptu day off into a three-day weekend.

"No, I do not believe you can be a hero without a quirk." All Might's words repeated in his head over and over again since he first awoke. And the worst part was, he knew. Of course he knew, he always did. He never admitted it to himself outright, never put the thought into words, but deep down he always knew what the answer would be. It was what kept him from training, never signing up for martial arts classes like his classmates, he couldn't even bother to work out.

His eyes drifted toward a set of green and yellow dumbbells on his bookshelf. Aunt Mitsuki had given them to him as a Christmas gift a few years back, saying a young man needed to stay in shape if he ever wanted to get a girlfriend. She always knew how to make him blush. He used them religiously for three weeks, incorporating them into his jogs, going online to look up the proper form so he didn't hurt his arms, he made sure he used them for at least 2 hours a day of small weight training. And then he used them to prop up his book collection and they have been collecting dust ever since.

The only activity he could consistently keep in his life was running. He didn't know why but the act of running just made him feel good. The burn in his legs, his lungs craving air, it gave him a dopamine high that nothing else seemed capable of doing. Lifting weights and learning the proper way to throw a punch never gave him the same feeling.

If he was being honest with himself, he always thought if he hoped hard enough, if he just dreamed enough, that he would be given a chance. Whether it be having the latest quirk awaking in history, or perhaps receiving specialized training to fight quirkless, maybe he could get bitten by a radioactive bug and that would somehow give him superpowers. He just wished something would land in his path and give him the chance he craved. But he always knew that was all it would ever be, a dream.

The longer he lay in bed the more solid the words became, "You cannot be a hero." Surprisingly enough, he wasn't even angry. It hurt, it hurt more than anything he ever experienced, but no anger ever rose from his heart. He contemplated tearing all his All Might poster off the walls and throwing his figurines in some grand display of defiance, but in the end, he just didn't have the energy. Besides, all together his collection was worth quite a pretty penny.

Sitting upright he started to look around the shrine to All Might he called his room. Limited edition posters, figurines that depicted his older costume, and even his bedsheets were All Might themed. It was honestly a little embarrassing how much merch he had of the hero, if he had friends to invite over he probably wouldn't have it all out in the open like this. He wasn't going to destroy it but… perhaps it was time to diversify a bit.

Midnight was already off the table, his mother would ground him for a year if he bought any of her posters. Present Mic could work, Izuku loved his radio show. But his colors would probably get lost in whatever All Might merch he decided to keep on display. Well if he wanted the opposite of bright yellow adorning his room he could get some of Gang Orca's memorabilia. He was so close to breaking the top 10, and Izuku liked how he focused a lot on helping the community, especially kids. Now that he thought about it, Ingenioum would be perfect. He had the same kindness to him and he saw someone post a picture of the hero's latest bedspread and it would be perfect to replace his current one. Mount Lady seemed pretty cool, did she have merch yet?

Finally having a goal in mind Izuku managed to crawl out of bed and make the short walk to his desk. After waiting patiently for his older PC to boot up, he was greeted by the rant that he wrote last night. He felt his frustrations over the whole thing start to rise once more, but now his feelings were more complex. He was mad at himself for losing his temper and posting what could be considered hate mail if he had sent it directly to the agencies instead of on a forum. He still felt angry over the lack of action taken by the heroes on the scene, nearly causing the death of his former friend. Yeah, Bakugo wasn't the nicest person around, but he didn't deserve to die!

'Maybe I should just delete it,' Izuku thought to himself, but before he could continue that thought the site updated, showing his now overflowing inbox. 579 messages were sitting in his inbox. The green-haired teen stared at his screen shocked. He was no stranger to receiving a lot of messages at once, it was one of the reasons he liked this site the community was so engaging. But almost 600 overnight? After having a moment to collect his thoughts he figured this must be some sort of harassment campaign. Perhaps one of the meaner kids at school found his account and spread it around, or made a bot to spam his inbox. It wouldn't be hard for anyone who knew him personally, even in passing, to put together his identity with his All Green username.

He released a heavy sigh as he figured he had no other choice than to read through the messages one by one and start the long tedious process of reporting and blocking.

Clicking on his inbox to start his new chore for the day, it took a few messages for him to realize that the majority of these were replies to the post he made yesterday. And to his utter shock, the grand majority of them were either agreeing with him or even taking his points further than he had.

Roomba204: Dude I was wondering why those videos felt so off. Thanks for putting it into words.

All Power: I never would have thought about certain kinds of villains traveling based on what heroes patrol the areas. Kamui Woods might have started a new trend by letting that info slip.

Running-Engine: While I would have tried to put this in a less hostile manner, I can't help but concede you bring up some good points about how the heroes acted in this crisis. As an inspiring hero myself, I will try to keep these words in mind as I go forward.

Freethinker84: Several paragraphs of harsh critics and dude goes easy on the hot girl. Typical. LOL

xXAquaMasterXx: Do you think you could expand on your Back Draft critiques?

Izuku went over every message, most were short, maybe a sentence or two, but there were more than a handful of replies almost as long as his original post, all either dissecting what he said further or focusing on a single point of his and taking it to the extreme. Typically a normal outcome for one of his posts, though they tended to be more positive than this. It was honestly bizarre to see so many people jump in to criticize the pros. When he switched over to direct messages, they became a lot more mixed. Plenty of go kill yourselves and you don't know what you're talking abouts were thrown at him, but even here there were some positive affirmations.

Jackin-In: Wow Green, knew you would snap someday. Oh, you listen to that album yet?

Izuku couldn't help but laugh. Jack was a user that he interacted with a lot, Izuku would even call them a friend but he didn't want to be presumptuous.

Density Bomb: Dude, you don't have a clue how heroes work. Delete yourself.

AngelAngle: I would probably remove that post. It probably breaks at least one of the site rules.

Dread390: How could you possibly know more than pros. What? You gonna tell a mechanic he fixed your car wrong next?

ChivalrousRiot: Dude, I never would have looked at that video that way. I need to start thinking more critically. Your so manly for speaking your mind!

Throw44456: You are such a hater lmao

Gd5tg: Get a life

Most of the hateful DM's were obviously from throwaway accounts, though some did feel brave enough to message him from their real accounts. "Well, better get started," Izuku muttered to himself, starting the long process of blocking and reporting. It was a monotonous chore, but it was better to have them blocked to prevent future messages. He knew all too well how hurtful it could be to receive of particularly nasty message while in a dark place. Lucky for him he was too tired for these nasty messages to do any damage. And the few encouraging messages he saw made him feel… not good, he was too tired for that. But… something.

Going down the list he came across a message that was very different than the others.

Some account named Ordinary.

"Good afternoon, I know you probably get this a lot but I was hoping you could help me. I read your post regarding the slime villain incident and was truly impressed by the level of detail you went into. I was even more impressed by how you fearlessly tackled the flaws of the attending heroes. I myself want to be a hero and I was hoping you could give a full analysis of my quirk. Of course, I am not asking for you to provide your services for free, I am able and willing to pay your normal fee for a quirk consultation. Having had multiple sessions with analysts in the past I understand how difficult a task it is and will not insult you by asking for free services. However, if you could get back to me before Monday, I would be willing to pay a reasonable express fee."

Izuku read over the message several times, trying to see if he missed anything. This was the first time he had ever received something like this. Payment? What in the world were they talking about? He had already helped plenty of people on this site and even a couple of the other forums he frequents by giving out quirk write-ups to those who ask for one. He usually just needed a brief description and a short video and he could write up an entire page of questions and theories for the recipient to test out. But he never asked for money in return, it was just a hobby of his that others managed to catch on to. And even then, he mainly did them for self-satisfaction, helping others was just a bonus.

The young Midoriya spun around in his swivel chair as he contemplated how to respond. He would of course help Ordinary no matter what, it was just in his nature, but should he accept payment for it? As he spun he locked eyes with All Might, a newer poster that had his famous "I am here" catchphrase in holographic text. Seeing it made him remember why he was even online in the first place, he needed to redecorate.

Part of him told him he could sell anything he didn't want on display, he would make a nice chunk of money off of it and he could use that money to put towards the new hero memorabilia he decided on. But a lot of these items were either gifts or held memories of their own that made them hard to part with permanently. His eyes traveled to a figure on his nightstand, the first gift he could remember receiving from his mother. He used to carry it with him everywhere before it found a home on his nightstand.

That poster over there was a gift from one of Inko's coworkers. It was his sixth birthday party and this was the first year that none of the other kids showed up, but a few of Inko's friends did. They did everything they could to keep him happy, trying to distract him from what was otherwise a terrible day. One man, Mr. Tadashi, had run out earlier and returned with a few hastily wrapped boxes. His 'friends' may not have shown up, but he was more than happy with the people who did.

A smile crept onto his face as he went through the memories he had attached to his collection. More than a handful of the rarer merch was won in contests or stressful bidding wars. He remembered almost getting his hand on a super rare All Might watch from overseas, but losing the bid at the last second by someone who went by Vision Knight.

As much as his recent meeting with the number one hurt him, he didn't feel he was ready to part with his collection. They were more than All Might, they were the happy moments in his life. Though as Izuku thought deeper on the issue he came to a realization. If he couldn't be a hero, what kind of job was he qualified to do? Panic started to set in as he thought about it more. Heroics were all he cared about for all his life, it was his bread and butter. He made good grades, so he wasn't worried about being stuck working at a gas station for the rest of his life, but did he want to spend his adult years slaving away in some office sorting papers? Turning back to his screen and rereading the message that started all of this he asked himself, "What is a quirk consultation anyway?"

With yet another mission distracting him from his original goal of redecoration, he started to research the terms quirk analyst and quirk consultation. It didn't take long for him to stumble onto an entire career path dedicated to the study of quirks and their uses. The field had several branches from teaching children how to control their bodies after a quirk awakening and entering the basics of the quirk into the registration system to private lessons with teenagers, typically from more well-off families, to give them a greater handle on their quirks and how to use them for the career field they wanted to enter. Some analysts worked with the police, and by extension the heroes, by trying to uncover the properties of a quirk being used by a criminal.

And the pay…

That was a lot of money, more than he ever dreamed of making. Was he really so caught up in being a hero that he didn't notice the plethora of other jobs created by their existence? The teen was never in it for the money in the first place, but he was realistic enough to know he had to make enough to support himself. And if these average salaries were at all accurate, he would be able to support himself, his mom, and maybe a couple of other people with the right budgeting.

Ok, so he found a career path he wanted to try for. But could he accept money for it now? Surely something like this required some heavy licensing. That was a bit trickier to research, but in the end he found that unless he was working with young children who had just awaked their quirk he didn't need a license, as until then the career was purely reputation-based.

So he could legally charge money for a service, but should he? He could definitely use the money, but was it fair to charge this person when he had never charged anyone else who asked for his help in the past? They were the one who brought up money, but it felt kind of gross to use that as an excuse to take it from them.

After debating himself for ten minutes and getting nowhere, he decided to send this person a DM explaining the situation he now found himself in.


Another day in Narushisuto Middle School and Momo would be free. All she had to do was survive a few more hours until she had the weekend all to herself. But she swore every time she looked at the clock it got even slower. The teacher, Miss Tanchō, was currently teaching what was normally Momo's favorite subject, chemistry. But even the ponytailed girl was having trouble maintaining her perfect posture and focusing on what was being said. In reality, she could probably daydream for the whole class and still pass the test, but that is not how a young lady treats her teachers.

After finishing the halfhearted lecture on atomic structures and electron configurations, she checked her watch and made an announcement in the same monotone voice she used all day. "All right class, it's Friday and I'm sure you all have plans for the weekend. We only have three more hours, so I'm going to let this be study hall for the rest of the day. Finish your homework, study your textbooks, draw, read, as long as you don't give me a headache do whatever."

Momo fought the urge to sigh in frustration. Best education money can buy. Well, she already finished all her work, so perhaps she could read the latest news. She saw some interesting headlines before the day started and she would like to see what's been happening. Finally allowing her shoulders to relax only after the teacher sat down and started a book of her own, the noirette took out her phone and started going through her preferred news sites.

The slime incident was all over the news still. Usually, small-scale villain attacks lose steam in the press fairly quickly, but the unexpected presence of All Might was seemingly keeping this particular event in the eyes of the public. Of course, there were more than a handful of organizations only using the number one to boost their ratings and gain clicks, but a growing segment of the news seemed to be talking about the Analytica post from yesterday. Some try to hide it, but to anyone who read the original it was obvious they were parroting the points with nothing added, but others still brought the post into for foreground.

Interesting articles started popping up about if heroes were losing face with the public, some opinion pieces about having to pass new laws to prevent inaction in the future, while others stated it was the schools that needed to change not the law. On the other end, some articles politely disagreed with the original post stating that although this was a tragic event, the heroes' experience let them choose the best plan in the moment and that hindsight would always be twenty-twenty. It was an interesting debate, with both sides having valid points to discuss.

The young Yaoyorozu then started looking at more nontraditional news sources. Other Analytica posts, and other forums in general were on fire discussing this new topic. So far the feelings were mixed. Some viewed the post being nothing more than jealous rage from a failed hero trying to bring others down by creating fake scenarios where they could have done better, but others were taking a closer look at the points made. Most discussions posted however seemed to focus on one thing in particular, the original user didn't seem to have any qualms about painting heroes in a negative light and didn't seem to fear any backlash.

"Oh, you saw that post too?"

Momo turned to see a girl from her class, Mokobe, reading over her shoulder. She hated when people did that, absolutely no sense of privacy. "Yes, I read it last night, and I see it's gaining traction now." She kept her response polite yet short, making it clear that she had no interest in continuing this conversation.

Mokobe, either not noticing or just not caring, continued to rattle on. "Can you believe some nobody thinks he knows better than the pros? I wouldn't be surprised if Death Arms sued him for that crap."

'Sue for what? Criticism?' Momo thought to herself.

"You guys talking about that crazy rant online?" Another girl tried to join in. Momo didn't know her name, but it was hard to forget someone wearing that much makeup. It wasn't long before half the class was surrounding her desk all talking about the slime villain attack. A conversation she would have loved to join if it weren't so vain.

"Did you guys see Kamui Woods saving those people from the buildings? God, I wish he would carry me like that."

"Backdraft totally needs a new costume. I mean, it's just a firefighter's coat. How does he have any branding with that?"

"Is it just me, or was that green-haired kid who ran out there kind of cute?"

Momo had all but tuned out the noise, going back to her phone to continue reading when she felt one of the girls tap her shoulder. "Hey Momo, me and my sis were going to head out to the mall tomorrow. Want to join us?"

The words were kind, and she may have even believed them if she were a tad less observant. But she saw how the girl's eyes didn't quite see her, how she stood in a way that made sure she looked down on her, how she didn't even have a smile, but a smirk. The ponytailed girl was used to this by now. While the families who attended this school were all rich, the Yaoyorozus were several classes beyond them. Ever since she was old enough to understand money and its value it seemed that everyone was more interested in her allowance than her as a person. It was exhausting.

"I'm sorry, but I have plans with-EEP!"

A boy, Kabuto, had wrapped his arm around her shoulder and was resting his arm dangerously close to her chest. "Of course you have plans. You and me are going out this Saturday right?" He gave her what he probably thought was a charming smile, but it sent chills down her spine. Kabuto had repeatedly tested her boundaries in the past, from saying inappropriate things about her body to touching her in ways she was uncomfortable with. It made her feel small. She could feel her breath start to quicken, it felt like the room was getting smaller as well. Everyone was staring at her as if they were waiting for an answer, to see who would win the prize of her time this weekend. Looking over to the teacher for any kind of help she saw that Miss Tanchō was nose-deep in whatever novel she had brought to work with her.

Before anything else could happen she quickly stood up, almost throwing the boy onto the ground with the movement, and hurriedly walked off to the bathroom without a word. After making it there and being sure to check the stalls to make sure she was alone she could finally relax. After taking a few moments to just breathe she used the sink to splash some cold water onto her face.

Why couldn't she have just one real friend? Someone who would like her for her? Not everyone in this school treated her like this, there were some genuinely good people here. But they all avoided her, assuming the only reason she would talk to them would be to set them up for a cruel prank. The worst part was she couldn't blame them as she had seen it happen a few times now. Just last year some poor boy got locked on the roof after a couple of the more popular kids thought it would be funny to send him up for a 'picnic' after school. No one found him until the next morning when he started screaming for help at the first teacher he saw walk onto school grounds.

Being the kind person she was she always tried to comfort the bullied victims, but they were just more paranoid about people like her after every incident. And once more, she couldn't even blame them.

She hated it here.

But she just couldn't find any possibility to convince her parents to transfer her to another school. Every time she attempted to formulate her thoughts into words it all sounded so petty.

"Sarah's smile doesn't seem real."

"Kabuto is a little too touchy. Well, yes he does treat his male friends the same way…"

"Everyone always invites me to the mall for shopping."

No one ever actually did anything to her, so all she had were bad feelings and vibes given off by the other students. Hardly enough to bring up to her parents. She feels trapped.

Just as she is about to head back to class, trying to come up with an excuse for her sudden departure, she hears a small ding coming from her phone. Checking it she sees it's a DM from Analytica.

"Hello Ordinary, I hope this message finds you well, and sorry for my late reply. First and foremost, I would like to thank you for your kind words. In all honesty, I made that post in a moment of anger but it feels good to know that it started some interesting discussions in this thread. You said you want to be a hero, that is wonderful news. I wish you nothing but luck in your Endeavors (ha). However, when it comes to helping you, the answer is more complicated. I am fully willing to help you in any way I can, but I will not be taking any of your money. I have already sent analyses to a handful of users on this site without charging them, and I won't charge you simply because you mentioned money. To continue the trend of honesty I did not know quirk analysts were a thing, but you have opened my eyes to a career path that I think will serve me well. However, in my research I learned that this profession is purely reputation-based, and I have no reputation to speak of. Right now, I plan to start my own website where people can contact me for this new job, and I was hoping as 'payment' you could post an honest review of my analysis and whether or not it was helpful there in order to help me boost my reputation.

If not, I fully understand. Why risk your own reputation one someone you've never met? I will help anyway, so please don't feel pressured into taking this deal. But any time after this message, I will be considering asking for a small and affordable fee.

Again, I wish you the best of luck in your future heroics journey, and hope you have a good day."

Momo almost broke down crying. A complete stranger, with no idea who she was, sent her genuine good wishes and outright stated they did not want any of her money. It felt so fresh to have a real interaction like that, even if it was digital. She quickly typed out a response with her discord link and asked if they could talk later today, hoping to extend this interaction as much as possible.


The sudden sound of the message notification nearly caused Izuku to jump out of his chair. "I thought I turned notifications off?" After recovering from his small heart attack saw it was from Ordinary. "Wait, shouldn't they be in school right now?" After a moment he realized how hypocritical that thought was, "Well, guess I don't have any room to talk."


Yu Takeyama collapsed onto her couch after a long and confusing day. It seemed everyone on the street during her patrol with Kamui Woods was giving her weird praises and encouragements. Some of the older folks even tried to give her pep talks. She at first assumed this was just the new hero experience, but the entire time everyone seemed to be giving Shinji the side eye. Some bolder people outright glared at him, and at least two younger men went out of their way to snap their fingers and create sparks, an act that was technically illegal but if they went around and arrested everyone for illegal quirk usage society would become dystopian in a heartbeat.

When she asked Shinji about all of this at the end of their patrol he seemed just as confused as she was, having no clue why people were acting so strange.

"Aaaahh, still have to do paperwork!" She used all her remaining strength to sit up straight and pull her coffee table closer, her laptop already on top of it. "Geeze, why do I have to write a report after every patrol? Can't this be weekly?" Waking her laptop from sleep she sees that her business email had an unusual number of messages, especially as this was only her second day on the job.

She fully expected to receive a hefty dose of both fan mail and hate mail with her costume and attitude, but this was a little fast even for her. However, after reading a few she discovers that almost all of these are interview requests from different news companies. "What the hell is going on?"


Authors Notes;

No offense to the gas station employees who read this, but I've worked my time there and I don't wish a lifetime of gas station service to anyone.

I feel like Izuku's part of the chapter dragged on a bit, but I didn't really see where to trim the fat. Hopefully yall don't mind.

As you can probably tell, I don't have a lot of experience writing vain teenage girls, so this was pretty painful for everyone involved. For our and Momo's sake I'll try to keep that to a minimum.

As always, leave a comment/review. They tell me what I did right, what I did wrong, and I just enjoy getting them.