The Erasure Hero

Izuku and Eraserhead stared down at each other, Izuku not being able to see the pro's expression as his eyes were hidden under his golden goggles. It made him shiver but he didn't back down, he couldn't, especially not now. It was the time to prove himself. Izuku flinched and the next moment he was ducking and picking up his duffle bag full of clothes that he had dropped earlier as the capture weapon passed by where his head had been. 'He's going easy…' It was obvious, still, Izuku had to push himself.

With a quick pivot on his foot, Izuku took off running down the corridor, thanks to Gran Torino's training, Izuku's spatial awareness let him dodge the capture weapon as Aizawa ran after him, at a much faster rate than Izuku due to his build and not having any bags on. 'Can't outrun him, take him head on!'

Eraserhead grumbled, slightly disappointed, as he let out his capture scarf again, the boy well within his range. What he didn't expect was the boy spinning on his foot, allowing the scarf to wrap around his arm. However, he kept on spinning, and with the continued momentum he pulled Aizawa towards him. 'Smart… but…' Aizawa flipped over the boy, dodging a punch. 'Not enough.'

Striking out with a punch, he was once again surprised when his arm was blocked with a kick. "I know I'm not as good at fighting as you are!" A thrown bag was easily caught by Aizawa, the following punches and kicks were as well. The words made Aizawa grin, he knew he was fighting a losing battle yet he was still continuing, it was illogical in a normal fight, but this wasn't a fight, this was a test.

A second bag, a small pencil bag, hit Aizawa in the face, making him flinch, "But I won't give up!" With the flinch, and eyes closed, Izuku activated Full Cowling and rammed into the pro's stomach, tackling him into a wall and holding him in place.

Aizawa quickly used his quirk again and the boy's quirk died, however he was quickly smacked with a headbutt.

The student tried to get in as many body shots as he could while he had Aizawa pinned, though it wasn't many as the man expertly got away, bringing up a leg and landing a solid kick that knocked Izuku away and onto the ground, though the boy continued his momentum into a roll and got up, throwing his backpack. Aizawa had to admit, even as he ducked under the bag, that he was impressed.

With his expertise in using the weapon, he wrapped it around the boy's leg and pulled hard. Making his opponent lose balance and fall on his back. Before Izuku could do anything else, Aizawa pinned him to the ground, his hidden knife scarily close to his cheek. He puffed for breath as he smiled, "All the videos I've found on you to do analysis do not do you justice Easerhead-sensei."

Eraserhead's hand to hand skills were crazy, better than even Kendo's, and she'd been studying martial arts for most of her life!

The pro grinned, "None of my students this year knew who I was…. Even the most studious of them, so how do you?" It had been eating at him ever since the USJ.

Izuku gulped, the blade too close for comfort. His eyes shifted from it to his opponent, his new teacher and mentor for internships, "I didn't know I had a quirk for a long time…" The words made Aizawa remember his stand off with Vlad in the teacher's lounge before the sports festival, "It was too strong for my body, I needed to be in peak physical condition to use it…or else my limbs would have blown off." Aizawa imagined the bloody imagery, green tufts in a sea of red, "So I thought I could make up for it by using my mind, I researched all kinds of heroes, big ones, small ones, strong quirks, situational ones, rescue, combat, and even underground."

Aizawa nodded and got off, allowing him to get up. Izuku stood and dusted himself off, sending a smile at the pro, "You were always one of my favorites."

"Me?" It was honestly a surprise at the confession.

The child's smile only grew in size, "Yeah! You basically fought quirkless and took down villains with nothing but skill once you got them on an even playing field, that's amazing!" So the kid was a hero nerd, he wasn't sure if that was good to know or not.

Aizawa's scarf fell and hung limply on his shoulders as he pulled his goggles down, his eyes onyx in color, "Skill is important, both with your body and your quirk, which I see you've made a good deal of progress with since the entrance exams." He commented.

Izuku gathered his bags and nodded, "Kan-sensei and Torino-sensei helped me a lot with developing my quirk! I'll forever be in their debt!"

The gruff man nodded and handed Izuku a case, a silver one with a big red "19" on the side. "Here, you'll be needing this while you work under me."

Taking the case, Izuku held it close with a wide grin, already knowing what Aizawa had done. He had intercepted Izuku's case getting here so he could make sure the boy was alone while everyone else left, allowing Aizawa to test Izuku with no one around, while also giving him no time to prepare. It was a pure test of his reaction times and working when ambushed. 'All Might wasn't lying…. Eraserhead is hardcore.'

Aizawa called the boy as he was already at the exit of the station, "Come on kid, time is precious, don't be irrational and waste it."

Izuku yelped and quickly ran to catch up, 'I didn't even hear him walk away!'

This internship was certainly going to be interesting.

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The two were in a small beat up black car as Aizawa loaded Izuku's stuff inside, once done he entered the car and sighed as the boy was scrolling through his phone, "So–" Midoriya's eyes shot up to meet his, attentive, good, "-I don't have an agency like normal pros due to being underground, while I do have a few cities in mind we can set up in for our internships I thought I would ask you if there are any cities you'd be interested in."

Izuku blinked at the rather kind gesture, before nodding, there was definitely one city that came to mind. One he had been thinking about ever since he heard the news about Iida's brother. "Hosu."

The hobo looking man couldn't help but raise an eye as he started the car up, the revving of the engine moving the car for a moment, the drive would take a while, a bit longer than he would like, but it gave him more time to learn about his new student. "Why Hosu?"

Izuku's fist clenched around his phone, "Iida." Something had been irking him about the Vice-Rep of Class 1-A for a while now. He met Aizawa's eyes, not seeing any confusion, he most likely knew, "Who did Iida-kun intern with?"

"Pro Hero: Manual–"

"Who is based in Hosu."

Aizawa nodded, "Correct." Did the kid just know that off of the top of his head? How much did he know about heroes? If the kid knew about Eraserhead then he certainly knew a lot. "Where are you going with this?"

Izuku looked down and sighed, "Hosu is the last known active site of the Hero Killer: Stain, his last known target was the Turbo Hero: Ingenium, or Iida-kun's older brother…"

The pro had already known what had happened, he'd seen the news as soon as the Sports Festival was finished, and he had to admit deep down in his heart that it hurt, a lot, to see one of his old classmates taken down in such a way. He wasn't dead, but still, having to retire and be paralyzed for the rest of your life because of one masked crazed lunatic? It was almost a fate worse than death. On top of that, it just brought back too many memories.

"..I-I'm worried about Iida-kun, sir… I feel like he's going to do something reckless… I mean he could have interned with his family's agency! But… he chose a much smaller pro for seemingly no reason…" Manual wasn't a bad hero, he just didn't compare to the Iida family in any way.

Aizawa nodded, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he focused on the road, "You're worried he'll do something reckless and irrational, you're worried he'll go after Stain himself."

Izuku nodded, "Y-Yessir…"

"Hosu it is then…" The car's engine yelled as the vehicle sped up, taking a sharp turn before hitting an empty road that would lead out of the city towards Hosu, "Even if you aren't right about this, why go out of your way to do this?" What was the kid planning to accomplish?

The boy only quirked a brow, "What do you mean?" He asked in confusion, "Isn't it a hero's job to meddle even when they aren't asked?"

Aizawa grimaced at the words, 'Damn it, All Might…'

The rest of the ride was silent, Izuku was left wondering if he had said something wrong to offend the man and kept his mouth shut so as to not further anger the pro.

It took hours for them to arrive at the city, dark skies ran over, and the only thing that Aizawa could hear besides the pouring rain was the, admittedly very quiet, snoring of the child next to him. He grunted as he came to a stop at a seemingly random building. "Wake up." He shook the boy's shoulder and Izuku woke up slowly but surely.

"E-Eh…?" The boy muttered as he cleaned drool off his face.

"Let's go."

They both stepped out of the car, Izuku following quickly, scrambling to do so, as he woke up in alarm, walking around the parking lot, getting drenched in rain, as they entered the building. The lobby was small, with bright white walls that looked like they were peeling and ruined floors, at a small wooden desk sat a woman reading a novel. "Follow me."

Keeping in step with Aizawa, Izuku reached the front desk, holding all of his things, which he found rather easy due to all the muscle he had. The woman that sat there looked at Aizawa and raised a brow, lowering her tiny glasses.

"Caretaker protocol." He answered her look.

The receptionist just shot him a smirk and handed him two keys.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, Eraserhead." She said with a laugh.

With a grunt, the man led Izuku down a hall to an elevator that shook as they stepped in it creaked a bit before the elevator went up the shaft. "Eraserhead-sensei, why is this place so run down?" Izuku asked in confusion.

The man turned back and gave him a lazy grin, "That's the cover."

Izuku raised a brow as the elevator opened, his eyes shot open at the beautiful state the halls were in, clean and crisp dark, rich wooden walls, a soft and exquisite ruby carpet over rich dark wooden floors, pictures of pros all over the walls. "W-What is this place?"

"Underground Hero centers." Aizawa answered as he walked down the halls, "There's one in each city, made specifically for underground heroes to use while they're stationed somewhere."

"Woah… I didn't know that…"

"You're not supposed to."

They found their way to their rooms, side by side, and Aizawa handed Izuku his key, "Put your uniform on and meet me back out here in five minutes."

"Y-Yessir!" Izuku quickly opened his door after fumbling with it for a couple seconds and quickly shutting the door behind him.

The boy ran to his bed, throwing his duffel bag with clothes on it and dropping his school bag on the floor as he dropped the case on the bed and opened it up, opening each latch with a satisfying click with a smile as the case popped open.

Compared to the old one, the new one was much more interesting. He quickly took it out and began putting on the dark green jumpsuit, smiling as it had a nice snug fit. Though he raised a brow and knocked on his abs and chest, "Reinforced plates?" He glanced at the case and looked through it for a second before finding a note.

Hey Muscles!

I noticed that you kinda didn't have any sort of protection, yeah being able to fight and all is good, but still I'd thought something would be better than nothing! So I added some plates within this fabric, they're carbon fiber, so they'll help against blunt objects and knives!

The gloves will respond to the motion you showed me for that Air Force thingy you talked about, they'll enter what I call "Air Bullet Mode." Whenever you enter that motion, the gloves will automatically enter that mode, the rest of the time they'll be in rest mode, so don't worry about accidentally setting off a bunch of Air Bullets!

The future CEO of Hatsume Industries!

Izuku grinned at the letter and zipped up the suit and then went for the boots, they slid on pretty well and when his foot was all the way in he felt them lock into place, being pretty snug but they felt good, right. "Hatsume-san outdid herself." Izuku couldn't help but grin as he hopped in place.

Finally, the forearms and gloves were a good fit, just like the boots. The gloves, Izuku loved them, they slid on pretty well, and he analyzed the holes on the knuckles. Izuku grinned and walked around, looking at himself in his costume before noticing a mirror.

He stood tall, feeling confident with his new hair and costume, feeling like a true and proper hero-in-training.

Izuku quickly made his way out of the room, sliding his phone into a secure pocket, and standing nervously in the hall. "Good, you're rational." Izuku spun around, seeing Aizawa on the floor in a yellow sleeping bag, "Time is important." He could only nod at his strange teacher, the man got up and slid out of the cocoon before beckoning Izuku to follow Aizawa throughout the halls before they exited the building through a back door that led to an alley. Izuku looked around before he heard a whoosh, glancing at where Aizawa was to see that he was gone.

"E-Eh?"

"Get up here." Izuku looked up to see Aizawa looking down at him from the top of a rooftop.

"E-EH!"

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Izuku gasped for breath as he and Aizawa jumped from rooftop to rooftop, looking for trouble within the vast city that was Hosu. They'd only mean running around for a short period of time before they heard a cry that disrupted the sounds of cars and streetlights. Before Izuku could even turn to the sound of the noise, Eraserhead was already running towards it, his mobility and experience putting him far ahead of Izuku. 'Come on!' Izuku yelled at himself as he ran after the pro, 'Gotta keep up!'

By the time he had gotten down, the criminal had been dealt with and was wrapped in Aizawa's capture weapon, a botched robbery apparently where the criminal tried to rob a frail old man of his wallet. Aizawa returned the items to the old man that was getting mugged before turning to his intern. "For now just focus on keeping up, this is an internship, not a work study, you are only authorized to watch. Do. Not. Engage. Unless specifically allowed to, or attacked first, am I clear?"

With a gulp and gasp for breath, Izuku nodded. "G-Got it sir!"

"Good, now let's wait for the cops."

The two waited around, Izuku keeping Full Cowling active in case anything happened. 'I need to keep up…!'

Once the cops arrived and had taken the criminal away, the two set out once more. Aizawa scaled the wall of the building and landed on the top of the roof, Izuku quickly followed him as they once again set out on running across the footops, Eraserhead always ahead of him.

They had worked for five hours straight, Izuku always showing up as soon as Eraserhead had dealt with the criminals. It was infuriating and tiring, and Eraserhead hadn't given Izuku a single minute to breathe. The movement was constant. But by the end of the night he had begun to adjust to it.

"Alright, last one before we head back for the night." Aizawa announced as they came to a stop. He had to admit, he thought the kid would have kept up more, but it was a little too much to expect, after all he was going all out. Still, 'Thought he would have had a little more drive.'

Meanwhile, Izuku was thinking.

'What can I do….' Anything, something, nothing, a couple things, a bunch of ideas that were being shut down, brought up, closed, thought about, rejected, denied, before he finally came up with himself viable, 'Explosive speed turbo.'

He had seen Bakugo use something he called Explosive Speed Turbo during the Sports Festival, using explosions to propel himself through the air.

Izuku knew exactly how it had worked, because well, he had come up with it. Back when they were kids, before their relationship had soured so much, and even after it did, he still studied the move and other possible ones relentlessly, all of Explosion's possibilities were within his mind. He knew that quirk more than any other, and now, he could apply those theories to his own.

Though it wasn't exactly the same, it had the same premise, with Izuku using his Air Force, 'It's still unpracticed but maybe this can work….' He clenched his fists before entering them into the motion he used during the Sports Festival, 'Just like that, at the same time, fifteen percent should be enough to do the trick.'

Eraserhead glanced at the kid, watching as he muttered at high speeds. He couldn't make out anything he was saying, all of it sounding like gibberish, and that look in his eyes…. 'Do something interesting.'

The two finished their resting and were off once more, Izuku staying cool and calculated, pushing his quirk to stay with Aizawa but not too far as to get ahead. The main difference between them was not speed, but experience. Aizawa expertly knew how to scale buildings, jump across them, and take big leaps that at a glance didn't seem possible to make. Izuku was still a novice at that.

But he picked up quickly.

"HELP!"

Aizawa turned towards the yell in an instant, another alleyway crime. The pro pivoted his foot towards the scream and leaped off the building he was on, ready to barrel towards the villain.

And so was Izuku.

The boy leaped high into the air, his arms hanging behind him, "DOUBLE DELAWARE SMASH: AIR FORCE!" With two simultaneous smashes, Izuku was sent hurtling through the air at high speeds, passing Aizawa before tackling a shady looking figure in the alleyway, a giant burly man. Aizawa quickly followed, Izuku jumping back as the pro wrapped the villain in capture tape.

"You're under arrest for–"

"Oh god, thank you!"

"-criminal… what?"

The man placed a hand on his side, where he was visually bleeding, "That- that FREAK! Little thing came out of nowhere with a knife! Said I'd look more beautiful covered in blood!" The man panicked as his breath picked up pace.

Aizawa glanced at Midroiya as he sat with the man, "Move to intercept, hold and wait for me while I administer medical assistance."

Izuku quickly nodded before running down the alley, "It'd be faster to travel like Gran Torino-sensei." He kicked Full Cowling up to ten percent and bounced from wall to wall, an electric green blur to those that saw him. "Come on…" He took a hard turn down an alley and saw a figure, small, petite, "Little thing…." Just like the man had said, "HEY!" Izuku bounded towards her with a start.

The figure spun around, and next he knew, something silver was thrown at him, "AGH!" Izuku cried as a knife grazed his cheek. Before he could wipe the blood off of his face, the person had jumped at him. He quickly dodged, fighting against Kendo and Gran Torino had helped him develop his dodging skills. 'Fast, skilled too!'

With a palm strike that hit the attacker's gut, they were sent skidding away.

The thin figure slowly got up, piercing cat-like golden eyes gazed into Izuku's emerald ones. They made Izuku pause, the amount of fear, hate, disgust, and sadness in them. The overwhelming amount of negativity caused him to freeze, "Miss, are you okay–"

She didn't respond and instead ran straight for him, pulling another knife from a holster hidden under her skirt and swiping at him relentlessly. "Stop!" A knick that barely cut his costume, "I just–" A dodge at a stab aimed for his head, "Wanna help!" He grabbed her wrists and applied pressure to the tendon making her wince and drop the knife.

The girl flinched before jumping, their arms still connected, and wrapped her legs around his neck. "Don't lie to me!" Izuku winced as she started applying pressure.

'Dang it!' He cursed as he felt his airways locking up, 'A-Air!' Izuku tried to get in as much as he could but only made pained gasps as the girl squeezed tighter. 'Think! An…. idea…!' With barely any air getting to his brain, Izuku's instincts took over and he did the only thing that he could come up with, "HRMPH!"

"AHH!" The girl yelled and let go before smacking Izuku in the head, "You bit me!"

The hero-in-training greedily sucked in air, "Y-Yeah…well….that wouldn't have happened…if you didn't…try to choke me…" He grabbed his neck and gasped, "That…hurt…a lot.."

"So did you biting me!" The lady yelled back.

Now that they weren't fighting, Izuku had a chance to analyze her. Looking up and down, she looked around his age, maybe a year or two older than him. She had hair like Bakugo, piercing golden eyes, and had a school uniform. "I apologize, I was fearing for my life, but alright let's calm down…" Izuku raised his hands placatingly.

That didn't seem to calm the girl at all, so instead Izuku sat down, "I'm here to help." He could see her shaking, and her eyes seemed almost unfocused.

Before she could respond, they both heard the sound of police sirens, causing her to lock up. "I…" She took a step back before running.

Izuku got up to follow her but stopped when a hand was laid on his shoulder. "Leave it." The gruff voice of Eraserhead stated.

"Eh? B-But why?" Izuku asked as he looked back at the underground hero.

The pro glanced at where the girl previously was, as if mulling over some thoughts, "She's a serial killer, or I guess serial stalker would be better, Himiko Toga, I knew as soon as we arrived at the man. She's a B-Rank villain, her file states that she always attacks on site, but you managed to talked to her." The man then looked at Izuku, "What did you see when you saw her?"

Izuku was shocked at the information about her, but then he mulled over Aizawa's question and frowned, "A scared girl." The shaking, her eyes, they all pointed to that.

Aizawa nodded and began to walk away, "She'll seek you out again, that's how she operates, she doesn't let someone go until she gets their blood." His words made Izuku shiver as he followed the man back to where the police were so they could head back to their headquarters soon, "But… maybe you can save her. After all, a hero's job isn't to just beat up thugs, we fight the unfairness of the world, and I believe she was dealt an unfair hand."

His student looked in awe before nodding to himself, "I promise, Eraserhead-sensei, I will save Toga!"

"Not how you are now."

"Eh?!"

The pro sighed, "You need more hand to hand training, you've been learning with people that have that, trained against people to the point where your reflexes and dodging are pretty decent, but you need to be able to fight well on an equal playing field." They arrived at the police cruisers, seeing a medic tending to the man, "On top of that, you're still a hero-in-training, an emphasis on training, you aren't a pro yet, so until then, rely on us to deal with it."

With that, they reported what they found to the police, Himiko Toga had fled the scene, though before they could leave the paramedic walked up to Izuku, "Hey, do you want us to patch up that cheek of yours?" They asked to which Izuku grazed his cheek with this glove.

He remembered their short fight, Toga managing to cut his cheek, 'Why does she use knives..? Perhaps related to her quirk? Maybe, more research needs to be done.' Shaking his head, he replied, "No, sir, thank you though, I'll take care of it."

"All right, kid, thanks for the help."

"You're welcome!" And as they returned to where they were staying, leaving Izuku to mull over his thoughts and what Aizawa had told him.

Sitting at his desk with his laptop open and multiple notebooks laid out in front of him, Izuku continued to work into hours of daybreak. Since he had slept during the day, he didn't feel too tired when they were patrolling but his exhaustion was getting to him, and his sore body made him want to crawl into bed.. Letting out a yawn, he groaned. Plenty of research had been done, he didn't find too much public information, as it seemed that the information was trying to be struck down, but with what he did find he came up with plenty of notes on her quirk.

"Transformation depending on blood intake…" It was truly an interesting quirk. "I mean the infiltration applications are endless, and the fact that she gains other people's muscle mass, even if she might not get their quirks, using other people's muscle mass is extremely useful…"

But that left him with one thought.

"That knife she cut me with…" She got him, that blood, it had his blood, his…DNA… "One For All….!" Izuku quickly pulled out his own and scrolled through his still short contact list before hitting a name.

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The Number One Hero All Might enjoyed many things in life, one of those being sleep, after all who didn't? And after the stress that the school year had been placing on him so far, who thought teaching would be so hard, he finally had a break that he could exploit while his students were at their internships.

So, the pro snuggly fit into his mattress as his mind was trapped in the depths of bliss.

"A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE–"

And with that noise, everything was ruined. The skeleton man jolted up in alarm before blinking at his phone, grabbing it and turning it over, he saw the caller ID. 'What…? What's Young Midoriya doing calling me so early in the morning..? It's not even five yet…' All Might blinked at the brightness before answering the phone. "Hello…?" His hoarse voice spoke from lack of water.

"A-A-ALL MIGHT?!"

The man winced and pulled the phone away, 'Kid…' With a sigh he spoke, "Yes…?"

"S-Some girl with a blood digestion quirk cut me today, w-w-will she get…" Izuku lowered his voice, "One For All…?"

The pro sighed, this was honestly on him for not explaining more of the quirk, or its origins. He should do that. 'I guess when he comes back from internships, that would be the best opportunity to do it…' The pro rolled over, snuggling into his pillow, "One For All cannot be forcibly taken, it must be willed to the next user…"

"Oh…so I'm good?"

"Yes, you are good Young Midoriya, now please, it's early in the morning."

"A-AH! I'M SORRY ALL MIGHT, GOODNIGHT!"

With a click, the call ended and the number one hero tossed his phone to the side. The man couldn't help but let a small smile grow on his face as he thought about his successor. "Midoriya's a good kid."

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Eraserhead grumbled as he alarm blared, set to 5 AM. He had a plan for this kid and he was gonna make sure it was realized. With a groan, he rolled out of bed, hitting the floor before pushing himself up. He grabbed a black shirt and threw it on before going over and grabbing his capture weapon. "Hand to hand combat training." That was the plan for today.

Exiting his room after putting his shoes on, Aizawa knocked on his student's door, however he didn't hear anything. "Child, come out, it's time to work." Nothing, he groaned and knocked again. 'God damn it…' He sighed and was gonna walk in before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning to see one of the cleaning ladies. "Ah sorry… I'll keep the noise down."

"Thank you." She spoke before pushing her cart, the wheels turned and screeched before halting, "He's down at the training gym."

Aizawa paused, 'He's down already…?' Quickly making his way to the stairwell, he jumped down the steps, heading for the underground levels. "How did he even know where the underground gym was…?" With a final leap, Aizawa opened the door to the gym level, walking in to hear the sound of grunting.

He turned before hiding behind a corner, seeing the boy doing push ups… just on his hands… his body upright in the air. "Come on…!" Due to gravity his face was red, he lowered his body before grunting and pushing up. "Ninety…seven!" Aizawa blinked in confusion. Ninety-seven…? Of those kinds of push-ups? "Ninety….eight!" He almost couldn't believe it. "Ninety-nine!" If someone told him he wouldn't have. "HUNDRED!"

With a final push, Izuku leaped into the air, landing on his feet, before starting the kicks that he had been developing for his new Shoot Style prior to leaving for their agencies.

"He did that all without his quirk…" Aizawa grumbled. "What is Kan feeding this kid?"

Finishing fifty kicks with his right leg, Izuku moved onto his left, yelling the count for each one.

"He's dedicated…" Aizawa couldn't believe how wrong he was. Seeing the kid as arrogant? As just another kid that had a big head cause he had a strong quirk. He wasn't that at all. The kid had gotten up before even him to start working on his body. And comparing how he looked now to his ID photo from his application for the entrance exam… the kid filled out a lot in less than a year.

Izuku Midoriya had clearly put in a lot of work into his body, so why was his quirk so far behind during the entrance exam?

"Was he really thought to be quirkless..?" Thinking back to his confrontation with Kan in the teacher's lounge that first week of school. It had been happening over and over, his mind going back to it ever since the USJ. The anger Kan felt towards him, he could understand it now. Yeah, the kid was reckless and naive, but he was definitely worthy of being a hero.

As Izuku finished up another set of kicks, Eraserhead stepped out, clearing his throat and causing the young student to focus on him. "Good, you're up early, saves me the trouble of waking you up myself." The pro stopped before tossing his capture scarf to the side and entering a fighting pose, "Now, show me what you've got."

"A-Ah!" Izuku yelped before blocking as best he could. The boy quickly admitted, just like the day prior, he was far outmatched.

Eraserhead moved with a quickness and grace that Izuku simply couldn't hope to match. Compared to Eraserhead, his moves were ungraceful, sloppy, and hesitant. His teacher didn't waste a single movement, not giving any chance for Izuku to capitalize on or a moment to breathe either.

On top of that, Izuku didn't have a good fighting style fleshed out to mesh with his build, and while he usually relied on speed, he lacked that speed when not in Full Cowling, something he couldn't do when facing off against Eraserhead.

Yet, he knew he needed to do something, he couldn't keep fighting on the back foot. With a grunt, he threw a fist forward, Eraserhead moved his head out of the way, but then Midoriya slammed his wrist into Eraserhead's face, something hurting a lot more than it was supposed to. The man flinched and stumbled back before eyeing his student.

Izuku raised his arms, entering a fighting stance as he displayed his friendship bracelet on the arm that hit the pro's face.

"A bracelet…?"

"Friendship bracelet."

Eraserhead blanked as the kid was literally beating him with the power of friendship. Running forward, Izuku threw quick and strong strikes that he hoped would land, however, none of them even grazed his opponent. "You're going to have to try harder than that kid." The words challenged Izuku, beckoning him to come to Aizawa with all he had.

"Yeah, I know!" The verdette ran at Aizawa, jumping off a piece of training equipment, getting in the air and raising a fist. "SMASH!" Aizawa raised his arms to block but what he didn't expect was both of Izuku's legs to crash into him, sending them both sprawling.

Izuku quickly got to his feet and ran at Aizawa as he was getting up, the man did a spin and launched to his feet. The boy wasn't ready for the kick that hit his chest, he fell onto a piece of equipment, a bench, and coughed. "God…that hurt…"

Relaxing his shoulder and calming his breathing, Aizawa approached the student and gave him an arm to grab. "Not terrible, not great either, it's clear you're focused on speed, and so, we'll start working on your punches, since you already have a good idea of kicks and dodging. All I'm going to do is show you better how to take and throw punches."

His student could only grunt as he got up, nodding and barely getting out a "Yessir…"

The two got to it, with Aizawa showing the boy basic punching forms that would mesh well with his kicks, ones that he could easily enter from his kicking stance. It took time for Izuku to get adjusted to them, but to Aizawa he was doing much better than his own students.

After that they focused on speed and accuracy, Izuku needing to move his arms as fast as he could, and Aizawa strictly banned quirk usage for this. The boy would need to get used to doing it without his quirk, and only then once he had gotten a good hold of it would he be allowed to activate the power.

Though, that made the experience less enjoyable for Izuku as he was constantly berated for going too slow. Punching the exact same part of the bag, which they had marked with a small pad that his fist would barely fit in, was rough. With the bag moving as soon as he hit it, landing in the same spot was harder than the boy had imagined. However, he slowly and surely got the hang of it, emphasis on the slow part.

It was now a break, as Izuku was getting exhausted. Said boy sighed as he fell onto the matted floor with a sigh.

"Sorry….we gotta…slow down…" Izuku apologized.

That made Aizawa raise a brow, "Don't apologize, running yourself ragged will only have the opposite effect you want, it's beneficial to take breaks." He was even more curious when his words made the boy smile, as if he was recalling a memory that had been activated by Aizawa's words. "Now, go get some lunch, the rest, you'll need the energy for later."

"Got it!" With a lunch break that they were taking before Izuku would be instructed to gain energy for their nightly patrol, Izuku took out his phone and started shooting texts to his friends. "I wonder how they're doing."

Cut here

Kendo grinned as she and her opponent circled each other on a mat, the one opposing her looking much like the novice she was. The bumbling brunette was sweating, standing in a shaky stance with not much confidence as she squared off against Kendo.

The redhead could only grin as she moved forward, easily dodging all the attempted strikes sent her way, before slamming a palm into her opponent's stomach, the brunette coughing up saliva and stumbling back. The reaction made Kendo wince as she immediately got out of her fighting stance to instead fret over her peer. "Ah, I'm so so sorry Uraraka-san, are you okay?"

The gravity girl gave a shaky thumbs up, "Yeah..! Just.. need a second…" She coughed and held her stomach

Off to the side, Gunhead looked on in approval, 'Kendo not only has good fighting skills, but honor and kindness as well, a good balance for an aspiring hero, Uraraka needs some work but she can definitely get there, honestly putting her up against Kendo is unfair at this point.' The pro clapped his hands and drew their attention. "Alright! Break time! You guys have fifteen minutes, after that we'll come back and you both will run through the motions of my martial art style, got it?!"

"YES SIR!" They both answered.

The two walked off to the side where benches sat, Uraraka collapsed onto one while Kendo grabbed her water bottle, a towel, and her phone. She threw the towel over her shoulder and took a sip of water before opening her phone and heading to the group chat she and her friends shared.

Cinnamon Roll: I just got my butt kicked by Eraserhead!

Kendo spit out her water and devolved into a flurry of giggles at the message

Uraraka perked up and glanced at the girl. "What's so funny, Kendo-san?"

The misty clone showed Uraraka her phone, to which the brunette giggled. "Who's cinnamon roll?"

Kendo had to admit, not everyone knew about Midoriya and she forgot about that fact. He was a little plain looking now that she thought about it, but that wasn't a bad thing. "Oh, that's Midoriya!"

Uraraka blinked, Midoriya, she knew that name, "The one with green hair, right?" Kendo just nodded and went back to texting her friends. 'Cinnamon roll, huh?' She thought back to the practical, mainly the boy's final stand in the last few minutes. Taking a small sip of her own water, she thought, 'He seemed pretty hardcore to me.'

Cut here

Reiko wanted to collapse as she felt a massive headache coming on, she knew she couldn't hold for much longer but she would push for as long as she could. "Just five more seconds." She told herself as the weight she held forced her to keel. "Just…a little….AH!" She felt her control slip and was forced to stop, the massive weight of a dragon that was released from her hold fell, creating a dust cloud as it hit the ground.

The dirt departed and left standing was the smiling form of human Ryukyu. "Good job, not many telekinetic users your age can hold for that long."

Reiko nodded at the praise as she grabbed her head, her mentor walking over. Helping the girl to her feet, Ryukyu slung an arm around her shoulder. "Come, let's get some food and medicine for that headache, you earned it."

That made the ghost girl smile just a tad. "Thank you, though I wish I could have done a little more."

Ryukyu sighed and smiled, understanding the feeling wholeheartedly, "It'll come with time, that's why you're here, in the time I have you we'll do our best to help you cultivate your powers, fighting style, rescue ops, and deduction techniques. You won't be a pro right away, it takes time to get good, and everyone has a starting line."

"You are correct, Ryukyu-sensei…"

"That I am, now let's go eat!"

Reiko smiled as she followed her teacher, pulling out her phone and glancing at her notifications. She couldn't help but smile at Midoriya's message, and giggle a little at Kendo's follow up one.

Big Sister: I'm kicking butt! Get over here Midoriya, you're next!

Her friends truly were wonderful, she definitely had to thank Midoriya again for recommending she come to Ryukyu instead of who she had planned. The Dragon Hero was helping her immensely. "And I won't stop improving, I shall keep going so I can fight and protect those I care about…"

Cut here

Tetsu groaned on the floor, his body creaking and aching all over, bruises surely forming on his skin. He had just sparred with Kirishima, his red haired counterpart was doing the same as him, sprawled out on the ground and gasping for air as he nursed his wounds. Fourth Kind, the pro he had interned with, stood over them and grunted, "Ya two tired from just a little spat! That's pathetic, back on ya feet!" The man picked them up by their heads, to which they both had activated their quirks, before placing them back on their feet. "Again! Until ya both can't stand!"

Ignoring the fact that moments before they were both heaps of jelly on the floor because they couldn't stand, the two slowly faced each other on shaky legs, slowly picking their arms up and having to balance themselves, they gave each other looks of determination before getting back into their brawl.

"RAHHH!"

"AHHHH!"

Over and over, despite their collapsing multiple times, Fourth Kind always picked them back up to duke it out again. Tetsu lost count of the amount of times he had gotten up. He was just going through the motions. He both felt his body aching and didn't, as if it was entering the back of his mind. He still felt the fatigue, it was ever consuming, and eating him whole. Making him still at just how tired he was.

Once again, they fell to the ground, though this time, Fourth Kind stayed back and clicked his tongue at the two..

Tetsu clenched his teeth, his utter exhaustion keeping him glued to the floor, yet he rolled onto his stomach. "Not….yet…." He gasped.

Kirishima bit his tongue as he tried to flex his core muscles to sit up but barely managed to move at all. "Just… a little more…."

The metal teen slammed a hand onto the floor and with burning forearm muscles tried to push himself up.

The hard teen fell onto his back before yelling and trying to force himself up.

"NOT YET!" They yelled in sync, trying with all their might to get up, but they just couldn't. Tetsu's fist clenched as he tried with all his might to push himself up but he still just fell to the floor at the same time as Kirishima's back hit the ground.

Silence shook the room as the two basked in their disappointment, to which it was quickly replaced by laughter.

"ALRIGHT!" Fourth Kind yelled with a massive grin, making both his students look at him, "THOSE THE GUTS I LIKE TO SEE BOYS, BRAVO TO YA BOTH!" The man couldn't be more proud as he grabbed both students up once more and plopped them on their feet, "Go get some food ya two, ya earned it!"

The two teens traded a look before breaking out into smiles, "YES SIR!" They desperately needed the food.

Cut here

Monoma walked the halls of UA, the quiet scenery keeping him nice and calm as he found himself heading to Gym Gamma, the hero he interned with had been Vlad King. The man had been working on getting Monoma to switch between the quirks he was using rapidly, getting third years to assist in this endeavor for extra credit. As well as using quirks that he hadn't had the best of luck with, like a student called Togata whose quirk made him intangible.

At first, it seemed cool, and then Monoma realized how hard it was to use.

Now, Vlad King was focused on getting Monoma to use complicated quirks quickly and from switching from one to the other.

But, on top of that, Vlad King was also teaching someone else, someone that Monoma knew. To Monoma's understanding, this was a favor to another teacher. So, as he walked into Gym Gamma, he found himself face to face with Shinso, "Didn't think you'd be here so early."

The Gen Ed student sighed and rolled his shoulders, trying to stand straight, "It's part of Midoriya's plan, gotta get up early to do morning exercises." His body had been incredibly sore, after all the plan he had been given was not easy, he was almost half tempted to quit at some points, but he pushed through.

And, somehow, had gained the attention of the homeroom teacher of 1-A. The man had assisted him in training and had even begun showing him how to use his signature capture weapon.

Though, since the man was gone, Shinso was taking lessons from under Vlad King.

As such, he and Monoma had begun training together, even using Shinso's quirk quite a lot and pushing it to its limits. It was intriguing to be sure, and it helped Shinso truly learn more about what his quirk could do.

"Ready for the day?" Monoma asked, doing some stretches.

"Course not."

"Still gonna do it?"

"Obviously."

Monoma choked out a laugh, "Midoriya certainly has rubbed off on you."

Shinso grinned and gave his peer a look, "Says the so called "Greatest friend in the world."" The two gave each other challenging grins, a spark igniting between the two, a competitive spirit burning to life as they locked eyes.

"ALRIGHT!" Vlad King walked in with a shout, startling the two students, "Twenty laps around the gym, get to it!"

"GOT IT!"

Cut here

Well, Aizawa certainly could say that he was impressed by what he was seeing.

His student stood in the center of a large room, a basic t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts on, tennis ball cannons that were randomized set along around the room. Ones that were on the floor, others on the walls, and even more on the ceiling. The reason? Midoriya was tasked with hitting the balls mid-air, but not with his limbs.

No, he had to do it with those gloves of his.

Izuku had told Aizawa of what he called "Air Force." Which was a style of fighting where he used his special gloves, apparently made by a support course student, to fire pressurized air from his fingers using his quirk.

With that, Izuku's task of hitting all the tennis balls with his air bullets was going rather well, the boy worked fast, and he had a good eye. There were a few that slipped from his grasp, but he had gotten around 70% of them, if Aizawa had to take a rough guess.

The machines stopped firing and Izuku entered a normal stance with a sigh. Grabbing a rag, the boy wiped down his sweat. Aizawa had pulled him out of bed around half an hour ago, so that he could run through his Air Force. Having a misfire in the middle of a battle would be terrible after all.

Turning to his mentor, Izuku raised a brow, "How was that Eraserhead-sensei?"

The gruff looking pro approached and looked around before eyeing his student, "It was serviceable, no lowly crimínal, or at least a small amount of them, will be able to dodge those bullets of yours."

Izuku grinned and gave his mentor a thumbs up, "Thanks sensei!"

The pro grabbed his scarf and dug his face into it, that damned smile was too familiar, gave him too many emotions, too many memories. Shaking his head, he dispelled the thoughts. "Go get your suit on, after that we'll be heading out." His student only nodded before running back to his room, "If only you were here…" Aizawa muttered, remembering a time that best be left forgotten.

An hour later

Basking in the night sky, Aizawa was glad that they hadn't seen any sight of the Hero Killer, Midoriya's hypothesis about Iida so far being incorrect. He made sure that they patrolled the same routes that Manual's agency did, so just in case something happened they would be able to follow. Though, thankfully, Iida appeared to only be doing daytime patrols, and wasn't leaving the agency on his own at night. He was thankful.

That did leave him with his intern, who appeared to be insanely focused, rapidly adapting to the atmosphere of hero patrols. His eyes were careful and calculated. At any sound of noise Izuku quickly made his way over, even though he wasn't allowed to engage, not beating Aizawa every time, but perhaps around half. That Air Force was certainly helping.

'Honestly, his development of range tactics was pretty smart, I'm just surprised he was able to figure something like that out.' Overcoming such a weakness was amazing and it made Aizawa curious of what else the little might had cooked up.

So far, they hadn't found anything, only accompanied by the cool breeze and the sound it came with. Aizawa stopped on a rooftop, pulling out a juice pouch and throwing it to his student who half-hazardly caught it. "Take a rest for a bit."

The greanette nodded and downed the pouch in one go, he was exhausted after all. He couldn't help but regard his new mentor with a look, after all, it wasn't every day you got to train with an underground hero. They were different from normal heroes, a little darker, they'd seen the worst of society after all. Izuku had too, with his upbringing, but from a very different perspective, it made him wonder what his teacher had seen. But he believed that questions like those were better left unasked.

"Any word on Iida-kun?" He asked instead.

Aizawa glanced at the boy, finishing his own pouch, "None, he seems to be acting within the ordinary for him, sticking to the rules, all of the such."

That didn't make sense to Izuku, the amount of rage he had seen in the boy's eyes just weeks ago, why was it there if he wasn't going to do anything with it? People always found ways to expel their rage, Izuku knew first hand from his childhood friend. It didn't make sense, rage wasn't like sadness, you couldn't hold it inside. "Okay."

Nothing else was said, as the two got back up to continue their patrol, Izuku focusing on observation and analysis, getting his mind to work quickly in the middle of action. It was a quiet night, not at all points but most, and it was enjoyable.

He hoped tomorrow would be like this too.

Cut here

Todoroki grit his teeth as he punched a wall, done with the words of his oh so dear father. Getting upset that he had lost to Midoriya in the Sports Festival, calling him worthless, saying he could have won if he had more experience with his fire, he was tired of it! He'd admit, maybe he should practice with his fire more, but still it was so aggravating!

So here he was, training himself to the point of exhaustion. Just to prove that old bastard wrong.

And yet, when he got a buzz on his phone, his mind was taken elsewhere.

Midoriya: Hey Todoroki-kun, are you busy?

He hadn't messaged Midoriya, not since they had traded numbers, he was what people would call introverted. Yet, he found himself responding.

You: No, I'm not, why?

After seeing the dots that indicated his friend was responding, he received another message.

Midoriya: Well, I wrote a bunch of notes on your quirk and I was wondering if you would want them? I've already converted them to a PDF that you can download.

Todoroki could only raise a brow at the news, certainly not what he was expecting to hear from the Class Rep of 1-B.

Todoroki: Can I see?

Elsewhere later that night…

It was a dark and dingy alley, blood coating the building walls and ground as a man stood in blacks and reds, his face mutilated with a cut off nose, his eyes wide and rabid. Below him, a man with eyes devoid of life, the red liquid of life coating his body, the only strange thing with the scene however… the man's blades were clean. The man grunted and looked around, searching for who could have done this.

Before he had a chance to question what was going on, a portal opened down the alley, a door to darkness birthing from nothing. The armed killer quickly turned to the source and readied a blade, startled by the random occurrence.

Out stepped a man wearing all black clothes and red shoes, thin and sickly looking, a hand covering his face, light blue hair seen underneath, crimson eyes of madness staring at the hero killer.

"You're a hard guy to find…Stain…"

END

Just wanted to let all of you guys know, I'm now cross-posting this story on AO3! So if any of you like reading there more than go do so, otherwise just keep reading here, whichever works for you!

Quick question though, for all of those watching, should Izuku try to save Toga?

And even more concerning, how would you all feel if I killed off one of Izuku's mentors?