We're giving Momo a break, but she will return next chapter.

Just a small reminder that this story contains a more canon version of Izuku's bullying, which was essentually social isolation. Still bad, but not the fanon "Izuku's back is littered with burn scars" bad.

CONTENT WARNING; and also spoiler? There is mention of suicide this chapter but its a misunderstanding.


Monday morning came by quicker than Izuku wanted it to. Back to his boring life at Aldera Middle School, sitting through classes only half paying attention to the lessons. Back to not talking and barely being acknowledged by his peers for seven hours. Back to daydreaming about how things could be better but understanding that they could easily be worse.

Nothing had changed.

So why did he feel more alone than ever before? No one was treating him any differently, he even got a few nods in greeting as he walked through the halls. Normally that indicated he was having a pretty good day. He let his mind wander and before he knew it, he was thinking about his Saturday. About spending time progressing towards a goal, and afterwards being with a person who seemingly genuinely enjoyed his presence. Perhaps after that, school just seemed more depressing and lonelier than before.

He needed to stop being so greedy.

After making his way through the quickly emptying hallways he found himself in class. Early as always because of his train schedule, he had plenty of time to sit and think. He had spent his Sunday finishing all his work so he didn't have anything productive to do, at least not school-wise, so the boy contemplated napping until the teacher started for the day.

"OI, DEKU! WHY WEREN'T YOU HERE FRIDAY!?"

Izuku's head popped up from his slumped-over position, thoughts of sleep fully expelled from his head. "Oh, hey Kacchan. Is something wrong?"

Katsuki slammed his hand down on his desk, nearly indenting the wood. "Where the hell were you? You never miss a single day at this damn place and suddenly you're not here?" The blond-haired boy all but snarled.

Izuku was more confused than ever. He was no stranger to Katsuki yelling at him, but that was almost always when he or someone else said something about him wanting to be a hero. This? This was… hostile concern? "I got sick, Mom let me stay home for the day." He still didn't enjoy lying to people, but since that is what his mom told the school to get his absence excused it wouldn't help to start announcing that he decided to stay home just because he felt like it. Thinking that this was about something else he added, "Did I miss something important?"

Katsuki leaned in, studying him, looking for something. Whether or not he found it Izuku was unsure, he simply leaned back and dug through his backpack before slamming down a packet on his desk. 'How does the paper say so clean and neat after being treated so poorly?' Izuku wonders to himself. "The notes you missed. Copy them and give them back." He started to walk away but stopped. "The old hag is cooking up a feast today for us to bring over. Tell Aunty not to cook or eat anything or it'll go to waste." Without another word he went to his seat, leaving a very confused Izuku by himself.

Well, that was odd. After quickly sending his mother a text about Katsuki's warning he started copying down the notes he was given as fast as he could. One thing Izuku could never fault the explosive boy for, he took his education seriously. His notes were more detailed than his in certain regards, and his handwriting was certainly easier to read than his own. Seeing the blond's notes right next to his own served as a reminder as to why he was number two in class while Katsuki was number one. Just before class started for the day, he was able to finish copying and return the notes. He would have to do better if he wanted to keep his grades up and make his notes more like Katsuki's.


Lunch finally came and Izuku needed the break. Mr. Kyōshi wasn't a bad teacher at all, he tried his hardest to keep his lessons energetic enough to keep everyone's attention but there is only so much history a middle schooler can take before they just stop listening. Izuku's notes always get sloppy towards the end of each lesson. A fact he wasn't proud of, but he just couldn't keep his eyes open anymore until the lunch bell startled him awake.

As soon as the teacher left he let himself stretch out his limbs, these ancient school desks doing nothing for his comfort. Only after hearing the bones in his shoulder pop did he feel relaxed and ready to get to work.

While most students fled to either the cafeteria or the yard to eat their lunches, Izuku always stayed behind and ate in class. It wasn't like anyone was waiting for him. Instead of socializing the boy likes to work on his personal projects during this time. Some people would call it sad, but he called it productive! Izuku carefully pulled out one of the books he bought from Hidden Treasure, The Beginner's Blueprint to Online Success, a fresh notebook devoid of any writing, and started his new adventure. As he was getting situated he saw Katsuki out of the corner of his eye glaring at him. Looking up to give him his full attention he saw that the blond was actually glaring at his book, but instead of his usual amount of anger, Izuku swears he sees confusion in his eyes. Whatever it was that bothered the rough teen, he left the room without making it known.

After another confusing interaction with his former friend, Izuku decided it would be easier to just get back to what he was doing. A sizable chunk of the text was common sense things such as making your site visible, making sure you had a license for everything you were doing if money was involved, having your business accounts separate from your personal accounts, and other things of that nature. Izuku didn't mind though, he was sure he would forget about the basics if he only focused on the more advanced concepts.

What did make him pause was the section about brand recognition, specifically needing a name for his site that not only made it easy to find but also let people know what it was for at first glance. He hadn't put any thought into that so far, and trying to think of a name, even just a placeholder, was proving difficult. Izuku's amateur analytics? No, if he wanted to keep the site later having amateur in the title would be detrimental. Izuku's Analyses for Hire? Maybe he should refrain from putting his name in there. Analytics for the Future? Better but he wasn't in love with it.

Before he gets far he notices some shadows on his desk. Looking up once more he sees a girl with long and bright green hair and a boy with patches of scales on his skin. "Hey", the girl started, "You're Izuku Midoriya right?"

"Um, yes?" People always ignored him unless he talked first. What did these people want?

"It true you were involved with the slime villain attack?" The boy asked, his scales appearing to shift in color as he talked.

"Technically I guess? I ran in and tried to pull Kacchan out?"

The boy seemed confused, mumbling "Kacchan?" under his breath while the girl seemed to get more excited. "That's so cool! What did it feel like? The slime I mean. Was he as big as he looked on TV?"

"Did you get to meet All Might?" the boy chimed in as well.

Izuku didn't understand what was happening. Why were they still talking to him? "It felt like Jello I guess, but with more hard spots. He was about three or four times my size. And yeah, I got to meet All Might."

The girl seemed to be hanging off his every word but the boy looked at him skeptically. "You got saved by the number one hero in the world and all you can muster is a 'yea, I met him'?" The green-haired boy started shrinking in on himself, unsure of what he did wrong.

"Oh, come off it Utagai. Not everyone is a superfan like you." The girl pushed her friend to the side and then turned back to Izuku. "But I am curious. What was he like? Is he as cool as he is in the interviews?" Her eyes were practically shining as she asked. Is that what he looked like when he talked about All Might?

"I honestly don't believe you can be a hero without a quirk"

The hero's words echoed in his head. It still hurt but he had already accepted it for the truth it was. "Um, he's a very honest person. Perhaps a bit too blunt I guess." It was a neutral answer, factually correct but nothing that would get him in trouble. But even as the girl started talking, something about catching a glimpse of the hero a year ago, the boy still seemed annoyed.

Utagai grabbed his friend's arm and started pulling her away from him and towards the door. "Let's go Yōkina, we got the wrong guy. No one meets All Might and is this lame about it. Besides, the other kid's name was Katsuki, not Kacchan."

As they entered the hall the girl, Yōkina, could still faintly be heard arguing that Izuku was telling the truth. The green-haired teen didn't really care if they believed him, he knew he was telling the truth. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to talk to him again. Izuku got right back to his notes, trying to find a better name for his website, but before he could really entrench himself into the flow he felt another shadow come over his desk. "Hey, you're the kid who ran into the slime incident right?"

And that's how his lunch was spent. Several groups of kids he had never met before all managed to find him sitting alone and asked him random questions about the attack and how cool All Might was in person. Most of them he had never seen before, and the few he did recognize never said more than two words to him in the past. It was confusing at first, but by the time it ended, Izuku was more frustrated than anything. Class was starting again and he only got to eat half his lunch and made basically no progress on his personal work. And with the Bakugo's coming over tonight he most likely wouldn't have a lot of time to work on it until tomorrow's lunch.

Shouldn't they have already asked Katsuki all of this on Friday?


Izuku and Inko were enjoying their time together watching and laughing at some soap opera neither of them had ever heard of before. It was one of their favorite pastimes whenever they had a moment of peace, just laughing at the ridiculous plots people could get invested in. Just as the missing man burst into his own wedding, revealing the him they had been following was in fact his evil twin brother, a loud and sudden banging started at their own door.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

To anyone else, it would have sounded as if someone was trying to break into their apartment, but the Midoriyas were all too familiar with the storm that was Mitsuki Bakugo. With a tired sigh, Inko stood up, not bothering to call out that she was on her way. It wouldn't stop the woman. When she opened the door Mitsuki was standing there with one leg in the air, primed to kick the door open. "Inko! It's been too long!" The fiery woman entered the apartment, devoid of any shame for her actions. Just as suddenly as she arrived, Inko found herself lifted off the floor as the taller woman wrapped her into a bear hug. "Feels like I haven't seen you in years."

"Hello Mitsuki, it's a pleasure as always." Her voice was tired, but the small smile on her face gave away how much she missed these visits. Stepping aside after being put down, she allowed the much calmer Masaru in, followed by their son. "That's a lot of tupperware…" She muttered more to herself than anyone, seeing the men hauling in stacks of boxed food taller than themselves. Izuku stood at the end of the hall witnessing this, realizing Katsuki wasn't kidding when he said his mother was cooking a feast.

Masaru and Katsuki set their respective loads onto a table near the door, each of them looking at the mini mountain of food with caution, both of them looking terrified of being buried under it if it fell. After being satisfied that they were safe they joined in the conversation. "We're sorry for invading your home like this Inko," Masaru stated in his calm and quiet voice. "But it is good to see you again."

Inko embraced the tired man in a hug, "It's good to see you too. And you both know you're always welcome in our home." The green-haired woman addressed the boy, "And Katsuki, you sure have grown since the last time you visited."

Katsuki just grumbled, pouting expressing never leaving his face even as he embraced the woman in a one-armed hug. "Hey, Auntie."

While Inko was catching up with the Bakugo family, Mitsuki spotted Izuku standing at the end of the hallway and all but ran to him. "What are you hiding back here for squirt? Give your aunt a hug!" Before he could prepare himself, Izuku found himself in a bone-crushing bear hug, lifting him off the ground just as it had his mother.

"Hi Aunt Mitsuki, I missed you." He gasped out, already regretting letting go of the precious oxygen. When she finally dropped him to the ground he tried to quickly catch his breath only to have it knocked right out of him when her palm slapped into his back.

"Kid I saw what you did. Saved my brat's life and I can't tell you how grateful I am!" The slaps just kept coming. He could feel a hand-shaped bruise starting to form. "And you've grown so much. You used to be a little pipsqueak but now look at you. Still a bit on the skinny side but tonight's dinner should fix that right up!"

Izuku couldn't get a word out, between her constant slapping and speed talking it was pointless to try. He didn't mind, not really. He learned a long time ago that aggression was just how the woman told people she loved them. Soon enough she was distracted from him by how different the apartment looked after so long demanding Inko give her a tour of the place. Feeling some relief for his back, he stood by and watched as his mother walked her around the small space they called home. Content to just let them catch up, he didn't expect Masaru to give his shoulder a little nudge. Looking up he saw the older man had collected most of the food and, once he was sure he had Izuku's attention, he nodded toward the rest of it. Catching the message Izuku hurried to help him get the buffet into the kitchen.

They silently started unboxing some of the food, deciding which should be reheated first and what could hold off for a little while longer. It was peaceful work, the older man always having a calming presence to him. "So how have you been holding up kid?"

"I've been fine. Still number two in the class, hard to beat Katsuki you know?"

"That's good to hear, but how are you doing?" He looked at him, a somber expression on his face. "Any new friends? Hobbies?"

The Bakugo's knew that Katsuki and Midoriya had grown apart over the years. It wasn't a secret they kept. But Izuku always did feel guilty that their soured relationship may have pushed the parents apart as well. He didn't call them Aunt and Uncle out of obligation, the two really did feel like family to the young boy. They helped raise him, helped his mother pay bills when they were down on their luck, and never asked for anything in return, family holidays were always spent with both of the families, he truly did love them. But for the last few years, they seemed to grow further and further apart, and he felt like he no longer knew how to talk to them.

Hearing the genuine care and concern in the older man's voice, something in him started to break. Trying to rub away a tear before it formed, he said, "I actually did make a new friend. Her name is Jirou and she's really cool. She listens to a lot of cool music and she shares it with me, my taste in music has completely changed since meeting her online. Also, she wants to be a hero when she grows up!" Whatever broke wasn't getting repaired, he couldn't stop himself from talking. "I don't have any new hobbies but someone else pointed out that my note-taking could be a monetizable skill. So lately I've been trying to build upon that and use it to help people. I already met another nice girl, she's actually the one who helped me understand that-" Izuku was suddenly pulled into a tight hug. Not as strong as Mitsuki's but just as loving. He didn't realize that he had started crying halfway into his ramble session. "I'm sorry, it's just been so lonely lately."

"It's ok, let it all out." Izuku allowed himself to be vulnerable, letting all the tears out and explaining how alone he had been feeling lately, and how even after meeting people who seemed to like him the feeling seemed to be getting worse. The man held him and listened, never once calling him foolish or greedy for wanting more in life. It felt… validating in a way. After the initial burst had subsided Masaru pulled back slightly, "You know if you ever need to vent, or if you just want to be around someone you are more than welcome in our home, right?"

"I know, I just didn't want to be a bother."

"You are never a bother Izuku, we see you as a second son."

He sniffled and wiped away the last of the tears, "I know. But things look like they are getting better. I wasn't lying when I said I made a new friend." He walked over to the sink to clean off his face. "And who knows, maybe at UA I can make more friends like her." The man smiles, glad to hear the good news.

Instead of getting up like Izuku expected, the older Bakugo pulled him back in for another hug. "Thank you for saving my boy. I don't know what we would have done if we lost him."

Izuku froze. Not knowing what to do he just spoke what he thought to be the truth. "I didn't save him. If anything, I made the situation more hazardous. We were lucky All Might was in town."

Pulling back to look into his eyes but keeping his hands firmly on his shoulders, Masaru spoke in a choked-up voice, "I know the world always fails to acknowledge what a wonderful boy you are, but don't let anyone tell you that you didn't help. I watched the news report a million times, if you hadn't dug up Katsuki's mouth when you did, he would have died. Izuku, you are our hero."

The two separated after that, neither of them knowing how to continue the conversation. It wouldn't have mattered in the long run, for as they finished cleaning themselves up Inko led the rest of the Bakugo family into the kitchen to end the tour. "We got a new stove since the last time you visited but other than that it hasn't changed at all. Don't need a lot of kitchen renovations when there's only two of you."

Mitsuki suddenly marches forward and starts in a commanding voice, "Alright, everyone out of the kitchen." Turning to Inko, "You don't have to lift a finger tonight honey. Me and Masaru here will get everything heated up, plated, and cleaned. You go back to your soap operas, tonight is your night off."

"You really don't have-"

"That goes for you to pipsqueak! If your last name is Midoriya get out! Why don't you take the brat to your room and compare All Might shrines?" She suggested as she shooed the three of them out, leaving just her and her husband to work on dinner.

In just a blink of an eye, he was in his room with… well he didn't really know what Katsuki was to him anymore. And having no time to recover from his emotional outburst he didn't want to risk talking too much. Looking over he saw the explosive boy studying the recently stripped walls, along with a box filled with All Might posters and figurines. "I've been trying to downsize." He tried to explain. Why was he explaining himself? "If you see anything you want you can have it. I think I managed to strip it down to what I want to keep." Looking back to him he saw that the boy was now studying him. The glare was still present, but like with school it seemed more confused than angry.

After some internal struggle, he just scoffs at him but starts rooting through the boxes of merch anyway. It was honestly kind of funny how the proud Katsuki Bakugo couldn't contain how much of a fanboy he was for the hero. "Didn't expect you to ever get rid of this stuff." He muttered.

Izuku didn't know if he was expecting an answer, but with nothing else to go on he did. "Well, I figured it was time to let go." He saw Katsuki's hand freeze but didn't comment on it. "I'm also sure that these will all sell for a pretty good price. I kept them as close to mint condition as I could."

Katsuki still wasn't moving. Did he see something he wanted and was embarrassed to ask? Well, talking was better than silence so let's keep going. "I managed to figure some things out on Friday. Got into contact with someone who gave me some advice on what to do with myself." The blond boy whipped around, Izuku guessed he was just surprised people were talking to him. It didn't happen often at Aldera. Just as he was about to continue he felt a yawn building up in his chest. He stifled it down as quickly as he could but doing so made his eyes water slightly. "Sorry, I'm just tired."

As he whipped his eyes clear, a sudden force slammed him into the wall. Opening them he saw Katsuki had grabbed his collar and was staring at him with an expression mixed with fury, confusion, and concern. "What the hell are you thinking!?" He whispered, or as close to a whisper as a Bakugo was capable of. It was clear that he wanted to scream but something was holding him back. "What? Are you just willing to leave Aunty by herself because some jackass on the internet told you to?! Thought you were stronger than that you damn nerd." He starts looking around in a panicked craze, "Selling for a high price? You think she'd be willing to get rid of anything of yours after you kill yourself?"

Izuku was stunned. What was he talking about? What could he have possibly…

Getting rid of his stuff.

High sell value.

Advice from a stranger online.

Tired.

It all started clicking together in his head and he nearly slapped himself for missing the double meaning he accidentally created. "Kacchan, this isn't what it looks like. Please, let go."

"Like hell! I'm dragging your ass out there and Aunty is going to throw your ass in therapy."

"Kacchan I swear, just let me explain!" Still having a panicked look in his eyes, the boy slowly let him go but made sure he was standing in front of the door, blocking a possible escape path. "I'm not suicidal, this is a misunderstanding. I'm not getting rid of my stuff before I die, I'm redecorating." He paused, knowing that he couldn't reveal too much of this part. The best way to keep All Might's secret was to deny he had ever met him before the televised incident. But that also meant he couldn't tell anyone about their conversation. He decided instead of saying he needed less All Might, he should phrase it like he wanted to give other heroes attention. "I thought some variety would help make the room a bit brighter, and besides, if all people ever buy is All Might merch the other heroes might think they don't have fans." He tried to laugh at the weak joke but even to his own ears it was pathetic.

"Fine, you're 'remodeling'." Katsuki put so much sarcasm into the word even Izuku was starting to doubt himself. "What about this online bullshit? That should be enough evidence to either drag your ass or prove you are telling the truth. Show me."

He was right of course, but all his communications with Momo were with his All Green username. He wasn't sure he wanted to show Bakugo that name and have it to where he could investigate more closely after this talk. Just as he was about to crack he remembered something, "I'll do you one better. I met her in person and have a picture of her." He quickly pulled up the picture of Momo in her tracksuit and gave it to Katsuki. He looked as if he was starting to believe him so he swiped the screen, "And this is the gym we went to."

"Takai Gym. Yeah, I've seen her around a couple of times." He suddenly blurted out. Izuku had no idea that Katsuki went there as well. "Fine. I believe you." He handed Izuku back his phone but before he would let go he said, "But I'm watching you."

"Umm, ok?"

Seemingly satisfied, Katsuki tried to change the topic, "So what was Ponytail giving you advice on anyway? You said she gave you something to do with yourself?"

"It's a long story. But the short version is she introduced me to a career field I didn't know existed in quirk analysis and consultations. I did some research and saw that the field is almost entirely reputation based so I asked if she would be willing to give me a shot to gain some experience and she could write a review on a website I plan on building." It wasn't exactly what happened, but hopefully he got the gist of it.

"You didn't know about quirk consultants?" He started rummaging through the discarded All Might merch, content that it was safe to do so now. "Figured someone as obsessed with taking notes on quirks as you would have known about something like that."

"Well, I guess not having one of my own meant I never had a consultation. Maybe in the back of my mind I had some understanding that the job existed, but it was only this week that I learned how far-reaching the career path was."

Katsuki turned to him again, having a poster rolled up under his arm, "You keep mentioning the career path…"

He didn't say it, but it was obvious what he was implying. This was as good a time as any Izuku supposed. "Yeah, career path. I'm no longer aiming for a career in heroics. Hey, who knows? Maybe I'll guide some people towards the path of heroics in the future." Two days ago it hurt to say, and while it did still have a pang in his heart, saying he no longer wanted to be a hero was becoming easier.

"You'd be good at it." The sudden compliment through Izuku off his balance. "Analyses and consultations I mean."

"You really think so?"

"Remember when we were kids, you suggested I should store my sweat in case I was in a colder environment and couldn't fight properly?"

Izuku facepalmed, remembering exactly what he was referring to. "It was such a stupid idea. The body sweats due to several factors not just heat. Stress alone can make some people sweat buckets."

"Well yea, your original advice sucked ass." He grinned, enjoying Izuku's embarrassment. "But you were five so you can take it easy on yourself. But your idea of storing sweat never left my mind. I sent some plans to a support company for gauntlets that can store my sweat so that I can later use it for a larger explosion than I'm normally capable of."

The green-haired teen slumped against the wall. "That's the kind of thing I need to be thinking of. I'm not even sure what I did could even be called a consultation. All I did was watch her work out for a few hours and give her some lame advice."

Katsuki suddenly burst out laughing, "Jeez nerd, 'I watched her work out for a few hours'? There are easier ways to perve on a girl." With what he said thrown back at him in such a way Izuku tried to defend himself but couldn't sputter out a coherent sentence.

After his laughing fit the room went uncomfortably silent again. Misunderstanding finally cleared up they were back to not knowing what to say to each other. The blond boy let out a deep and tired sigh before lying down on the bed. "Thank you" It was so quiet that Izuku almost didn't hear it. "For helping when the other fucks wouldn't I mean." The room remained silent as Izuku didn't know how to respond. "I know I didn't deserve it. I haven't been the greatest person in the world to you. But thanks-"

"Of course you deserved it!" He almost yelled. "You're an ass hole but that doesn't mean you should get killed!" The two just stare at each other, completely lost. They weren't friends. They weren't enemies. On some level, they still cared about each other but expressing it felt like the most complicated thing in the world.

What were they?

"KIDS, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!" Mitsuki yelled out to them. After a brief glance at each other, the two boys left the room to find the three adults in the living room staring intently at the TV.


The heroes were all gathered at a long table with the host and interviewer sitting at its head, the words "Devil's Advocate" written in stylish font above him. Backdraft, Death Arms, Kamui Woods, and Even Mount Lady were all wearing nicely tailored suits. The host, one Akushitsuna Intabyuā, was in his usual loose-fitting red and black suit. The horns in his head caused him to appear devilish in the studio's light setup.

After promptly catching the viewers up with the details of the slime incident, along with video footage that had the faces of the kids involved blurred out, the actual interview started in stride. "So, you four pick this time slot for the slow Monday news day?" He asked snidely.

Mount Lady leaned forward to speak but got too close and caused a feedback loop that resounded through the whole building. After a moment she tried again, "Sorry about that. And to answer your question; no, we didn't choose this date for any particular reason, especially not something as petty as a slow news day. It's just the first day that we all could make time for an interview together, as this does concern all four of us. We are all still pro-heroes and have very busy lives. We can't drop everything to respond to every question, even if we wanted to."

Death Arms crossed his arms and said in a clearly unpleased tone, "Trust me, if we had the power to pick and choose, we certainly wouldn't have landed on this show."

The audience laughed at the joke, but Akushitsuna was annoyed by the remark, prompting Kamui Woods to kick him under the table. "Not the time." He whispered to the bulky man, just loud enough for the mic to faintly pick it up.

"Well, since you're all here let's get started. I wouldn't want to waste your precious time." Akushitsuna started listing off the various mistakes the heroes made during the encounter. From Backdraft not hosing away the villain, to Kamui Woods not even trying, to Death Arms not willing to switch places with the hostage by pulling him out. Each word spoken seemed to excite the man further, his horns gaining a small red glow. It was obvious to anyone who read Izuku's original Analytica post that the man was just regurgitating it with no input of his own. In the end, he even tried to let Mount Lady off the hook, the same as the boy did. "Of course, no one expected more from you ma'am. It was your first day as a pro and these buffoons were setting a bad example to follow."

"I disagree." Mount Lady was heard saying. It was the first thing said since the interviewer started laying into them. Some of the audience assumed that their mics had been cut but now it appeared they were letting him speak without interruption.

"Disagree?"

"Yes. I may be new, and that may have been my first day, but I am a pro. I have received training and experience as a work-study student in the past. It was no less my responsibility to save that boy than anyone else there. I did not live to the expectations of others, or myself that day." The others could be heard agreeing with her about not meeting expectations. "I'll admit. At first, I saw nothing wrong with what I did. All Might came, the day was saved, everything was good, right? But the more I thought about it, the more I read from the perspective of others, the more I realized that I failed."

Backdraft leaned forward into his mic, "We failed." He inserted, not wanting Yuu to take all the blame. "What Mount Lady has said applies to all of us."

Kamui Woods, "In short everything you said about our performance was true."

"Even if you did steal it from an internet post." Death Arms could be heard muttering.

"REGARDLESS," Backdraft interrupted before he could get them all into trouble, "we need to do better. We can't always expect All Might to come and save the day."

"Well, that's a lot of pretty words." Akushitsuna drawled out, "But is that all you have to offer? What are we supposed to expect from you now?"

"You're right," Mount Lady started, "That was nothing but words. And we have nothing but our word when we say we will strive to do better in the future. But there is something we can do to ensure the next generation doesn't follow our mistakes."

Kamui Woods took over for her, "Over the next four years, our agencies will work together to donate five million dollars towards heroics courses around the country of Japan. We hope to fix our mistake by making the next generation better trained for the realities of the job than we were."

The audience could be heard cheering as the interviewer looked bored out of his mind. The glow his horns had been building up going dim at not receiving the blunder of a response he was hoping for. After that, the interview went on as usual, with nothing exciting or unexpected happening outside of some audience participation questions.

All in all, a standard episode of Devil's Advocate.


Back at the Midoriya apartment, the TV was off and the two families were enjoying the feast that Mitsuki prepared for them all. Mitsuki and her son were in the middle of a screaming match over the last dumpling, Masaru was talking to Inko about getting her to model for a new line of clothing they were making, and for the first time in a while, Izuku felt like he was breathing clean air.


Authors Notes; I belive the weakest part of my writing is dialogue, it's always too stiff for my liking. If I want to incorperate some funny scenes I've thought of for future chapters I gotta finda way to loosen up my writing style.

Five chapters in and I've covered, drumroll please, three days. I need to pick up the pace.

Site names? I got a few in the picket but if anyone suggests something better I'll definitly use it.

Yall are letting me get away with far too much with teh random japanese names. Has anyone googled them yet?

I originally thought of mt lady being a mentor like figure to Momo and her being who recs her to UA. But idk, im just not feeling it anymore. Maybe I'll bring something like that back later but as of right now this is the end of the slime crew.

I know I havn't done a lot of analyses for a "analyses Izuku" story, but I'm still building the foundation.

My eventual goal for Izuku and Bakugo watch?v=bZi4z6WvQtc

And as always, please leave a comment. They tell me what I did wrong, what I did right, and I just enjoy getting them.