Two months after Izuku found the Omnitrix, a lot had changed. In just a few weeks, life at school had gotten significantly better. At least now people didn't actively try to put him down. He still wouldn't call them friends, but he had formed real friendships with Uraraka and Kendo. They often hung out during their free time, genuinely enjoying each other's company.

Currently, Izuku was training with All Might at the beach.

"All Might, I know training is important, but do you mind if I take tomorrow off?" Izuku asked, gripping two ropes tied firmly around a fridge as he dragged it along. All Might, casually sitting on top of the fridge, glanced up from a newspaper.

"What's brought this on?" All Might asked, watching Izuku struggle as sweat dripped from his forehead onto the sand below.

Izuku looked uncomfortable, though not because of the physical strain. "Tomorrow's my mom's anniversary... the day she met my dad." His voice was tight, not just from exertion. His face contorted slightly with the effort of pulling, muscles screaming in protest.

All Might raised an eyebrow in surprise. Midoriya never talks about his father... he thought. "I see. I know bringing up a lost loved one isn't easy."

Izuku tightened his grip on the ropes and gave a heavy pull, his breath labored. "I won't be gone long—just the day. I bought two tickets with some money I had saved up. I thought it'd be nice for my mom."

All Might smiled warmly. "Wait... tickets to Shag Carpeting?!"

Izuku, still pulling, glanced up in surprise. "Whoa, you know them, All Might? Mom loves their music!"

All Might laughed. "Oh, do I! My friend got me into their music way back in the day. We had a blast rocking out with the band once, though we were so wasted that we barely remember it! Dave always teased me about not being able to handle my liquor."

Izuku's eyes widened. "Wait, David Shield?! Man, I'd love to meet him! And who was your other friend?"

At this, All Might's expression darkened slightly, his smile bittersweet. "He was... the greatest man I ever knew."

Izuku, noticing the change in tone, hesitated. "Wait... was? Did he...?"

All Might nodded solemnly. "Yeah. He passed away. He saved me more times than I can count."

Izuku felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"Don't be,"All Might said softly. "But wait, I thought the band retired?"

"They did, but they're having one last show on Saturday. Mom and I are going together."

All Might gave him an approving nod. "Sounds like a great plan. I don't see any problem with it. You should have some fun with your mom."

Izuku beamed. "Thanks, All Might!"

"Now, just because you get tomorrow off doesn't mean you get to slack today!" All Might's tone shifted back to his usual, boisterous self. "YOUNG MIDORIYA, GO GO GO!"

With a renewed burst of energy, Izuku gritted his teeth and pulled even harder, dragging the fridge—and All Might—across the sand, sweat pouring from his face as he pushed his body to its limits.

...

By the afternoon, Midoriya was ready for his daily sparring session. After his training, he would usually spar with Kendo to measure his progress. Today was no different.

Stepping onto the center of the mat, Midoriya and Kendo bowed to each other, taking their stances.

"You sure you want to get your butt kicked agai—" Kendo started, but before she could finish, Midoriya swiftly kicked her in the chest, sending her back a few inches. She chuckled, a grin forming on her face. "All right. Game on."

Midoriya followed up with a flurry of punches and kicks, which Kendo skillfully blocked and dodged. "Close the gap," he muttered to himself as he lunged at her. However, Kendo tripped him effortlessly. Izuku quickly rolled back onto his feet, launching another set of punches, but again Kendo blocked them with ease.

"You're telegraphing," she pointed out, right before landing a solid kick to his stomach, knocking him down. "Don't let me see it coming."

Not backing down, Midoriya tackled her to the ground, standing over her triumphantly. "Didn't see that coming, did you?"

Kendo responded with a smirk, swiftly kicking his legs out from under him and standing back up. "Maybe," she teased, before offering him a hand to help him up.

As Midoriya took her hand and stood, Kendo nodded approvingly. "You're getting better. Who knows, maybe one day you'll actually surprise me," she said with a playful, condescending tone.

"Yeah, but my movements still feel sloppy," Midoriya admitted, his voice still full of enthusiasm. "But I'll keep improving!"

Kendo smiled. He was one of the few guys who didn't mind losing to her regularly. No matter how many times she beat him, he always came back for another round, just as excited as the first day.

"You're too easy to read, though. I can see your movements a mile away," Kendo said, tossing him a bottle of water. "You're not gonna win any fights like that. If villains can read your moves, you'll be done for."

Izuku nodded, determined. "I get it. But I'll make sure to get stronger!"

After changing out of their gis, the two walked out of the dojo together. As they stepped outside, they spotted Uraraka waiting for them, waving cheerfully.

"Hey, guys! Wanna hang out? I'm free today," Ochako asked, joining them with a bright smile.

"Yeah, sounds fun," Kendo replied, already amused.

As they started walking together, Ochako glanced at Izuku. "So, I'm assuming she kicked your butt again, huh, Izuku?"

Kendo snickered at that, nodding in agreement. Izuku's face flushed in embarrassment. "I-I-I'm getting better! One of these days, I'm going to beat you," he said, trying to sound confident.

"I'll give you credit—you're a fast learner," Kendo teased with a grin, "or maybe I'm just that good of a teacher... yeah, I'm going with that second one." She laughed, but there was genuine praise in her tone. "But seriously, you are improving."

Both girls exchanged a glance of admiration. Izuku was relentless in his training, constantly pushing himself. Even when he fell short, he never backed down, always getting back up to try again with that same determined look. Kendo smiled as they walked.

"Even though he's never beaten me, he doesn't give up," Kendo said with a hint of pride in her voice. "Most guys would feel embarrassed or quit, but not him. He sees me as an equal, and when he fights, he doesn't hold back. That kind of drive makes you want to keep pushing yourself."

Ochako nodded enthusiastically. "You know what, Izuku? That attitude makes me want to go the extra mile too! I'm going to train so hard for the entrance exam!"

Midoriya scratched his head sheepishly. "Yeah... I really hope we all make it. I know you two are gonna ace it. I should be the one worrying."

Both girls stopped and turned to him, sensing his lack of confidence. Ochako threw a fist in the air. "No way, Izuku! You've totally got this!"

"Yeah," Kendo agreed firmly. "Your Quirk is ridiculously strong, and your mind for strategy? Honestly, it's a scary combination. You should have more confidence in yourself. We both know how strong you are. The only person who doesn't see it is you."

"Exactly!" Ochako chimed in. "Kendo even showed me some of your fights. You were amazing! You're totally going to crush the entrance exam!"

Izuku's face turned red from all the praise. "Th-Thanks, really." He cleared his throat. "Oh, before I forget... I won't be around this Saturday."

"Huh? Why not?" Kendo raised a brow. "I was kinda hoping to spar with Four Arms. I mean, I can beat you as yourself, but when you go alien... I can barely land a hit."

Ochako blinked in surprise. "Wait, you guys train with his aliens?" They both nodded, making her eyes widen with excitement. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Kendo shrugged, looking to Izuku. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, sure! The more, the merrier." Izuku started to grin, his brain already buzzing with ideas. "Actually, I've been thinking about how to help improve your quirks. With Diamondhead, I can increase the weight of the crystals for Ochako to practice with, and Four Arms could help Kendo train against bigger opponents. Oh, and I could also use Fasttrack to help improve your speed and reaction time! Plus, if I—"

Izuku trailed off into his usual muttering spree, his mind racing with plans and strategies. Kendo and Ochako exchanged amused glances.

"How does he do that without needing to breathe?" Ochako asked, bewildered.

"Years of practice," Kendo said with a smirk before lightly chopping him on the head to snap him out of it. "You said something about being out of town this Saturday?"

"Oh, right!" Izuku blinked, coming out of his muttering. "Yeah, me and Mom are going to a concert. It's a special one she's really excited about—she and my dad used to go all the time."

"That's cool," Ochako said, smiling. "Though, it's gonna suck not having you around for training."

"Sorry about that," Izuku said apologetically.

Kendo waved it off. "No worries. You deserve some fun. We'll pick up where we left off when you get back."

The three continued walking together, chatting and laughing, enjoying the afternoon.

Izuku and his mother, Inko, stepped off the bus and made their way into the lively atmosphere of the music festival. Inko's eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked around, her face glowing with joy. Izuku couldn't help but smile seeing his mother so happy—he hadn't seen her like this in a long time.

"Thank you, Izuku," Inko said softly, her voice full of gratitude. "This... this is the place where I met your father. We fell in love here." She paused, wiping away the tears that started to well up in her eyes.

"Ugh, look at me, crying already. I'm probably going to cry like a baby all day. This place just brings back so many memories." She laughed lightly, her voice thick with emotion. "But you, sweetie, you go have fun, okay? And while you're at it... find yourself a girlfriend, huh? I've always wanted grandkids!" she added with a playful wink.

"Mom!" Izuku groaned, his face turning crimson.

Inko giggled and gave him a little push, then wandered off into the crowd, leaving Izuku to enjoy the festival on his own. Shaking his head with embarrassment but smiling at the same time, he decided to explore a bit. After a while, he stopped at a churro stand, the smell too tempting to resist.

"Hey, I'll pay for the kid," came a familiar voice from behind.

Izuku turned around, his eyes widening. "A-All M–Mmph?!"

But before he could shout any louder, the man in front of him—wearing oversized hippy clothes, sunglasses, and a shirt that hung loosely on his skinny frame—quickly clapped a hand over Izuku's mouth.

"Shh! Not so loud, young Midoriya," All Might whispered, grinning sheepishly as the churro vendor raised an eyebrow at them. After paying, they walked off, churros in hand.

"So... what are you doing here, All Might?" Izuku asked once they were out of earshot.

"In this form, it's Toshinori-sensei," All Might corrected, glancing around as if to check for eavesdroppers. "We don't want someone with a hearing quirk catching onto us. And as for why I'm here—well, isn't it obvious? I'm a huge fan of Shag Carpeting, and this is their final show. Of course, I had to come."

"Huh... that's kind of cool, actually. I guess I shouldn't be surprised." Izuku smiled, feeling a little more relaxed around his mentor. But before he could say anything more, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, Izuku's heart skipped a beat. "H-H-Hi," he stammered, suddenly face-to-face with a familiar girl.

It was Kyouka Jirou, her usual laid-back expression on her face. "Hey," she said casually, folding her arms. "You're the guy who helped me out a few months ago, right? Saved me from those idiots messing with me?"

"Y-Yeah," Izuku replied, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I just saw you needed help, so... yeah. No need to thank me, really."

"Well, I didn't get to properly thank you before," Jirou said, her eyes glancing off to the side where her parents were. Her mom, with similar earphone jacks, was chatting animatedly, while her dad—a blonde man—was screaming his lungs out in excitement. "And, honestly, this gives me an excuse to get away from them for a bit." She smirked, jerking her thumb in their direction.

Izuku blinked, unsure what to say, but before he could respond, he caught sight of Toshinori giving him an enthusiastic double thumbs-up as he discreetly walked away, leaving Izuku alone with Jirou.

"Uh... I guess it's okay with him," Izuku mumbled, feeling the pressure mounting. He quickly extended a hand. "I'm Izuku Midoriya, by the way."

"Kyouka Jirou," she replied, shaking his hand with a small.

As they continued walking, Izuku's attention was drawn to the leather jacket Jirou was wearing, with "DEEP DOPE" emblazoned across the back and various stickers covering the shoulders.

"'Deep Dope'?" Izuku asked curiously. "I've never heard of them before."

Jirou looked a little embarrassed, instinctively trying to cover the stickers. "They're kinda niche," she admitted, her voice a bit shy. "You know, one of those bands with a small but really dedicated fanbase. I heard they're playing here today, actually. They were inspired by Shag Carpeting, even though their music is totally different—like oil and water."

"Huh, that's cool. Maybe I'll check out their songs when I get a chance," Izuku said, genuinely interested.

Jirou, however, waved her earphone jack dismissively. "No, you don't have to. It's fine."

Izuku's attention was immediately caught by the movement of her earlobes. His inner fanboy instincts kicked in, and before he could stop himself, the words spilled out.

"What's your quirk?"

Jirou blinked, surprised by the sudden question. "What?"

"U-Uh… your q-quirk?" Izuku stammered, clearly nervous. "I-I'm kind of a hero nerd, and I'm really interested in quirks a-and y-yours looks really cool."

Jirou's cheeks flushed slightly, turning a soft pink. "Uh, thanks. No one usually compliments my quirk."

"Really? That's a shame—it looks amazing!" Izuku said earnestly.

Jirou avoided direct eye contact, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger. "Thanks, but… it's not that great. I can channel my heartbeat through them to create vibrations and sound waves—wait, where did that notebook come from?!"

She looked on in disbelief as Izuku pulled out a notebook from seemingly nowhere and began scribbling notes at lightning speed. "Don't mind me, keep going!" he said, completely absorbed in writing.

Jirou hesitated but continued. "Uhm... okay? My hearing's also super sharp. I can hear things from really far away."

"Wow, that's incredible! But… does that ever hurt?" Izuku asked, looking up from his notes. "When I'm Spidermonkey, loud noises can get really overwhelming."

"Spidermonkey?" Jirou repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Izuku sheepishly pulled out another notebook, this one labeled Alien Hero Transformations. "Oh, it's one of my forms."

Jirou's eyes widened as she skimmed the sketches and descriptions. "Wait… you can turn into these guys? No way."

Izuku nodded eagerly. "Y-Yeah! I can prove it if you want."

Jirou crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "Alright, prove it. I'm having a hard time believing you could actually have this many forms."

Without hesitation, Izuku activated the Omnitrix, the green light flashing as he pressed the button on his wrist. Unbeknownst to him, the Omnitrix sent out a signal, alerting others of its activation.

In an instant, a bright burst of light enveloped him. As it faded, Jirou stared in awe, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Prove enough?"

As Diamondhead stood in awe of his transformation, Kyouka's eyes widened. "Woah, dude, that's awesome!" she managed to say, her voice filled with amazement. But before the moment could last, the air around them shifted.

Without warning, the clouds above parted as something came hurtling down from the sky, moving at an unimaginable speed. The object tore through the air like a meteor, heading straight for them. Diamondhead's eyes narrowed, the sharp emerald glow of his form reflecting off the incoming projectile. As it collided with the ground, the impact shook the area, sending a devastating shockwave that kicked up a storm of dust and debris, threatening the surrounding bystanders.

Reacting instantly, Diamondhead slammed his hands into the ground, summoning crystalline barriers from the earth itself, shielding the people nearby from the shockwave. His mind raced, instincts on high alert as the dust cloud thickened.

"You okay, Green?" Kyouka asked, shouting over the chaos.

"Yeah—wait, Green?" Diamondhead blinked, momentarily thrown by the nickname, but there was no time for explanations.

As the dust began to settle, two glowing red eyes pierced through the thick veil of debris. A mechanical whirr echoed ominously, and the shape of a hulking mantis-like robot emerged from the smoke, its frame towering above them.

The machine's cold, insectoid body shifted with metallic precision, its sharp limbs clicking as it moved. It locked onto Diamondhead, its gaze unyielding as its weaponized arm began to charge with an eerie red glow, preparing to unleash an attack.

Diamondhead braced for impact, instinctively preparing to counter, but before he could react, a deafening roar cut through the air.

"SMASH!"

A massive shockwave followed the punch, obliterating the mantis robot in an instant. The sheer force sent debris flying in all directions, and when the dust finally cleared, there stood All Might, his fist still extended from the devastating blow, pieces of the destroyed machine raining around him.

Diamondhead stared at the hero, admiration and surprise filling his gaze. "All Might..." his deep, crystalline voice echoed, stepping closer to the wreckage. "I've never seen anything like this before."

All Might's expression tightened for a brief moment, recognizing the machine with a hint of concern flashing in his eyes. But his signature smile quickly returned as he turned toward the gathered crowd. He couldn't let them see his worry, not now.

"Everything's fine, young Midoriya!" he announced with that trademark booming confidence. "Everyone, get back to having fun!" He flashed a thumbs-up, keeping the civilians at ease as his mind raced with thoughts of what this attack meant.

Jirou grabbed Diamondhead's hand, snapping him back to reality. "C'mon, we should probably get out of here before more of those things show up."

"Oh, uh... okay."Diamondhead said touching the Omnitrix module in a flash, returning to his normal self as Jirou pulled him along

As they disappeared into the crowd, All Might's smile wavered for a split second. His sharp eyes scanned the wreckage one last time. Unnoticed by anyone, a small drone—damaged but still operational—crawled away from the destroyed mantis, its movements quiet as it retreated into the shadows.

"So, all these guys are you? Dude, that's awesome!" Jirou exclaimed, flipping through Midoriya's notebook filled with sketches of his many alien transformations.

"Yeah," he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Hopefully, it'll be enough to get into U.A.!"

Jirou paused, her excitement waning slightly. "Wait... you're applying for U.A.?"

"Hm? Y-Yeah," he replied, voice filled with both determination and anxiety. "It's a long shot, but it's always been my dream to become a hero. I'm going to do my best."

Jirou's gaze lowered, her thoughts clouded with uncertainty. She had been avoiding a serious conversation with her parents about her own dreams of becoming a hero. Music was her passion, but deep down, she couldn't shake the desire to be a hero too. Yet, she feared disappointing them.

"What about you, Jirou?" Midoriya asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Are you going to apply for the hero course?"

"Wh-What gave you that idea?!"

"Well, when we met, those guys said something about you protecting a quirkless kid. Your quirk is amazing, definitely pro material. I just figured you wanted to be a hero."

Jirou sighed, crossing her arms. "Look, I just don't like bullies. The guy needed help, so I helped him out... though that did paint a huge target on my back."

Midoriya's expression softened, his voice laced with empathy. "Y-Yeah, I know how that happens." There was a brief flicker of sadness in his tone, but he quickly recovered, a hopeful smile reappearing. "But you'd make a great hero!"

Jirou looked away, her voice quieter now. "Yeah… bringing hope to people, making them smile... that's just a dream for me."

"That's not true!" Midoriya's sudden intensity startled her. He leaned in, his eyes burning with passion. "You have the heart and the quirk to be a hero!"

His words struck a chord as he continued, stepping even closer. "The fact that you protected someone just because it was the right thing to do? That already makes you a hero in my book!"

Jirou blinked, caught off guard by his sincerity and how close he had gotten. Her face flushed lightly. For a brief moment, she felt her resolve wavering, almost convinced by his fiery declaration.

Then, she burst into laughter, breaking the tension. "Pfft! Haha! Dude, you don't even know me! And you think I can be a hero?"

Midoriya just shrugged with a smile. "I know it."

Jirou shook her head, still chuckling as they continued walking, the conversation flowing naturally between them.

Neither noticed the small drone in the distance, dragging itself across the ground. Its red eyes flickered as it scanned the area, locking onto its next target: a nearby weatherman standing with a robotic assistant. Its legs clicked as it crawled toward the tech, preparing to take control.

"Oh, by the way, you mentioned that Deep Dope will be playing, right?" Izuku asked, gesturing toward the band he spotted in the distance.

Jirou suddenly panicked, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the jacks hanging from her ears. "Oh, Deep Dope? D-Don't worry about them! You probably wouldn't like their music..." she muttered, pressing the ends of her jacks together anxiously.

Izuku smiled. "If they're playing, maybe I could hear them perform."

Jirou paled, waving her arms frantically. "No, no, no! It's not something you'd like! C'mon, let's do something else!"

"You don't know that. I might actually enjoy it!" Izuku insisted, checking the schedule. "Looks like they're playing in a few minutes. Let's go check it out!"

Jirou reluctantly gave in, bracing herself for the worst—fully prepared for Midoriya's mockery or any insults that might follow. They both stood in the audience, Jirou visibly tense. But as the band began playing, all her nervous energy melted away.

The song they played was called "Heroes are Dope." The music immediately resonated with Izuku. The lyrics were unlike anything he'd heard before, but despite that, he found himself tapping his foot to the beat. "Wow, this is really good. I'm surprised—"

He glanced at Jirou, who was headbanging and rocking out along with the crowd, her whole body consumed by the rhythm. Izuku couldn't help but smile, caught up in her passion for the music.

As the song ended, Midoriya was still swept up in Jirou's excitement. "Oh man, that was amazing! It's way better hearing them live than on my phone. Some things just can't beat a concert!"

Jirou smirked, nodding. "Yeah, hearing them live is on a whole different level."

Midoriya grinned. "Mhmm, they're so good! I kinda want to hear more."

Jirou's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you actually liked them?!"

He nodded, about to ask for more recommendations when a sudden scream erupted from the audience. "AAAHH! A-A villain!"

"What the devil is that?!" shouted one of Deep Dope's band members, the lead singer clutching the microphone in disbelief.

Suddenly, a massive water monster materialized, its glowing red eye scanning the terrified crowd. The creature loomed above them, tendrils of water swirling ominously as it prepared to strike.

...

All Might, in his skinny form, had run into Inko Midoriya and they began discussing Izuku's progress.

"My sweet boy can be quite the handful. I actually wanted to thank you," Inko said with a grateful tone.

"Thank me? No, there's no reason to thank me," All Might replied, shaking his head.

"No, I have to. I've noticed something... My son has been smiling in a way he never has before. He's always so excited to go off and train, and I had no idea why. But something tells me it has something to do with you. He's always trying to make everyone around him happy, not wanting to upset anyone. But I think you're the first person in a long time who makes him truly happy."

All Might smiled warmly and nodded. "I think he's done just as much for me as I have for him. I truly believe he will become the greatest hero."

Inko looked at him thoughtfully before offering a soft smile. "You're the first person to believe in him like that... in a long time."

"Hm? Surely his father would've believed in him too," All Might responded, a bit surprised.

Inko's smile widened with a hint of nostalgia. "I don't think Izuku remembers much from when we found out he was quirkless. I remember that day clearly, though. He was crying in my arms, devastated. And then... that man, his father, flew across the country. He came home, put a hand on our boy's shoulder, and told him he could be a hero, even without a quirk. He said he'd be the first and greatest quirkless hero."

Inko giggled softly at the memory. "But I think when his father passed away, Izuku tried to suppress those memories. He never talks about him... at least not to me."

All Might frowned slightly, realizing that Izuku had never really mentioned his father. He recalled only one brief mention, and that was when Izuku had been talking about the concert.

Before All Might could dwell on it further, their conversation was interrupted by distant screams coming from the nearby concert.

"What's that?" Inko asked, her eyes widening as she noticed a massive water monster in the distance.

All Might quickly tried to keep his composure. "Sorry, Mrs. Midoriya, but I think I need to... go to the bathroom. I must've eaten something that didn't agree with me."

He rushed off before she could respond. Finding a hidden spot, he ripped open his shirt, revealing his hero costume underneath, Superman-style. "Like young Midoriya would say... it's hero time!"

With that, he powered up into his buff form and launched himself toward the water monster.

Back with Midoriya

Izuku and Jirou barely dodged as a massive water tentacle slammed down between them, sending shockwaves through the ground. The once-packed concert arena was now filled with panicked screams as the crowd scattered in every direction, trying to escape the chaos.

Midoriya tumbled across the stage, rolling with Jirou in his arms. Her face flushed briefly, but there was no time to react as another tentacle lashed toward them, forcing them to break apart and scramble in different directions.

Out of the corner of his eye, Midoriya caught sight of All Might, rocketing through the air like a bullet. With incredible speed, All Might slammed into the towering water monster. But the creature, a giant made entirely of water and standing taller than the concert arena itself, barely reacted. All Might shot right through its body, emerging on the other side as the monster reformed effortlessly.

"That thing's way too big!" Izuku muttered, his mind racing. "It's not like the slime villain where All Might could just punch it... He can't land a hit on this thing. And—wait…" He noticed the thin cloud of steam rising from where All Might had passed through. "Steam…"

An idea sparked in Izuku's mind. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward All Might, who was gearing up for another attack.

"All Might!" Izuku shouted, voice straining to be heard over the panicked cries and the sound of water crashing all around them. "I have an idea!"

All Might paused, turning to face his protégé. "Young Midoriya! You should be getting to safety!"

"Listen to me! If you keep pushing your time limit like this, you won't be able to fight much longer! Let me handle it—I know how to stop it!" Izuku's voice was filled with determination, eyes locked on the giant water monster.

All Might hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "What's your plan?"

"We need to turn the water into steam!" Izuku explained quickly. "I can generate enough heat as Heatblast to evaporate it!"

All Might's eyes widened in realization, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

"Problem is I-I don't want to turn whose ever controlling it into steam... If I do I'll..." Izuku trailed off.

"Young Midoriya you haven't noticed?" All Might asked. He then pointed inside the robot. "Nobody's inside, I've already made sure everyone's out of the water behemoth."

"A-Alright but how will I–" Izuku started before the pro cutt him off.

"Go supernova. Go supernova hot while as Heatblast." All Might said.

"Super nova can I even go that hot?" Izuku asked.

"I know you can remember velocity equals intensity. The faster you spin the hotter you will be young Midoriya." All Might said.

All Might glanced at the core, then back at Izuku. "I see… Go, young Midoriya! Show them what a true hero can do!"

Izuku nodded, feeling the weight of the moment as he ran toward the massive water creature. The Omnitrix on his wrist glowed as he rapidly cycled through forms, landing on Heatblast. With a decisive motion, he slammed down the dial, engulfing himself in a bright green flash.

When the light faded, Heatblast stood in Izuku's place, his entire body radiating emerald flames. Without wasting a second, he shot into the air, leaving a fiery trail behind him as he flew toward the towering monster.

The audience, still panicked but mesmerized by the sight, watched in awe as Heatblast circled around the creature, flames flaring hotter and brighter with each passing second. Izuku could feel the intense heat building inside him as he spun faster and faster, forming a fiery tornado around the giant water monster.

The flames wrapped tightly around the creature, trapping it within the swirling vortex of green fire. The water monster tried to lash out, its enormous tentacles slamming into the walls of fire, but the heat was relentless. Steam began to rise, thick clouds of vapor billowing into the air as more and more of the water was evaporated.

From the stage below, Jirou stared up in awe. "Green flames… That's Midoriya's Heatblast!"

The monster continued to shrink as the flames grew hotter. The once-massive figure of water was now a boiling mass of steam, trapped within the vortex. Izuku pushed his powers to the limit, spinning even faster, the flames around him reaching their peak intensity.

With a final burst of heat, the water monster was completely evaporated, steam filled the air obscuring the vision of everyone.

Panting heavily, Heatblast descended, landing back on the concert stage, his body still radiating heat. Steam billowed through the entire area, making it hard to see as Izuku caught his breath. The battle was over, but the intense heat and energy he had used left him drained.

"Young Midoriya! Are you okay?" All Might's concerned voice echoed through the steam.

Izuku wiped sweat from his brow, still catching his breath. "Y-Yeah. Just... never went that hot before."

The Omnitrix blinked green, signaling its cooldown, before reverting Izuku back to his normal form in a flash of emerald light.

"First a giant robot, now a water monster?" Izuku muttered, trying to make sense of everything. "What's up with today?"

"Midoriya!" Jirou's voice pierced through the dense steam, her footsteps rushing toward him.

All Might grinned, gesturing toward the remains of the weather machine. "I'll make sure this thing is properly dealt with before it causes any more chaos. As for you, young Midoriya, go enjoy yourself. Maybe hang out with your girlfriend? Though I'd bet my money on Uraraka or Kendo!"

Midoriya's face turned beet red. "Sh-She's not my g-girlfriend!"

All Might laughed heartily, patting him on the back. "Not yet! BWAHAHAHA!" He then dashed off, leaving Izuku standing flustered in the cloud of steam.

As the mist began to clear, Jirou finally found him. "Dude, are you nuts?!" she blurted out, immediately questioning his actions.

Izuku sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You're not the first person to ask me that."

Jirou smirked, folding her arms. "Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. You know All Might had it under control, right?"

"I-I know..." Midoriya stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks still a little pink. "I just... I wanted to help him. He's my h-hero after all."

Jirou raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "So, you're an All Might fanboy, huh?"

Izuku nodded, his face still burning. "Y-Yeah. He's been my idol since I was little."

As they continued to talk, their voices fading into the mist, a shadowy figure watched from a distance. The same weatherman from earlier crept forward, retrieving the robot's head that was now fused with strange technology, much like the robot they had faced earlier.

"What... happened to you?" the weatherman murmured to the head, puzzled by its altered state. He glanced around nervously before quickly snatching the remains and disappearing into the shadows with the stolen machine, slipping away before anyone could notice.

A few hours later

"Young man, what are your intentions with my daughter?" Kyoutoku's voice boomed, his terrifying tone making Midoriya freeze in place.

Midoriya was completely terrified, eyes wide with panic, as Mika slapped her husband's arm.

"Stop it, don't chase away Kyouka's new boyfriend," Mika chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension.

Midoriya, on the verge of passing out from embarrassment, could only manage a stammer. This made both Inko and All Might burst into laughter, while Kyouka herself tried to hide the deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

The concert for Shag Carpeting was in full swing, the crowd moving like wild, dancing lunatics. But both Jirou and Midoriya were still heavily embarrassed, trying to blend in and shake off the awkward encounter.

"Right on! Isn't this just the grooviest?" Kyoutoku cheered, oblivious to his daughter's growing embarrassment.

Jirou groaned, mortified. "Grooviest? Dad, you seriously need to pick up some new material."

The lights dimmed as the excitement in the crowd surged. The band began to play the song Jirou had been waiting for. Her eyes lit up. "Izuku, it's the opening to 'Twister Alley'!"

Midoriya, still trying to recover from the awkward exchange, blinked in surprise. But just as the song began, the weather abruptly shifted. Dark clouds rolled in, and heavy rain fell in torrents, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind.

"Uh… does it always feel like a real tornado is blowing through when they play this song?" Midoriya asked, his voice rising in concern.

The winds picked up speed, twisting violently as the crowd turned to see the source. A vortex formed at the center of the storm, spinning with a terrifying force.

The air crackled with energy, and as the storm cleared, a massive weather monster emerged—a towering figure made of dark swirling clouds, with glowing red eyes that locked directly onto Midoriya. The monster's form was a terrifying amalgamation of storm elements—its body rippled like a tornado, arms crackling with lightning, and its voice boomed like thunder.

"Izuku, we need to run!" Jirou yelled, her voice trembling.

"Kyouka, let's go!" Midoriya shouted back, grabbing her hand as the crowd scattered in panic.

Kyouka's parents, watching in horror, exchanged anxious glances. "This place has some seriously weird weather," Kyouka said, her voice laced with fear. "It's like that thing's a combo of every natural disaster!"

The monster's eyes flared with malevolence. "I have finally found you," it growled, its voice reverberating like a storm about to break.

The sound of the voice made All Might's blood run cold. He recognized it instantly. "Vilgax…" he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching in preparation.

A violent gust of wind suddenly roared through the venue, lifting everyone off their feet. Midoriya and Jirou held on to the nearby railings for dear life, but it was too much. All Might, in his weakened form, was the first to be blown away by the fierce wind.

"Whoa!" Midoriya yelled as the force pulled him and Jirou into the air.

"Aaah!" Kyouka screamed, desperately trying to cling to Midoriya's arm, but the sheer force sent them hurtling away.

They landed hard near the outskirts of the venue, Midoriya gasping as he scrambled to his feet, pulling Jirou up alongside him. All Might, now in his weakened form, struggled to stand.

"All Might!" Midoriya called out in panic.

"Young Midoriya, we'll face this together," All Might said, a serious expression settling on his face.

" Huh?"

"Think of it as training!" All Might grinned before transforming, his iconic booming laughter following the rapid transformation as he returned to his muscular form. A bolt of lightning cracked through the sky, striking the ground where the others had been, but All Might's swift action had pulled everyone out of harm's way.

"I've heard this song before," Kyoutoku muttered under his breath.

"Me too," Mika said, eyes wide with fear. "It sounds like the beginning of 'Twister Alley.'"

Midoriya wasted no time, activating the Omnitrix. With a burst of green light, he slammed it down, transforming into Four Arms. His massive figure stood beside All Might, ready for the fight.

"All Might!" Four Arms called, his deep voice booming.

"Young Midoriya, let me show you a technique I learned from an old movie! I call it THE NEW YORK CITY SMASH!" All Might roared, pulling his fist back.

Four Arms mirrored his movements, pulling all four of his massive arms back before releasing them in a powerful sonic clap. The shockwave tore through the air with devastating force, slamming into the weather monster. The sheer impact sent the storm creature reeling back, its form distorting violently under the attack.

The weather monster let out an enraged roar, but the damage was clear. Its swirling form flickered, the red glow in its eyes dimming slightly as its cloud-like body struggled to hold together.

...

They both began their relentless assault on the towering weather monster, the air crackling with tension and power. Four Arms' fists hammered into the creature's watery body with immense force, each strike sounding like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves through the ground. Beside him, All Might's iconic punches tore through the storm, his mighty blows causing the monster to stagger backward with each impact.

As they fought, Mika, watching the chaos unfold, suddenly felt a realization dawn on her. "There's been this strange humming," she muttered, almost to herself. "From that thing... and the water monster before. I've been hearing it all day."

She quickly pieced together what had been bothering her, remembering something she'd overheard—a conversation between All Might and Midoriya about the weathermen's robot. Kyouka, standing beside her, caught on immediately.

"It's probably a rogue weather machine gone haywire," Kyouka said, urgency filling her voice. "Attacking whatever it sees!"

Without wasting another second, Kyouka bolted toward the instrument section of the festival, her heart racing. Her parents, Kyoutaka and Mika, stared after her in confusion.

Meanwhile, Inko, frozen in fear, watched her son battle the monstrous storm creature alongside All Might, her hands trembling as her "baby" fought for his life.

"Kyouka, what are you doing? We need to leave!" Kyoutaka called after her, panic rising in his voice.

Kyouka turned sharply, determination written all over her face. "That weather robot is powering the monster, and it's been sending out that humming!" she explained quickly, strumming a few guitars to test their frequencies. "I just need to create a sound on the opposite end of the spectrum!"

Her parents exchanged shocked glances, amazed by her quick thinking. Kyouka grabbed three guitars, each one perfectly tuned to her needs, and dashed toward where Four Arms and All Might had just crashed into the ground.

The impact of their battle had left a crater, and the two heroes were momentarily dazed, rubbing their heads as they tried to shake off the disorienting blow.

As they dodged lightning bolts and the monster's wild attacks, Kyouka sprinted up to them, shouting over the chaos. "Midoriya! All Might!"

Both heroes turned in surprise as Kyouka hurled the guitars toward them. Four Arms effortlessly caught the guitars with his massive hands, though he looked puzzled. All Might stood beside him, equally confused but trusting the young hero-in-training.

"I've programmed the frequency into the amplifier!" Kyouka shouted, her voice strained as she explained. "You both need to get inside that thing and strum away at the guitars! The sound will disrupt its power source!"

Inko gasped as she watched her son—the towering red giant, Four Arms—hold the guitars. She still couldn't fully wrap her head around the fact that this massive, alien-like hero was her sweet Midoriya.

All Might, noticing her worry, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, ma'am. Your son will be just fine. I give you my word," he said, flashing his signature smile that always put civilians at ease.

"I'll keep the monster busy while he gets inside and rocks that thing into submission!"

Midoriya, still in his Four Arms form, walked over to his mother, gently placing one of his giant hands on her shoulder. "I'll be back, Mom. Okay?" he said, his deep voice filled with warmth despite the dire situation. He gave her a confident smile before turning and taking a massive leap into the air.

With a single bound, Four Arms soared through the stormy sky, the wind whipping around him as he aimed for the monster's head. Lightning cracked around him, but he pushed forward, determined. Down below, All Might cracked his knuckles, stepping up to face the creature head-on.

"Your fight's with me, big guy!" All Might bellowed, charging forward with a mighty punch. His fist connected with the monster's torso, the force of the blow reverberating through the air. The ground beneath them quaked as All Might unleashed a rapid series of blows, each one landing with devastating power. The monster reeled back, its watery form struggling to stay intact under the relentless assault.

As All Might kept the creature distracted, Four Arms reached the monster's upper body and dug his massive hands into the swirling mass of water. His muscles bulged as he tore through the liquid, forcing his way inside.

He swam through the creature's watery body, the pressure and turbulence threatening to rip him apart. But he pushed forward, finally ripping himself through the creature's head and standing atop.

Four Arms ripped through the monster's massive head with ease, pulling out a large, twisted bus that had been lodged inside. Beneath the wreckage, the rogue weather robot came into view, sparking and humming as the monster's core.

With a determined look, Four Arms swung a bass guitar in each hand, his hulking figure illuminated by a flash of lightning in the background. The thunderclap echoed through the sky, capturing everyone's attention as he struck the first chord.

The deep, powerful notes reverberated through the air, drowning out the storm. The crowd below stared in awe as Four Arms rocked on, his fingers moving swiftly over the strings.

Even Deep Dope, watching from the sidelines, realized the brilliance of the moment. Midoriya wasn't just playing; he was the song, commanding the rhythm of the fight.

As Four Arms played on, the familiar beeping of the Omnitrix suddenly cut through the music. His form shimmered with green light, and in an instant, Midoriya was back to his much smaller, human self.

Panting heavily, he muttered,

"Crap!" He wiped the sweat from his brow, his mind racing.

"Heatblast's fire tornado and that last fight must have worn me out more than I thought."

Before he could gather himself, the monster lashed out. A massive water whip shot toward him, striking with brutal force and sending Midoriya flying off the creature's head. The onlookers gasped in horror, fear gripping them as they watched the teenage hero plummet through the sky.

"YOUNG MIDORIYA!" All Might shouted, his voice filled with panic.

"IZUKU!" Inko screamed, her heart lurching in her chest.

But, to everyone's shock, Midoriya didn't crash into the ground. Instead, the winds seemed to carry him, lifting him back into the air. He twisted mid-flight, grabbing onto a nearby hosepipe that was flapping in the wind.

With a quick glance around, Midoriya expertly swung himself through the air, his movements fluid and precise as he launched toward the monster again.

All Might watched, his eyes widening in amazement. "Those moves... they're SpiderMonkey's! But how? He's not transformed!"

Kyouka, standing among the spectators below, watched in stunned silence. Midoriya, clearly without any of his usual transformations or superpowers, was still fighting with everything he had. He was swinging, dodging, and pushing forward, using nothing but his wit and raw determination.

Her heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn't love—it was something else. Admiration? Inspiration? She couldn't quite place it, but seeing him fight so fearlessly sparked something deep within her.

With a final swing, Midoriya landed back on the monster's head, determined not to give up. He grabbed the guitar, still hanging from his shoulder, and strummed it with all his strength. The machine inside the monster screeched in frustration as the soundwaves disrupted its core.

"You're giving me a headache!" the machine groaned, its voice filled with irritation.

Midoriya's eyes blazed with resolve. "You ruined my mom's special day!" he yelled, strumming even harder. The monster convulsed, its watery form beginning to collapse in on itself as the machine lost control.

The crowd watched in awe as the creature began to implode, its body disintegrating under the relentless sound. The guitar strings snapped one by one, but Midoriya kept playing until the last possible moment.

His final strum was enough to send the weather machine into complete overload, the entire monster collapsing like a wave crashing against the shore.

Kyouka felt her breath catch. If someone like Midoriya—shy, nervous, and without his usual forms—could stand up to a villain of this size and power, wielding only music as his weapon... maybe she could do the same.

As the monster disintegrated, Midoriya leaped from its collapsing form, sprinting down the crumbling mass of water and metal. He slid across its surface, dodging falling debris as he made his way toward safety. But as he reached the edge, he realized there was nowhere left to go.

"Crap, I'm gonna die!" he yelled, his arms flailing as he fell through the air.

Just as the ground rushed up to meet him, a pair of strong arms caught him. Midoriya blinked in surprise, looking up to see All Might grinning down at him.

"Young man, I had no idea you could move like that!" All Might chuckled, his voice filled with pride.

Midoriya looked up at All Might in confusion. "Move like what?"

All Might chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. "He doesn't even realize it… He must have subconsciously adopted some of the movement patterns from his aliens."

Before Midoriya could respond, All Might gently placed him down. Almost instantly, he was engulfed in a crushing hug from his mother.

"My baby, Izuku!" Inko sobbed, clinging to him as though she'd never let go. She was crying so much, it seemed to everyone around them like it was raining again.

Midoriya, though flustered, managed to smile through it. "Told you I'd be fine, Mom. You don't have to worry. I have a quirk now, remember?"

Inko pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her expression both stern and loving. "Izuku, I'm always going to worry—quirk or no quirk. I'm your mother!"

He smiled wider, his heart warm despite the chaos around them.

The heartfelt moment was interrupted by a familiar voice. "This is all really touching, but we should probably find that robot before, y'know... it causes more problems." Kyouka gestured to the scattered debris.

After a few minutes, Midoriya and All Might approached the machine, which began to buzz ominously, crackling with static. A voice emerged from the machine, sending chills down Midoriya's spine. "I'm coming for you… Midoriya."

"Sh-Should I be worried about that?" he stammered.

"Don't worry! As long as I'm here, everything will be okay!" All Might reassured him.

"Oi! Rock god!" Midoriya turned to see the members of the Deep Dope band striding toward them.

"Oh, hello!" he greeted.

"The way you played was sick! I've never seen anything like it! You defeated that beast with music!" the leader exclaimed, swinging his guitar and bowing before Midoriya.

"Someone with your skills deserves this," he added, handing the guitar over.

From a distance, Izuku noticed Kyouka's envious expression. "Actually, if you guys want to give this to a real rock star, you should give it to the girl who came up with the plan to defeat you. Plus, she really loves your music!" He gestured to Kyouka, who flinched at the sudden attention.

"Uh, w-wait! Come over!" he called, blushing profusely as she approached.

"Our Four Armed Rock God says you came up with the sick plan?" asked the drummer.

"U-Uh, i-it was no big deal. You guys are like my favorite band... ever!" Kyouka replied, her excitement evident.

"Aw, thanks, little lady!" the drummer grinned.

"If the little man says you're legit, then I believe him! Here!" He handed her the guitar, and the girls squealed with delight.

"Th-Thank you! This... this means a lot!" Kyouka beamed.

"Think nothing of it. You were both heroes today. Now we're going to listen to Shaq Carpenting one last time. The show is still on, let's go, boys!"

As they watched the band leave, the word "hero" echoed in Kyouka's mind. With a sigh, she grabbed Midoriya's arm. "C'mon, I want to talk to you!"

"W-Wait, hold on!" he protested.

Finding a quieter spot away from the music, Kyouka settled next to her guitar.

"Look, this isn't something I would normally discuss with a stranger," she began.

"Well... maybe a friend?" he suggested with a shaky smile.

Kyouka sighed. "My parents want me to follow in their footsteps in the music business. I love music, don't get me wrong, but... I want to be a hero who makes people smile! I want to be a pro. I just don't want to let them down."

Izuku's expression softened. "My mom hides it, but I don't think she wants me to be a hero. She worries a lot. Honestly, I think she was more terrified than I was when I told her I wanted to go to UA. Even now, I think she's still worried... But she supports me! And I've known your parents for about five minutes, and I can already tell they'll support you!"

Kyouka stared at him, then groaned. "Well, watching you run headlong into danger today was kind of eye-opening..."

"That was uncalled for," Izuku retorted playfully.

"It inspired me to ask them. It might be a long shot, but I'm going to apply for UA! Hopefully, I'll see you in class!" she said, her face lighting up with a bright smile.

"Y-Yeah! Let's work as hard as we can!" he responded, matching her enthusiasm, making her blush.

Just then, a message from his mother broke the moment. "Aw, crap! I need to get going! Today has worn my mom out. I gotta run!" He waved goodbye to Kyouka as he sprinted away. "Bye, Jirou!"

"See you around, broccoli boy!" she called after him.

"Broccoli boy?" he thought, puzzled, as he left.

As she began strumming the guitar, Kyouka realized something. "Crap! I didn't get his number! Ah, man. And he was pretty cute." She quickly closed her mouth, hoping he hadn't heard.

...