"EAT THIS!"
"...Huh?"
"..."
"..."
Midoriya stared at the strand of hair in All Might's hand, then back at him, slowly realizing he was serious.
"Oh God... you're serious."
"BWHAHAHAHA! THAT FACE IS HILARIOUS! OF COURSE, I WANT YOU TO EAT MY HAIR! ALTHOUGH, IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER HOW YOU INGEST MY DNA—THAT'S JUST HOW THE TRANSFER WORKS. WHAT DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE?"
"I don't know... A handshake, some dramatic light, or a magic transfer? Anything but this." He gestured at the hair, scrunching his face in disgust."I may be a fanboy, but this is gross, even for me."
All Might chuckled. "Sorry, kid. Not all superpowers fall from the sky like you might hope."
"...Ah, man." Midoriya hesitantly brought the hair to his mouth, gagging as he tried to swallow it. His face scrunched up as he struggled for a moment before he finally forced it down. "Okay... I swallowed it. Now what?"
"We've got two months until the entrance exam. You're already pretty efficient with your alien powers, so now we'll work on One For All. But first, I need to set up a proper training spot. We'll need Recovery Girl on hand, and I'm thinking of buying or renting some land somewhere isolated. I've got a few places in mind."
"Really? I thought we'd just train at your agency or maybe U.A. Why not use one of those?"
All Might shook his head. "My agency's too far away. It would be ideal, but I wouldn't want your mother worrying about you coming home late every night."
Midoriya gulped at the thought of his mother crying and yelling at him. "Y-Yeah, okay, that makes sense. But why not just use U.A.'s facilities?"
"We can't risk anyone spotting us together and wondering, 'Hey, who's that green-haired kid with All Might?' Then, when you get into U.A.—which I know you will—someone might remember seeing us, and the last thing we want are rumors of you being my secret love child spreading like wildfire!"
"Th-That's understandable," Izuku nodded. "So, what should I do in the meantime?"
"Just wait for it to digest. I'll call you when everything's ready. Until then, relax, young Midoriya! You've earned it!"
"Hey, Dekiru!"
Both flinched as a voice called out, and All Might sped off in a blur before the girl could see him.
"You finally cleaned... the... beach..." Uraraka trailed off, her steps slowing as she took in the sight before her.
She had been running, excited to catch up with Izuku, but as she drew closer, her breath caught in her throat. Her face grew hotter by the second as her eyes landed on a shirtless Izuku, his muscles gleaming in the sunset, every inch of him drenched in sweat.
She stopped dead in her tracks, hands instinctively clutching at the hem of her shirt.
"Oh hey, Uraraka," Izuku called out.
She stood frozen, her heart racing. "Muscles... so many muscles..." she muttered, eyes glued to his torso. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept drifting back.
'He's so buff!' Her mind spiraled with thoughts she wasn't ready for. 'I-I think I'm gonna faint... I kinda wanna touch them..' Her face was burning, and she quickly shook her head.
'No, Ochaco, stop! Get rid of those impure thoughts!' She squeaked out, her voice cracking, "P-P-P-Put o-on a-a s-sh-sh-shirt!"
"Huh?" Izuku blinked in confusion, reaching for his shirt nearby. "Okay..."
He glanced at her, noticing her flushed cheeks and the way she kept fidgeting. "Did I do something? Your face is really red."
Ochaco stiffened, awkwardly rubbing her arms, her gaze darting anywhere but at him. "It's just... uhm, the sunset! Yeah, that's it! The sunset is super hot! So... so hot. Nothing else! Yep! Uh-huh! Absolutely nothing else."
Izuku paused for a second, then chuckled lightly. "Oh, okay." He pulled on his shirt, scratching the back of his neck. "So, is there a reason you came by?"
Ochaco snapped out of her daze, quickly shaking her head. "R-Right! Uh, I'm kinda worried about the written exam," she mumbled, wringing her hands. "I mean, if I somehow fail the entrance-"
"You're not going to fail!" Izuku interrupted, stepping closer, his eyes wide with determination.
Ochaco instinctively backed up a step, her heart skipping at his intense look. "Dekiru, I love your enthusiasm," she said, laughing nervously, "but I just want to be prepared for the worst, you know?" She shifted on her feet, trying to calm her nerves.
"But you've increased your quirk limit to 3.5 tons!" Izuku exclaimed, his fists clenching with excitement.
"Thanks to you," Ochaco said with a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But still... If I mess up the practical exam, I don't want to lose my chance at U.A." She looked down, her fingers fidgeting with her sleeves. "It's the best hero school, and I need to do this... If I pass the written exam, at least I'll have a shot at the General Studies course. And during the Sports Festival, I can still prove myself and transfer to the Hero Course."
"Wait, really?!" Izuku's eyes widened as he leaned in, his body practically vibrating with excitement. "I didn't know that!"
"Yeah," Ochaco said, smiling softly. "Kendo's got a friend who's a first-year at U.A., and she told me about it."
"That's awesome!" Izuku's grin stretched wide, his hands balling into excited fists. "Even if we don't make it at first, we still have another shot! We should totally study together and help each other with our weak points."
"Yeah, definitely," Ochaco agreed, nodding enthusiastically as she finally relaxed a little. "I'll let you know when I want you to come by, okay?"
Izuku nodded eagerly, his eyes bright. "I'll bring my notes and practice exams. We can go over everything together. Should we invite Kendo too?"
"She's busy with her dad this week," Ochaco said, waving it off. She shifted on her feet, her embarrassment fading into a friendly smile. "Anyway, I better get going! Bye! Oh, and I'll bring some snacks next time, maybe mochi or something."
As she turned to leave, neither of them noticed the Omnitrix on Izuku's wrist had begun glowing blue and spinning. It whirled silently for a few minutes, unnoticed by our cinnamon roll, before returning to its usual green color...
...
A week later...
Midoriya sat in the pickup truck, watching the road as All Might drove them towards their destination. It wasn't too far—about an hour away—but the quiet stretch of the drive made it feel longer. When the truck finally came to a stop, Izuku looked out the window to see what appeared to be an abandoned city.
"Recovery Girl should be here soon. It's her weekend, so she might take her time, but she'll show up. In the meantime, we can wait," Toshinori said, stepping out of the vehicle. "I'm going to stretch my legs a bit."
"Oh, alright." Izuku nodded, leaning back in his seat. He glanced down at his hand, lost in thought. It had been a week since All Might gave him the power, and he'd been training hard every day, but...
"I ate his hair, but I don't feel anything..." he mumbled to himself, feeling a little silly just remembering the act. He put a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. "I swallowed it a week ago, and nothing seems different. Shouldn't something have changed by now?"
The doubt gnawed at him, but then his mind wandered to a different question. "I wonder how One For All will react with the aliens." His gaze drifted to the dashboard, where something caught his eye—an old photograph sticking out slightly from the glove compartment. Curiosity got the best of him, and he pulled it out.
The photo showed a much younger All Might standing with two people Izuku didn't recognize. All Might, still with his trademark smile, had messy blonde hair spiked in every direction, and he was dressed in the UA uniform, proudly wearing a gold medal around his neck—likely from his student days. To his left stood a muscular woman with long black hair tied into a ponytail.
"Huh... she kinda looks like Mom." Izuku blinked, studying the woman more closely. She was wearing a black bodysuit with a white cape and yellow gloves.
Her arm was slung around young All Might's shoulders as she shouted something, clearly excited. To All Might's right was a tall, broad-shouldered man with light gray hair, wearing a dark domino mask.
He was dressed in a yellow suit and scarf, grinning as he ruffled young All Might's hair and playfully pinched his cheek.
Before Izuku could ponder who they were, All Might's voice boomed from outside. "Young Midoriya! Recovery Girl's on her way, so get out here!"
Izuku flinched and hurriedly shoved the picture back into the glove compartment. He stepped out of the truck, finally taking in the full view of their surroundings.
They were in the mountains, standing in what appeared to be an old military base. The entire area looked worn down, the buildings lined up in uniform rows with large dirt and concrete streets cutting through the space.
The surrounding walls were crumbling, with gaps and cracks running along their length. Everything about the place screamed that it hadn't been touched in years.
"So, where exactly are we, All Might?" Izuku asked, taking in the eerie, quiet atmosphere.
"This is Kodoku no Chi, an old military base. It was abandoned around the time the Quirk Era began," All Might explained, glancing around as if reminiscing. "I'm not sure if it was right before or after quirks started becoming common."
"Wow... that far back?" Izuku asked, eyes widening at the thought. The history here was ancient.
All Might nodded. "With a little help from Nezu and pulling a few strings, we were able to buy the entire property."
Izuku's jaw dropped. "You bought the whole place?!"
All Might laughed, nodding. "Nezu has a lot of connections, and people rarely question him."
Then, All Might's tone turned more serious as he faced Izuku. "Listen, One For All isn't just any quirk. It's a power that grows stronger with each user, amplifying the wielder's natural abilities as well." He reached out and poked Izuku lightly in the chest. "Your One For All is definitely stronger than when I had it."
Izuku felt a lump in his throat as he gulped, the weight of All Might's words settling on him.
"And with your aliens, the situation becomes even more unpredictable," All Might continued, his expression stern.
"Some forms, like Heatblast, can already go supernova. If One For All interacts with that level of power, the results could be catastrophic. With your lack of control, we need places like UA... and here." He gestured to the wide-open space around them.
"Here, you can go all out without worrying about damaging property or putting anyone at risk," All Might said. "It's the perfect place for you to train without holding back."
Izuku nodded slowly, understanding the need for isolation and control. Just as he was processing everything, the sound of a car approaching reached them. Recovery Girl's vehicle pulled up, and she stepped out.
"Young Midoriya, let's get started," All Might called out. "Recovery Girl agreed to come on the weekends, so that's the only time we can train using One For All, which we're going to need—especially with how often you'll... break." His voice trailed off into a mutter at the last part.
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "What was that last part?" he asked as they started walking towards the base.
"Nothing,"All Might said, a small, sheepish grin forming on his face. "Just... make sure you've got a good pain tolerance."
Izuku swallowed nervously, realizing that the next few weeks might be even harder than he expected.
A few minutes later
Izuku stood in the middle of the abandoned base, the old military city looming around him like a forgotten battlefield. All Might and Recovery Girl stood at a safe distance, watching closely.
Izuku couldn't help but feel a knot of nerves tightening in his stomach as he glanced around at the vast, empty space.
"Alright, Young Midoriya!" All Might called out, his booming voice breaking the silence. "Let's see you activate One For All for the first time!"
Izuku blinked, turning toward All Might with uncertainty. "Uh... how am I supposed to do that?"
Recovery Girl, standing nearby, rolled her eyes and shot a glare at All Might. "How is he supposed to do anything if you don't explain it, you big oaf!" she scolded, her voice sharper than usual.
Toshinori chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, right... my bad." He straightened up and raised his fists in the air. "Okay, Izuku, just focus. Pull your arm back, clench your butt cheeks, and shout SMASH!"
Izuku nodded, a mix of excitement and apprehension in his eyes. Recovery Girl shook her head, muttering under her breath, "I have a feeling this kid's going to be a regular patient."
Facing the open field before him, Izuku took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Alright... let's do this!" He stared down at his right hand, clenching it into a fist. His experiences with his alien transformations gave him a sense of familiarity with power surging through his body, but this... this was different.
"Just think of it like another transformation," he whispered to himself, his determination hardening.
Suddenly, he felt it—a rush of energy coursing through him, hotter and more intense than anything he'd ever felt. His arm began to bulge as the power of One For All surged into his muscles, veins standing out as a network of glowing red lines snaked across his skin.
The energy felt overwhelming, raw, and wild, like a tidal wave waiting to break the damn.
His eyes widened. This was it.
"SMASH!" Izuku roared, swinging his fist forward with all his might.
The moment his punch connected with the air, a deafening shockwave erupted from his fist. The ground trembled violently beneath his feet as if the earth itself were recoiling from the sheer force.
The shockwave exploded outward, tearing through the open field like a hurricane unleashed, uprooting chunks of earth and debris in a wide, destructive arc.
The wind pressure was so immense that the nearby buildings, already fragile from years of abandonment, were instantly ripped apart—roofs blown off, walls collapsing as the force of the blast sent dust and shattered stone flying into the air like a storm of rubble.
All Might quickly raised an arm to shield his eyes from the blast, his grin widening in awe as he watched the sheer devastation.
As the winds finally began to die down, a stillness fell over the base. In front of Izuku, there was now a clear, deep path in the dirt, stretching far into the distance, marking the trajectory of his punch.
All Might lowered his arm, his eyes wide with pride and amazement. "Incredible..." he muttered, looking at the path of destruction. "That was only your first attempt."
Toshinori grinned proudly. "Atta boy!"
Izuku was panting heavily, the adrenaline slowly wearing off. The excitement of using such a powerful Quirk for the first time had him grinning at his own demonstration. But that grin quickly fell as a surge of pain shot through his arm, sharp and unbearable.
"Nngh!" Izuku winced, dropping to his knees. He clutched his arm and gasped at the sight—his eyes widening in shock. His entire arm was red, swollen, and clearly broken, hanging limply by his side.
Toshinori rushed over, crouching down beside him with concern written all over his face. "Are you alright, Young Midoriya?"
Izuku panted heavily, wincing again as he tried to move his arm. "It... it feels like I just blew up my arm..."
"You're not far off," All Might said, his voice grim yet still filled with a strange pride. He reached out and carefully helped Izuku back to his feet, steadying him.
Izuku stared down at his shattered arm, his face pale. "M-My arm… it's completely broken just from one punch... I-I couldn't control it at all…"
All Might's expression softened as he looked at the boy. "Unfortunately, that's the challenge you'll face in learning how to master One For All. This power is not something you can take lightly."
Izuku blinked, his mind racing as he glanced back at his arm. But despite the pain, there was a determination in his eyes. "It's like my transformations... I need to learn how to control it."
Toshinori nodded, impressed by the boy's resolve. "Exactly. Right now, you're either at zero percent or using one hundred percent of your strength—there's no in-between. But with time and training, you'll learn to adjust the output, using only as much power as your body can handle."
"Control..." Izuku muttered, the concept still swirling in his mind.
"The more you train with One For All, the better you'll be able to control it," All Might explained. "But until you can properly manage it in your human form, I'd advise against using it with your alien forms. It could put too much strain on your body."
Izuku nodded, though his heart was still racing with excitement. "I'll make sure to learn control! We have two months until the entrance exam... I will master One For All by then!"
All Might's grin widened. "That's the spirit, young man!"
A voice chimed in from behind them, breaking the moment. "I hope you're not putting too much pressure on him, All Might," Recovery Girl said as she walked up to them, arms crossed.
"Honestly, we already have one reckless oaf, we don't need another!" She huffed before leaning in, stretching her lips to give Izuku a quick kiss on the cheek. Instantly, his broken arm began to glow with healing energy, knitting itself back together.
Izuku flexed his fingers, watching in amazement as his arm was fully restored. "Whoa! Thank you, Recovery Girl!" But then, a wave of exhaustion hit him, and his legs wobbled beneath him. "Wait... why do I feel kind of tired?"
"That's to be expected," Recovery Girl explained. "My Quirk accelerates your body's healing by tenfold, but it drains your stamina as a result. It's how the body works. But you said you're only 'kind of' tired?"
Izuku blinked, realizing he didn't feel completely drained. "Yeah... I mean, I'm a bit tired, but I still have plenty of energy left."
Recovery Girl hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm… that fancy device of yours must've helped with your recovery, lessening the strain on your stamina. But don't rely on it too much. If you get too many injuries, big or small, your stamina will be depleted, and instead of healing, you could end up dead."
All Might cleared his throat, stepping forward with a cautious grin. "But, with your increased healing capabilities, we can push you a bit harder in training. That way, we can help you get control of your Quirk faster!" He turned to Recovery Girl, scratching the back of his head. "Uh… you don't mind, do you?"
Recovery Girl sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As long as you don't break the boy beyond repair, I suppose a little extra training won't hurt... but mark my words, All Might—don't get reckless with him. You both need to be careful."
She straightened up, her tone softening slightly. "I don't mind helping him get control over his Quirk. The faster he masters it, the better, honestly. I'd rather not make him a regular patient once he's in U.A. I'll assist as much as I can until he learns to use it without injuring himself. After that, you'll have to rely on other forms of healing instead."
"Understood, Recovery Girl," All Might nodded respectfully.
"Now," she added, turning to Izuku, "don't neglect your transformations either. We'll work on them, and see if you can use One For All with them."
Midoriya nodded eagerly and pressed the button on his Omnitrix. The familiar dial popped up, and he started scrolling through the alien options. But he froze as he saw something unfamiliar.
"Huh?" he muttered, turning the dial again. Another unfamiliar alien appeared. His original ten were still there, but now there were several more options.
"Whoa! There are new aliens in here!" he said excitedly. "Looks like... nine more?"
All Might raised an eyebrow, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "If there are nine more, who knows? There could be hundreds."
Izuku gulped at the thought. "A hundred more? H-How did I become so blessed?" he stammered.
All Might placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice calm yet filled with purpose. "Remember what I told you, Young Midoriya. Yes, you've been gifted with these incredible abilities, but it's how you use them that matters. Train hard, make them your own. That's where the true measure of your worth lies."
Izuku listened carefully, looking down at the Omnitrix and then at his own hands, contemplating the responsibility he now held.
"You may feel overwhelmed, like you're not ready," All Might continued, his tone encouraging. "But I believe you'll soar higher than even I ever could. You'll reach heights I never dreamed of. Everyone sees it but you, kid. But when you finally realize it... I hope you'll be able to stand tall and say, 'I am here.'"
Izuku's eyes welled up with emotion as the weight of All Might's words hit him. His chest tightened, and he fought the urge to cry, his heart swelling with determination.
Two Weeks Later.
It was a quiet weekend at the military base, and Izuku stood tense, aiming at an old, crumbling building. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and flicked his finger. Instantly, a powerful shockwave ripped through the air, destroying the building in a massive explosion of debris.
"Argh!" Izuku winced, his finger snapping with a sharp pain that surged up his arm. He bit back a groan as his finger swelled and throbbed, bending unnaturally from the impact. Even so, he readied himself for another shot.
Ignoring the pain, Izuku took aim at a second building. He flicked again, another devastating shockwave tearing through the air. The structure exploded into rubble, but the cost was immediate. "Gah!" His finger broke again, this time bruising and swelling even faster. He clenched his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead as the pain pulsed through his hand.
Before he could recover, All Might shot forward, moving like a blur. "Too slow, Young Midoriya!" the hero taunted, his voice echoing as he darted around the boy, challenging him to react.
Izuku squinted through the pain, watching closely. Instead of rushing, he waited, tracking All Might's rapid movement. He gritted his teeth and flicked his finger at just the right moment. The shockwave slammed into All Might with precise timing, blasting him into the rubble.
Izuku smiled through the agony, his hand trembling. "I... I got him," he whispered, but his fingers were now a mangled, aching mess. The bones felt like they were on fire, each flick of One For All taking a heavier toll.
All Might pulled himself from the debris with a groan, dusting off his torn suit as he reverted to his regular form. "Your accuracy is improving," he said with a pained smile, though he winced, feeling the impact of Izuku's hit.
Izuku, panting and clutching his hand, nodded weakly. "Yeah... but I'm still breaking my fingers every time," he said, his voice strained from the pain.
Recovery Girl appeared, her expression disapproving as she examined Izuku's hand. "Honestly, All Might, it's been two weeks, and his fingers are still snapping like twigs. Don't you think it's time you admitted you need help training him?"
All Might puffed his chest out in protest. "I'm doing my best! I'm the only one who understands One For All well enough to guide him!"
Recovery Girl frowned. "What about Gran Torino? He helped you, didn't he?"
At the mention of the name, All Might visibly stiffened, his expression shifting from pride to dread.
"Who's Gran Torino?" Izuku asked, confusion in his voice as he cradled his broken fingers.
All Might's voice wavered as he replied. "He... He was my homeroom teacher when I was a student. A close friend of my predecessor. He's the one who taught me to control One For All."
Izuku's eyes lit up with hope. "He sounds perfect! Let's meet him!"
But All Might's hands began to tremble, his legs shaking as he grimaced. "I... I don't think that's a good idea, Young Midoriya," he muttered, his fear betraying him.
Recovery Girl pulled out her phone, her patience clearly worn thin. "If you won't call him, I will. Midoriya doesn't need to keep breaking bones because you're too scared to face him."
All Might's face turned pale as he swiped the phone out of her hand, shaking like a leaf. "P-Please! Give me some time! Midoriya's doing a great job! He just needs a bit more time!" His voice cracked as he slapped his wobbly legs. "Damn it! Stop shaking!"
Izuku watched in disbelief, his fingers still aching, as his mentor—the Symbol of Peace—quaked with fear at the idea of calling his old teacher.
Recovery Girl raised an eyebrow. "A great job? His fingers are broken, All Might! Again! If you won't call him, I'll have Nezu assign Gran Torino as your assistant."
All Might's face drained of all color. Defeated, he pulled out his phone, dialing the number with trembling hands.
Izuku gulped as Recovery Girl turned to him. "Gran Torino may seem like a cranky old man, but he's the real deal. Underestimate him, and you might end up in worse shape than your fingers."
Izuku shuddered at the thought, his phone buzzing suddenly. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Uraraka.
{Uraraka: Don't forget our meet-up tomorrow!}
He sighed, pocketing his phone. "With the beach cleaned up, I can focus more on my training, but now there's nowhere quiet to practice. I guess I'll have to figure something else out," he muttered, wincing as he flexed his fingers, still in pain despite the healing. "At least I have time to study during the week, and maybe... train with her and Kendo."
His hand throbbed again, reminding him that even with Recovery Girl's healing, his progress came at a painful cost.
A few moments later, after being healed once more, Izuku was driven back home to rest, while All Might trudged back to his place, the weight of his past catching up to him.
...
All Might sat in his study, staring at the number on his phone with dread. His hand hovered over the dial pad, sweat beading on his forehead. Finally, after a deep breath, he dialed the number.
The phone rang, and an elderly voice answered, gruff yet slightly senile. "Hello? Who is this?"
All Might facepalmed, his sweat turning into a full-on sweatdrop. "Come on, Gran Torino, you know exactly who this is."
Gran Torino chuckled on the other end. "Alright, alright. You don't call me anymore, so to what do I owe this pleasure?"
All Might straightened up in his seat, his voice growing serious. "I met a young man recently. Quirkless, but he showed more bravery than anyone I've seen in years. He ran headfirst into a dangerous situation without a second thought, just to save a classmate."
Gran Torino's voice shifted, becoming sharper. "Sounds like a reckless idiot. And judging by your tone, you're thinking of giving him One For All."
All Might hesitated before admitting, "I already have. For the past several months, he's been training to hold the power, but..."
"But you're worse than a novice at teaching," Gran Torino cut in, his tone dripping with amusement. "And now you're crawling back to me for help, seeking my vast wisdom!"
All Might's pride deflated. "Y-Yes, I may need your assistance."
Gran Torino huffed. "Tch. Alright, what's this boy's name?"
"Izuku Midoriya."
There was a brief silence on the other end before Gran Torino's voice returned, sounding more alert. "Midoriya, huh? Wait... that Midoriya?"
"Yes," All Might confirmed, his voice tense. "He's the son of him. And that's not all. The boy... he's also in possession of the Omnitrix."
Gran Torino fell silent again, his shock palpable through the phone. "You're telling me this kid not only has One For All but also the Omnitrix? The most powerful device in the known universe?"
"Yes."
Gran Torino let out a low whistle before bursting into laughter. "Well, damn. If the rumors are true, Vilgax is going to come for the Omnitrix. And not just that—the sins of the father will catch up to him, too. Poor kid's just become the biggest target for every warlord in the galaxy. If he's anything like his father, though, this kid's going to be a real monster."
All Might sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's why I need your help. I can't do this alone."
Gran Torino scoffed. "Obviously. I can't let your novice ass be his only mentor. I'll be there in two days... maybe sooner, if I feel like it."
Before All Might could respond, the line went dead. He let out a long, tired sigh, his eyes heavy with concern. "You're going to need all the help you can get, Young Midoriya."
...
Izuku stood nervously outside Ochako's home, his legs trembling as a blush crept up his face.
"O-Okay, Izuku, this is the first time you're going to a girl's house. Be cool, dude, be cool! Don't make a complete fool of yourself," he muttered, his chest pounding with anxiety.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A loud thud and a quiet "Ow" followed by some shuffling came from inside. "Who is it?"
"It's Midoriya," he called back, trying to steady his voice.
"Dekiru?! You're early!" Ochako's surprised voice replied from behind the door.
"I'm not that early. Can I come in?"
"Uh, y-yeah, sure."
A moment of silence passed before Izuku asked, "Uraraka?"
"Oh, right, um... I'm just a little nervous."
"Nervous? Why?"
"I don't have a fancy home, Dekiru. I don't want you to think less of me…"
"Uraraka, I'd never think less of you just because of your home. It doesn't matter."
"But it's not even middle-class…"
"And? You're still an amazing person."
After another moment of hesitation, the door opened. Ochako stood there, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, looking both nervous and self-conscious. "C-Come in,"she gestured shyly.
Izuku stepped inside, taking a quick look around. The space was small but cozy, with posters of NASA and star charts decorating the walls.
There was nothing extravagant, but it felt homely. As Izuku took it all in, Ochako fidgeted nervously beside him, glancing at him every few seconds to gauge his reaction.
Izuku turned back toward her, smiling. "It's nice, Uraraka. Really."
Ochako let out a small sigh of relief. "Thanks," she said, a smile breaking through her nervousness. They both sat down at the table, and Izuku began pulling out books from his bag.
"Alright, let's get to work. The written exams are coming up fast, and we need to be prepared."
Ochako nodded, her usual cheerful energy returning as they opened their books.
"I'm ready!"she said with determination. Izuku also unpacked some snacks, and they started studying.
While working through problems, he couldn't help but notice how quickly Ochako was plowing through the snacks. He raised an eyebrow but decided to keep quiet.
As the hours passed, the table became littered with papers, books, and snack wrappers. Izuku stretched his arms above his head, his body stiff from sitting in one spot for too long.
"Thanks, Dekiru. Who knew the written exams could be just as tough as the practical ones," Ochako sighed, leaning back as she looked over her notes.
"You're doing great, don't worry about it," Izuku reassured her. He glanced at the clock and blinked in surprise. "Oh, wow, it's getting late. Mom's definitely going to worry if I don't head back soon. We can pick this up tomorrow, and maybe do some training if you're up for it?"
Ochako nodded eagerly, pushing her notes aside. "Yeah! I've been working on increasing my limit to 4 tons! But… I have to admit, it's kinda embarrassing puking in front of everyone…"
Izuku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-It's okay. Just, uh, try not to puke on my shirt again."
Ochako turned red, covering her face. "Don't remind me!"
As they cleaned up their study materials, Izuku hesitated before speaking. "Hey, Uraraka?"
"Yeah?"
"There's something I've been wondering... Why do you want to be a hero? What made you apply to UA?"
The question seemed to catch Ochako off guard, and she fidgeted nervously, biting her lip. "Well… it's kind of embarrassing… but if I'm being honest, it's for the money."
Izuku blinked, taken aback. "For the money? You want to be a hero to get rich?"
Ochako sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah… I know it sounds bad, but… it's the truth"
Izuku didn't say anything right away, sensing there was more to the story. He waited as she gathered her thoughts.
"My family owns a construction company, but we're not getting much work these days. We're nearly flat broke."
Realization dawned on Izuku. "Oh… I see. You're planning to get your license and use your quirk to replace construction equipment, right? To save your family money?"
Ochako's eyes lit up as she nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah! Exactly. That's what I told my dad. I know it's not the most noble reason compared to your dream, but… it's mine."
Izuku smiled warmly, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. "You really care about your family, huh?"
Ochako's expression softened, her gaze distant for a moment. She remembered when she was little, promising her parents she'd help them. Her father had told her that while he appreciated it, he wanted her to be happy and follow her dreams.
"I just… want to make life easier for them," she said quietly, her voice filled with determination. "I'll definitely become a hero and make money, I'm going to help my parents live an easy life."
Izuku awe struck could only smile at the girl.
...
5 Days Later...
Midoriya was headed to All Might's home to begin his training with One For All. As he walked alongside All Might, he noticed something strange through a broken wall in the decaying structure of the abandoned military base: an old man lying face down in a puddle of red liquid, with some meat underneath him and a broken plate next to him, complete with a fork.
"AAAAHH! HOLY CRAP, THERE'S A DEAD MAN!"
All Might, who was about to enter the crumbling building, stopped abruptly. "Dead man..." He widened he puffed up into his musclar form before he sped away. "DON'T UNDERESTIMATE HIM, YOUNG MIDORIYA! HE MAY ACT SENILE, BUT HE'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING!"
Midoriya was confused. "But he doesn't even look alive."
The old man then raised his head, revealing a surprisingly lively gaze. "I'm alive."
"AHHHHHHHH! HE'S ALIVE!" Izuku shouted again, his heart racing.
The old man pushed himself up, chuckling as he brushed ketchup off his tattered clothes. "Whoopsie! I was carrying a nice big plate of sausages covered in ketchup when I accidentally tripped and fell. Clumsy me!"
"Okay, that's a bit weird," Izuku thought, his brow furrowed.
"Who are you?" the old man asked, his voice gruff but playful.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya," he introduced himself, still bewildered.
"Who are you?" the old man asked again, his tone insistently curious.
"I'M IZUKU MIDORIYA! AND WHO EVEN ARE YOU?!" he replied, annoyance creeping into his voice.
"I'm Gran Torino. Now, who are you?"
This old man is the one who trained All Might? I think I've been misled, Izuku thought, skepticism washing over him.
Outside, All Might listened intently, feeling a mixture of fear and nostalgia as he recalled the grueling training he endured under Gran Torino. Though he was anxious about Izuku's upcoming training, he knew it was best for Gran Torino to guide the boy on his own.
Midoriya believed he couldn't learn anything from the man, or that he was incapable of teaching anything. He reached for his phone, but a sudden gust of wind snatched it away. He looked up to see Gran Torino holding his phone with a mischievous grin.
"Hey!"
"You younglings are always on your phones. The old hag gave me some footage of your training with All Might. You've gotten a decent grasp of One For All, but you're still reckless. That justice-obsessed All Might is worse than a novice when it comes to teaching! Chiyo had to tell this oaf to call someone else to teach you!"
All Might, who was eavesdropping, felt tears of laughter welling up in his eyes. "Am I really that bad?
"Boy, there are threats you can't even imagine coming for you, so I'll prepare you! I'll have to teach you properly! We have a couple of weeks until the entrance exam, which gives me more time to beat some lessons into you, heheheh."
The boy gulped in fear.
"Now, before we start, tell me how much control you have over One For All."
"I figured out how to limit One For All to certain body parts and to a certain percentage. But I can't figure out how to use it in my alien forms."
"Yeah, figured as much. It's probably best to handle One For All with yourself instead of with your aliens for now. I got the gist of your transformations and how they work. One For All gives you the opportunity not to rely on your alien forms and to understand your own power."
Izuku nodded, trying to keep his nerves in check.
"Good. Now, get ready, brat! You've trained with Toshinori and his useless instruction, and now it's time for you to learn from me!" Gran Torino declared, his voice booming against the backdrop of rusted metal and crumbling concrete. "We'll start with... three minutes. Let's see if you can land a hit on me within that time frame using only One For All."
"Eh!? I-Is that really okay?!"Izuku began fidgeting with his fingers."In all honesty, shouldn't we go to the gym? Ans if I accidentally go all out, I might seriously injure you, sir—"
Gran Torino rolled his eyes. "Good grief, you're such a chatterbox…" He suddenly blasted off the ground, his speed creating a whirlwind that kicked up debris and sent dust swirling through the air.
"I'm losing patience!" He caught Izuku off guard and kicked him squarely in the back.
"That hurt!" Izuku shouted as he stumbled forward, quickly regaining his footing in the dimly lit expanse of the abandoned military base. Rusted machinery and broken equipment surrounded them, remnants of a once-active facility now draped in shadows.
Izuku tried to retaliate, but Gran Torino was already gone, a blur of motion in the flickering light. He looked around, straining to pinpoint Gran Torino's location in the echoing silence of the derelict base.
He felt 8% of One For All flow into his hand. He's passed behind me twice! Then—
Izuku turned at the last second and managed to catch Gran Torino before he landed his strike.
"Analysis and prediction, huh?"
Izuku prepared to deliver his blow.
"SMASH...!"
But Gran Torino effortlessly dodged the super-powered punch, moving with a grace that belied his age.
"… You're a little stiff!" he taunted, the wind pressure from Izuku's blow barely grazing his cheek.
"Gah!" Izuku was slammed to the ground, the hard concrete biting into him, as Gran Torino stood on his back, slowly clapping his hands. He turned around, and as Izuku struggled to get up, he sent a flick toward the old man, but Gran Torino dodged with ease, kicking him again.
"Heh, you're not bad, kid, Gran Torino said, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
"Come on, kid, let's go!" Gran Torino said with a serious grin, the sound of his cane tapping against the concrete punctuating his words.
The elder then casually sat cross-legged on Izuku's back, the weight surprisingly heavy.
"You nearly did," Gran Torino replied, wiping a bit of blood from his cheek as he got off the young hero.
Izuku lifted his head so his face wasn't pressed against the cold floor. "Uhm... around 8% if I'm desperate."
"Not bad," Gran Torino replied, nodding in approval.
"Uh, sir, if you don't mind me asking, you said my movements were a little stiff. Why?"
"That's something you'll have to figure out on your own," Gran Torino said, picking up his cane and gesturing around at the ruins of the military base." Think about it in your own time. Until then, your girlfriend wants to meet up. And a piece of advice: stop trying to emulate All Might. It may work for now, but not for the long run."
As he handed back the phone, the boy said, "Until then, you might want to text back your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend!" he said, blushing furiously.
{Moichi girl: Dekiru, see you at 15:00 tomorrow.}
Midoriya looked at the message before giving a smile, but then he recalled something the old man said. "Uhm, sir? You mentioned that threats were coming. What did you mean by that?"
Gran Torino contemplated for a moment, the atmosphere in the base turning serious. "You may not want to admit it, kid, but right now, you're extremely powerful. That kind of power doesn't come without a price. There will be those who challenge you. When someone with your strength comes along, it rarely means good."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You'll figure that out on your own. Now I'm hungry! You should contemplate what I said. Go home and do whatever teenagers do! See you this weekend. You've got a week; I expect you to figure out what I mean."
...
Midoriya found himself at Uraraka's cozy apartment, surrounded by the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the faint smell of cleaning supplies. He sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, his notes scattered around him like fallen leaves, but his mind was miles away.
"My movements are stiff? What does 'stiff' even mean?" he mused, furrowing his brow in concentration as he tapped his pencil against his chin.
"Uh, Dekiru?" Uraraka's voice cut through his reverie like a warm breeze.
Startled, he looked up. "Oh, Uraraka!" he exclaimed, realization dawning on him that he had been drifting off.
"You've been zoning out all day! You barely paid attention to what I've been saying," she said, pouting adorably.
"Sorry, I've just been thinking about something," he replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks.
"Mhmm. Sigh How about we take a small break? Do you want something to eat?" Uraraka offered.
"Huh? Oh no, you don't have to. I don't want to intrude!" he protested, but just then, his stomach let out a loud growl, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He felt his face heat up as he instinctively tried to hide his midsection.
"You're not intruding; you're my guest! How would you feel if you invited me to your home, and you thought I was hungry?" she pointed out, her hands on her hips.
"I-I would probably offer you some food," he admitted, feeling a bit guilty for refusing.
"Exactly! Now, I can't cook, but I can heat us up some instant ramen. Is that alright?" she asked, her smile radiant and inviting.
"Ramen? Yeah, that sounds awesome!" His eyes lit up, excitement bubbling within him at the thought of food.
With a determined nod, she moved to the kitchen, pulling out two packets of instant ramen from the cupboard. Midoriya watched her, feeling a warmth in his chest as she set to work. "Thanks a lot, Uraraka! Again, I really do appreciate it, though I feel bad eating your food."
She shook her head, her expression firm. "Don't feel bad; that's what friends are for." She deftly grabbed two bowls, ripping open the packets and pouring the curly noodles into each bowl with practiced ease.
Midoriya hesitated before suggesting, "Well, maybe you can come over for dinner sometime?"
Uraraka's eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the bowls. "Huh?"
"I-I-I mean, if you want! I noticed you live alone, and you probably haven't had a family dinner or something… You don't have to!" he stammered, flustered by his own words.
"N-No, it's fine. If you want me over, then I guess it's okay… And maybe Kendo can join us! Make it a group thing!" she added quickly, her cheeks pinkening as she spoke.
As Midoriya handed her a pitcher of water, their eyes met for a brief moment, both of them blushing. She poured water into the bowls, and a comfortable silence settled over them as the microwave beeped, signaling it was ready.
Midoriya, feeling the pull of curiosity, stared at the bowl of ramen as it spun slowly inside the microwave, entranced by the swirling motion. Uraraka crouched down, tilting her head in confusion. "Uh, Dekiru?"
"Yeah… That's a good point… Anything is possible…" he murmured, lost in thought, his eyes glued to the bowl.
"Um, you don't have to watch it, you know. I know you're hungry, but the wait's just going to feel longer if you keep looking at it. It's like watching a clock," she said, amusement dancing in her voice.
"Uraraka… How exactly does a microwave work?" he asked suddenly, leaning in closer, his nose almost touching the glass door.
Her eyebrow quirked in confusion. "Huh? A microwave? Why do you want me to explain? You already know how they work, right?"
He shrugged, his face mere inches from the appliance. "Just answer, please. I want to hear it from someone else."
Deciding to indulge him, she explained, "Okay… Well, basically, a microwave generates heat while the food sits on the turning plate so it heats evenly. That's the gist of it… Do you want me to go into more detail…?"
"Exactly!" Izuku shouted suddenly, flinging open the microwave door and grabbing the steaming bowl.
Uraraka jumped, startled by his sudden outburst. "H-Huh?! T-The ramen isn't ready yet!"
"Just listen to this! This bowl of ramen is me!" he declared, lifting the bowl high above his head as if it were a trophy, excitement radiating from him.
"..."
"...What?" Uraraka blinked, completely bewildered.
"I'm the bowl of ramen!" he insisted, his voice full of fervor.
"Dekiru, you're scaring me."
"I'M THE BOWL OF RAMEN!" he shouted again, his enthusiasm overwhelming the room.
"Okay, Dekiru, we're just going to get some help, okay?" she said, backing away slightly, unsure of how to handle his sudden burst of energy.
"What? No! I-I just—hold on!" Midoriya declared, realization hitting him like a bolt of lightning.
"I shouldn't be trying to figure out how to move back and forth. I should just be moving at all!" he exclaimed, glowing with determination as red lines flared to life around him, crackling with green electricity like an aura.
Uraraka's jaw dropped, her eyes wide as she watched him glow brightly, an expression of awe mixed with confusion. "H-How d-did you do that?"
He suddenly realized he was using a power outside of his transformations. "Uh… uhm… I-I—"
Seeing him grow uncomfortable, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. You can explain things to me when you're ready, okay?"
He smiled back at her, a warm feeling spreading in his chest, but guilt crept in as he thought about the secrets he was keeping from her, his mom, and Kendo—the three people, besides All Might, who had shown him genuine kindness.
Midoriya stood in front of Gran Torino, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The air crackled with anticipation as he felt the familiar surge of power within him. All Might and Recovery Girl watched with keen interest, their expressions a mix of pride and concern.
As he activated One For All, green electricity erupted around him, shimmering like a living thing. Midoriya felt the energy flow through his body.
Gran Torino crossed his arms, a smirk creeping onto his face. "You're way too much like him, you know that?" he remarked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Young Midoriya..." All Might thought, his smile widening as he saw the determination in the boy's eyes.
"One For All Full Cowling!" Midoriya declared in his mind, focusing intensely. "Right now, I can use 8%!"
Gran Torino clapped his hands together, his voice sharp and energetic. "Now, kid! We've got a few weeks before the entrance exam, and we're going to train like hell! Are you prepared to go Plus Ultra, you zygote?"
Midoriya's face lit up with a determined smile. "I am!" he replied, confidence surging through him.
Over the next few weeks, Midoriya trained relentlessly under the watchful eyes of Gran Torino and All Might. He quickly learned two things: one, Gran Torino was terrifying in his own right, and two, training with both of them was nothing short of a nightmare! The intense workouts left him exhausted, but every ache was a reminder of his growing strength.
As the week before the entrance exam approached, Midoriya remained at 8% of One For All, feeling the familiar tension and excitement building within him. He also discovered a new sense of camaraderie with his friends. Training with Uraraka and Kendo had proven beneficial for everyone involved; they pushed each other to grow stronger.
Pony, who was getting more comfortable with the language barrier, would occasionally meet up with him at a quaint café. They would sit together, sipping hot tea and practicing their English and Japanese. While she wasn't fluent yet, Midoriya could see the progress she made, and he felt a sense of pride in helping her along the way.
[ Location: Kendo Dojo. Time: 15: 35 ]
Midoriya and Kendo stood across from each other on the sparring mat, their bodies poised in readiness. After exchanging respectful bows, they quickly settled into their fighting stances. Kendo wasted no time, dashing toward him with impressive speed, her fists flying in a rapid series of punches. Midoriya dodged and parried, moving fluidly as he deflected her blows.
As Kendo swung a right hook, Midoriya seized the moment and leapt into the air, twisting his body as he aimed a kick toward her face. His foot connected, sending her stumbling back. She wiped a small trickle of blood from her lip and smirked at him.
"That's one point, Midoriya!" she called, her voice full of challenge.
They reset, taking their stances once more, circling each other with caution. This time, Midoriya was the one to launch the attack. He delivered a barrage of kicks and punches, his movements precise and fast. Kendo blocked each strike, her defense impeccable.
Without warning, she dropped to her back, using the momentum to spring upward like a coiled spring. In one smooth motion, she sent a sharp kick toward Midoriya's midsection, forcing him to retreat a few steps.
Not giving him a chance to recover, Kendo charged again, flipping into the air as Midoriya dove beneath her, narrowly dodging her kick. As she landed, he struck with a powerful kick to her stomach, sending her backward.
"That's two!" Midoriya smirked, his confidence growing.
Kendo backflipped, landing gracefully on her feet. Her eyes locked on his, her expression fierce. "Don't get cocky!" she shouted before rushing him once more.
Midoriya ducked and dodged the flurry of kicks she sent his way, but this time, one landed solidly across his face. He stumbled back, dazed, before Kendo swept his leg out from under him. Midoriya, ever agile, caught himself on his hands and backflipped into the air. As he spun, he aimed another kick at Kendo, who barely had time to react.
"Whoa!" she gasped, narrowly dodging the strike. Midoriya landed and swept her legs from under her, causing her to crash to the mat. Before she could recover, he pinned her down, their bodies pressed close together.
Both of them were panting heavily, their faces flushed from exertion. Midoriya held her firmly, their faces inches apart. Kendo suddenly became acutely aware of the rapid beating of her heart. She stared into Midoriya's intense green eyes, feeling a strange warmth spread through her chest.
"What… What is this feeling?" she thought, her breath catching as she looked at him. "Am I…?"
"I beat you!" Midoriya declared, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Huh?" Kendo blinked, snapping out of her thoughts.
"I finally beat you!" he repeated, beaming with pride.
Kendo's face flushed as she smiled, trying to shake off the strange feeling. "Y-Yeah," she muttered, her voice unsteady. But then her competitive nature kicked back in. With a sudden burst of strength, she reversed their positions, pinning Midoriya to the mat. He gasped in surprise as his back hit the ground.
"Whoa!" he yelped. "You're going to have to try harder if you want one over me, pipsqueak," Kendo teased, looking down at him with a playful smirk.
"We're the same height!" Midoriya protested.
"Not from my position," she shot back, her grin widening. "From here, I'm looking down on you."
"That's because you're pinning me!" he argued.
"Excuses," she said, shaking her head in mock disappointment.
They both laughed, the tension easing as they pushed themselves off the mat, still catching their breath. After a few moments, they grabbed their towels and wiped the sweat from their foreheads, ready to call it a day.
Later, as they were getting dressed back into their normal clothes, Kendo spoke up, her voice came out a bit shy in contrast to her usual tomboy. "Hey, uh, Midoriya… you better get into U.A. If you don't, I'll kick your ass." She said with a blush
Midoriya chuckled nervously, nodding in agreement. "I will. And you do the same! O-Oh, and I know you said I should have more confidence in myself, so I hope this doesn't sound too overconfident, but… look at the number one spot on the leaderboard. You'll see my name there!"
Kendo glanced at him, then quickly looked away as she felt her face heat up. She tried to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks. She desperately tried to ignore her beating chest.
"Could've done without the stuttering, but no way am I letting you beat me! You might've won this match, but you're not beating me in the entrance exam!" she declared, her chest still beating.
As Midoriya turned to leave, Kendo suddenly called out, her voice a bit uncertain. "Hey! After we get our results… how about we hang out or something? Y'know, to show each other how we did?"
Midoriya paused and then nodded enthusiastically. "I hope we both pass. It'll be nice seeing you every day at U.A."
Kendo blushed again, punching him lightly on the shoulder. "Yeah, it will be. Plus, if I see you every day, it'll give me more chances to kick your butt!"
Midoriya grinned as he waved goodbye. "You can try, that's for sure!"
...
Ochako sat at her desk, reviewing the notes Izuku had left for had gone over them with her about an hour ago before heading home, and she was focused on absorbing as much as possible. But as she worked, her stomach let out a loud growl, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since lunch.
She sighed and stood up, rubbing her belly. "I should probably get something to eat," she muttered to herself. As she stretched and looked around the room, her eyes landed on something on the kitchen counter that hadn't been there earlier—a pair of neatly stacked bento boxes.
"Huh? Where did these come from?" Ochako wondered aloud, walking over to the counter. She picked up the top bento box and noticed a small note taped to the lid. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the familiar handwriting: "You'll need the energy for tomorrow~ Izuku."
Her cheeks flushed pink as she stared at the note, a small smile creeping onto her face. Izuku had gone out of his way to make sure she had food to keep her going. Her heart fluttered at the thought.
With growing curiosity, Ochako opened the first bento box. Inside was a beautifully arranged dinner: perfectly seasoned grilled chicken, steamed vegetables, and a serving of fluffy white rice with sesame seeds sprinkled on top. Her stomach growled even louder at the sight of it, and she couldn't help but giggle at her body's response. She sat down at the table and eagerly began to eat. Each bite was delicious, and she felt a warmth in her chest, knowing Izuku had prepared it with such care.
After finishing her meal, Ochako turned her attention to the second bento box. It was labeled with another small note: "For tomorrow morning." She carefully opened it, revealing a delightful breakfast assortment—fluffy tamagoyaki a side of fresh fruit, and a small onigiri wrapped in nori. The sight of the second meal made her smile even wider, her heart swelling with gratitude.
As she cleaned up, Ochako couldn't shake the warm feeling in her chest. Izuku's thoughtfulness had not only filled her stomach but also made her heart race. She could feel the soft flutter in her chest as she thought of him, realizing just how much his kindness meant to her.
"Thank you, Izuku," she whispered, her blush deepening as she imagined seeing him again tomorrow.
Izuku knew he was ready. He had a solid grasp of One For All, comfortably using 8% of its power. Thanks to his stamina, he could stay in his alien forms for a good while and had even gained control over the new aliens that had recently emerged. He was prepared.
But despite all his preparations, doubts crept into his mind. His confidence was weighed down by lingering worries. Now, he found himself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Maybe I should look up some hero news? No, then I'll be up all night, and I'll be exhausted, then I'll time out during the exam and fail, and All Might will be so disappointed in me! I'll never see Uraraka or Kendo again! Oh, and Pony! Jirou said she's going to try for the exam as well—"
His anxious train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a buzz from his phone. He glanced over and saw a message from Uraraka.
{Uraraka: You up?}
{Midoriya: I'm up. Can't sleep?}
{Uraraka: Nope. I've been trying and failing spectacularly.}
{Midoriya: Sounds like someone I know.}
{Uraraka: He wouldn't have green hair, green eyes, and love heroes, would he?}
{Midoriya: Oh, so you've met him?}
They both chuckled from their rooms.
{Midoriya: Anyway, you've got this. You've been training so hard. I know you can do it!}
{Uraraka: Not as hard as you! Kendo had to carry you home!}
{Midoriya: Not my finest moment.}
{Uraraka: My point is you're really strong, smart, and hardworking. All that effort is going to pay off! Trust me, I know you'll pass.}
{Midoriya: I'm not so sure...}
{Uraraka: Fine, don't believe me. The person with the highest points buys lunch! And I still have some of the extra money you gave me, so I can treat you to anything!}
{Midoriya: But weren't you saving that money for a rainy day?!}
{Uraraka: Yeah, but I'm going to be a pro! I'll be super duper rich!}
{Midoriya: Fine, I guess I'll probably have some ramen.}
{Uraraka: Hey, whoa, whoa! Who said you're going to win? I have just as much of a chance as you... even though you have super speed, you can fly, and you probably have more range... Nope, I'm not backing down! I'll at least try to beat you, Dekiru!}
{Midoriya: Thanks for texting. It really helped.}
{Uraraka: No problem. I think you helped me out a little too. Goodnight, Dekiru, sleep well.}
{Midoriya: Night.}
Tomorrow was the entrance exam. Midoriya smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, knowing that the entire year's worth of training would be put to the test tomorrow.