Welcome to chapter 2! and HOLY SMOKES all the support everyone has given me just for chapter 1 alone. Thank you to everyone who read/followed/subbed and I hope I can keep entertaining you with this story!

A special thanks to 'Evil Angel' over on the Epsi's Hoard discord server for editing the chapter!

Chapter 2

Karma to all things good and bad

"So… let me get this straight," Izuku prompted as he struggled to put on his high school uniform. His screaming session had lasted for a good solid three minutes before the small creature pulled a comically large mallet from thin air and bopped him on the head with it. He didn't know what was more strange; the fact that the creature had conjured up a weapon or the fact it didn't hurt, but it made a loud 'squeak' sound when used against his head.

"You are a creature called a 'Moogle,' your kind has been around since who knows when, and the reason no one has discovered you is that they haven't been blessed by a giant sentient crystal named 'Hydaelyn,' who just so happens to be a GOD! And she chose me to be a, what was it… 'Warrior of Light'?"

"Yep! That's pretty much the gist of it, Kupo," spoke the now identified Moogle, who was buzzing about and looking over the vast amounts of hero memorabilia, picking up the figurines and dancing around with them much like a small child would. Izuku had asked it not to play with them so many times already that he'd just given up, for now, seeing as it wasn't listening to him and was just curious.

The high schooler grunted as he fastened the last button of his school jacket. He could barely move as he turned towards his new… companion? "A-and Hydaelyn had to alter my body… why?"

"Well, I don't really know, to be honest, Kupo, though if I had to guess…" the Moogle picked up a more recent photo of Izuku that was taken at the beginning of the third year of high school with his now definitely shorter mother standing beside him.

"It's because you were skinnier than a twig, and some of the jobs you'll get as you grow stronger require some muscle. Not to say that if you slack off, you'll always be in top shape! Working out and maintaining your body would be a good idea, Kupo."

The creature slowly looked over the still struggling boy and then snapped its fingers. Izuku felt his body shiver slightly as the clothes seemed to expand and conform better to his body. The green-haired boy sighed in relief and thanked it, but then remembered one crucial detail he had missed and blushed gently, "I-I'm sorry, but I didn't get your name in all the explanations."

The Moogle stared at the boy for a definite few moments; the silence in the room grew heavy for some reason before the creature smiled and bowed, "That's alright, Kupo! Greetings Izuku Midoriya, my name is Mog!"

Izuku had hoped that today would be a much more relaxing day at school than yesterday's 'disaster,' and thankfully, that was the case for the most part. What wasn't easier was that he could hear whispers throughout the day, which made him very self-conscious. He was used to being outright ignored and left in the background to avoid being bullied about his quirkless status unless it was Bakugo, who usually kept hunting him down day in and out to make sure he "remembered his place."

The whispers and comments were worse during gym class as the school's uniform had clung tightly to his body; he was red as a tomato from overhearing some of the things being said but sighed internally once he heard the phrase 'If only he wasn't quirkless' after every positive comment, especially from the girls who were eyeing him up.

Like it was his fault that genetics had screwed him over, making him an oddity amongst humans with superpowers just because he couldn't change his eye color at a whim or be a salty douchebag with a garbage personality that could cause explosions more beneficial to a terrorist than a future hero.

Izuku's train of thought halted abruptly as he was sitting in the last class of the day, eyes wide. 'Where did that come from?'

But before he could even begin to deduce that odd bit of thought, the intercom squawked loudly and called him to the principal's office. 'Now what?' he thought as he quickly collected his things, tossed his bag over his shoulder, and headed towards what would likely be yet another reason to hate this school.

When Izuku had entered the principal's office, he was stunned to see the deflated All Might sitting across the desk. He introduced himself as Toshinori Yagi, the secretary of All Might. He had come by to return his student ID. Izuku had blushed in embarrassment and thanked him, but as he reached to take it, the principal cleared his throat and asked for the card.

Toshinori looked at the portly principal with a raised brow but slowly did as he was asked, looking back towards the equally confused teenager. The principal thanked him for his time and asked the skeletal man to leave both of them; they needed to discuss something privately. Toshinori gave one last look to Izuku before stepping out of the room and closing the door softly behind him; he cupped his ear to the door to listen in, and what happened next truly shocked him.

"YOU'RE EXPELLING ME?!" shouted Izuku as he rose from his chair, the piece of furniture toppling to the ground from how quick the teenager had leaped up. The boy's green eyes were wide, a disbelieving gaze directed at the nonplussed expression of the man before him, still holding onto his student ID.

"Of course. You broke the law by running past a police line and engaged in vigilante activities."

"B-but the heroes were doing nothing! They were waiting for another hero to show up with the right quirk, and Ka-Bakugo could've been killed!"

The principal leaned back in his chair; it creaked under his weight, "Be that as it may, if it were leaked that you were a student at our school, then it would look bad on all of us."

Izuku stared at the man for a few solid minutes. Slowly the shocked look on his face shifted into a deep frown. The teenager growled low in his throat as he spoke, "This, just to protect your 'star pupil.' Having it be known that a strong quirk user needed help from someone would damage his reputation, and thus the school's own."

"NOT just from anyone, brat." scowled the portly man as he stared back at the still frowning teenager, "The fact is that you, the quirkless runt that keeps sullying our grounds with your presence here and showing up Bakugo at every turn, is the problem here," he spat out, but the boy never backed down.

"How is it my fault? That's called doing my best, even if the tests I get back are marked lower to make Bakugo look better!" growled out Izuku again, his hands clenched into fists as he continued, "Every black mark on my file was because Bakugo kept bullying me and starting fights, and I had the "gaul" to defend myself."

The portly man slammed his fist onto the desk, startling the boy, "Enough! As of this moment, you are not welcome at this school anymore, nor will you be able to slander any of our students once I get the police involved."

Izuku froze, the hatred in his core dissipating into fear, "T-the P-Police?"

The principal grinned darkly, something akin to Izuku's memory of the sludge villain from the previous night. "Of course! You fled a crime scene after your little stunt when that knight showed up, adding to the charge of attempted vigilantism. A nice detention cell is perfect for a freak like you." He chuckled as he lifted the phone receiver. "You won't be a problem for anyone anymore."

"HE IS NOT THE PROBLEM!" a voice boomed as the door to the office slammed open, embedding it into the wall with cracks splitting the drywall; the principal and Izuku twisted in that direction. One with a look of pure horror and the other joy and hope respectfully as the number one hero in Japan, All Might, strode in. The giant man turned his head towards the small, portly principal as the hero's voice boomed, a scowl on his lips. "BECAUSE I AM HERE, AND NOW YOUR PROBLEM IS ME."

"Thank you again, All Might," Izuku murmured gently from where he sat beside the now skeletal man in a dumpy pick-up truck. While the man was keeping his eyes on the road, he smiled as the boy continued, "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't stuck around."

"Think nothing of it, Young Midoriya! And you can call me Yagi Toshinori in this form. Best not to give out my alter ego, right?" A glance and a chuckle came from the pro hero in disguise as Izuku smirked.

"Y-yes, Yagi-san… and I'm sorry to ask, but where are we going, exactly? N-Not that I'm complaining or distrustful of you!" the boy stuttered with an embarrassed tone of voice, "B-But, I'm still trying to reel in the fact that I don't have a high school to go to. It's close to the end of the school year, so I will have to get into another one next year. Then mom is going to worry moreandthestresswontbegoodforher—" At this point, Izuku was hyperventilating while muttering; usually, a deadly mix for the eighteen-year-old. Toshinori pulled over to the side of the road as quickly and safely as he could, turning to the teenager and rubbing his back.

"Breath slow and deep, Midoriya... It will be alright." He smiled softly as the boy began to calm himself and breathe easier. "And do not worry about your schooling; everything has already been taken care of!"

"W-What? How?" Izuku asked with a confused tone that caused Toshinori to chuckle loudly. Something the boy took note of in the back of his mind was that he could still tell it was All Might, even in such a state.

"That… is a surprise!" He spoke loudly before turning back to his steering wheel and starting the truck once again. The remaining journey was silent between the two, which honestly didn't surprise the pro hero. All Might, his idol, had crushed his dreams. Toshinori had spent most of the previous night re-thinking what the teenager beside him had asked; the actions that followed, while dangerous, embodied what being a hero had meant to Toshinori. What struck him as odd was the fact that he thought he was quirkless.

Had the boy been lied to all his life? Had Midoriya lied to him? Or did this eighteen-year-old boy develop a quirk at the last minute to save himself? That final thought had confused the man immensely since most 'late bloomers' usually cropped up at the age of eight or nine, not eighteen!

And what a quirk that was! It was like he'd already mastered it with how he kept expertly slamming the shield into the villain's weak point while keeping the focus on him! It was like the boy had trained for decades with the skill he displayed. Another thought brought the hero to glance at the boy beside him.

When did the boy go from a twig to an adonis?

Izuku could hardly breathe since the truck pulled up to UA's front entrance, to the university of his dreams. Somehow they hadn't turned away his application into the hero course despite his quirkless status. While that alone filled the boy with hope, the question remained as Toshinori (now buffed up) was escorting him down the university's vacant halls.

'Why was he here now?'

His attention was brought back from his thoughts as the blonde knocked on a door, and a soft 'come' could be heard past it. Once the door opened, All Might watched as the teenager walked in and sat down on one of the two chairs before a large desk with an equally large chair behind it. He "deflated" once the door was shut and sat in the chair beside Izuku.

The room was silent for a few moments before the large chair in front of them swung around, and sitting upon it was a small creature. It had white fur similar to Mog's and beady black eyes, one of which had a nasty scar that looked deep. The strange creature lifted its paws into the air and finally spoke.

"Am I a bear? A mouse? Or a dog? More importantly, I'm the dean!"

"D-Dean Nezu?!" exclaimed Izuku, who nearly jumped from the chair, causing both adults to laugh loudly from the boy's antics. Once somewhat calmed down, Izuku stuttered out, "H-Hello Dean N-Nezu. I-it's a pleasure to m-m-meet you."

"And it is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Midoriya! I must say you gave everyone quite a shock with the display of your… 'quirk' yesterday." replied Nezu. The pause in his sentence made the green-hair boy raise an eyebrow before starting to go into panic. Did the Dean already know?

Toshinori was also curious about the pause, sharp blue eyes moving back and forth between the two as Nezu continued, "Regardless, we are here to discuss with you what will be happening in the coming months leading up to the UA Entrance Exams, but first." The dean looked towards the skeletal man, "I believe Mr. Yagi wishes to speak to you about something."

"Ahem, yes…" the blonde man turned himself to face Midoriya properly, "Young man, yesterday you had asked if you could be a hero without a quirk… and suffice it to say, I told you no."

Izuku's eyes seemed to drift downwards, the painful memories of that conversation on replay along with all of his other self-doubts. Toshinori quickly picked up on the boy's mental anguish and continued, "But yet, you… at the time, a quirkless and timid boy rushed in to save that other boy while the pro heroes, including myself, shamefully… watched from the sidelines! I told you that being a hero meant having to put your life on the line to save others, yet I was a hypocrite." Toshinori buffed up suddenly, standing tall with that ever-present smile, looking down upon the still sitting teenager whose eyes started to tear up.

"If not for your brave actions, I would have remained a pedestrian, but you, young man…" Toshinori pointed to the boy's chest, "With your conviction and actions, reminded me of my own words, and you inspired me to act!"

Izuku was now crying, the tears dripping down his face not from sadness but from his idol words and the build-up they were leading to. He bowed his head and clenched his eyes, trying to hold back the soon to be oncoming flood. Toshinori beamed at the boy, continuing his speech. "Even though you have a quirk now, even if that was not the case… Izuku Midoriya, you too can be a hero!"

Izuku fell off his chair, his body curled up as the floodgates opened, the sobs of the heroic fanboy echoed in the office. However, it wasn't bothering the adults. The actions were that of joy, of validation, something Toshinori noted and stored in the back of his mind.

While he had his suspicions after hearing the conversation earlier between the principal of Aldera High and the boy, it genuinely hurt the pro hero to see what had been said was true, this boy… this heroic boy had gone through so much in his short life.

He wasn't finished though, as he cleared his throat to get the attention of Izuku once the sobbing started to calm down. "Young Midoriya, I deem you worthy of being my successor. My power is yours to inherit!"

Silence filled the room. Izuku's emerald eyes stared at All Might in confusion for a moment before the gravity and meaning behind those words made them widen. There was only one response to such a proclamation.

He fainted.