It was the day after the Sports Festival, and Izuku had been cleared to leave campus after a lot of sleeping. He had slept through the night and into the next day, where he had gotten a text from Ochako asking him what had gone wrong to make him drop out of the tournament. They had met up not long after that, the two having made plans to meet up anyway.
The two were at a local food truck, and were enjoying their lunch. Izuku was nervous, though. Not because of the price of the food, though the vendor wasn't as generous as once thought. It was because of his unanswered questions surrounding how he felt about Ochako. He had been going back and forth with himself about whether or not he felt anything for her, and if it was romantic or not. He wasn't going to leave Ochako until he found out, and he had a feeling he knew how to do just that.
"You passed out?" Ochako asked.
"Yeah," Izuku answered, before taking a bite of the takoyaki he had ordered.
"Why?" Ochako asked again.
"Well, my Quirk was acting up throughout the Festival. The energy drain from trying to get it under control took its toll, I think. I'm lucky that the kind of havoc my Quirk was wreaking inside me didn't do permanent damage to my nervous system. That'd be bad, to say the least," Izuku said.
"Yeah," Ochako laughed, before sipping on her drink.
"How have you been, though? You got your cast off; that's good," Izuku said.
"Yeah! Recovery Girl said that I can return to school with everyone else, so I'm really excited!" Ochako cheered, flexing both of her arms.
Izuku remembered how she had looked when she had been hurt by Bakugo. She had been littered with little cuts, scrapes and scratches. Burns covered her, and blood was spilling out of her at a worrying rate. Now, she looked perfectly fine, even better than before, almost. Izuku couldn't deny that he had become a tad bit protective of Ochako after the accident, but that was just a natural reaction to seeing her so hurt the way he did.
"That's great," Izuku said, his tone not matching his words.
"Is something wrong?" Ochako asked, her smile dropping.
"No. Yes. Maybe. I've just been … feeling weird lately," Izuku said, pushing down his nerves for what was to come.
"How so?" Ochako asked.
Izuku debated with himself on how he was going to go about this. This moment was the 'make-or-break' moment of their friendship. If Izuku didn't do this just right, it would never be the same. He took a deep breath, steadied his nerves, and spoke.
"Can I kiss you?" Izuku asked, cringing at the word 'kiss'.
"What?!" Ochako asked, jumping slightly.
"I've been confused about the way I feel about you, but I think the only way to find out is to just … get it over with," Izuku asked, trying not to blush at his question.
Ochako was blushing so brightly that she looked like she could just explode. She was trying so hard not to close all five of her fingers, but was failing. She closed her fist as she fiddled with her hair, accidentally activating her own Quirk on herself. Izuku just chuckled at her and grabbed her hand, stopping her from floating away. He could easily get Ochako if she had floated into the air, but decided not to cause a scene.
Izuku pulled Ochako back to the ground, at which point she released her Quirk, her gravity returning. He was taller than her, but not by a whole lot. It was only a couple of inches, but she still had to look up at him, which made Izuku chuckle lightly. She was still blushing, but not quite as much as before. Izuku knew that it was the time, so he looked around to see that nobody was watching them and looked back at Ochako.
"So … can I kiss you now?" he asked, smiling sheepishly.
"Yes," Ochako said, her voice small.
Izuku laughed softly at her nervousness and swallowed his own nerves. Seeing Ochako's nervously shut eyes, Izuku leaned down and pressed his lips against Ochako's, who reciprocated once the two actually came into contact. Ochako's lips tasted like raspberry, probably due to her lip balm that Izuku had seen her apply sometimes. It was a pleasant taste, but he wasn't really feeling anything. There weren't any sparks, or fireworks, or anything like it was made out to be like by his mother and the movies that they had watched together.
He felt Ochako's stiff posture slowly relax as the kiss went on. Izuku was glad she was enjoying herself, but he knew all he needed to know. Ochako began to kiss back, and Izuku pulled away, hearing a little whine from her as he did.
"Wow," Ochako laughed.
"Uh, yeah," Izuku said, chuckling nervously.
It was clear that Ochako had enjoyed that far more than Izuku had. He was sure now that he didn't really feel anything romantic for Ochako, but he was scared, now, that he may have brought something out of Ochako that maybe even she hadn't known was there.
"That was … really great, Izuku. Did you … figure out what you wanted to?" Ochako asked, looking at Izuku expectantly.
Izuku felt like he was being mean to Ochako for getting to this point only to say that he didn't like her. He bit his lip, trying to figure out how to say this without hurting Ochako's feelings.
"Um, yeah. I did. Ochako, you're great. You're my best friend. I'll always love and care about you; I hope you know that. I just … I don't love you the way I thought. The way you may have hoped. I'm asexual. I was wrong," Izuku said, stepping away from Ochako.
"Wrong …" Ochako echoed, a strange look in her eye.
"I'm not saying that you're wrong. I'm saying that I was wrong. This isn't because of anything you did, Ochako. You're a strong, smart, beautiful girl who is gonna find love. I just … can't give you the love that I know you deserve," Izuku said, trying not to let his panic at Ochako's disappointment seep through.
Ochako looked conflicted. On one hand, she did look upset when she had heard the word 'wrong', but on the other hand, she had lightened up when Izuku had said that she wasn't at fault. Nobody was really at fault, he just didn't feel anything for her. That was perfectly fine, though a bit disappointing.
Izuku stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Ochako as soon as he saw the heartbroken expression on her face. She leaned into the hug, tightly wrapping her arms around Izuku's body. She was trembling, clearly trying to stop herself from openly displaying just how she felt, but Izuku knew. He knew how she felt. He had felt something similar ten years ago when he hadn't manifested a Quirk. When he had been disowned by Bakugo. When he had been deemed as nothing.
That was the look on Ochako's face just before he had wrapped her in an embrace.
Pulling away from Izuku's hug, Ochako wiped her tears away and smiled, though Izuku knew that it wasn't genuine. He smiled, trying to get Ochako to cheer up. She takes a deep breath, and smiles shakily.
The two grabbed their things and left, beginning their walk back to Ochako's apartment. A few minutes in, Ochako turned to him and asked the question he had been expecting.
"How'd you know that you're asexual?" she asked, trying to stay upbeat.
"Uh, Hagakure helped me, actually. She actually admitted to liking me, but I realized at that moment that I had never really thought about anybody like that. I just … didn't want that kind of relationship. That got me thinking about how I felt about you, which was confusing. We're past that, now, though," Izuku explained.
"Yeah. I'm happy for you, Izuku. I really am," Ochako said, but Izuku could tell that she was holding something back.
"But …?" Izuku asked, eyebrows raised.
"Do you understand how I feel? To get so close to something that I never thought was going to happen, and then have it taken away. That's … it hurts. You know?" Ochako asked.
"I get it. I'm sorry, but I can't really give you what you want, or what you'd need if we were to get into a relationship like that. I just … can't," Izuku said, looking toward the ground.
"Hey, don't be sorry. It's just who you are. You can't apologize for that. That would be like … like treating someone with a Mutant Quirk differently from an Emitter. We love Tsu, right? None of our opinions are based on her human or non-human features," Ochako said.
"Right. I'm just … shaken up. I've got a lot on my mind, I guess," Izuku said, rubbing his temple lightly.
"Like what?" Ochako asked.
"Uh …" Izuku contemplated talking about his battle with All for One. He decided to let it all out, barring some of the more exact details. The way he planned it out, he could warn her of the coming threat of All for One as well.
"There's this legend. All for One. He was said to be able to steal peoples' Quirks and use them as his own. All Quirks for One person. His power let him take over Japan's underworld, gaining a cult following dedicated to his cause. All for One was a massive bad guy. I had a dream last night that he attacked me, threatening to steal my Quirk and kill some people I love. He was … almost real in how he attacked me. I could swear that I felt the pain after the dream ended. It was all … scary," Izuku said, failing to find a better word than 'scary'.
"I bet. Quirks are really personal things. Taking it would be like taking someone's sense of self. Or a limb," Ochako said, grimacing at the idea.
"Yeah. That's the idea behind Quirk Development. When you use a muscle, or a part of your body, it strengthens. When you overuse it, the muscles tear, regrowing stronger than before. The same thing applies to Quirks. When you overuse a Quirk, it runs out of stamina, and when you're able to use it again, it'll be stronger, and you'll be able to use it for longer. That's also the concept behind the 'Plus Ultra' motto of UA," Izuku explained.
"Huh. Do you think All for One is real?" Ochako asked.
Izuku wanted to say no. He really did. He wanted to tell Ochako that she didn't need to worry about a dead urban legend.
"Yes, I do. I think that he's real. I also think that he could be alive," Izuku said, not meeting Ochako's eyes.
"What? How?" Ochako asked again.
"There's a Quirk for everything, almost. In our world, there's been such inter-breeding with Quirks that almost everyone now has a specific niche that they fit into, so there's bound to be a Quirk that prolongs life, or slows aging. He may have stolen one of these Quirks," Izuku said.
"I guess that makes sense. Quirk Breeding was pretty common just a few generations ago," Ochako said, reminding Izuku of something that had happened at the Festival.
Todoroki had approached him and shared his background with Izuku. He had told him about his father's abuse, and his mother's episode, and his loneliness growing up, and Izuku hadn't known how to respond then, but he did now. After talking to Ochako about how Quirks are fundamental pieces of the human experience, he knew what to say to Todoroki.
"Hey!" a woman across the street yelled.
Izuku looked over, seeing that a young woman, probably not much older than him, was on the ground, crying. A man, much older looking, was running away with a backpack, seemingly wrestled from the woman. Izuku and Ochako looked at each other, and knew what to do.
The two ran over to the woman and reached her in a moment, their training really paying off. Izuku leaned down and got the woman's attention, seeing that she had an injured arm, making Izuku bare his teeth slightly.
"Are you okay?" Izuku asked.
"I'm fine. My arm hurts, but I can walk, I think," the woman said, getting to her feet with the help of Izuku's strong pull on her good arm.
"Do you want to take care of the thief?" Ochako asked, keeping an eye on him while he ran down the unobstructed sidewalk.
"Are you okay taking care of her until the police arrive?" Izuku asked back, gesturing to the woman.
"Yeah. Go," Ochako said, smiling brightly.
"Thanks," Izuku said, returning the smile.
Izuku took off, not hearing the woman say that he was cute, and ask if he was Ochako's boyfriend, to which Ochako promptly reddened. He ran along the street, deciding on whether or not to use One for All to catch up to the thief.
It was just then that he realized that Danger Sense hadn't been going off. The way that Shinomori had described Danger Sense was so incredibly sensitive that he didn't know if he could handle it. That hadn't happened yet. In fact, the usual warmth that One for All had passively given off inside him, the feeling of having people with him at all times, was different. It wasn't gone, but it was smaller. Less warm.
Izuku tried to fire up One for All, but was stopped by an apparition of Yoichi, the first user. He kept running, not wanting to be seen stopping and talking to a ghost. Yoichi floated along with him, a stern look on his face.
"What's wrong with OFA?" Izuku whispered.
"The vestiges have come to a decision based upon your use of One for All throughout your possession of it," Yoichi said.
"And what's that?" Izuku asked, running his fastest to catch up with the thief.
"We've locked One for All's powers to you until you figure out how to use it the way that is natural," Yoichi said.
"How do I do that?!" Izuku asked, almost tripping over his own feet in shock.
"You need to figure that out on your own. For now, this is where we leave you. Shimura says 'goodbye'," Yoichi said, before fading into nothingness.
Izuku almost tripped over himself again at the news. He couldn't use One for All, it was true. Danger Sense had never come into the equation, and now it was gone. Blackwhip wasn't responding to him, even in his anger at the situation. Float wasn't working, even though Nana would have let him use it even in the worst circumstances.
He ran after the thief at regular speed, but with his training he was still far faster, even without the use of One for All. This also helped him use a loophole regarding vigilantism. The official description of vigilantism was 'the use of a Quirk to act as a Hero without the proper certifications'. That meant that, without using a Quirk, a person could act as a Hero in it technically wasn't vigilantism. That worked for Izuku, so he kept running after the thief at top speed.
Catching up to the thief in a few moments, Izuku leapt and grabbed onto the man's neck, pushing him down with his weight. The two fell to the floor, Izuku putting a knee on the man's back and keeping his arms pinned to the ground with his own. After a few moments, the thief stopped thrashing, and quietly submitted.
"Man, this isn't fair!" the thief groaned.
Izuku didn't respond, pressing harder into the thief's back. He heard footsteps behind him, and looked back to see another man with his phone out talking to the police. Izuku felt like this could've been done so much more efficiently and with less pain if he had only had access to Blackwhip, but that was something to think about another time.
"Izuku! Heroes are on their way!" Ochako yelled from a few metres back.
He would just have to hold this guy down for a few more minutes, if the Heroes that had been called were fast. Izuku felt the thief push against his knee, so he just pushed down harder, hearing the thief wince as he relented for good. Izuku hated causing pain like this, but it was necessary. He had committed a crime, so he needed to face consequences.
"Why'd you steal that woman's backpack?" Izuk asked.
"I needed it, man! I was hoping there was some money in it, so that I could get some food for my little brother. We're broke. We needed it!" the thief said, making Izuku pause.
This man may have been lying. Izuku knew that Villains were prone to lie to get lighter sentences, and this could've been no different. He stayed strong, not letting the thief get to him.
"Please! I don't get too many opportunities for work because I'm Quirkless, and he's just a kid, so neither of us work! We've gotta fend for ourselves!" the thief cried, making Izuku choke on his breath.
This man was Quirkless? It could've been true, since Izuku hadn't seen him use a Quirk in his getaway, but it was so unlikely that it made it almost impossible. The Quirklessness rate in Japan was under one percent, so to run into another person like him was improbable to say the least. Izuku didn't want to believe it, because that meant that he had to send a person who he knew was probably pushed to this extreme, and not actually malicious.
For a very brief moment, Izuku hesitated. The thief saw this and broke one of his arms free, pressing it to Izuku's chest the second that Izuku was distracted. Izuku suddenly felt his muscles lock up, not being able to move. The thief crawled out from under Izuku, smiling the whole time. Izuku fell to the ground, awkwardly positioned the same way, kneeling, that he had been over the thief, staring at the ground..
"Oh, you're a sucker," the thief said, his voice dark.
"You're a liar!" Izuku hissed.
"You're gullible," the thief laughed.
"Hey!" Ochako yelled, and Izuku heard the tap of her shoes as she started running.
"If he touches you, you'll freeze up!" Izuku shouted, before Ochako got too close.
"Right!" Ochako shouted back, not wasting a second.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Izuku could see Ochako get in close to the man, her speed being her greatest asset in this situation. Ochako swiped at the man, slapping his hand, which had come up to block. All five of her Grav Pads connected, ending the fight as soon as it had begun.
Ochako's Grav Pads glowed pink, and the thief lifted off the ground slightly. He flailed his arms, grunting in confusion. Ochako looked to be fiddling with her fingers, a puzzled look on her face. Izuku realized that she was trying to remember which of her Grav Pads did what.
"Middle finger and thumb together increases gravity!" Izuku hissed, getting her attention.
"Right!" Ochako said, pressing the two fingers together.
The respective Grav Pads on her fingers glowed, and the thief, who had been slowly floating up, started falling faster than was natural, slamming into the ground harshly. He must have been knocked out by the impact, because his Quirk wore off, making Izuku fall to the ground in a heap before taking control of his muscles once again.
Izuku stood up and looked at the thief, still unconscious. He looked at Ochako, who was staring at the thief with wide eyes. He walked over to her and lightly tapped her on the shoulder, getting her attention.
"Are you alright?" Izuku asked.
"Yeah, I just … that's the first Villain I've ever beaten. I just beat a real Villain. For real," OChako said, not taking her eyes away from the downed thief.
Izuku realized that it was true. Ochako hadn't been at the USJ, thankfully, but that had meant that she hadn't experienced fighting Villains for her life the way that the rest of the class had. It was something that had forced them to progress and train even harder than before, but she had never gotten that opportunity.
"I know. It can be scary. You need to breathe, though. Ochako, breathe," Izuku said, making her look into his eyes.
After a moment, Ochako blinked, snapping herself out of the brief trance she had worked herself up into. The two looked into each others' eyes, Ochako grounding herself with Izuku's green irises. Once Ochako's breathing had settled back down to a reasonable pace, Izuku stepped back, content that she wasn't going to work herself back up again.
"Oh, Izuku. You're bleeding," Ochako said, frowning as her gaze dropped to his leg.
Izuku looked down and saw that his knee was all scraped up, blood leaking from the abrasion. He didn't feel it before, due to the adrenaline from the small fight, but he could feel the throbbing and sharp pains that travelled up and down his leg as the wound dripped with blood.
"I'm fine," Izuku said, keeping perfectly still so as to not put any more weight on the leg. He was sure that if he did, his leg would give out.
"Oh, okay. Let's step aside so those Heroes can get to the guy, then," Ochako said, walking away from the thief with a knowing look in her eye.
Izuku stayed still, not daring to move on his bad leg. Heroes walked past him, and one tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention. It was Death Arms, a popular Hero in the area. Izuku would've fanboyed harder than he had when he met Present Mic, but he was in such throbbing, stabbing pain that he couldn't exactly do that without causing himself more pain.
"Hey, kids. Are you okay? The people here told me that you caught that thief," Death Arms said, addressing both Izuku and Ochako.
"That's right," Ochako said.
"That's technically illegal, you know. Vigilantism and all that," Death Arms said, and Ochako's eyes widened at the realization.
"Oh, we're sorry. It's just that we saw that we were able to help, and we-" Ochako rambled on, apologizing.
Izuku knew that he could say that they didn't use Quirks, negating the ability to charge them with vigilantism. Ochako had clearly used hers, but even then, Izuku could play that off as the thief using his, saying it had the ability to alter density in some way, and that he had just made a mistake. He knew it was wrong to lie, but he also knew that they had helped that woman, and they had been Heroes, so it was unfair to punish them, even if it was technically against the law. Going with his gut, Izuku spoke.
"Actually, Death Arms, we didn't use any Quirks. Vigilantism is null and void here, because we didn't use our Quirks to fight him. We just did it the old fashioned way, with our hands," Izuku said, feeling his chest tighten at the lie.
"A witness said he saw this girl use her Quirk to make him float, then slam him into the ground," Death Arms said, eyeing Izuku suspiciously.
"The thief's Quirk affects density. He used it on me, making me too dense to move. He must have freaked out when my friend went to take him down, activating it on himself in a panic and knocking himself out. He's clearly untrained with his powers," Izuku said, chuckling softly.
Death Arms looked Izuku in the eye, towering over the boy. Izuku could swear that he was trying to intimidate the kids, but he held strong, keeping his eyes locked on Death Arms'. He saw something in Death Arms' eyes click, and the Hero smiled knowingly.
"You're Izuku Midoriya, right?" Death Arms asked.
"Uh, yeah. You saw the Sports Festival?" Izuku asked, smiling shyly.
"Yep. I did security at the gate. I gotta say, that Quirk of yours is mighty powerful. I hope you don't mind me asking you to come work with me when I can. Both of you," Death Arms said, giving Ochako a friendly smile. "You are …?" he asked.
"Ochako Uraraka, sir," she replied.
"Right. Say, do either of you want an autograph?" Death Arms said, patting Izuku on the back.
"NO, I DON'T!" Izuku groaned, voice cracking and gritting his teeth as his leg flared up in pain at the added force. The truth was that he did want an autograph, it was just unbearably painful to stand at the moment, so he had to take care of that first.
Death Arms pulled his hand back so fast that it was a blur to Izuku. That, and the tears welling up in his eyes made everything just a bit blurry. Ochako's eyes widened as she rushed to his side to keep him up. Izuku let Ochako hold him up, taking the weight off his leg that he had been using to stand.
Ochako helped Izuku to the healer the Heroes had brought with them, and he sat down at last, relieving his leg. The healer got to work on him without a word, having spotted his leg from where they were by their small station when healing the woman they had helped.
"Thank you for your help," the woman said, arm in a sling as the skin on her arm glowed slightly.
Izuku looked over to look at her, and saw that she was smiling brightly despite her injury. She had received medical attention, and was still healing if Izuku was going off the glow to her arm, but she was still grateful, which Izuku was glad to see. He relaxed, his curiosity at her condition eased.
"I was just doing what I knew was right," Izuku said, smiling softly.
"Well, thank you for being brave enough to act on that instinct. How old are you, kid?" the woman asked.
"I'm fifteen. I know I'm a little young, but I really want to be a Hero," Izuku said, bashfully looking away at her shocked expression.
"Oh, hey! You're that kid that had to drop out of the Sports Festival at UA, right?" the woman asked, lighting up at the recognition.
"That's me. Izuku Midoriya. What's your name?" Izuku asked.
"Kansha Taki," she said, smiling brightly.
"I'm glad you're okay, Miss Taki," Izuku said.
Izuku felt something on his knee change, and looked down to see it completely healed. There was no glow or anything, and he felt more tired all of a sudden, knowing that the energy drain had come from the healing. Most healing Quirks drew on either the user's or the recipient's energy reserves, but it had never been this much to Izuku.
He felt like he was weighed down by All Might himself. He knew what that felt like, having lifted him once during his training to receive One for All. It was that same feeling of crushing weight coming down on him from every angle that made him want to pass out, but he kept going, standing up off the seat that he had been sitting in.
Maybe he hadn't recovered as much as he thought he had from All for One's invasion the day before. It was strange. He felt the same overwhelming tiredness that he had just after beating All for One, but this was different. It was like he had run out of stamina faster. His own natural movements and exertions drained more of his energy, and it was difficult to think straight, now.
Suddenly, Izuku felt better. It was like he had been half-asleep and now he was awake. He was fully aware, able to move just fine. It was strange, and he decided that this was something to talk with All Might about, since it was similar to his experience with All for One.
"Hello, young man. Can I talk to you for a second?" a police officer asked.
"Of … course," Izuku said, still confused about his episode.
"Can you tell me exactly what you witnessed here?" the officer asked.
"Yes. I was walking down the street with my friend, Uraraka, and we heard a shout. We looked over and saw the thief running away from her, Miss Taki, and she was hurt. Uraraka and I are first years' in UA's Heroics Department, so we took action. I ran after the thief and Uraraka helped Miss Taki. I tackled him to the ground, without using my Quirk, but he escaped me. Uraraka then took advantage of the thief's clear lack of Quirk training, and caused him to glitch out, accidentally making him knock himself out with his Quirk," Izuku said.
"Alright. Do you know what his Quirk is?" the officer asked.
"I have a pretty good idea. It …" Izuku debated keeping up the lie. If this went into official records, it would be bad. "… affects motion, I think. When he touched me, I couldn't move. I was frozen in place until he was unconscious. When he accidentally took himself down, he went into the air for a second before slamming back into the ground really fast. I think it increases or decreases kinetic energy and gives and takes from the user," Izuku said, giving his actual best guess.
"That's some good analysis, kid. UA don't mess around," the officer laughed.
"No, they don't," Izuku laughed along with him.
"And your name?" the officer asked.
"Izuku Midoriya," he said.
"Thank you. Do you live around here?" the officer asked.
"Uh, yeah," Izuku said, eyes flickering in both the direction of Ochako's apartment and at UA, looming at the top of the hill visible from all of Musutafu.
"Alright, you can go. Your girlfriend's waiting for you," the officer said, a small smirk on his face.
Izuku choked on his breath, hands tensing up as he walked away. He was really starting to hate that. He found Ochako already ready to go, waiting for him. The two began to walk toward Ochako's apartment, talking about how crazy fighting Villains was. Izuku was glad Ochako had gotten that experience as well, because he knew that they'd be facing some of the most ruthless Villains of all time in All for One sooner than he'd ever hoped, and he'd need all the help he could get
End of Arc 4: Sports, and Other Festivities
Author's Note: So, I've been getting so many positive reviews that I feel compelled to thank you all. This fic is special to me, as it's the longest and, in my opinion, best thing I've ever written. It gives me so much joy to know that everyone is enjoying it. For those of you who have noted the pace of my upload schedule, I am uploading this fairly fast. It's been a little over three weeks and this fic is already longer than most novels. That's because everything I've posted has been pre-written and posted to my AO3 account over the course of months. I have two more arcs already written, and more to come. I have everything currently written up on my AO3 account, which I've been posting since September of last year. It feels weird to think that I've already been sharing this story for 9 months. It really feels like my baby when I consider that I've had this growing for that long, ha. I'm glad that I now get to share that with everyone here, and that you love A Point of Singularity as much as I do.
Related to the pacing of my uploads, I'm going to be slowing down now. All of this has been pre-written, but I don't write at a pace that allows for daily uploads for much longer. There would be about two more weeks of that, then I'd have to go on hiatus, as I have on AO3. So, I'm changing my upload schedule to once every three days.
Now that that's out of the way, this does end the current arc. Let me know what you think so far and tune in next time for the next step Izuku takes into the world of heroics and Quirks: internships.