Ladies and Gentlemen, we are at chapter 50! This is a major milestone, and I wish to thank all of you who've read my stuff up to this point. It's amazing to consider that.

Okay, onto other issues. So, you early readers didn't quite send me…any ideas on who you think the OC was I was talking about in the last chapter. Hopefully, with this up for the rest of my readers, they'll give me something. As promised, the person I used was Teka Todoroki, the fan-made mother of Enji. Like, if you have Acker's art, you know and damn did the man behind her creation cook with her, and the lore. Lucky for me, I only used parts of her quirk's design and not her personality or family dynamics. Izuku has enough reasons to need therapy; he doesn't need more.

Also, there won't be an update next week as I need to finish planning for my commission, especially as another one could be on the way from a different client.

Chapter 50: The Other Sparks

The bustling streets of Kumamoto were alive with activity as Monoma and his mentor for his internship, Ms. Joke, strolled through the streets. They had strayed from the more, for a lack of a better word, modern business districts for a more mercantile area with smaller stores and vendors. These same vendors shouted deals while pedestrians either turned to window shop, walked over to converse and haggled for prices, or weaved through the chaos.

Elders were given the right of way as they lazily moved through; most retirees perhaps went shopping for some nice trinket for their homes, and people with time off work or maybe who worked the night shift made up the bulk.

Young families kept their attention on their young children, who seemed to be enthralled by everything they saw around them. They pointed at any colourful or interesting thing they saw and tried to get their parents to take them there, or if they were old enough, physically drag their amused if exhausted parents towards them.

Monoma didn't really care for all of it. This wasn't to say that he was annoyed or disinterested in such human experiences, but it was his second day at his internship, and he was starting to wonder if perhaps he had made the wrong choice.

"Pardon me, Ms. Joke," Monoma started, his sharp blue eyes tracking the woman as she jovially walked ahead. "But is there a point to all this? It's not been especially enlightening to watch you fail at comedy."

Ms. Joke, a pro that styled themselves around comedy and making people laugh, hadn't given him a reward-winning performance since he first arrived. Her material seemed dry and repetitive, out of the last 10 people they directly interacted with, just 2 laughed, and one he was sure was more to get them to leave them alone.

The heroine turned her head and grinned, unfazed. "It's not failing if I enjoy it." She quipped back, slowing down so she could elbow his side. "Besides, this isn't about my comedy; this is about you learning how to deal with people. I contacted your teachers, and they said you can get incredibly intense and uncomfortable being around them."

She wasn't lying. She had been surprised when a student actually accepted her offer. It was rare for students to accept offers from pros who taught at other schools, though there were no rules against it. She wanted to be prepared, so she contacted that tired grump, Eraser, who put her in contact with Vlad, as Monoma was his student.

"I deal with people just fine." Monoma sniffed. "With precision and tactical wit."

"Uh-huh, you could have fooled me…and everyone else." Ms. Joke deadpanned before waving at a pair of office workers walking past. "Good morning, ladies! What's brown and sticky?"

One of them, the older two, going by their greying brown hair, blinked. "Uh…what?"

"A stick!" she declared with a triumphant grin. The workers gave her a blank look before the older one shook her head and walked off. Her companion, however, chuckled at how random the encounter was and how terrible Ms. Joke was.

"That was probably one of the worst jokes I've ever heard." She admitted, an amused glint in her eyes before she turned to follow her superior into the crowd.

Monoma raised an eyebrow. "She was right, that was awful. Why did you even bother?"

Ms. Joke shrugged, the woman still smiling despite her comedy's poor reception. "Not everyone will find you funny, and that's fine. But did you see what happened? The second lady, that small chuckle? Well, that's all you need."

Monoma frowned. "And what does that prove?"

Ms. Joke's smile grew slightly larger, and the woman was wearing her heart on her sleeve. "That a smile and a cool head can do a lot of things, from just giving someone even just another bright spot in their day to confusing people."

Before he could retort, a grumpy-looking man walked past them. His scowl set deep as he looked at them both and realized they were heroes. Only those sorts would dress in such obnoxious styles and colours.

"Oh, great. Some heroes? Shouldn't you be posing for some commercial or beating up villains?" the man rudely asked, which caused Monoma's face to twitch in annoyance. He was about to respond when his mentor beat him to it.

Ms. Joke beamed at him. "Well, not today, thank you, citizen!"

The man faltered, and he wasn't the only one; Monoma was just as confused. "What?"

"I appreciate your feedback," she continued brightly. "If I get a commercial deal, I'll be sure to give you a shout-out, citizen! Anything else I can do for you? Maybe a joke? Oh! Or a magic trick?" She patted her pockets on her baggy pants. "I don't have any props, but I can disappear your bad mood!"

His scowl only grew larger, but he backed off, muttering. Monoma watched him go and then turned back to his mentor. "You wanted to deck him, didn't you?" he asked, unimpressed.

"Oh, absolutely." Monoma was again caught off guard by her cheerful retort. "But he'll never know that."

Monoma shook his head as Ms. Joke winked at him. "Eccentric folk like us don't need to change to be better heroes, kid. We just gotta roll with the punches. People don't need to see heroes all grumpy or stressed and getting into arguments with people."

Monoma recalled that they were in the middle of a crowd, and no doubt people had been watching them. Yet, Ms. Joke handled that with more skill than he would have. She could see him realizing that as she grinned at him. "Remember, kid, what makes you different can easily be a strength. In your case, we'll gonna try and see if we can't weaponize that sarcastic passive-aggressive insanity."

The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air as Tetsutetsu and Kirishima stood straight as flag poles before Fourth Kind, the large four-armed pro seated at his desk with a stern face that didn't give them much confidence about what they had prepared for him.

The manman slammed the cup on his desk, nearly spilling its contents across it. "I asked you two knuckleheads to make a cup of tea, and you, Real Steel, bring me a lukewarm drink? Did I ask for chilled juice?" His gruff voice hit them like bats to the face.

"n-No, sir!" Tetsutetsu bowed low, but he wasn't the only one that screwed up as the pro turned to his redhead counterpart.

"Don't think you got off easy, Red Riot. This is as bitter as cranberries. Did you even remember to look at the recipe?" Fourth Kind asked, making the hardening quirk user flinch. He did follow the recipe—at least, he thought he did—so he didn't consult it every step of the brewing process.

"Sorry, sir! He, too, bowed low as Fourth Kind slammed his other fist into the table, shaking the wooden piece of furniture.

"I don't need your apologies. I need results! It's clear that you two think hero work is all about punching villains; it is not! It's about making people feel safe, and that starts the second they walk through those doors!" Both remained bowed at the waist.

"So, tell me," Fourth Kind wasn't shouting anymore, but both knew he was still angry with their poor performance. "How would you feel if you came to a hero to report a crime, to ask for help, or just to get some guidance from a trusted public servant? You think you're in good hands only to see a couple of knuckleheads wanting to fight serving you tear you wouldn't serve your worst enemy?"

When described like that, it somehow made them feel worse. "It…it wouldn't be nice?"

"I would feel more comfortable…?" Kirishima added, to which the man nodded.

"Good, you two have some brains in your skulls." He told them before he told them to stand straight so he could look them in the eye. "Hospitality is the first line of defense. You greet 'em with a warm smile, give them distance if they need it, or be close if they need an anchor; you'll learn how to spot the tells as you study to be heroes, but for now, you'll be damn sure to show 'em respect, take them somewhere to rest and serve them something to relax."

"Like tea?" Kirishima asked, the man nodding again.

"Like tea. Some might ask for water or juice, but you need to be able to prepare any of those and make sure your presentation matches your station." He told them that, truthfully, most people didn't ask for tea, but those who did often had high expectations for it, so they best learn the harder stuff now so that they don't rely on the easy ones. That was how he was taught.

"Good, now, get back into the kitchen and make you two cups of tea worth the effort!" Fourth Kind yelled as he punched both of them in the head; their quirks activated before impact, so his custom brass knuckles didn't meet flesh but rock and steel with a crack and clang.

"Yes, Fourth Kind!" Tetsutetsu yelled back, eager to correct his mistake.

"Jeez, it's really satisfying to hit your quirks." Fourth Kind hugged, turning so they didn't see how much pain his hands had from striking them. Seriously, he had hit walls that were softer than them.

"Yes, sir!" Kirishima replied.

"Thank you, sir! I swear, you'll make you tea that'll knock your socks off. Let's go, Real Riot!" Tetsutetsu called as the two turned and rushed out of the office down the halls to the kitchen to get started on that.

Salty air filled Asui's lungs as she stood aboard Selkie's Oki Mariner. The steady roll of the ocean beneath her feet was a constant reminder that she was far from land, though with a quirk like hers, it wasn't nearly as disconcerting as it would be for others.

Her mentor, the Sea Rescue Hero: Selkie, loomed beside her. His tall, muscular frame barely shifted with the ship's movement while his small crew of 4 bustled around them, completing the morning drills he had assigned.

"Alright, gang!" Selkie barked, his deep voice carrying over the winds and choppy waters. "Warm-ups are done! Now, let's get to the real work."

Asui wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, her frog-like tongue flicking out instinctively. The physical exercises had been grueling, but they had just been similar to things she would have done at school. What came next was something equally if not more demanding, learning the fundamental tasks of seamanship.

Selkie motioned for her to follow him across the deck. "You're training to be a hero, Froppy, but you need to think like a sailor out here, too. It doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't handle yourself when the mistress that is the sea is anything less than docile and agreeable."

"Yes, sir," she replied, watching as he pointed to a heavy coil of rope.

"We'll start simple," he said. "Learn your knots, secure the mooring lines, and make you understand how to keep this ship running even in rough conditions." At his order, Asui knelt beside the rope, her large fingers working methodically to tie the knots Selkie had earlier demonstrated.

"Good. Normally, I need to show newbies this at least three times." Selkie nodded as he watched her work.

"(Kero) I've learned to pick up things quickly." Asui, the eldest sibling, was often the one called upon for helping around the house. As her sibling's primary caregiver when her parents couldn't, it was essential for her to pick up useful skills quickly to get more done or help show her siblings how to do it.

As she worked, she realized that the task wasn't difficult on the surface, but the hard part came from how precise and repetitive she had to be. She crocked as she experienced how exhausting it seemed.

"A useful trait for a hero, and just life in general, Froppy." Selkie complimented as he examined the work she's done thus far, and while there were some mistakes, it was better than he would expect from a newbie. In the fraction of the time it would take others, it seemed that Froppy, a real member of the crew, could help around without supervision of a crew member.

"Remember, we're going through all the steps and tasks now under clear skies and calm seas because that's the best time for beginners to get the fundamentals down. At night? In a storm? You'll find that these simple tasks can prove as difficult as fighting Gang Orca with one hand tied behind your back." Selkie told her.

Asui turned away from her work to him; her face, like always, made it hard to get a read on her, but Selkie was sure that she was taking this as seriously as she had since she arrived the prior morning. "Because we'll be expected to work in those conditions?"

"Exactly," Selkie said as his first mate, Sirius, walked on by, whispering some details to the pro, who nodded as the heroine continued her work. "We assist the Coast Guard. That means customs enforcement, chasing smugglers leaving or entering the country, or as you must have suspected when you accepted my offer, rescuing people lost at sea."

He called a webbed hand on her shoulder. "And when that call comes, you don't get to pick the conditions or the time. All you can do is take the training you receive now, trust in your fellow sailors, and fight like hell to uphold the law of the land and the principles that we Heroes embody."

"I understand," Asui took a deep breath, straightening her posture. The waves rocked the ship, but she tried to keep her balance as this was easy mode, not a storm cloud in the sky with gentle waves. It was purposely that they were out now with the morning sun still high in the sky, as while she wasn't acting like it, she was still just a hero student, and they all knew it. She was learning to be a protector and someone who could relied on to save lives even at sea. "I'll train hard now(Kero), so when we're needed, I can handle things like this to make it easier for you to all handle your jobs."

Selkie grinned. "That's the spirit, Asui! Now, let's see how you handle steering. Mick will be helping you with that, so pay close attention." The pro turned and walked towards the helm, Asui following him.

Others were also going through their internships, having picked pros in different parts of the country to study under different heroes. Tokage had picked an offer from the Magic Hero: Majestic. However, she indeed found that her experience wasn't as fun as what Midoriya or Asui were going through as the man decided her time was better spent learning the ropes of paperwork. It wasn't flashy or fun, but as he explained, plenty of up-and-comers, whether they decided to go solo or join an agency as a sidekick, till find themselves doing it, so they better learn how to do it right.

Uraraka, who had spent her first day going on patrol with Gunhead, was now in his dojo going through basic kata as he explained how they should keep focused on getting the best out of it. However, she found it off how such a dangerous-looking guy could sound so cute. Tsunotori was having fun with her time under Eel Boy, who wasn't a bad fit for her, especially as their quirks are similar.

Kendo found herself acting as Uwabani's entourage, along with Yaoyorozu from class A, though her class A counterpart seemed to be determined to either find some deeper meaning in why they were following the pro-heroine as she did photo shoots and radio interviews or she was just in denial. Kendo just hoped that the others were having a better time than she was.

The day continued as morning turned to afternoon and even to early evening. It wasn't quite there yet as the afternoon sun cast long shadows over the nearly empty U.A. campus, its golden rays painting the quiet school grounds in warm hues. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, leaves whispering against the silence as most of the school's students had long since gone home or, in the case of the hero course, were all away on internships for the rest of the week.

The few students remaining on campus were few and far between. Some were speaking with teachers, others attending detention for any number of infractions, support students like one Hatsume who wouldn't leave the support studio until Power Loader physically kicked her out, and others perhaps taking advantage of the school's gym, like one particular sleep-deprived general studies student.

But none of them was known to All Might, who was out of his hero form as he greeted his old friend, Tsukauchi, who had asked to speak with him. It could have been earlier, as the symbol of peace didn't have classes to worry about for the remainder of the week, but the detective did have work, so this was the earliest that they could speak.

When he arrived, he led him to the faculty lounge and poured him some tea. The hero took his seat with a groan, as it seemed like every passing day reminded him that he wasn't the same young buck he once was.

"Sorry to intrude so suddenly, All Might," Tsukauchi stated as he accepted the offered drink.

All Might laughed it off. "Nonsense, Tsukauchi. It's always a pleasure to speak with a friend, and between you and me, I needed this as principal Nezu has been tutoring me on the finer points of teaching, and it's been hell." He exaggerated his shivering at the memory, getting a laugh from the detective.

"Well, he is someone that takes the job quite seriously." Tsukauchi conceded as Nezu was nothing if not dedicated to education.

"Yes, well, it's not been all bad. We've also been working on drawing up lesson plans for the second semester and the upcoming final semester exams." All Might added, leaning into the chair and taking a moment to relax.

"Well, if you bring even half the zeal you do for hero work to your teaching, you'll surely win teacher of the year." Tsukauchi joked, as at times, All Might's drive to be a hero was both inspiring and frustrating. The man would skip meals and sleep if he could, a fact Tsukauchi and others had learned the hard way.

All Might chuckled at the assertion. Truthfully, he had been thinking about continuing to teach even after he eventually retired, as it would give him something to do. "I'm afraid that not even I can do that. Midnight's won in the last 3 years in a row; she's no doubt going to win it again this year."

Frankly, he was sure it wasn't just her appeal with boys that kept her at the top; whenever he asked, she would always dance around the topic. Others seemed to be as in the dark as he was about it.

Tsukauchi smiled at the comment, but it faded as he sighed. "I would love to chat more about that, but I didn't request to speak with you just for the fun of it."

All Might sat him as well, as there was only one thing, he could think of that would get the detective to react like this. "What did you find out?"

"You recall that Nomu creature from the USJ, correct?" All Might recalled that young Midoriya had been nearly killed by it only to crawl out of the grave and steam the beast alive. Either way, he nodded so the detective could continue. "We had nothing in the registry that matched its quirks or appearance, so we had to conduct tests with its DNA."

"DNA?" All Might understood the science behind it, but in a world where quirks were almost as unique as fingerprints, it was rarely used when evidence allowed it. The villain seemed to have a powerful regeneration quirk, and those were incredibly rare, so surely there was something on the record.

'It would seem not.' All Might thought.

"Keep in mind that we at the police are no longer requesting your help with this case. I just thought you of all people would like to know, so let's keep this off the books for now." Tsukauchi told him, which spoke to the severity of this. Friend or not, he was someone who took his duty as a policeman seriously and wouldn't break it on a whim. What we found thus far could lead us right to the mastermind behind the League."

"After recovering the Nomu, it was sent to an undisclosed specialized facility for testing and confinement. So far, as it was when it was captured, the creature has made no moves." He explained as he had read the report about the thing and had been quite unnerved by what they said.

"To escape?" Tsukauchi shook his head.

"To do anything. It either won't or can't take; it doesn't eat, drink, or sleep. No matter what we do, there's not been a single reaction. To keep the thing alive, while it's confined, it's fed via tubes and is cared for as if it was a brain-dead patient."

All Might looked at him incredulously, but Tsukauchi couldn't blame him. He might not have seen it in action. Still, he had interviewed several of the students, and Vlad, all had seen the beast in action and knew that it wasn't physically crippled or weakened.

Having gone through his own records of those interviews, the best hypothesis he had was that the beast was incapable of independent thought that wasn't related to an order. Orders that could only come from its handlers or creator as it didn't seem to respond to anything else said to it.

"They confirmed that it's unable to think for itself; however, its DNA revealed that wasn't always the case." He slid a photo over for All Might to see. The number one hero picked it up and studied the man in it, and he was sure that they would have made the connection. The man in the image was average. Maybe he seemed in better shape than most, but still, he was a far cry from the muscular, scarred, beaked beast that had been created to kill him.

"Its DNA confirmed that the Nomu used to be a thug with a record of assault and extortion. He was last seen at a bar 7 months ago. Witnesses and associates all testified that he decided to head home early. Still, his landlord, who was waiting to speak to him that night about his late rent, said he never saw him." Tsukauchi explained as All Might put the image down.

"So, he never got home? How does this help us find the mastermind? Criminals skip town all the time." All Might asked.

Tsukauchi told him, "It wasn't like it was rare for criminals to vanish to escape the law or retribution from other villains. "Typically, yes, but when we investigated his apartment, nothing was missing. He didn't take anything with him. Who would skip town with nothing but the clothes on their back? We even checked his financial records. His accounts haven't been touched since that night. The last payment was for his drink at the bar."

Yes, that was suspicious. Maybe he had some secret funds, but All Might had seen plenty of criminals in his time and could reasonably tell which were prepared or paranoid enough to have secret funds or resources.

Their missing criminal didn't have that look.

"So, he was kidnapped, and I bet that he didn't consent to be turned into…that." All Might frowned as he recalled that monster. The lengths people would go to for something, or worse, what they would do to others, sickened him.

"Listen, Yagi." Tsukauchi leaned closer. "That wasn't the only thing the DNA testing found. According to 6 separate exams, the Nomu had the DNA of at least 3 other people mixed in."

"Is that even possible for a human?" All Might asked, as maybe they had DNA from their handler, but well, after its battle with young Midoriya, anything it had on its person from hairs, spit, or blood would have been destroyed, burned, and boiled away before it was captured.

"As far as the scientists who conducted the tests, it not, at least…not naturally. Our Nomu seems to have had his entire body tampered with using drugs and other methods. It was modified, from what they can tell, to allow it to hold multiple quirks." Wait…multiple quirks? Yes, he saw it for himself, didn't he? First, the beast had Shock absorption and its healing capabilities, which couldn't be the same quirk.

There was only one reason. All Might could think…no, oh God no.

Tsukauchi could see that All Might was putting things together. "The drastic diminishment of his brain power to the point that he is now is believed to be caused by the strain on it that came from having more than a single quirk." "However, you can imagine that we're more focused on the fact it has multiple quirks to begin with and how it came to have them."

"Even if foreign DNA is spliced into a host, quirks would not transfer; you who holds One for All understand that better than anyone," Tsukauchi told him, making it clear what he was implying even if he wished he wasn't. That there was some other reason as both he and All Might felt dread and anger forming in their guts.

Still, even if they were leading to it, he had to finish it. "It's likely that there's only one reason why this happened: Someone with the power to give others quirks did just that with the Nomu."

"Don't tell me…! But it can't be! He's dead; I made sure of it!" All Might yelled back, jumping to his feet as he recalled the battle, that same fight that left him near crippled and in his current state. He could remember it clear as day, the monster ripping into him but also his skull shattering under the force of his fist. No one could come back from that; it wasn't like he had healed; he hadn't displayed such in that fight; not even that bastard would hold back such a trump card till the end.

"Looking at the situation as it stands, it would have been reasonable to assume such, but…well, you and I know that if there was anyone who could survive such serious injuries…it would be him," Tsukauchi replied, as when they hadn't found the body in the confusion, they had assumed his accolades had merely taken it, but…maybe he had survived. They didn't know the how, but it wasn't a possibility they could ignore.

"That's why I wanted to let you know, because you might not be involved now, but I can assure you that you will be in the future…as long as…that man is involved with this." Tsukauchi finished as All Might stood up and walked towards the window, overseeing the afternoon sun's final rays not just on U.A. but on the entire city and Japan.

It was for this peace that he had fought, that he had bled, and that he believed he had killed the world's greatest evil. A man seemingly born to do nothing but spread death, pain, and hate for his own amusement.

"Ever all this time, letting us believe that I had managed to do what my predecessors could not…He's starting to move again…?" He felt One for All grew agitated in his soul, the power form to combat and defeat its creator. But if he was still alive-!

"Young Midoriya!" He realized.

"Pardon," Tsukauchi asked as All Might turned to him, worry evident on his face.

"I wasn't the one that took down that Nomu, young Midoriya was." He reminded the man, who nodded, still confused.

"Yes, that was reported."

"But the escaped villains saw it, and that monster is involved then…" If…if he was involved, it was only a matter of time before he targetedtargeted those with powerful quirks again, as he always did. And he would bet that he would desire the quirk that could go toe to toe with his anti-All Might weapon.

Tsukauchi immediately understood his concerns as he, too, got up. "I understand. We'll need to bring this up with the principal soon. Midoriya could easily have a target on his back."

As the detective turned to make some phone calls, All Might turned his gaze back to the setting sun, his mind going to the boy who he failed to save. He would be damned if he failed to protect him now. "I stopped him once before….I'll do it again before he can ruin any more lives."

Later, Midoriya would be back in the Kamiji household. They had done nothing but train with his yet-to-be-named formed since he first managed to hold it, and they had made some progress, even if she was keeping him mainly to weights and exercising rather than combat.

"That was some great work, Midoriya. You're really picking up the ropes of that new form of yours." Kamiji praised him as she prepared their dinner. Once more, he had offered to help, but she had shooed him out, saying that his breakthrough deserved a reward and, well…he was never good at asserting himself when people were so joyous about him. Frankly, he had thought she was similar to Aunt Mitsuki, and it was only growing more apparent how accurate that was.

So, he sat in the living room, having showered and changed into a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt with the kanji for 'Table' written on it. His hair was in its night bun, with some pins to keep it in place, as he hadn't brought his hair relaxer. "I still have a lot to learn about it. I was hardly able to hold it for five minutes before my focus broke."

"Hey, don't get so down, kid!" Kamiji laughed as she glanced at the kid and, not for the first time, thought he looked like an especially sweet little sister. "You started barely holding it for 30 seconds while moving around. By the time you return to school, you'll be an entirely new person."

His slight blush made it easier to see him in that way. "Thank you for the kind words."

"Oh, you're just adorable, aren't yeh? It's gonna suck when I swap with the boss tomorrow, and I get Mr. Grumpy again. He will probably be worse after spending the entire day with his father." She sighed as it was so unfair, but she had learned to handle it.

"Do," Midoriya started as Koharu moved to his lap so he could pet her. "Do you know why they don't like each other?" That had been something on Midoriya's mind for a while now, but he could not figure it out. Pros were notoriously protective of their private lives, for good reasons, and Endeavour was no exception. He didn't even know the man had kids till he met Shoto.

"That's an understatement, but nope, sorry, kid. I haven't got a clue. The old man's never brought up his personal life in the office. All most of us knew was that he had a few kids, and one was a teacher, that's it." That last part was mainly because one of the sidekicks had aa cousin whoin Fuyumi's class who brought up that she had the same last name as her uncle's boss.

Naturally, she and the rest never made anything of it as if Ms. Fuyumi Todoroki didn't want to advertise she was the boss's not-so-little princess, that was her decision, and Moe was no bitch that would out people.

"Wouldn't you know more about it, being classmates with Shoto and everything?" She turned to Midoriya again, finding that he and his snake companion had been eyeing her hair again, which she also had done into aa fiery bun. She let out an amused huff as those two…

Knocked out of his trance, Midoriya shook his head. "Well, no, we're not classmates. I'm in class B, and he's in class A. The first time we interacted was at the Sports Festival, and well…"

She nodded as she continued to turn their stir fry, one of the things she was making for their dinner. "Yeah, I get you. Not a lot of people would be chatty after getting their asses kicked." She casually replied as Midoriya winced as he hadn't wanted it to be so one-sided, but at the time…he could admit that he was just frustrated with Shoto, and it showed.

Seeing that, Moe took a moment from cooking, wiping her hands on a cloth as she approached and pat his head; her hand was warmer than most, and Midoriya instinctively leaned into it. "Served him right for only using his ice, what? Did he know you can eat flames?" She asked him, as she had only learned that today when Midoriya made an off comment about it when the boy shook his head, she continued. "Well, he's even less reasons to have held back."

"Well, he knew that he was getting in for. Hopefully, he gets his head out of his ass, and if not, well, I'll sure as hell light a fire under him and make 'em." She crackled as she returned to the kitchen, opening the oven to pull out the meat she had placed inside; the room hit with the savory and thick scent of the spiced meat, which had Midoriya's immediate attention.

Kamiji let out a soft, sweet laugh, which made Midoriya blush but also smile as his body gently waved in place like a flame. She knew he would like this. "Now, I hope you're in the mood for lamb, as this is gotta have a lot."

Well, that was a more straightforward chapter to write than I thought it would. I had planned to put more stuff about his friend group, but Kendo's was already set. I didn't see a need to change it like I did with my other story. In contrast, Tetsutetsu, Monoma, and Asui, all friends of Midoriya, had already got good moments to express what they were going through. In fact, there was a section for Iida again to showcase his issues with his internship now that his rage isn't so consuming. Still, the chapter was too long, so it was cut while it was half-done. It's a shame that this chapter was focused on others, as I did have ideas to showcase what Midoriya's form is like compared to his base performance. Alas, that will have to wait till later.

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