At Heights Alliance, Ochako Uraraka was chatting casually with Tsuyu, her face relaxed and warm as they enjoyed a calm moment together. But a familiar voice called her name, interrupting her thoughts.
"Ochako." Turning, she saw Midoriya approaching, his gaze intent, a flicker of mischief in his eyes as he neared her. She felt her pulse quicken as he moved to sit beside her, closer than usual.
"Uh, D-Dekiru, d-do you need some-EEK?!" Her voice caught as his hand settled lightly on her thigh."Huh?! What are--Eep!!"
Ochako's words were lost as Midoriya's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers grazing her panties.
Her eyes flashed, and she clamped her mouth shut, stifling a moan. Midoriya's touch electrified her senses.
"Dekiru!" Uraraka's voice was barely audible.
Midoriya's gaze held hers, his eyes ablaze with desire. His fingers teased her sensitive flesh.
"D-Dekiru, s-stop, people are gonna..." Ochako stammered, glancing around nervously. But to her surprise, everyone else had mysteriously vanished, leaving just her and Dekiru alone. The realization made her gulp, her heart racing as his gaze lingered on her.
Midoriya leaned in, his lips brushing against Ochako's in a sudden, bold move.
For an instant, she was frozen, eyes wide with surprise. Then, her resistance melted away, and she surrendered to the kiss.
His hand on her thigh sent shivers coursing through her body. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers continued their gentle ascent.
Ochako's eyes fluttered closed, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations. Midoriya's touch ignited a fire within her.
As his hand reached its destination, Ochako's lips parted, releasing a tiny squeak. "Eep!"
The lips separated, leaving a trail of saliva connecting the two. The boy, previously wearing a shirt, now stood shirtless, his ripped muscles on full display. She unconsciously ran her fingers over his chest.
"N-N Dekiru, we can't," Ochako stuttered, blushing profusely. As she pushed against his warm chest in protest.
The boy ignored her plea, beginning to plant kisses on her neck as he pinned her down. All Ochako could do was stare up at the boy, who was smirking.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Izuku said softly, unbuttoning his pants. Ochako's heart thundered in her chest, each beat quicker than the last. She barely understood what was happening-but stopping it was the last thing on her mind.
The next thing she knew, a banging sound filled the room, getting louder and more insistent.
"Ochako," Izuku murmured, now pinning her against a door.
"Wake up!" he suddenly yelled.
Ochako jolted awake, her heart racing as she realized the banging wasn't part of her dream. It was Mina Ashido knocking on her door.
"Girl, you wanted me to wake you up, remember? You said you wanted to get a head start on the training regiment Midoriya set up," Mina called out, a pout evident in her voice.
"I-I'll be r-right there!" Ochako stammered, face flushed as she buried her head in her pillow and let out a muffled scream, kicking her bed in frustration.
"I have to get these feelings under control! Focus, Ochako! You can't get distracted by..."
Her mind wandered, unbidden, to the memory of Izuku, shirt off, after cleaning the beach, muscles defined and glistening.
"N-No. I-I'm better than this. I can control my hormones! I'm a girl with self-control!" she muttered fiercely, clenching a fist, her cheeks still burning.
"Be better than Mineta," Ochako whispered determinedly, though her dream replayed in her mind, and her cheeks grew redder as she rubbed her thighs the growing heat in her legs growing warmer. "Damn it."
With a deep breath, she locked her door, sitting down with an exasperated sigh as she lay on her bed closing her eyes fingers slipping beneath her shorts.
"Sorry, Dekiru," she whispered to herself, guilt mixing with the frustration of battling her own feelings.
...
Bakugou Katsuki sat alone in the classroom of Class 1-A, his arms crossed and his face twisted into a scowl as he replayed the events of the past few days. Izuku Midoriya's punch to his face lingered in his mind, fueling his frustration.
"Damn you, Deku," Bakugou muttered, his voice low but seething with anger.
From his desk at the front of the room, Aizawa Shota watched him with sharp, calculating eyes. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk, the sound breaking the tense silence. His expression was unreadable, but the weight of his gaze was enough to pierce through Bakugou's defiance.
"Katsuki Bakugou," Aizawa finally said, his tone cold and clipped. "You came in second in the entrance exam to Izuku Midoriya."
Bakugou's fists clenched, his blood boiling at the reminder. He gritted his teeth, fighting to keep from snapping back, but the tension in his body was obvious. Aizawa leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes narrowing.
"I assumed the two of you had some kind of competitive rivalry,an unhealthy one but a rivalry." Aizawa continued, his voice sharp and deliberate. "You've been in the same schools since childhood—elementary, middle, and now U.A. But after observing your interactions and digging into your history, I've come to a different conclusion."
Bakugou didn't respond, but his glare intensified.
"But when Midoriya's lashed out as something as so minor as you calling Ashido 'Raccoon eyes' it was so unlike him especially the look in his eyes, build up anger and resentment that I have only in seen villains and victims as my life as a pro hero." Aizawa said glaring at Bakugou."So I came to a conclusion that you two don't have a rivalry. No I should have seen the signs."
Bakugou's expression hardened further, his jaw tightening.
"I let my curiosity get the better of me," Aizawa said, his voice dropping an octave, "so I investigated. I looked into your backgrounds. I discovered that Midoriya was quirkless for most of his life. I also noted your reaction during the Quirk Apprehension Test—you didn't know that Midoriya had developed a quirk recently, did you? Or rather, you didn't want to believe it."
Bakugou growled under his breath. "Damn nerd..."
"Let's not dance around the issue," Aizawa cut him off, his tone laced with contempt. "The truth is painfully clear. This isn't some rivalry. You're furious that the 'quirkless loser' you tormented for years finally has the power to fight back. You're bitter because the person you deemed worthless is proving you wrong—and your fragile pride can't handle it."
Bakugou shot to his feet, his chair screeching against the floor. "What's your point, huh? You gonna expel me?"
Aizawa rose slowly, his movements deliberate and heavy with authority. His dark eyes bore into Bakugou, the weight of his stare making the classroom feel smaller.
"If I had concrete proof of everything I suspect," Aizawa said coldly, his voice sharp and unyielding, "you'd already be gone."
Bakugou's heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, the mask of anger slipped, replaced by unease.
"You have power, and you have talent," Aizawa continued, his tone biting and firm, "but you lack what truly makes a hero. Something that neither power nor talent will ever compensate for."
Bakugou's face twisted into rage, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Aizawa stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "You don't have the heart of a hero, Bakugou. You don't understand what it means to be a protector, to put others before yourself. And until you figure that out, the only thing separating you from being a villain is a uniform and a piece of paper saying you're on the right side."
Bakugou's lips curled into a snarl, but he didn't speak. His mind raced, searching for a retort, but none came.
"You will be monitored," Aizawa said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Every move, every word, every decision you make will be under scrutiny. If you give me even the smallest excuse to expel you, I won't hesitate."
Bakugou's eyes burned with defiance, but his mouth stayed shut.
"Get out of my sight," Aizawa snapped, his voice like the crack of a whip.
Bakugou hesitated for a moment before storming out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him.
Aizawa let out a long sigh, leaning back against his desk as the tension drained from the room. He rubbed his temples, his thoughts racing.
The kid's a walking powder keg, he thought grimly. His superiority and inferiority complexes run his life. He's spent years being praised for his quirk, treated like he was untouchable, and now that he's facing real challenges—challenges he can't easily crush—his whole world is falling apart.
He crossed his arms, staring at the door Bakugou had just slammed. 'But this isn't new. Bakugou's not the first arrogant, self-centered bully to walk through these halls, and he won't be the last. UA's job is to turn kids like him into heroes, even when it feels impossible. It's not about giving up on him—it's about showing him reality.'
Aizawa exhaled deeply, his eyes narrowing. Still, he's going to be a problem child. His pride has taken one hit after another, especially when it comes to Midoriya—the person he deemed worthless now standing at the top of the class must be tough pill to swallow.'
His gaze shifted to the empty classroom. And then there's Midoriya. Judging by his reaction he's probably holding a lot of resentment that he himself doesn't realize. It's best to keep those two as far as away from one another as humanly possible.'
...
Bakugou soon left the room, grumbling under his breath about everything being "Deku's fault." Aizawa watched him go, his usual frown deepening as he processed the recent interactions. After a few moments, he decided to step out of the classroom, still mulling over what he'd learned.
He hadn't gone far when he heard a brisk set of footsteps approaching from down the hallway.
"Eraserhead, correct?" a voice asked, crisp and polite.
Aizawa turned toward the voice to see a man standing a few steps away. The newcomer was dressed in a neatly pressed, dark suit with a burgundy tie, giving off an air of quiet professionalism. He held himself with a certain ease, a slight smile on his face that felt more practiced than genuine.
"Yes. Who are you?" Aizawa asked, his tone neutral but wary.
The man extended a business card, which Aizawa accepted without taking his eyes off him. Glancing down, he read the name Takumi Sato alongside the logo of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
"Takumi Sato," the man confirmed, noticing Aizawa's glance. "I work with the Hero Public Safety Commission-specifically, in the Education Department. My colleagues and I are responsible for overseeing the progress of aspiring young heroes, guiding them onto the right paths to secure their futures."
He smiled pleasantly, though there was a calculating glint in his eyes. "We take particular interest in high-profile institutions like U.A."
"To what do I owe this meeting, Mr. Sato?" Aizawa asked.
Sato's smile didn't falter as he tucked his hands into his pockets. "It's come to our attention that you've recently been conducting... let's say, inquiries into two of your students-Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent, letting Sato continue.
"We're aware that you've been asking about their past, including incidents prior to their enrollment here. I'm here as a courtesy, Eraserhead, to remind you of U.A.'s purpose as a high school. It's not a police station, nor does it operate as a judicial body." His smile was polite, but there was a hard edge beneath it. Aizawa narrowed his eyes.
"This investigation falls outside your jurisdiction and authority. We at the HPSC would prefer that you stay focused on your duties as an educator rather than taking on roles that... don't suit you."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" His voice was measured, but his gaze was intense.
"Yes." Sato's tone remained smooth and pleasant, but it held a hint of steel. "While we understand that you want what's best for your students, delving into their personal histories doesn't fall under your responsibilities. It's up to us at the HPSC to evaluate students' potential as future heroes, including whatever issues they might have had in their pasts. We assess, we advise, and we guide them based on what will serve the future of hero society best."
"Why are you exactly here? Did just come and tell me to mind my business?" Aizawa asked, his gaze unflinching.
Sato's smile softened, though his eyes held an unmistakable intensity. "I'm suggesting that U.A. tread carefully, especially when it concerns students with Bakugou's potential. He has shown remarkable promise, and our assessments indicate that he has the makings of a top pro hero." He paused, letting his words sink in.
"A formal inquiry or any decisive action taken against him, particularly without evidence, could jeopardize that potential. And we're not interested in derailing promising careers over... unresolved tensions."
Aizawa glared."So you know he tormented my student and failed to inform us?"
"A formal inquiry or any decisive action taken against him, particularly without evidence, could jeopardize that potential. And we're not interested in derailing promising careers over... unresolved tensions."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with quiet fury. "So, you're aware that Bakugou tormented Midoriya and chose not to inform us?"
Sato gave a small, dismissive shake of his head, his expression polite but firm. "Tormented? Let's not be so quick to label it, Eraserhead. What you're referring to sounds like the typical friction one might expect between competitive young men. Midoriya and Bakugou have a history-one that's not unusual between rivals striving to outdo each other. And let's not label things from baseless accusations."
Sato's smile softened, but it held no warmth. "I'm simply here to remind you, Eraserhead, that U.A. and the HPSC are partners in shaping the next generation of heroes. If any behavioral issues exist, we'll manage them. You're welcome to oversee their academic and physical progress, but any... unofficial investigations need to end immediately."
Aizawa held Sato's gaze for a long moment, letting the weight of the unspoken implications settle between them. Finally, he gave a small, tight nod.
"I appreciate the reminder," Aizawa replied dryly.
"Good," Sato replied, straightening his tie. "Our department would hate to see valuable resources diverted over... misunderstandings."
With a final nod, Sato turned and walked away, leaving Aizawa standing in the hallway, his jaw tight and his thoughts racing.
...
MORNING IS HERE! MORNING IS HERE! MORNING IS HERE!"
"Morning is here! Morning is here! Morning is here!"
"Uuggh..." Izuku groaned, reaching out to smack his alarm clock, only for his hand to meet... a nose? Groggily, he opened an eye, only to see All Might, in his fully buffed form, crouched beside his seat with a wide grin. "Were you... pretending to be my alarm clock?"
All Might chuckled, clearly amused. "Indeed, young Midoriya! I thought a bit of extra enthusiasm would be fitting for this morning. And I figured you'd appreciate waking up in time to see I-Island from the sky before we land."
Izuku immediately perked up, turning to press his face against the window. Outside, the breathtaking expanse of I-Island loomed over the ocean, a massive, glimmering structure floating like an entire city on water. "Wow! It's even bigger than I imagined!"
"A sight to behold, isn't it?" All Might said with a smile, his voice warm with pride. "This island is filled with cutting-edge technology, dedicated to advancing quirk studies and hero support. Labs, exhibits, even attractions for every type of quirk imaginable-this place is a glimpse of the future! I'll admit, even for a seasoned hero, it's impressive. This the place you will be training for the next 3 days for the U.A. sports festival."
"I still can't believe U.A. actually approved this," Izuku said, his awe evident as he continued to gaze out the window.
"The school and I both felt you deserved a real break after everything you've gone through." All Might's tone softened, a touch of guilt creeping into his voice. "After all, it was our responsibility to keep you safe, and we failed you in many ways. Think of this as a thank you for saving everyone, and you get to train at the best facilities."
Hearing that, Izuku quickly turned to face his teacher, trying to reassure him. "N-No, All Might, it's not like it was U.A.'s fault that I-"
All Might raised a hand, stopping him. "Young Midoriya, we let villains invade our school. We allowed them into the very heart of what should have been a safe haven for you all. And I-" he paused, his tone filled with regret, "-I wasn't there when it mattered most. I ran out of time, and I wasn't able to protect you, or Class 1-A, or Class 1-B. You risked yourself to save your friends, and, in the end, you were forced to take that hit meant for Yaoyorozu. You were poisoned, and all of that... all of it... falls on us, your teachers. Not you."
Izuku felt his throat tighten as he listened, unable to deny the painful truth in All Might's words.
"We can't make mistakes like that, Midoriya," All Might continued, his gaze unwavering. "You, though-you're here to learn, to stumble, to grow. That's what being a student is all about. But we're supposed to be the professionals, the mentors you can rely on. This entire trip, this opportunity, is about giving you the chance to experience some normalcy, a chance to relax. So while you're here, enjoy yourself. Take a break. And don't forget to make the most of the incredible training facilities they have here; some of them even outshine U.A.'s. Let loose, kid. You've earned it."
Izuku managed a small smile, nodding. He returned his gaze to the window, but All Might's eyes remained on him, his expression growing serious. "Oh, and by the way," he began, with a subtle shift in his tone, "I heard you... might have punched young Bakugou recently."
Izuku flinched, his shoulders stiffening. "Y-Yeah... I may have... done that."
All Might's expression softened, his voice calm and steady. "Keeping emotions bottled up, young Midoriya, can be dangerous, especially for someone like you who cares so deeply. Anger... it's not something you can just contain forever. It builds, festers, and once it's out... well, it's never quite the same. It's something that must be managed, not ignored."
"I-I know... I just... lost my cool, I don't know what came over me," Izuku admitted, his tone heavy with regret. "I've already apologized in writing; it won't happen again."
All Might sighed, nodding slowly. "You've been carrying so much, young Midoriya. After the battle with Kevin Levin, I had my suspicions that your past was weighing on you, especially since you've spent so much of your life quirkless. I didn't press you, out of respect... but I also didn't want to overlook what you've endured. That kind of pain... it doesn't just go away on its own."
Izuku fidgeted uncomfortably, looking away. "I... I know. I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough few days. I wasn't thinking clearly, but it won't happen again. Let's... just forget it?"
"Midoriya," All Might said with a gentler, though firm, tone, "your fight with Kevin Levin wasn't just a normal incident. There was significant damage, and it attracted attention from both the police and the public. That kind of battle-no matter the circumstances-doesn't simply disappear."
Izuku swallowed, his hands tightening in his lap.
"We looked into Kevin's background, you know," All Might continued. "You were focused on training, so we didn't mention it at the time, but what we uncovered was... troubling. Kevin's so-called 'troublemaker' reputation was built on years of mistreatment by adults who should have supported him. Your teachers, those who ignored his struggles or even penalized him, have faced consequences. Some were dismissed, others suspended. Such negligence isn't acceptable."
Izuku felt himself tense, instinctively curling in on himself. "I'm... I'm fine, All Might. It's not like I'm quirkless anymore, so it doesn't really matter." He tried to shake off the tension building in his chest. "I'm not the same quirkless Deku I was-I've changed."
All Might studied him intently. "And what exactly do you mean by that, young Midoriya?"
Izuku hesitated. "Well... now that I have a quirk, I can... help people. I'm not the same Deku who was powerless to make a difference."
All Might nodded, his voice soft but tinged with a knowing irony. "True, you're not exactly the same quirkless kid you were a year ago." he gave Izuku a steady look.
...
"Izuku shifted in his seat, looking out the window to avoid meeting All Might's steady gaze. "You know what I mean, I have a quirk now... and the Omnitrix. So... whatever happened when I was quirkless, it doesn't matter anymore."
All Might tilted his head, a look of deep sympathy crossing his face. "You may not want to hear this, young Midoriya, but that quirkless boy you were-that's still you. Every hardship, every insult and failure, every moment he endured is still a part of who you are. Getting a quirk, even having the power of the Omnitrix, won't erase him."
Izuku's face twisted into a scowl, his hair hanging down like curtains, shadowing his eyes. He didn't want to think about that time. All the pain and helplessness. All the things he couldn't do.
All Might took a deep breath, pressing on gently but firmly. "You may hate how he makes you feel, or the reminder of how others made you feel-especially Bakugou-but those emotions, that version of yourself, he's still there, like it or not. He's part of you in every way. Maybe there's even a part of you that holds resentment. Dare I say... a part that still hates Bakugou?"
Izuku's head snapped up, panic flashing across his face. "I-I don't hate Kacchan!" he said quickly, his voice tight. "Why would you even think that?"
All Might sighed. "Young Midoriya, you were quirkless. And Bakugou... well, it doesn't take a keen eye to see he's been, let's say, 'less than supportive' of you. I saw how you handled yourself with young Levin, and from what I witnessed in your recent, ah, 'moment' with Bakugou, it's not hard to deduce he was... antagonistic, perhaps even a bully."
Izuku gulped, his throat suddenly dry. "K-Kacchan didn't-"
"Your old classmates weren't exactly subtle either," All Might interrupted, his voice gentle but unyielding. "We may be your teachers now, Midoriya, but we're not blind. Maybe we don't have proof, and maybe U.A. can't investigate another school's past... but we can see the impact it's had on you."
Izuku shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing with shame as he looked down. Every memory of his quirkless past felt like a weight pressing him down, something he wished he could just shove away and never think about again.
...
All Might's expression softened as he looked at Izuku, studying his face with a careful, almost fatherly concern. "I know you, young Midoriya. You're not someone who lashes out without reason, much less someone petty enough to throw a punch over a nickname. But... something tells me that your reason for hitting Bakugou isn't as simple as you're trying to make it out to be."
Izuku winced, a prick of guilt surfacing as he remembered that punch. He'd acted on instinct, driven by emotions he didn't fully understand.
Izuku fidgeted, his eyes darting away. "I... I just didn't like the way he was talking to her." He sounded uncertain, even to himself, and he knew that wasn't the full story.
All Might nodded, but he kept his gaze on Izuku. "Perhaps. Maybe part of it really was to defend Ashido. But anger isn't that simple. You and I both know Bakugou's been calling you that name for years. Every insult, every dismissive look-it all builds up. You've kept all those feelings locked away, trying to be the bigger person... but when you heard him tearing down Ashido, those bottled-up emotions finally reached their limit."
Izuku flinched, feeling exposed, as though All Might could see right through him.
"Anger, young Midoriya," All Might continued, his voice steady, "it's a powerful force. It can cloud your judgment, push you to act in ways that go against who you really are. Bottling it up, pretending it doesn't exist... that only works for so long. When you finally let it out, there's no putting the lid back on."
Izuku's shoulders slumped, and he looked down, a deep shame settling over him. "I... I know. But I can handle it. I've had to practice controlling Rath a lot, so... it won't happen again." His voice grew softer, as though he were trying to convince himself as much as All Might.
...
"Midoriya," All Might said, his tone firmer, "you can keep trying to push that quirkless boy from your past further and further away, keep trying to convince yourself that he's worthless, but ignoring him won't make him disappear. You're walking a dangerous path, my boy. That boy-the one you were so quick to leave behind-deserves your acknowledgment. He was braver than you give him credit for. He fought to survive in a world that said he was nothing without power. If you keep running from him, pretending he never existed, it's going to end badly."
Izuku turned back to the window, staring blankly at the clouds drifting by. He wanted to deny it, to insist that his past was behind him, that the power he'd gained now had nothing to do with who he used to be. But deep down, he knew All Might was right.
...
"All Might's eyes softened as he looked over at Izuku. "Oh, young Midoriya. Young Iida informed us of your mall trip."
Izuku tensed, the words sending a ripple of unease through him. He turned to face All Might slowly. "Y-Yeah," he replied, forcing himself to meet All Might's gaze. "Did something happen?"
All Might sighed heavily. "As much as I want to step in, we don't have enough concrete evidence. And, as young Kirishima pointed out, Ishida-if that's his name-had others with him." Izuku nodded grimly, remembering the incident all too well.
"We tried," All Might continued, a hint of frustration in his tone. "But they countered with claims that Uraraka, Kirishima, Iida, and Ojiro had threatened them. They conveniently left you out... likely because they still believe you're quirkless."
Izuku clenched his jaw. "They don't think I'm worth mentioning," he muttered, anger flashing across his face as All Might's fist clenched in solidarity.
"I'd like nothing more than to smash some sense into them myself," All Might growled, barely holding back his frustration. "To see someone using their power to bully others... it's despicable."
Izuku's eyes widened at that. "People? So he's done this to others?"
All Might nodded solemnly. "Principal Nezu uncovered that you're not the first person he's intimidated. From what we've gathered, he and his friends seem to target anyone they think they can scare into silence. And he's not shy about using his quirk to reinforce that fear." All Might's voice grew low and serious. "Though you could easily overpower him, young Midoriya, it's his mindset that makes him dangerous. He's more strategic than most realize."
Izuku looked down, his fists trembling. The idea that others had suffered, just as he had, stirred a rage he fought to contain.
All Might's expression softened as he placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "I didn't tell you sooner because... well, you might have tried to excuse his behavior or even discourage us from investigating. But the negligence of those teachers had to be addressed."
Izuku swallowed, feeling both grateful and burdened by the revelation. He knew All Might was trying to protect him, but the weight of what he'd learned pressed on him like a lead blanket.
All Might let out a weary sigh, but his gaze remained sharp. "I'm only telling you now so you can stay vigilant. Ishida seems to have a hero's license, but it's clear he's eager to do you harm. I'm not telling you not to defend yourself. In fact, I'd insist that you do if necessary. But avoid confrontation if you can. Walk away, even run if it comes to that. Engaging in a fight with him could create problems-especially for you."
Izuku took in a breath, thinking through the implications. "I don't think he'll make a move yet. Not until after the Sports Festival, at least. I have a feeling he wants to watch me fail publicly before he tries anything."
All Might's face broke into a grin. "Well then," he chuckled, his voice booming with confidence, "he's going to be in for a major disappointment."
"The plane will begin its descent to I-Island."
Midoriya nodded, looking out the window as the clouds parted to reveal the sprawling island below.
"Now things are about to get a bit intense because, once we arrive..." Toshinori's body began to smoke and swell as he shifted with a puff into his All Might persona, shrugging off his coat to reveal his silver-age costume. "...I'll have to stay in my muscle form the whole time! Now, you should change into your hero costume. It should be in the luggage you brought. And if you brought your special hoodie-hopefully, you remembered-it might come in handy."
Izuku nodded, pulling out his costume. As he held up his hoodie, a faint hint of Tsuyu's scent lingered on it. He had to admit, it was oddly comforting, like a reminder she was there in spirit.
After a quick change, they exited the plane, only to find a swarm of press waiting nearby. All Might expertly evaded them, ushering Midoriya through a concealed exit to avoid the crowds. Finally, they stepped into I-Island, and Midoriya's eyes widened at the bustling crowds and towering structures.
"This... This is I-Island. I can't believe I'm actually here!" he said, taking in the sights in awe.
All Might chuckled. "Yes, Young Midoriya. This man-made island was built so that scientists and investors could push the boundaries of technology and quirks without risking harm to the outside world."
All Might soon spotted a man by a car holding up a sign with Midoriya's name on it. Noticing Midoriya's curious look, he explained, "I thought it best to use your name instead of mine. If we had my name up, we'd be surrounded by fans before we even reached the car."
As they approached the car, All Might raised an eyebrow. "Marshall? I thought Ranjit would be here."
Marshall gave a warm smile. "He had some business to take care of with his wife, so I'm filling in today."
All Might chuckled, nodding in understanding. "I see! Well, this is Young Midoriya," he said, introducing his protege.
"Hello," Midoriya greeted, shaking Marshall's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I'm Marshall, and I'll be driving you to your location," Marshall said with a friendly smile, which Midoriya returned, feeling the excitement build as they began their journey into the heart of I-Island.
...
A few minutes later
Midoriya and All Might were dropped off by Marshall, who waved goodbye as he pulled away. Just before the car disappeared, Marshall's phone rang, and he answered with a cheerful, "Hey, Lilypad."
As Midoriya and All Might turned toward the building, two people stepped out to meet them. The first was a brown-haired man whom Midoriya instantly recognized as David Shield. But it was the figure walking beside him that made Midoriya's heart skip a beat-a stunning blonde girl with glasses. She brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her face, and her smile, framed by the gentle curve of her glasses, left Midoriya speechless. She had a quiet, intelligent beauty that caught him completely off guard.
"Uncle Might!" the girl called out, dashing forward. All Might chuckled and caught her in a big hug, spinning her around with ease.
"Melissa! It's so good to see you. You've grown into such a beautiful young woman," All Might said, setting her back on her feet with a warm smile.
David approached All Might with open arms. "Toshi, it's been too long, my friend. How have you been?" The two men shared a firm hug before stepping back, and David turned his attention to Midoriya. "And you must be Izuku Midoriya! All Might speaks very highly of you."
The girl beside him giggled, her laugh soft and genuine. "He couldn't stop gushing about you."
All Might scratched the back of his neck, acting almost like an embarrassed schoolboy. David chuckled and gestured toward the girl. "Izuku, this is my daughter, Melissa. And this is All Might's student, Izuku Midoriya. He'll be staying with us for the weekend. Apparently, his... uh... 'quirk' is quite interesting. He had a unique reaction to his hoodie."
Melissa extended her hand, smiling warmly. "Nice to meet you, Izuku."
"L-Likewise," Izuku stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up as he shook her hand. Internally, he was kicking himself for acting so flustered. But his smile was genuine, his admiration for her obvious.
As they shook hands, both David and Melissa's eyes were drawn to the device on Izuku's wrist.
Izuku noticed their curious stares and panicked, quickly hiding the Omnitrix behind his back. Unfortunately, his reaction only fueled their interest. Melissa tilted her head, a sparkle of fascination in her eyes as she moved closer to examine it.
"Hm, I've never seen a watch like this," she remarked, her fingers gently tugging his arm forward despite his attempts to hide it. She leaned in, her curiosity overriding any sense of personal space, as she ran her fingers along the smooth, alien surface of the Omnitrix.
Izuku swallowed nervously. "I-It's, um... just a watch. Nothing too special, really..." he mumbled, scratching his head, his nerves palpable.
Melissa's eyes narrowed in playful disbelief. "Oh, really? Because I've never seen material like this," she murmured, inspecting the metallic green and black casing with intense interest.
David, observing from a step back, hummed thoughtfully. "Curious... It appears to be permanently attached. There's no visible clasp or release mechanism." His gaze sharpened as he noted the subtle, unearthly glow of the device.
Unable to resist, Melissa's fingers drifted toward the central button on the Omnitrix. With a soft click, the dial sprang up, revealing a holographic interface that hovered above the watch. A green, translucent image of an alien figure-Heatblast-materialized above the Omnitrix, its form flickering in the air with a warm, ember-like glow.
"Whoa..." Melissa breathed, her eyes widening as she stared at the alien figure. She turned back to Izuku, grinning. "This is incredible!"
She began to turn the Omnitrix dial, each click bringing up a new alien form.
...
"Ahem!" All Might cleared his throat, grabbing their attention. Izuku's face was bright red, realizing the girl had been holding his hand for so long.
"Oh!" Melissa pulled her hand back, her own cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"We should head back inside," David said, noticing All Might's small cough. "Melissa, why don't you show Midoriya around the facility? Toshi and I need to catch up."
Izuku and Melissa exchanged nods, and she gestured for him to follow. David and All Might took a different path, and once they were out of sight, All Might coughed and reverted to his skinny form. "Thanks for the save."
[U.A. Japan]
Some of Class 1-A stumbled into the room, groaning, drenched in sweat, and barely able to catch their breath. Kirishima dropped to the ground, followed closely by Kaminari, while Sero threw himself onto the couch. Jirou entered last, an almost smug look on her face.
"Told you... so," Kyouka panted, sinking to the floor.
Aizawa, watching his exhausted students, couldn't hide the smirk behind his scarf. "What happened to all of you?"
"Midoriya's regiment is pure evil," Mineta muttered.
"That wasn't a regiment... it was hell!" Sero exclaimed.
"Wh-Why did we even agree to this?" Kaminari groaned, twitching as he lay on the floor.
Nearby, Yaoyorozu caught her breath as she took a sip of water, while Ochako practically downed her entire bottle.
"Midoriya's regimen, huh?" Aizawa mused, a glint in his eye. "Maybe I should take some notes."
Jirou immediately sprang up in defense. "Oh no, it was super easy, honestly!"
"Y-Yeah, we were just exaggerating," Uraraka added hopefully.
"You two can barely stand," Aizawa pointed out, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Good to see you're all training hard. The Sports Festival is in a few days, and you've got the next three days off to prepare. You have permission to use the facilities as much as you need," he finished, waving them off as he left.
Ochako looked around, realizing someone was missing. "Hey, where's Dekiru?"
Momo glanced around too, clutching her chest with a worried expression. "Yes, I wanted to speak with him," she murmured, replaying in her mind the moment he struck Bakugou. All Bakugou had done was call Ashido 'Raccoon Eyes.' Could that really be enough to make Midoriya react so harshly? A deep concern gripped her heart.
"Hm? Did you both forget already?" Tsuyu asked, tilting her head.
[Flashback]
""LET'S GO, YOUNG MIDORIYA!" All Might shouted, dashing forward with a suitcase in hand.
"R-Right!" Izuku replied nervously, gripping his own suitcase as he hurried to keep up.
"Come on, Young Midoriya! Keep up! I won't let you beat me again!" All Might challenged, picking up speed.
"I was Fasttrack last time!" Izuku called, sprinting beside him.
"Now lets run into the sunset!" All Might declared with dramatic enthusiasm.
Uraraka glanced out of her dorm window, catching sight of the unusual scene. She blinked, a question mark practically floating above her head as she watched in confusion.
[Flashback over.]
"Oh... right," Uraraka murmured, clutching her chest as her heart began to race. "I hope Dekiru is doing alright... I know Bakugou can be intense, but seeing Dekiru like that... that was terrifying. I-I just wish he would talk to me," she thought, frustration bubbling up. She'd tried to check on him for the past week, but he kept brushing her off with "I'm fine."
'He's probably just focused on the festival he probably doesn't want anything getting his way' Ochako thought.
No, I-I can't keep thinking about him, she scolded herself, forcing her gaze down to the floor. 'I can't keep missing him every time he's away, but... I hope he's okay
Her resolve wavered, and her fingers curled into her uniform, wishing she could just understand what he was going through.
Meanwhile, Hagakure noticed Ochako's distracted, troubled expression and felt a pang of guilt twist in her chest. 'I should've known she liked him! Toru berated herself. How could I have been so blind? All this time I've been getting close to Midoriya... I must've made her feel terrible.'
A wave of guilt washed over her, and she brought her hands to her face, resisting the urge to scream.
"Uh... you okay, Toru?" Mina asked, giving her a curious glance.
"Huh? Oh! J-Just the training, y'know!" Hagakure replied quickly, masking her inner turmoil.
'Ochako's known him longer. I-I should just give up. She probably has a better chance with him anyway... Maybe I should just keep my distance... She bit her lip,' the thought of cutting back on time with him feeling like a punch to the gut. 'But if he does choose her, I don't want to get in the way of their happiness.'
'Still... I wish someone would talk to Midori about whatever's going on with him,' Toru thought. 'Maybe Uraraka did. I've tried, but he's like a fortress when it comes to opening up.' She let out a quiet sigh, her thoughts filled with worry and a touch of hopeless longing.
"I know what'll make you feel better!" Mina said with a mischievous grin, turning toward Jirou, who was just taking a sip of water.
"Maybe the girl with the voice of an angel could cheer you up?" she teased, earning a round of curious glances in Jirou's direction. Caught off guard, Kyouka choked on her water, coughing as everyone's eyes turned to her.
"We heard you singing when you were teaching Midoriya! I had no idea you could sing like that!" Kaminari said, his eyes wide with admiration.
"Your voice was truly stunning," Momo added with a warm smile, causing Kyouka's face to turn red.
"My ears were so happy!" Toru chimed in, momentarily distracted from her worries about Midoriya.
Even Koda gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up, and the others nodded along, their faces bright with genuine admiration.
But Kyouka's blush wasn't just from her friends' praise. No, her thoughts drifted back to the moment...
[Flashback]
Jirou leaned on the counter, using her hand to support her head as her thoughts drifted to Midoriya and their time together last night. She could feel her heart skip a beat, and she shook her head, trying to push away the flustered feeling.
Kyouka sat in her room, one of her earphone jacks plugged into her phone, listening to music when she heard a knock on her door. "That must be Midoriya," she muttered, her heart giving a little jump. "I still need to talk to him about those jerks... And Bakugou but the guy doesn't seem like the type who would open up... but he also said he wanted to learn how to sing."
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and found herself face-to-face with her crush, standing there with a shy smile, looking both eager and nervous.
"H-Hey, J-Jirou! I'm here. T-Thanks for offering to teach me!" Midoriya stammered, cheeks flushing as he struggled to keep his cool. "I thought I was getting better about this! Why does she have to look so cute right now?!"
Jirou couldn't help but chuckle a little, raising an eyebrow. "Dude, I don't bite. Relax. We've been friends for a while now," she said, stepping aside so he could come in.
"Yeah, but being in a girls room," Midoriya admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "It's a little embarrassing."
Jirou rolled her eyes playfully and gestured for him to sit down. "Alright, Mr. Shy, first things first. If you want to sing, you've gotta learn to breathe right. Try taking a deep breath in from your diaphragm, like this," she demonstrated, putting her hand on her stomach as she breathed in deeply. "It helps keep your voice steady."
Midoriya tried copying her, but his nerves were obvious, his breath shaky.
"Here," Jirou said, moving closer, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. "Relax, okay? The key is to stay calm. Now let's try again-just focus on breathing and loosening up."
She guided him through a few breathing exercises, explaining how proper breath control was essential for holding notes and keeping a smooth tone. Then she moved on to basic scales, explaining how warming up was critical to not straining the voice.
"Don't worry about getting everything perfect," Jirou added, giving him a reassuring smile. "Everyone starts somewhere, and it's about building confidence. Let's take it slow and just have fun with it."
...
"So, is there anything you want to ask me?" Jirou said, trying to be casual, though her voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.
"I-I think I got the basics down," Izuku replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sure, sure," Jirou said, her words drawn out slightly. "But, you know... if there's anything you want to ask or, uh... talk about." She tried to make it sound offhand, but it was clear from her tone that she was referring to something more personal, something she hoped he might open up about.
Izuku tensed, a slight flinch running through him. Jirou noticed and immediately relaxed, letting out a sigh. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I know opening up isn't easy for everyone, especially not for me," she added, her voice softening.
"But it's not hard to figure out those guys are bullies, though," she continued, her tone light but pointed. Izuku shifted, clearly uncomfortable, but Jirou's words lingered.
"You figured out that much, huh?" Izuku said, his eyes downcast.
She nodded, her gaze steady. "Crazy to think the guy who can blow up a skyscraper got bullied, huh?"
Izuku let out a deep sigh, the weight of her words hitting him. "Yeah... it's not something I like to think about," he admitted, his voice quiet.
Jirou gave him a sympathetic look. "Fair enough," she said. "I've had my fair share of jerks in the past, too." With that, she stood up and made her way to her guitar, an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Izuku perked up at the mention of her guitar, his curiosity piqued. "Wait, really?" he asked, surprised.
"Uh-huh," Jirou responded, sitting down beside him and adjusting the instrument. "But I'm pretty sure it's obvious why."
Izuku raised an eyebrow. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to bully someone as cool and confident as Jirou.
Before he could say anything more, Jirou turned to him, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Since you're not gonna talk... how about I give a demonstration on singing?" she suggested, trying to mask her anxiety with a playful smile.
Izuku looked at her, his gaze softening. "Sure, that sounds awesome," he said, genuinely excited.
Jirou took a deep breath and started to sing, her voice filling the room, warm and inviting:
"I've been reading books of old
The legends and the myths
Achilles and his gold
Hercules and his gifts
Spider-Man's control
And Batman with his fists
And clearly, I don't see myself upon that list
But she said, where'd you wanna go?
How much do you wanna risk?"
Izuku listened intently, his eyes fixed on her, his heart pounding as her voice wrapped around him. Her words seemed to resonate with him, and he found himself getting lost in the sound of her singing.
"I'm not lookin' for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairy-tale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this..."
As Jirou continued, her eyes met Izuku's, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. Izuku got trapped by her voice he's heart skipping a beat as she seemed to get more comfortable in singing in front of him.
They were so close, their faces inches apart as she sang, her breath mingling with his. As she finished off Izuku looked on speechless barely able to come up with a response just starting at Jirou who quickly blushed in embarrassment.
"You know..." Jirou's voice faltered as she finished the song, her gaze lingering on his lips for just a second before she pulled back slightly, her heart racing. "If you ever want to talk about what happened... with Bakugou, I'm here to listen. My quirk is kinda made for that..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she couldn't help but blush.
Izuku blinked, his chest tightening at her words. "I-I know... I'm fine... I just wasn't thinking," he said quickly.
She lowered her gaze, fidgeting with her guitar. "I kinda get it... People judging and making fun of you for no reason..." she said, her voice shaky. She didn't know what to say next, but she wanted him to know he wasn't alone.
"Look, I think you're amazing," she blurted out suddenly, her voice louder than she intended. Her face was inches from his now, and Izuku's eyes widened in surprise.
Jirou's heart raced as she continued, the words spilling out before she could stop them. "You're incredible... Brave... smart... and not an asshole. You're one of the kindest dudes I know... Don't let someone like Bakugou change that about you. Don't let him make you feel like... like you don't matter or you're useless or whatever that prick says," she said, her face bright red, her hands shaking slightly. "You're an amazing person, Izuku Midoriya."
Izuku's gaze lingered on her, taking in every detail-her short, dark hair framing her face, the soft blush dusting her cheeks, and the way her earphone jacks casually looped around her fingers.
His heart was pounding so hard that he could barely think straight. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a shaky, "T-Thank..."
Kyouka could hear the erratic beat of his heart, matching the flutter in her own chest as she moved even closer, their faces inches apart. The warmth radiating from their bodies was enough to make her cheeks deepen in color.
"Thanks... That really means a lot," Izuku finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Without thinking, Kyouka leaned up just a bit, her gaze dropping to his lips as the space between them disappeared. Their breaths mingled, and for a heartbeat, it felt like they might close that last inch...
Before either of them could do anything, a loud voice came from outside the door. "That singing was amazing!" Kaminari yelled, breaking the fragile moment. The two immediately pulled away from each other, startled.
"Ow!" they heard a voice whine, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone getting hit on the head.
Kaminari yelped. "Hey!"
"Shh!" Ashido quickly hushed him, pressing a finger to her lips. "We don't want them to know we're here!"
"Eh?" Izuku and Kyouka murmured in unison, their faces still just inches apart as they heard their classmates' voices.
"I think that ship has sailed," Tsuyu remarked, her expression amused.
"Most likely," Shoji added, just as the doorknob began to turn. Reacting on instinct, Jirou shoved Midoriya backward. He hit the floor with a thud, momentarily twitching from the sudden fall, just as their classmates filed into the room.
Flashback over
Kyouka had her hands pressed against her face, cheeks flushed as she replayed her thoughts. "Ugh, why am I acting so flustered!? I've had crushes before, but not like... this!" she thought, her heart racing.
"B-But seriously, after his last girlfriend, anyone's an improvement personality-wise," she rationalized. "Though, if we're talking bodies...she had curves that even made Uraraka jealous. But her personality ruined it." Kyouka's fingers tapped against her cheek as she mulled it over. "I still need to talk to him, maybe after the sports festival-don't want anything throwing him off his game."
Before she could dwell further, Mina's excited voice broke the silence. "Hey, girls! How about a girls' night?" Mina announced, her eyes sparkling as she caught sight of her friends.
Toru's mood instantly lifted, her excitement evident as she nearly bounced. "Girls' night out?!"
Momo tilted her head, intrigued. "Girls' night...out?"
"Yes! It'll be so fun!" Mina chimed, her enthusiasm contagious.
"Ooo, sounds super fun!" Toru agreed with a bright grin.
Mina turned to the others, pointing in Tsuyu and Ochaco's direction. "Ochaco, Tsu, you girls in?"
Tsuyu glanced at Ochaco, and they shared a smile before Tsuyu gave a small nod. "Ribbit. We're in. Sounds fun."
"Perfect! Now all that's left is Jirou and Yaomomo!" Mina cheered. "Oh, and I'll ask Kendo if she wants to bring along some of the 1-B girls!"
Kyouka scratched the back of her head, feeling a bit reluctant. "Sounds like a big group..." She mumbled, half hoping she could just relax in her room.
"Would we..." Momo started shyly, catching the attention of the others. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.
"Would we be able to braid each other's hair and tell scary stories?!" she blurted out, her face lighting up.
Mina grinned, nudging her friend. "Absolutely! And movies from dusk till dawn!"
The other girls looked at each other, buzzing with excitement, especially Momo, who felt an unusual thrill at the thought. After all, she'd never had anyone she truly liked before. But now, a certain freckled boy came to mind.
Tsuyu, too, felt a warmth rise within her as she thought of her green-haired friend. "Ribbit, sounds fun," she agreed.
Ochaco forced a smile, trying to keep her cool. "I-I mean, I don't have anyone I like or anything, so... totally fine! Yep, totally fine," she murmured to herself, her heart betraying her words as it raced with nerves.
Meanwhile, Kyouka was trying to keep her thoughts in check. "This is bad," she thought, glancing around. "I'm sure Kodai has a crush on him. And if I'm right, maybe some of the others do too... If everyone starts talking about their crushes..."
Toru bit her lip, her own thoughts swirling. "If Uraraka finds out I like him, she'll probably tell me to go for it and say she's okay, but... I know she won't be." Her fists clenched. "Guess I'll have to avoid the whole crush topic. I can't just skip out; it'd be too suspicious."
"Good news!" Mina's voice pulled everyone's attention back. "Kendo said the 1-B girls are in!"
Kyouka sighed, shoulders slumping as she mentally prepared herself. 'Just my luck,' she thought with a resigned smile.
...
[Back to I-Island]
"Thanks for catching that, Dave. I'm not sure how much longer I could've held that form," All Might said, panting slightly as David poured him a glass of water and handed it over.
"Your time's shortened again. Your power is fading even faster than I'd anticipated," David noted, worry clear in his voice. All Might nodded, accepting the glass.
"Oh well," he said with a smile. "I suppose retirement's coming up sooner than I expected."
"This isn't a joke, Toshi!" David cut in, his voice sharp. "The world needs you. We can't lose the Symbol of Peace." His face showed a mix of anger and fear-he couldn't bear the thought of losing his friend, much less the symbol that kept society stable. Yet, despite his concern, Toshinori just kept smiling.
All Might let out a small cough, followed by a sigh. "It's not like I was ever going to live forever. I'm only human, after all."
David exhaled heavily, leaning against the railing beside him. "Then why did you come all the way here? You're a teacher now, and U.A. isn't exactly on break. And I know the staff wanted to apologize to Midoriya, but that doesn't explain why-"
"Because he's my successor," All Might interrupted, his tone firm. David froze, eyes widening in shock.
All Might gave a small nod. "We told the students this trip was an apology, an excuse to analyze Midoriya's hero costume, but... I'm really here to train him, using I-Island's facilities."
As if on cue, the door below opened, and Izuku stepped through in his hero costume.
All Might watched his student enter, determination in his gaze. "He's my responsibility now, and I have to do everything I can to ensure he's ready. He's going to face threats that could outclass even me at my peak."
"Toshi..." David murmured, his voice filled with understanding-and worry.
...
From below, Izuku stretched as Melissa walked up to him. "The training facilities are nearly ready, but first, we need to see what you can do to create the perfect regimen for the next three days," she explained.
Izuku nodded. "What do I need to do first?"
Across the room, rows of robots came to life, eyes glowing ominous red.
"Your Quirk says you have multiple forms..." Melissa said, unable to hide the awe in her voice. "I've never seen anything like it. Multiple abilities-it should be impossible..."
"Let's start with your speed and reaction time," Melissa continued, eyes glinting with excitement. "All Might said you're faster than he was in his prime. Don't go making me think my Uncle Might is a liar." She threw in a playful smile, and Izuku blushed.
"I-I'll try to live up to it." Rolling up his sleeve, Izuku pressed the Omnitrix button, and Melissa leaned closer as the dial popped up. He slammed it down, and a blinding green flash engulfed him. When the light faded, Izuku was gone.
"Fasttrack!" he exclaimed, crouching low in a runner's pose. "Just say when."
Speechless, Melissa pressed the timer, then pulled out a starting pistol and covered one ear. "Get ready!"
"Three."
Fasttrack took a deep breath, and blue lightning began to crackle around him, buzzing with energy. Power surged through him like a thunderstorm barely contained.'8%!'
"Two."
Fasttrack's green eyes snapped open, glinting with fierce electric energy. The air itself seemed to hum around him, vibrating with barely-contained speed. David watched, holding his breath, while All Might's smirk grew even wider.
"One!"
At the crack of the gun, Fasttrack launched forward. The room trembled from the force, and a thunderous shockwave blasted through the air as he tore across the facility, a streak of blue lightning so blindingly fast that it could barely be seen.
Melissa staggered from the sheer force of his takeoff, blinking as she tried to keep with literal blur that raced through the course.
As he raced past robots, the sheer speed shattered them before his fists even connected, their parts flying in every direction like they'd been struck by a tornado.
Each time he appeared for a fraction of a second, he was already halfway across the room, demolishing robots with a single punch that shattered them into scrap.
Another split second and he was on the other side of the course, blitzing through obstacles like a force of nature.
And then a sonic boom followed, rolling through the facility like thunder.
Melissa's jaw dropped. "H-He just created a sonic boom...," she whispered, as robot after robot was destroyed in the literal blink of an eye.
"Not even Uncle All Might was that fast...," she murmured, hardly able to believe her eyes.
Then, in a final burst of speed that rocked the facility, Fasttrack skidded to a stop, his feet digging into the ground as he left streaks of scorched floor in his wake.
The remains of shattered robots lay scattered in his path, and he gave Melissa a confident smirk, brushing dust from his shoulder.
"So," he said, voice brimming with newfound confidence, "do you still think All Might was a liar?"
Melissa's face exploded into a blush from the confidence he was currently displaying quickly made her flustered.
...
Melissa, her hair was messy, the sudden wind making it a mess, and her glasses were crooked. She put the glasses back to normal positioning, and she slightly widened seeing the speed.
'He's that fast while holding back? He's way faster than All Might now heck even in his prime. All Might was never this fast...' Melissa thought to herself. She cleared her throat.
"Guess All Might wasn't exaggerating you're incredibly fast I have never speed like that," Melissa said, Fasttrack touched the module of the Omnitrix turning back to himself as he chuckled.
"Thanks," Izuku said.
Mseeing he messed up the girl's hair and thought the girl would be mad at him as he quickly made his way to apologize.
"I'm sorry, Melissa!" Izuku said with a bow, which made the girl raise an eyebrow.
"Izuku, what are you apologizing for?" She asked with a tilt of her head.
"Y-Your hair, I-I messed it up." Izuku said, which made the girl look at her hair before laughing."Pfft! Don't worry, silly, "
"A-Are you sure?" Izuku asked
She nodded." Hmm, plus I mess up my hair all the time, so it's fine. Though you're registery says you have more forms, let's see what they can do, and I'll make the perfect training regiment for you while you're here."
The boy nodded. "Let's go!" He said enthustiaclly.
"One down, 18 to go." Izuku said as he activated the Omnitrix it popped and with a green flash Heatblast quickly began blasting through the robots.
...
From upstairs, David stared, completely gobsmacked-never in his life had he seen someone match All Might in speed like that. And if this kid had other forms, like Toshinori had described... it was mind-boggling. This boy was practically a powerhouse in human form.
"T-Toshi, where the hell did you find this kid?!" David demanded, his eyes wide. All Might chuckled softly, watching Izuku below.
"Dave," Toshinori began, his voice carrying a note of sadness, "you know as well as I do that my time as the Symbol of Peace is running out. My body's failing me-I can't keep going much longer. Soon... I'll have to retire." His words were heavy, and David clenched his fists in frustration, a reflection of his own unwillingness to accept the inevitable.
"But that boy..." All Might's voice softened, and a small, hopeful smile played at his lips. "He makes me realize something I couldn't admit before-when I'm finally gone, the world will still have someone who can stand tall. Someone who'll keep the light shining. He reminds me of what it was like to believe that nothing was impossible."
All Might's gaze never left Izuku. "When we first met, I didn't think much of him-a shy, quiet kid, trembling as he asked for help. But he showed me his courage, his intelligence, and his determination. And more than anything... his heart. He's as brave as he is kind. That's when I knew he was the one meant to succeed me. I'd never met anyone so selfless, so determined to help others at any cost to himself."
David found himself nodding slowly, processing the gravity of All Might's words. He glanced back at the machine he'd been working on-the one meant to help All Might regain his strength, if even for a little while. But the hope in Toshinori's eyes now wasn't about himself; it was all for the boy below.
"Izuku Midoriya, huh?" David murmured, his own respect for the young hero beginning to take root.
...
An hour Later:
Izuku transformed back in a flash of green light, dropping to one knee, panting, his face drenched in sweat.
"And that's all your forms?" Melissa asked, jotting down notes as she observed him.
Izuku managed a weak smile, still catching his breath. "I... think I overdid it."
"Just a tad," Melissa said, eyeing the Omnitrix, which had turned red. "That must mean it's exhausted too."
She tilted her head, offering him a hand. "Hey, Izuku, want to come to my lab? I've been working on something that's not quite finished, but I'd love to show it to you."
Izuku took her hand, pulling himself up. "Oh, uh, s-sure!"
As Melissa helped him up, they began to walk away, chatting as they went. From a distance, David watched them go. He knew All Might had faith in this boy, but he couldn't help but wonder why All Might was so certain about him. Izuku was powerful, that much was clear-but David still didn't see the full picture of what made the boy so special.
"Here we are!" Melissa announced as she flicked on the lights, illuminating her lab.
Izuku's eyes widened. "Wow! You have an entire lab all to yourself?"
Melissa beamed with pride. "Yep! It's all mine. Come here-I want to show you something." She led him to a shelf in the corner of the room, picking up a sleek, black steel box. Opening the lid, she carefully pulled out a red high-tech wristband.
Izuku's eyes sparkled with curiosity, but before he could ask, Melissa began explaining, "Your Quirk reminded me of Uncle Might's in a way. It's an enhancer, but I noticed how careful you were-holding back even in your transformed states. I'm guessing pushing yourself too hard has consequences?"
Izuku's expression shifted, surprised by her insight. "Wow, she's so analytical... kinda like Yaoyorozu." He thought.
As he glanced around, he noticed her workbench, cluttered with coffee cups, blueprints, and scribbled notes. His eyes landed on a half-assembled device-a red, gauntlet-like band with exposed circuitry, clearly still a work-in-progress.
"Whoa, what's that?" he asked, fascinated.
Melissa looked over at it and smiled. "Well, I don't have a name for it yet, but earlier, you called your Quirk 'Full Cowl,' right? So... how about 'Full Gauntlet'? This is designed to withstand and channel massive power-ideally, it should be able to handle your full strength."
Izuku's eyes went wide. "W-Wait, my full power?! Are you serious?!"
Melissa laughed. "Well, when it's complete, I hope it'll handle All Might's full power. Right now, it's more of a prototype-a work in progress. But once I finish, you can take it with you."
"I-I couldn't!" Izuku stammered, waving his hands. "That's way too much!"
Melissa just chuckled, packing the gauntlet away. She paused, looking at Izuku thoughtfully. "All Might means a lot to you, doesn't he?"
Izuku looked at her, surprised. She continued, "He arranged all this training just to help you get ready for the U.A. Sports Festival. You know... for as long as I've known Uncle Might, he's always kept people at a distance. My dad probably knows him best, but even he sometimes feels like he barely understands him."
Izuku's expression softened as he looked down. He knew about All Might's reasons-the need to keep secrets, to protect those close to him. It was something he'd always accepted without really understanding.
His mind drifted to his classmates-Jiro, Toru, and the others who had shown so much concern for him. The thought of keeping secrets from them made his heart ache, but he understood now what All Might had to carry alone.
"As they continued talking, Melissa's gaze softened as she thought about her uncle. "But whenever he talks about you, his face always lights up. I don't think I've ever seen him so happy, except maybe when he's saving someone. You really mean a lot to him, Izuku."
Izuku felt a surge of pride and warmth at that, his cheeks tinting pink. "Y-Yeah, he's my inspiration. One day, I'm going to be an even greater hero than he is and live up to his ideals!"
"Papa inspired me too," Melissa replied, her eyes bright. "He didn't have a Quirk that could help him fight villains, but that didn't stop him from being a hero in his own way. He's helped All Might, and so many others, with his inventions... I want to be just like him!" She gave Izuku a smile, one so genuine and determined that it made him feel just as inspired.
Izuku looked at her, his admiration growing. This girl wasn't just smart; she was brave and dedicated. He held out a fist. "Then, let's both reach our dreams!"
Melissa's smile grew as she bumped her fist against his, a warm spark passing between them. For a moment, her fingers lingered against his. "Deal."
Izuku glanced over at the gauntlet. "I'm curious, though. How did you come up with something like this? Do you have a Quirk that boosts your intelligence?"
"Oh, no," Melissa said, a bit surprised by the question. "I'm actually... quirkless."
Izuku froze, his eyes widening. "Quirkless...?"
Melissa nodded. "Yeah, but I don't let that hold me back. Just because I can't blow up buildings or read minds doesn't mean I can't help people." She met his gaze, her voice steady, yet there was a vulnerability there. "At first, it was hard. But then I realized I didn't need a Quirk to be a hero. I've still got a long way to go, but I'm getting there." Her lips curved into a soft smile. "Not all heroes have to wear capes, right?"
Izuku stared at her, his heart heavy with both admiration and a tinge of guilt. All his life, he'd been told that without a Quirk, he was worthless-just a mistake. But here she was, this amazing, driven girl, proving every day that being Quirkless didn't define her worth. And she did it all with such courage and grace that he couldn't help but feel... drawn to her.
"I..." he started, but the words seemed to get stuck. He wanted to tell her how incredible he thought she was.
Melissa noticed his expression and gave him a small smile."Hey, Izuku, we still have a few hours before your training schedule kicks in. Want to explore the island with me? It's a rare opportunity-only a few people get to see everything!"
Izuku's eyes lit up, a warm feeling spreading through him. "Y-Yeah, I'd really like that."
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Next chapter. Sports festival begins!!