Chapter Five: Deviation
Two Years Ago…
It was an off-day for physical training, for which Sho was exceedingly grateful. Unlike the rest of the sort-of study group that had gathered around Izuku, Sho had no real ambitions for running the streets as a Pro-Hero. He still appreciated the physical training, and had nothing but respect for their drive and passion for their goals.
Though there wasn't any morning physical training, on the other hand, mental exercises were very much the order of the day. Homework had been completed the day before, and Yuri had arranged for a mockup of the written portion of the exam.
Having just finished with that, Sho, Momo, and Tenya had convened at the Midoriya residence for the rest of the day.
"So, all of us are planning on applying for U.A.?" Sho asked.
Tenya answered first. "It was my brother's school, and he has often extolled how much he learned, both in and out of the classroom. Many of the contacts he developed for his career started there, so there is more to be found than just your education."
"Is he or your parents recommending you?"
"I have not asked."
"My mother has already offered me a spot with the recommended students," said Momo. "While I would like to try the general admissions, I think I might take her up on the offer."
"Would taking that route preclude me if I fall short of the standard?"
"The Recommendation exams are usually held the week before," Izuku said from his spot on the couch. "Gives those that didn't get selected to get in that route a chance to go through the general admissions. There's only four slots, so it's not all that uncommon."
"It is something to consider, all the same," Tenya admitted. "Since you were the one who asked, what are your intentions, Sho?"
"Support Department," Sho answered with an incredulous snort. "Where else would you find me?
"The mental ward," Izuku deadpanned.
Sho wadded up a sheet of paper and tossed it at his friend. "What are you planning on going with, Izuku?"
"Business."
"For real?" Sho sat up, raising an eyebrow at his friend. "Come on, when it comes to power, control, and versatility of a Quirk, you have us beat on the combined score. I don't think any of us failed the mockups of the written exams, and I can't imagine any of you failing the practical. Why would you hold yourself back like that?"
"I don't know. When I was little, I wanted nothing more than to be a hero. To save people with a smile."
"Has that changed?"
"Not really, but…" A melancholic smile graced Izuku's lips. "I know what I want out of life, I'm just not sure what I want to do with it beyond that. There's other things I know I could do that don't necessarily involve me being a Pro-Hero."
"You're not even trying for Heroics?"
"When did I say that?" Izuku asked, smirking at the aspiring Support student. "I'm still trying out for it, but…I guess I'm trying to position myself where I would be the most effective. Sure, I can fly around, move things around with my mind, but I was doing Hero analysis almost as soon as I knew what the word meant. It was something that came naturally, and I genuinely enjoyed it."
A motion out of the corner of Sho's eye stopped him from saying anything else. Momo momentarily caught his stare.
"Izuku is free to choose his own career path," she interjected. "And I'm sure he will put his best effort regardless of where he chooses to go."
"And I'm still keeping my options open," Izuku added, waving his hand dismissively. "Besides, we've got, what? A year? Year and a half? Point is, there's still time before the final decision point, and some flexibility after that."
"How do you figure?" Sho asked.
An enigmatic smile graced Izuku's lips. "You remember Eraserhead?"
"Can't say that I have."
"Hardly surprising. He's an Underground Hero, and hates the spotlight. Anyhow, he wound up in the General Education department at the beginning, but got into Heroics after the Sports Festival. Unless that's been changed, transfers between departments can still happen, even if it isn't exactly advertised."
"That would still put you behind if you changed your mind."
"Only initially. And I'm good for rising to the challenge."
Yuri stepped into the room with a tray laden with assorted foodstuffs and beverages.
Sho perked up. "Snacks!"
Food and drinks close at hand, the four of them drafted their initial designs in a companionable quiet, interspersed with occasional chatter and music playing softly in the background. A pleasant way to spend the afternoon, and a couple of hours later, they started trading their designs.
Sho tapped the stylus against his chin as he looked over Tenya's. "Your design's pretty good. I'm not sure if there's anything I could think to add without crimping your style. Air bags?"
"My brother makes use of them in the line of duty. Given the similarities of our Quirks, it seemed prudent to incorporate that feature into my costume's design."
The motorized knight motif was generally solid, which was probably why the dozen or so people of the Iida family who had taken to the Pro-Hero scene favored it. A design refined over several generations and iterations, optimized for the family's move sets.
Sho handed over the tablet to Izuku to get his critique. Appraising eyes took in the design.
"Hm…looks kind of bulky," he said. "How are you- ah! So that's what you're making it out of. I was thinking it was actual armor."
"While having such protections would be ideal, the loss of speed and maneuverability would prove a greater detriment in the long run. At this point in time, I don't have the necessary stamina to handle protracted engagements while carrying excessive weights."
"Knowing what works for your Quirk like that does give you a leg up on the design process. What have you got, Momo?"
The Yaoyorozu heiress turned her tablet around, and got varying degrees of blushes from the boys.
As much as Sho's appreciation of the female form had increased in recent times, not only was it his cousin – and that was a line he had no interest in crossing – his honor as a prospective Support engineer demanded he put the best effort forward.
Sho took the tablet from her hands. "You know how Midnight and a few others got reamed for indecent exposure a few years back, and the laws that got brought up involving costumes after that?"
Momo grimaced. "Yes, I remember."
"Well, I think your leotard might be a little too close to the line."
"But my Quirk needs exposed skin to be effective."
Izuku cleared his throat. "There are practical ways of pulling that off without straying into questionable legality, while still retaining striking imagery."
Spending a few minutes of back and forth, quizzing Momo on her thoughts, they gradually pulled together a concept.
What they came up with was a halter-style tank top, and a metallic, magnetic zipper in the front, and a similar apparatus on the back. The shorts were pretty basic with a half-skirt around it; nothing really needed to be fancy in that sector. A utility belt, including the slot for her encyclopedia that sat below the square of her back. Fingerless combat gloves were added, with sleeves that could be slid down for using her Quirk. Knee-high socks made from the same materials as the gloves.
Momo reviewed the design, humming thoughtfully. "Not bad, though I still want red," she said. Sho did a quick fill-in for the color. "I might add a coat, or perhaps a cloak. Something that could be discarded, or otherwise adjusted for my Quirk."
"I have a few ideas," Sho said, saving the file one more time. "But I think that covers the essentials. Remember, we still have a year or so before we can even begin to start sending these in."
"Fortune favors the prepared." Izuku interjected. "Might I make a suggestion?"
Sho waved his hands out as invitation. "By all means."
"Full disclosure: I kind of stole this idea from a show I was watching a while back." He pulled up an image of a pair of bulky-looking bangles.
"Neat. But I imagine you aren't trying to trick Momo out in jewelry."
"Right, you are. This-" Tapping the tablet, the bangles then expanded and unfolded, forming a set of bracers with barrels pointing over the hands, "-is their combat mode."
"Interesting," Momo said, hand to her chin.
"The original design was intended for typical shotgun rounds, but you can fill it with plenty of other LTL options. In a pinch, you could probably just take some small beanbag rounds made from your Quirk and put them in, alleviating ammo carry."
Momo nodded. "I would have to experiment with that. Thank you, Izuku."
"What about you?" Sho asked. "What did you come up with?"
"I am also curious," Tenya added.
Izuku blinked, almost hesitating, then pulled up his own drawings, laying them out for the others to see. Displayed was green bodysuit with black trim, dark grey gloves and boots. Some armor plates appeared to be woven into the materials as an additional layer of defense to work in tandem with his Quirk. The helmet resembled that of a fighter pilot's, complete with polarized visor and a built in rebreather. Capping off the ensemble was a silvery cape trailing from the back.
"Is that a flight suit?" Momo asked.
"Looks like a lab coat to me," said Sho.
Izuku smirked. "The general idea is both. If I can use my Quirk to fly, I'm generally going to be hitting high speeds and rapid shifts in altitude. As for the lab coat, it fits some of the persona I'd be going for."
"I thought I was supposed to be the mad scientist? Hm…the cape might cause some problems for flight. Drag and catching onto things as you pass by. Also makes a pretty easy grab in a fight."
"I mostly included it as an emergency blanket. And style, of course. But if I need to ditch it in a pinch, the releases are on the lapels. Alternatively, I can extend my Quirk a little into it and use it as a shield."
Tenya looked it over. "It reminds me of one of All Might's earlier costumes."
"The Silver Age one?" Izuku looked back at the design. "I guess it does, doesn't it."
Sho narrowed his eyes, a teasing smile forming. "That's exactly what you were looking at when you picked this out, isn't it?"
Izuku idly scratched the back of his neck, tilting his head back to stare vacantly at the ceiling. "Perhaps," he murmured.
Chortling into his cup, Sho glanced over to Tenya. "You should see his stash of All-Might memorabilia. If it weren't a massive copyright issue, he'd probably do a full All-Might cosplay as his Hero costume."
"There is no reason to be embarrassed," said Tenya. "All Might is a worthy role model for any aspiring Hero, or even any person to look up to."
That slight air of unease vanished, a little light returning to Izuku's eyes. "He is."
[IB]
One Year Ago…
Itsuka watched the motley group of children as they went through their forms and katas. Her father had her taking up teaching, both sort of giving her an actual job, as well as a means to further her own knowledge of martial arts.
"The best way to know how much you've learned is to see how well you pass it on to another."
So, she was spending the afternoon watching her students go through things she had learned shortly after she learned to walk. It was cute how they would call her "sensei", and she had always wanted to be an older sister.
Leaning around the formation, she spotted one boy having trouble. A closer inspection readily identified the problem.
"Here," said Itsuka as she nudged the boy's foot ever so slightly, putting it into the proper angling for the stance. "Watch your footing. Straighten your back. There you go."
The boy scrunched his eyebrows together. "Why does that matter so much?" he asked.
"Because those little details make a great deal of difference in the long run. Maybe an amateur wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but to even a journeyman, those little details jump out." Stepping away, she smiled at him. "Besides, it's better to get these instincts engrained now instead of breaking a bad habit later on."
Satisfied with the answer, the boy beamed at her. "Thanks, Itsuka-sensei!"
Itsuka smiled at the little brat before moving back to observe the other students. She had wanted to be a big sister, and this was probably the closest she would ever get to the opportunity, even if she did get considered more as a mother hen.
"Things going well?" her father asked.
"Yeah."
"Good, good. Hey, Itsuka. You up for a quick lunch run? I already put the order in, but I need someone to pick it up."
"Sure," she answered, then turned to holler, "Yo, Mashi!"
Her tailed partner's head popped up from the herd of children. Quick-stepping his way around the kids, the blond came to a stop in front of the Kendos.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Need a battle-buddy to grab lunch. Want to come with?"
[IB]
Pizza. Her father had once again ordered pizza. The place was close by – walking distance, really – and already familiar with her and her father. On one hand, it was easy to carry in bulk, but she sometimes worried about her father's taste. She never said say anything about it. Not when it was one of those things her mother had liked that didn't leave him depressed.
Avoiding a similar train of thought, she turned to the tailed blond to ask about his plans for high school, when a loud clang and a panicked scream had her running towards the source.
Flattening against the wall, she peered into the alley, just in time to see the mass of sludge engulf an old man. Looking around, she saw no Heroes, no police in sight. A few bystanders were hanging around, but they either hadn't caught onto what was happening, or figured their odds of survival went up if they ignored it. They couldn't run for help. Unless help was already on its way, the man wouldn't survive.
"Mashi, call the police."
"Already on it. What are you doing?"
Setting the food down without answering, she ran towards the villain and his intended victim.
Fortunately, the mass of sentient sewage didn't notice her approach. He did, however, feel the distinct impact of an enlarged hand smashing against the approximation of his back, scattering bits of him across the alley.
Reaching in, her hand found purchase on the man's shoulder, and began to pull, slapping the mass of sludge as she yanked him free, then jumped back, tossing the man into the clear.
"Go!" she shouted, turning back to the villain. "Get out of here!"
Without any further prompting, the man began to flee as fast as his feet could carry him. No sooner was he booking it, and Itsuka entertaining the idea of following him, when the sludge swarmed back in, Itsuka slapping him back once more.
"You little brat!" he roared.
Her palms were throbbing a little, but the villain found no purchase on her hands, and she jumped back, narrowly avoiding a tendril swipe through the space she had been standing a moment before.
Enlarged hands clapped together, throwing her back and warding off the villain's next swing at her. The villain was quick. Quicker than she could realistically run. The element of surprise lost, and the villain closing in, she coiled back and braced for a spiteful punch, when a whirlwind of a punch flew in from behind, turning the villain to spray.
Letting out a breath, she sank to her knees and looked up at her savior. Only, she had to look up a bit more than usual.
Seven feet and change made for quite the imposing figure that was All-Might, Symbol of Peace, and a bit of a pain in the neck to look up at from the ground.
"Sorry about that back there!" the Number One Hero said, jovially. "I'm usually better when keeping bystanders safe. But the sewers around here are a maze!" Laughing that iconic laugh, he helped Itsuka to her feet with a yelp of surprise.
"How did you…" she gasped, the adrenaline still wearing off.
"I had been chasing the ruffian for a little while now. Thankfully, I passed by your friend right here."
Behind him, Mashi looked to be in shock, as was the old man. Something Itsuka could relate to.
Smiling wider than she imagined possible, All-Might flashed a thumbs-up at her. "Good work with the villain back there. You were a big help!"
"Um…" She blushed a little at receiving praise from All Might. "Thank you, sir."
"Is she going to be in trouble, All Might, sir?" he asked, hesitantly. "I know there's rules about illegal Quirk usage…" She could practically feel the pointed stare at the back of her head.
Itsuka tapped her fingers together, averting her eyes.
"Not to worry! Given the circumstances, it could be attributed to self-defense. Though I would be remiss not to warn you of the dangers of doing so, young miss."
In short order, the police arrived, taking statements and collecting the villain, neatly scooped into a pair of bottles All-Might helpfully supplied for the occasion. Explanations were given for Itsuka's involvement, but aside from some minor reprimand from the responding officers, no further punishment was deed necessary. Once released, the older gentleman rushed off, mumbling something about the lottery. She didn't feel the need to pry.
Her attention was focused on the Symbol of Peace.
As he turned to walk away, she noticed a strange list to his step. Almost imperceptible, but she had plenty of experience of watching kids try to act tough when they needed to take a break.
Is he in pain?
She wanted to ask him about it, but that wasn't something she wanted to just blurt out in front of everyone, especially if she was right.
"Come on, Mashi. We should get back."
[IB]
Washing the dishes dinner had been a quiet affair after they had gotten home. The elder Kendo was simmering. Not necessarily angry, but worried about her reckless actions.
It was a reckless decision. One that had nearly gotten her killed, if not for All Might's intervention.
So lost in her thoughts, missed the doorbell ringing at first, only snapping out of her thoughts when her dad got up to answer.
"I'll get it," he said, waving her off.
Going back to the dishes, she was soon interrupted again by All-Might's voice.
"Ah, this is a surprise."
"Yagi?" her dad replied.
All-Might cleared his throat, lightly tugging his shirt collar. "Forgive me for dropping by so late, but do you mind if I come in?"
"No, sure, you're good…" her dad murmured, ushering him inside. "We kind of finished dinner here, but I can whip up some tea if you're game."
"That would be delightful, Kendo-sempai."
Itsuka's brain train derailed, and she hastily stifled a laugh. "Kendo-sempai? What?"
Her dad snorted and jerked his head in All-Might's direction. "Yagi here was my junior at U.A."
Itsuka turned to her dad. "Oh? I'm sure you both have plenty of stories."
"All of which can wait until later. So what brings the top-ranked professional hero to this neck of the woods? Not that I mind seeing a friendly face, but the last time we talked face to face was a few years back."
"Just checking in on young Itsuka here, though I am surprised to find that the young lady who gave us a bit of a fright earlier was your daughter."
Her father glanced over his shoulder, concern and pride mingling on his face.
"Hey, dad, I'm going to show All Might my attempt at restoring a motorcycle."
"Give me a holler if you knock anything over."
"That was one time, dad!" she shot back. "Whatever. Work on the tea."
Walking into the garage, or rather, a garage converted into a gym with a half-finished motorcycle sitting on a set of cinderblocks in the corner. She had found the frame in a dump and had been tinkering with it for several months, pending her working up the funds to replace some harder to find parts.
"Well. There it is. Not much to look at just yet."
All Might gave it a closer inspection. "You have some interesting talents, young Kendo."
Now or never, she thought, and said "All Might, sir, um…" How did she think this was a good idea? "I don't meant to pry, but are you feeling okay?"
The Number One Hero paused for a moment. "Pardon me?"
"Well, I'm used to picking out when someone's on top of their game and when someone's pretending for appearances." She grimaced at how she phrased that. "Also, I don't think enough people ask how you're doing and expect an honest answer. Being in the top spot in Heroics has to be stressful."
"I guess there's nothing really for it."
He hunched over, grimacing as smoke began to wisp from him.
Before her eyes, All Might deflated like a sad balloon. The smoke cleared and she saw the withered skeleton of a man where the Symbol of Peace was the moment before. Itsuka blinked, then the realization dawned.
"Ah…"
Slumping against the wall, he lifted his shirt. Even with some of the injuries she had seen in training, at the dojo, or during tournaments, it was all she could do not to vomit at the sight. The gnarled web of scars circling his ribcage, where something big had punched a hole. Injuries like that were usually fatal.
"Oh."
All Might stared at the scars, as if lost in his own thoughts. "Pretty nasty, isn't it." He sounded so tired saying that.
"What happened?" she asked, cautiously.
"Got in a big fight about five years back. Half of my respiratory system got demolished along with my stomach. The surgeries and aftereffects left me looking like this."
"I don't remember hearing about it." A fight big enough to cripple All Might should have been noticeable from the next prefecture. And he's still been working all this time with these injuries?!
"Worked pretty hard to keep it that way," he answered, letting the shirt fall back down, he looked at her in the eye. "The public can't know about this. I'm sure you understand."
"I won't tell anyone. I promise." She looked down where the scars were. "Is there something I can do to help? Can I get you something?"
All Might's smile was brittle and grim. "Thanks, but anything that can be done is already done or being done. I walk around in public easily enough like this and no one bats an eye. The benefit of the world of Quirks, I guess." His next breath was pained. "Pros risk their lives every single day."
"So does everyone walking down the streets. That run-in back there proves it best. That's never stopped me from going to school, or pretty much anything else in life. Hasn't stopped me from wanting to be a Professional Hero."
The Symbol of Peace raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to be a Hero?"
Itsuka shuffled her feet, suddenly nervous. "I help people all the time; it's just something that I do. Whether it's helping new kids in karate classes, helping my classmates with their studies, or simply listening to someone's problems…" She shrugged, not sure how to articulate that which she rarely spoke of to anyone, even her father or Obsidian. Whether he had meant to or not, All Might had let her know something he had been keeping under wraps for years, and it felt natural to reciprocate. "At this point, it's less of a habit and more of a compulsion, even if I do get told off every once in a while."
"And running straight into danger?"
"There wasn't anyone I could see that could help. I was there, I felt like I had to do something, or else that man wouldn't be alive by the time I could have found anyone else." Hands fell to her side, clenched into fists. "It was an easy decision after that. Even seeing how messed up things can end for a Pro" – dead, broken, villain– "that hasn't stopped me from wanting help others."
"There's plenty of other ways to help others-"
"But none of them are what I want."
A gaze of steel leveled at the Number One Hero, who sat in some manner of stunned silence. When it began to feel like she had said too much, or said the wrong thing, All Might chuckled a little, suppressing a bloody cough.
"Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?" she asked.
"It's fine." He leaned back, deep in thought. Then he laughed. "Ah…it must be fate."
Itsuka tilted her head to the side. "Sir?"
"I've got something I want to run by you." Standing up, All Might – even withered, he was still tall – looked down at her. "You see, I've been looking for a successor…"
[IB]
"Someone to take my place."
Itsuka jogged to Dagobah Beach just before the crack of dawn. Her itinerary discussed with her father, she left a note with a rough time she expected to be back.
Arriving at the parking lot, she grimaced. She knew the place had been used as a dumping ground for years, but the mountain range of garbage spanning the entire beach beggared belief.
All Might wasn't anywhere to be seen. Glancing down at her watch, she realized she had arrived a few minutes earlier than intended. Her nerves must have been getting to her. With no sign that her new mentor was anywhere close, she decided to explore for a bit.
The walkway had been buried under a rather fresh-smelling load of garbage, along with some spare car parts, so she mantled the concrete barrier and hopped into the labyrinth of junk. The old adage "one's trash is another's treasure" was lingering on her mind. While she doubted she'd find a reasonably intact motorcycle, perhaps she'd find something unexpected.
Speaking of unexpected… she thought, recalling All Might's words.
"I deem you worthy of receiving my powers."
That pronouncement had been a shock. A Quirk that had been cultivated nearly since the beginning of the Quirk Age, a legacy spanning generations, and creating one of the foremost heroes of modern times. And he had chosen to pass that torch on to her.
It was a lot to take in.
She still had questions, like how such a power came to exist in the first place, but that could wait until later. For now, she had to condition her body before she could inherit One for All. Once it was hers, she would ask again, if he didn't broach the subject after the transfer.
"You're intruding."
Itsuka started and looked behind her.
Up on a stack of trash, a boy with green hair sat cross-legged, mostly obscured by a cloud of junk floating around him clockwise in a vague semblance of order, few if any of the objects bouncing against each other. Nothing to indicate any form of distraction by her presence, not even a flicker to the faint glow of green surrounding the debris.
"Isn't that kind of Quirk usage illegal?" she asked.
"Technically," he admitted, inclining his head. "I've got the necessary permits, if you're curious, which are restricted to this beach. Hence my mild irritation by your interruption."
"It is public property."
That earned a laugh. "True enough, hence the emphasis on mild. It's not that big a deal, really. By the way, you might want to take a few steps back."
The cloud of debris spread out a little further before dropping in a neat circle around him. His hair was tied back into a ponytail and tucked into the back of his green tracksuit. Some freckles dotted his face and an unnerving stare, but other than that, he looked sort of plain.
"So," he said, climbing down from his mountain, "what brings you out here?"
"Training," Itsuka replied. "My mentor is having me haul trash off of the beach for physical conditioning. Gotta be fit for entrance exams."
"I see. I'm not used to people coming here for more than to chuck more trash into the pile. A couple of scroungers here and there, but you don't look like you're equipped for that. And if you're up this early for a task as mountainous as this for training, you must be trying to get into one of the Hero academies, correct? I'm guessing U.A. or Shiketsu…but you strike me more as U.A. material."
Itsuka crossed her arms. "How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Your facial twitches give you away." Walking past her, he thrust his hands into his pockets. "Besides, it isn't all that surprising that girl who took on Muddy would be on the track for greater things."
"Who?"
"The sludge villain you helped take down."
Before she could follow up, All Might called her name.
"Ah, Sensei!" She wasn't sure what form he was in, so she erred on the side of caution when she hollered back. "Over here!"
A muscled All Might stepped around the corner. "Young Kendo, I was wondering where you had gotten off to!"
The green haired teen hummed thoughtfully. "And you have All Might as your mentor? U.A. is practically certain." He turned to the hero, offering a hand. "A pleasure to meet you in person."
If the Symbol of Peace was taken aback by the casual regard he was receiving, it didn't show. If anything, he seemed a little…tense, maybe?
"The pleasure is mine, young man. Might I know your name?"
"Izuku Midoriya," he gave a precise bow, flourishing his hand, "at your service." Wincing a little, he straightened up. "You must get this from everyone, but-"
"You want an autograph, young man?" All Might finished.
Izuku chuckled, weakly. "I have a friend who'll never believe me otherwise." He paused and looked at Itsuka. "Might as well get Kendo's while I'm at it."
"Me?" Itsuka asked, slightly taken aback. "Seems a little premature, don't you think?"
He gave a lazy shrug. "I like to think I have good instincts about this sort of thing."
After All Might had jotted his extravagant signature on the boy's notebook, he passed it to her to sign.
"Thank you both for your time," Izuku said, taking the notebook back. "Good luck with your training!"
Both mentor and protégé stared at the retreating figure, curious expressions on their faces. Once the enigma had disappeared from view, All Might let his muscle form slip with a sigh.
"Well, that was kind of weird," said Itsuka.
"That was a rather mild reaction compared to what I usually get." He was silent for a second before suddenly booming back into muscle form. "Now, enough chit-chat. Let's get to work!"
A/N: Izuku and Itsuka have officially met, and that effectively wraps up the Prologue arc. The next chapter will be starting on the Entrance Exam.
On related subjects, this chapter was a pain in the neck to write, and after several months of tinkering with it, I finally threw my hands up and said "screw it". Anywho, both segments went through multiple revisions before coming to what you see here, and are a result of combining parts of the initial draft and a deleted scene from what would have been part of a later chapter. Still a little unsatisfied with the final product, but at least it's done.
Moving along, Yaoyorozu's new outfit is a mixture of Yang Xiao Long (RWBY, Vol. 1-3), Tifa Lockheart (specifically Advent Children), and Dante (Devil May Cry,namely, borrowing his coat from DMC 4). Girl deserves some sick duds, and hopefully it makes enough sense not to compromise her power set.
As for Midoriya's costume, it draws influence from Dr. Horrible's lab coat and Vulture's gear from Spider-Man: Homecoming. The cape is, as stated, influenced by All Might, who I imagine drew influence from Nana Shimura. Funny how that works.
That should cover everything of importance. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Some part of Japanese customs, courtesies, and etiquette I screwed up? Feel free to leave a review or PM.