Ok, the third chapter took a while. Definitely gained tons more understanding and loads more respect for my favorite writers' long updates. Getting closer to the first arc plan to add three arcs into the 10 months of training for U.A. in the show. Kind of weird how that's commonly overlooked, always liked the writers who did use it. As always, big thanks to my friend for reviewing the chapter with me.

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Chapter 3: Talks about training, medicine, and the future!

Waking up had never been hard for Izuku, he'd always wake up with his alarm, grumble about the rude awakening then get ready for school. His mother would always be up before him and already have finished making breakfast. Waiting patiently for him to join her, they'd make a little small talk before starting their days individually. Today was not like that. Izuku woke up still feeling tired and was struggling to find a reason to try and force himself out of bed. It really didn't help that his bones felt like metal weighing him down.

This all resulted in Izuku just lying down in bed staring at his room ceiling trying to fight to get up against the oh so comfortable and warm feeling of his bed. Fortunately that was interrupted when his mom knocked on his door, carrying breakfast with her. When she'd come in and seen him awake already but just resting in bed she immediately rushed over, setting the tray on his desk to free her hand, starting to relentlessly check over him. The end result? His mom called him in sick, probably still worrying over him after their talk yesterday. She oddly didn't have to explain much beyond him not coming to school, she wasn't happy about their lack of care for him but she let behavior slide due to circumstance.

Although she did promise to find time to do something about Aldera. Izuku hadn't actually heard most of her mumbled ideas since she cut herself off before she could continue. Now looking at him his moms worried face shifted into a more worried one. "Izuku, do you know when that man from yesterday will be coming over, the one that you said found you?"

No, no he didn't, Izuku really needed to check in with Fujima-san about that, where was his phone. Right on his nightstand where he left it charging, perfect. Wait his mom wanted an answer first that should probably come first. Izuku was definitely still half asleep. "I can check with Fujima-san right now."

"Please do, I hope to be at least a little prepared." The nervous smile on his mom's face was the motivation Izuku used to stretch his heavy right arm to grab his phone. Unlocking it with only a look he quickly opened his contact list without much thought. Found the number through bleary eyes and typed what he hoped to be a coherent message. A reply happened a few awkward minutes later as both mother and son waited for a response. It was short, ineloquent, and very to the point reading some time midday, not sure. That wasn't much at all. It was all the midoriya family received though nothing else to work with. His mother tried to lighten the mood by joking how it was a good thing she was having him stay home, it somewhat worked they both chuckled at least. After that his mother left to go clean up the apartment.

Either way that now left him with free time he barely had any idea what to do with. Going back to sleep wasn't an option, his body might be sluggish but his mind was already wide awake. Izuku got out of bed, albeit 20 minutes later, and got dressed. From there the youth decided to just review the notes he'd done yesterday, a lot of it was still theory with little way for him to prove how his quirk worked. Now that he thought about it he'd probably have to see a quirk counselor to be evaluated, documented, and have his quirk status changed. 'Will that be something I'll do with Fujima-san?' He didn't think so but considering he'd be training under a government agent they'd probably do something to fix his registry right then and there.

A random glance at his alarm clock showed the time to be 11 A.M. 'Maybe now Fujima-san will be able to give me an exact time.' Definitely a good idea to at least try, after all it was an hour till noon, Izuku really needed to learn to keep a better track of time. Thankfully he'd hit a wall theorizing how to find out more about his quirk. Otherwise Izuku would have most certainly kept going. Now that he had a quirk he was having so much fun learning about it. His excitement was tempered with his little progress though.

Reaching for his phone Izuku opened it and found Fujima-san's number easily, now that he didn't have sleep in his eyes. It was the only one not named among his very short list of contacts. Right as he was about to send a text there was a knock. 'Sounds like the front door' Izuku heard his mom call for him from the living room. She decided to take a day off so she could be here when Fujima-san came. Apparently the agent himself had just arrived if his mothers hurried welcomes were anything to go by.

Shoving his phone into his shorts pocket he quickly walked out to the living room. He was met with the sight of Fujima-san sitting down at the table while his mom was brewing a fresh pot of tea. The man that had found him in his own blood yesterday was not the same. The older man actually looked like a government agent, he was dressed in a stiff black suit rather than the modified Gi he wore the day before. His hair was neatly styled rather than the windswept mess it was the day before. However there was someone else with Fujima-san. It was a similarly dressed woman. She had a stern face with what Izuku thought were frown lines and her hair had some grey streaks. She looked like the epitome of overworked, bags under her eyes being a big give away. Beyond that she wore roughly the same uniform as Fujima-san; the only difference was a rectangular chest pin that had no marking on it.

Fujima-san noticed him first nodding to show a greeting, the woman hadn't noticed the movement. Now that he was closer he could actually see that she was holding a tablet with what looked to be some kind of legal contract. "I'm glad to see that you're doing better than yesterday. How are you feeling now?" Fujima-san offered as a verbal greeting when Izuku had reached the table.

"My bones feel like dead weight." Izuku couldn't help the tired sight he made when he sat down. It STILL felt like he'd just gone through an incredibly intense workout and just finished. It was at that moment the woman had looked up but she didn't look surprised, maybe she was paying more attention then izuku thought. Manners were what propelled Izuku to speak again. "Hello, we haven't met before. I'm sure you're aware of who I am from Fujima-san but my name is Midoriya Izuku. It's nice to make your acquaintance ma'am."

"How polite, It's a pleasure to meet you Midoriya. My name is Nuko. I give you and your mother thanks for the hospitality." The woman, or Nuko now, gave a polite smile to him and then proceeded to place her tablet on the table, it was turned off now. Fujima-san seemed to sit a bit straighter as thought he was preparing?

His mother still hadn't come back meaning the tea wasn't ready yet so why did they look like they were about to start…well whatever this is. Izuku's mind began to wonder, he couldn't help but think about the legal document he saw. If what he saw was indeed a contract then it was most likely related to either his training or something else. What else could it be though, a non-disclosure agreement maybe. I didn't matter right now, Nuko-san looked like she was about to start talking.

"I hope you don't mind Midoriya but considering what we plan to discuss today I thought it prudent to warn you about a few things before your mother comes back. Is this okay with you?" Izuku could tell she wasn't really looking for his permission, this was more a polite gesture. Nuko would have most likely continued regardless but Izuku saw no problem with either, it was just to warn him.

"Yes that won't be an issue for me, I have already talked with my mom about the…. Situation Fujima-san found me in. I d-don't want to go over that again, please" Nuko-san's eyes and face softened from the disciplined and focused look she had previously, her face just oozing sympathy and understanding. Slowly she nodded at him and then pulled out a recording device and placed it on the table.

"That's perfectly fine, it's unfortunate that you were pushed that far but I'm very glad you lived. If you wouldn't mind, could you tell me how you reached that low point" Nuko-san had her finger hovering over the record button, maybe his mother wouldn't have to get the police involved on her own. Unfortunate that the story would take longer than the tea being prepared, another time then.

"I'm sorry Nuko-san but that would take a while to explain, I hope we could continue this when it's more convenient?" Nuko-san definitely picked up the hopeful tone in his voice but she did seem a bit disappointed. She brought the recorder back into her pocket, he saw a little bit of fur under her wrist cuff.

"Yes of course, that was my bad for not considering the time. Anyway, back to the original topic. Are you okay with taking training on government facilities, I do warn you NDA's will be mandatory after this meeting are you fine with that?" Made sense, no way he would have been allowed to talk about whatever he saw at those sites. Fujima-san still hadn't spoken and seemed to be looking down at something, the man probably had his own tablet.

"I'm fine with it but I do want to ask my mom first and an NDA makes sense, I'm not against it but again I wish to tell my mom first." Izuku couldn't revert back to how things had been before with his mother. He couldn't let the possibility of a recurrence of what happened yesterday be possible. Never again would he let that much suffering be willingly silenced, at the very least he'd make sure his mom knew. Most importantly he never wanted to let his mom be clueless about whatever happens to him.

"Very well, we shall respect your wishes. Although there is one last thing, after this conversation Fujima here will have a separate talk with you. That will be between you to and only after you guys finish you two will then decide if that will be information you want shared. Are you okay with that Midoriya?" That was concerning. Although considering they were being straight forward about it Izuku was at least willing. They hadn't proved to be untrustworthy so so far there was no real reason to not agree.

It was at that time when Izuku's mother returned with four cups of tea on a tray. Izuku didn't like immediately breaking the promise he inwardly made but if they were being truthful then he'd be able to rectify it soon, he had no intention of hiding whatever Fujima-san wanted to tell him. Locking eyes with Nuko-san, Izuku gave a nod to show his agreement. The older woman across from him nodded back and then proceeded to turn to his mom. The tea on the tray was quickly handed out, everyone politely thanking his mom for the beverage, after which the Midoriya head sat down right next to her son, it was time for the talk to begin.

"Why are you interested in my son?" Izuku couldn't help the small flinch, neither of them were able to talk about what they wanted to ask but it seemed his mom was determined to get to the root of her desire. Still Izuku wished she'd been a little more…graceful? Discrete? Bottom line he wished they had started off a bit more easy.

"We're interested in his capabilities, Midoriya-san. However, before you get the wrong impression all we wish to do is study Izuku's power and train him so he can properly use it." Nuko-san's face had returned to the serious focus Izuku had seen her display earlier. Suddenly this felt a whole lot more real, he had actually gained the interest of the literal government. It also didn't help the nerves he was feeling that her response sounded like the beginning of every negative crackpot conspiracy he's heard about the government. They'd show interest then slowly erase your existence and indoctrinate you or experiment on your quirk factor. Thankfully his thoughts weren't allowed to spiral as Nuko-san continued.

"You see our reports show that his power's manifestation is quite violent and self harming. We wish to offer our aid to help learn about his ability. You see experts that work in our department have theorised that your son's quirk may be able to heal others, I'm certain I don't have to tell you how rare that is?" They theorized he could heal other people!? That was just a blatant lie from what izuku himself, the one with this supposed healing quirk, had experienced; he was only able to heal himself and overcharge that healing allowing him to grow beyond what would normally be natural. He couldn't or more accurately has never tried to heal other people.

There's no way they'd seen something similar. It was well known that even if quirks appeared to be the same they were always different in some unnatural, biological, or even from an unknowable factor. Examples of those would be mutations to the base human body for unnatural differences, previously established family for biological that could be traced in DNA which was inherently different, and unknowable being something scientific tools couldn't explain hence no connection could ever be made.

Izuku could immediately rule out biology, he didn't know of anyone in his family with a healing quirk or else they'd be much better off. After all quirks that directly healed a person were incredibly rare and very well paying, same with quirks that affected others' quirks. Unfortunately individuals with such quirks were usually pushed in certain directions, medical and villain detainment or subduing. Notably those two specific quirk categories were the interest of current day researchers, the HPSC, and apparently the government.

It was with that train of thought that brought Izuku's current worry. The government had never openly tried to take people with those types of quirks under their care in recent memory. That responsibility had primarily fallen to the HPSC after an incident where a government ward had fallen under attack while in the government's care. Apparently some villain sniper had managed to almost take out someone with a quirk that amplified the power of other quirks around them 10 or so years ago, the villain hadn't been caught. He only really knew about the case after he'd searched for what category eraserhead's quirk fell under. The search came up with a very short list of individuals with quirk's capable of affecting other quirks, most in japan being on the HPSC public website with almost all personal, quirk, and locational information classified. That had been a pretty interesting night for Izuku, learning about rare quirks in Japan and the world. His mom also seemed to know some of that since her face scrunched up in an unreadably negative expression, Nuko-san took immediate notice.

"I still don't understand why the government specifically would be showing such interest in my son. Usually it'd be the HPSC that would be in your place." Wait, his mom didn't know they were lying about knowing his quirk ability? But it was so obvious and such a relevant topic of discussion…among researchers…and people who… actively looked up quirk theory. 'They knew it wasn't common civilian knowledge, that's why they said it. But that still doesn't answer why they lied.' Something on his own face must have been giving away his displeasure at the lie since Fujima-san, who hasn't even said a word yet, was looking directly at him. Izuku was a little embarrassed that he'd been too deep in thought to have not noticed before.

Focusing on the conversation again Izuku couldn't help but notice that his mom had been hounding Nuko-san the entire time. The government agent looked no different from before a calm and focused face while answering all of his moms questions. It seemed the line of questioning had turned to how they planned to train him, or more specifically where. His mom was definitely not paying much attention to anything else which left him and Fujima-san facing each other.

Izuku's face was set in a frown clearly showing his displeasure at the earlier lie, one he understood and Fujima-san seemed to notice. The older man didn't have the decency to look even a little sheepish or regretful about the lie, instead he was serious and staring straight at Izuku the same as the boy was staring at him. That was honestly a little unsettling but considering the short time Izuku had known Fujima-san for the boy supposed this was just another side to him that appeared in the required situations. Wait, was he mouthing something?

Yes he was, Fujima-san was looking directly at Izuku and mouthing something. The government agent had to repeat it a few times, which was a little embarrassing after the third try with how short it was, but Izuku was confident he had gotten most of it. The older man had mouthed, from what Izuku could understand, 'We will…later' thankfully with context the green haired boy assumed it meant that they'd be talking about the lie later. That wasn't exactly enough to soothe Izuku's mood but unless he wanted to confront them about it right now, in front of his mom. Then that would be the best he'd receive since his mom had managed to unknowingly steer the conversation away from the lie.

Unfortunately it also seemed that his mom had just finished her direction of the conversation. Meaning Nuko-san had begun to ask her own topics and those topics also deeply involved him. "So moving on, Midoriya-san, I wish to begin by making both you and your son aware of the training locations, I'm sure it's obvious but we wish to have Izuku train at specialized facilities. However that won't be happening very soon due to paperwork, we can talk more about it when the time arrives. I'm afraid there is one thing we must talk about now though"

However, contrary to what Nuko-san had just said, she reached for the tablet still on the table and turned it on. It would have been considered quite rude were it not for the fact that barely ten seconds later the tablet flipped around to face the mother and son. On its screen was the beginning of a non-disclosure agreement, probably what Izuku had seen when he first entered the room. It was very clearly written and highlighting what he assumed to be key parts of the contract, the document also appeared to be surprisingly short with only 5 pages. Now Izuku wasn't familiar with the law, his mom hadn't tried pushing him to follow her career path even if he was certain she wanted nothing more than for him to be anything other than a hero. She wasn't vocal about it but her demeanor said everything she kept silent, at least her wish for him to stop chasing his dream came from a place of love rather than from a supposed sense of inferiority. 'The more I think about him the worse his actions seem, why did it take a suicide bait to realize that!' He knew that wasn't actually what had caused the change but honestly Izuku wanted to avoid thinking about…that. Although that didn't stop him from thinking about his bully most specifically what he'd said yesterday. It wasn't a wake up call, heck Izuku was half ready to forgive and forget about it right before the sludge villain happened but then that encounter with All Might and… 'NOPE no no I'm not going there.'

And he was spacing out again but thankfully this time he hadn't missed much. All that had happened, from what he could gather, was that his mom was questioning Nuko-san about why the document was so short. The incredulity in her voice was a dead give away that her inquiries were out of genuine shock rather than the fierce sense of protection that had fueled her earlier fierce disposition. Although from what little legal words he understood this document was not normal by any means and seemed to only addressed the non disclosure agreement as well as tying a liability waiver for him to sign. Nuko-san gave vague answers and from what Izuku could gather they'd keep receiving contracts dependent on how far along Izuku was in his training as well as IF not when but IF he went to one of their specialized facilities, Nuko-san said it was some need to know basis.

Once that part of the conversation ended, both midoriya's not exactly thrilled with the little information, they shifted to the main topic of his training. It was at that moment that Fujima-san finally spoke up for the first time in the conversation. "I'll be the one primarily responsible for your son's training Midoriya-san, I'm sure he's already told you that I'm the one who found him."

The man's face was still set entirely serious, honestly the whole serious tone and lack of his own participation in this whole meeting made this much easier for Izuku to not become a mumbling mess. It was getting very tiring though and the green haired boy couldn't help the incredulous feeling in his chest, this was really happening. His mom had been stone faced since after bringing them all tea offering a smile to all when handing it out, that had immediately disappeared when they'd started but now Izuku was easily able to see the tiredness in his mothers eyes. Hopefully this ended soon, a quick glance at the clock above the TV showed they'd been talking for two and a half hours so far. Izuku was definitely spacing out more frequently as time went on.

"It's also my wish to begin training your son immediately. His power is incredible but he has no control that must be fixed." Immediately? Izuku didn't think his control was that bad, although he had been unable to do anything and had yet to try at home. Maybe Fujima-san was right, he wondered if they'd be going somewhere to test his quirk first. BUT that would be after they talked. Izuku's mother, after a short pause, moved to respond.

"When do you wish to start training him?" Probably some time tomorrow. After all, if Izuku remembered correctly they had only roughly a day, with nighttime included, to prepare something. So there most likely wasn't a prepared training plan yet, tomorrow probably wouldn't even be training but examination from quirk specialists. Maybe those doctors could provide a more solid answer to what his ability is.

"Today, right now"

What?

oOo

Katsuki Bakugo was the best of the best, in middle school aiming to be TRAINED to become a hero his skills were already amazing so amazing everyone knew it. He just needed the best of the best hero school U.A. to be the narrow meat grinder that produced All Might to do the exact same for him, no for it to do even better and make him greater. He wasn't a moron he fully admitted that he stood no chance against a god damn villain right now, but he swears to never let some random fucking D list thug get a one over on him. It would never happen and there was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't lose to someone that pathetic. So why was it that when he woke up and tried, very easily since it was on every channel, to find what villain had beaten him he was met with reports with shitty angles from even crappier phone cameras, no follow up interviews from heroes present, all security camera footage being restricted by the fucking government, and most importantly the villain he fought had managed to EVADE All Might him fucking self.

This was all wrong, that shitty slime freak had used sneak attacks to get him and there's no way he could have distracted the number one hero with such common tricks. So how did some coward like that get away from All Might. Oh wait he'd answered his own question that freak was a coward through and through he must have pulled something out of his ass that All Might hadn't seen before. Now that he'd figured that out time to focus on why the fuck the government was involved. Unfortunately that'd have to wait since it was at that moment some random doctor quickly came into the room.

The doctor was fat, that was the one defining trait Katsuki cared to focus on, with little thought he decided to nickname him fatty. Common nickname yes but he'd probably never see the doctor again so he didn't care. Fatty began to scold him saying he shouldn't have removed some intubation tube. Context clues told him it was as annoying as a pipe in his throat but he didn't care, that shit was uncomfortable and he wanted it out. Fatty kept talking, still scolding him but Kastuki didn't pay attention and the extra's chatter was starting to get on his nerves. So instead of directing his well placed annoyance at the doctor he channeled it all into tuning him out and listening intently to the news.

They were all recaps of the events that happened yesterday so it was only useless shit with a few things he actually wanted to hear. That wasn't what had his attention though, his attention was focused solely on the headline reading All Might hold apology press conference. In all honesty Katsuki thought it was complete bullshit that the number one hero was making an apology, in his mind the only thing All Might needed to say was how much of a sleazy bastard that slime freak was and be done with it. Besides he was caught so what's it matter.

The whole press conference was scheduled to start in an hour and already the news anchors were trying their best to report on it the best they could. Leeches the lot of them trying so desperately to share in people more deserving of fame. He'd be one of those people, he deserved it after all and everybody knew it.

Katsuki's impromptu mental self actualization was interrupted when the fatty started waving his hand in front of his face and snapping to get his attention. "The fuck do you want?"

Well that got fatty's attention he recoiled in shock, away from him thankfully, and seemed to break whatever sense of superiority fatty thought he had over Katsuki. Served him right for being annoying but why did his voice sound weird? Actually it kinda sounded better, even more intimidating. That wasn't his focus though he was still staring at the news trying to find any hint of useful information from the fuck awful camera footage being used. 'Seriously the least those useless extras can do is learn to be better at filming'

'This dumbass even decided to film from the middle of the crowd. Does he not fucking understand that's the worst position to-' As much as Katsuki would have loved to continue mentally berating the dumb extra his eyes had caught something. A flash of green hair right in the center of the barricaded zone, where civilians were prohibited. While it wasn't impossible for another person with green hair to have probably been there but Katsuki knew that was him. That even less than worthless deku, the hero nerd that just didn't know when to quit, the thorn in his side mocking him.

Finding that nerd had just moved up to second priority, first was obviously watching the conference. Deku would have his time in a very in person, long, and painful manner. It's the least he could do after having, probably, seen him in the center of HIS crime scene acting like someone useful. Hell maybe Katsuki should thank the hero extras for even being able to save him while having to deal with deku. This constant thinking of the nerd was making him mad, he could already feel a growl forming in this throat.

At Least it would have been a growl if he hadn't started violently coughing. His lungs felt moist? Why the fuck did they feel wet weren't hospitals supposed to have healing quirks on hand supposed to fix him. Sure important ones only had those quirks but where else would he be if the crime he was in involved All Might. After he finished his coughing fit Katsuki violently turned to the doctor who seemed to have retreated to the corner of the room, glancing at some fucking tablet of all things. The bastard even had the nerve to act like it was something important with a stupidly scrunched up face and all, they should fire this dumbass.

What Katsuki didn't know was that the Doctor had been paying attention rather intently. In fact the moment the young boy had started hacking up a lung the doctor had pulled out his tablet and started looking over the information they'd received from his condition. Most places still used clipboards and paper but this hospital was state of the art with most of the newer installments. On the tablet the doctor was reviewing not very pleasant news. News that had only been speculation, until now.

Katsuki didn't know that and most likely even if he had known that he still would have snapped at the man. Either the same result would have certainly happened. "Oi, why the fuck do my lungs feel wet."

The blonde's voice had started strong but as he kept talking, with the new raspy tone, his voice became weaker and more strained as he fought against another coughing fit. He lost, immediately devolving into another coughing fit, adding to his growing annoyance. The doctor finally had the balls to be competent getting up and rushing to his side. Then he immediately goes back to being an annoying fuck turning of the TV he was WATCHING and trying to force him to lye on the hospital bed. He didn't need to sleep; he needed some fucking ANSWERS! Not even a moment later he was on his back suffering another coughing fit when he'd, with good reason, started to vent his annoyance.

This was all probably that damn deku's fault, useless shit distracted the heroes from saving him and now he was in the hospital. Maybe finding the nerd was more of a priority than watching All Might's press conference, he needed a good reminder not to get into a hero's way. However first Katsuki would need to deal with this fatass doctor keeping him on a fucking hospital bed. Talking has already shown that it won't work, he'd end up coughing, and physically moving him would also probably also end up aggravating whatever was making him cough. Maybe he could make some small explosions and scare the fatty away again, yeah that would work it also help him vent a little.

Checking his palms however dashed that idea immediately. He was sweating… a lot. That wasn't natural at all. He hadn't been doing anything strenuous to make him sweat that much and the amount on his palm was equal to if he had just done a workout. Not good, contrary to what most believed Katsuki couldn't use his entire quirk, sure he was strong and talented. But he secreted nitroglycerin in his sweat, a very reactive explosive that could allow him to level a building if he sweat enough. He was proud of that yes but it made seriously training his quirk impossible, and illegal, as well as the fact he could hurt his own wrists and shoulders from the recoil. That was just from a ready position, something he was not in and didn't have heat resistance on his legs. Oh yeah he also had some pretty decent heat resistance in his palms and hands not much else where but he hadn't really been able to test. Unfortunately that meant he had no exact options of getting out of this bed.

The fatty had started speaking at this point something about restraining him if he kept trying to get up, bastard. Katsuki didn't care for whatever medical bullshit he was spewing after that; after all in his eyes a quirk could easily fix him by tomorrow and then he'd just have to rest. Whatever this quack was saying didn't matter much eventually they'd finally tell him how long he needed to rest and then he'd suffer through it and get to finding deku. Katsuki was still angry about not getting to watch the press conference but there wasn't really anything he could do right now. So he'd wait unhappily and hold his tongue, wouldn't stop him from cursing the doctor out in his head though.

Although Katsuki definitely payed attention when the Doctor said he'd be staying in the hospital for two fucking WEEKS! Why the hell would he have to stay for two damn weeks? That's total bullshit, a healing quirk could easily fix him he shouldn't need to stay that long. Apparently something about himself tipped the fatass off, katsuki could have sworn this bastard was enjoying this lying right to his face like he wouldn't fucking catch it. He even thought he'd be able to cover up his blatant blundering with some kind of well excuse of a possible pulmonary edema, whatever the fuck that meant.

"In simple terms we believe you might be developing a case of wet lung from having excessive liquids flood your body and not being properly cleaned out immediately." Wet Lung? The doctor continued his explanation regardless of Katsuki's baffled look. "We originally wanted to monitor you for only a few days but now. Well I'm afraid you'll be staying with us for two weeks for treatment and it's strongly recommended you don't use your quirk for an extra week after."

'That quirkless shit's gonna pay for this, oh he's going to wish he wasn't even FUCKING BORN.' It had been Katsuki's plan to begin his U.A. preparation training this school year, after the teacher had started blabbering about future careers on the first week back that'd been his new goal. Sure he could have started earlier and in a physical sense he had but this school year he wanted to start training his quirk more. Now that would be postponed for two weeks and like hell he'd wait for a third week. 'This is BULLSHIT!'

Fuming didn't even begin to describe the raw rage Katsuki felt, deku the little shit was ruining his perfect path to the number one spot. 'That jealous cripple's already starting to show his fangs, sabotaging heroes trying to help me! Unfortunately the moment Katsuki started to express that rage the doctor began holding him down and reached for a button by the bed. With all this strength Katsuki tried to push past the doctor holding him down however in only a few seconds a nurse had entered and began aiding the quack that sentenced him to two two weeks confinement. The blond was quickly restrained, he'd fallen into yet another coughing fit, by a leather strap against his chest forcing him to remain on the bed.

He was still trying his best to thrash about but it wasn't doing anything, and it was just aggravating his throat. Instead he just sat gnashing his teeth and cursing both the nurse and fatass doctor, however he was especially cursing the worthless shit deku. Thankfully he was somewhat pacified by one dark thought, 'The first thing I'm doing when I'm out of here is killing that cripple!'

oOo

Toshinori didn't think he was okay, his stomach felt like it was lower in his body and twisted into knots. Technically his stomach being knotted could be because of his upcoming press conference but that wasn't where his mind was at all. No, currently his mind was continuously replaying what he'd found yesterday at the building where he'd left a depressed quirkless child. He didn't want to think about it but it was the only thing on his mind, his stomach had paid the price multiple times already. Toshinori didn't even want to think about eating today after all he knew it would just come back up within the hour.

What he'd found in a literal back alleyway next to the building was nothing short of a crime scene. A pool of blood and clear evidence of an object, a person, having fallen from a high height. He'd seen a metal guard rail bent from what looked to be blunt force, seen blood dripping from a cooling unit near the very top, even a broken clothes line. That scene had confirmed his worst fear and turned it into a real life nightmare. Toshinori felt sick. No he felt beyond sick, everything he stood for had just been tarnished by his own actions and he felt horrible for it. He hadn't even known the kid's name.

Contacting Nezu after that had been incredibly difficult. Whatever composure and resolve Toshinori had gained from their talk had shattered. He was almost openly having a mental breakdown, truthfully the only reason he hadn't had one was because Nezu had been calming him down. However the evidence of his wrong doing was right before his eyes so that comfort only lasted until he'd ended the call. After that and being all alone Toshinori had begun to break down again. This was horrible and he'd caused it.

He didn't even know the boy so he couldn't give condolence money to the family nor could he attend the funeral, he probably wouldn't have the will to do it either after all he was the main cause of the boy's passing. It'd have been like a villain showing up at their victims funeral to pay respect, he couldn't do that. Instead Toshinori had decided to find time to buy some incense and burn it in the boy's memory. Toshinori didn't really have much of a reason for not doing it yesterday, in reality it was probably because he didn't want to actually physically confront the fact that he'd just caused a death.

Another confirmation to his fears was when government agents had shown up at the alley entrance five minutes later. They had definitely known about his screw up, at least he assumed they did, why else would they be in a random alley for a child he just so happened to have been the last person to talk to. That wasn't even mentioning how the scene of the death looked so obviously like a suicide he'd caused, it'd been his fault. 'I think I'm going to throw up again!'

However try as he might Toshinori didn't have anything left in his stomach to expel all that came out was pitiful retching. The government most certainly knew of his injury, just like Nezu and the HPSC president, they were most likely looking for plausible cracks in the perfect image of a hero the HPSC had been propping him up to be. Already preparing to replace him, no that sounded stupid. They hadn't made any kind of move against the HPSC or Nezu; they hadn't even tried to assert any control over the heroics industry; Toshinori didn't count the HPSC since that was basically a complete failure if it had been their attempt. No regulations or checks were really implace over them, at least not serious ones, and the important ones have to his knowledge been being eroded by the HPSC presidents every other year. Seriously, if they didn't have such overwhelming support from the public or were doing visibly reprehensible actions then Toshinori would be hard pressed to not call them a criminal organization.

Most importantly they hadn't even made any move to talk with him. Yes it sounded kind of pompous in Toshinori's head but he was the number one hero and that carried significant weight with today's society. So why were they taking action now? Toshinori didn't think he'd ever figure it out unless it was spelled out for him, he hated politics, they were just way too complicated. Maybe discussing it more with Nezu wouldn't be a bad idea, thoughts for the future. Thinking back he kind of wished he'd have stayed and seen what the agents were doing there but in his panic he'd just began to quickly move, run, away from the alley. He couldn't use his quirk so that left him with his natural non All Might capabilities, it wasn't much at all but it was better then someone who hadn't worked out, surprisingly. He had once been quite an athletically built person with naturally favorable genetics, but that was before that accursed man punctured a hole through his torso, severely damaging his left lung and pulverising a good portion of his stomach.

Toshinori genuinely wished he could take back his actions but this was the real world not some fantasy, even if the real world was getting weirder and weirder with quirks. Unfortunately that also meant he wouldn't be able to keep his mind from thinking about his actions, regretting them, and that meant he couldn't focus on the here and now. When he was supposed to be preparing himself for his upcoming press conference, which was in 30 minutes and he still hadn't done any proper prep. He'd been given a sheet upon arrival that had results from a poll of the most likely questions people wanted asked. Surprise surprise they wanted to know where exactly he had been when the villain got away the most. He planned to try and answer that as truthfully as possible, minus the part where he'd lost the captured villain through a rookie mistake. He also planned to entirely avoid the topic of the green haired child he'd meet, Toshinori wouldn't tarnish the boy's memory by casting blame to him.

That still left Toshinori with his second concern though, what was he going to do. Having barely even 30 minutes to straighten out a false story just wouldn't be possible for him, Toshinori had already come to terms with the fact he'd most certainly have to lie. The real question he was faced with now was how badly would he have to lie. It also didn't help that Toshinori had denied a meeting with the HPSC president so she could figure out a plausible cover story for him, it was wrong but sometimes necessary regarding his situation. He definitely didn't regret it but it was most likely taken as him firmly picking a side. 'Ugh maybe I've been talking with Nezu too much.' He was definitely being subtly persuaded by that scheming mammal he just couldn't tell how though.

A knock at his private quarters, so he could save time as All Might, distracted Toshinori from his conspiracy theorizing. Straining his muscles and pulling on the storm of power in his chest, Toshinori activated his quirk one for all. The transformation was basically instant one moment the skeletal frame he was used to was then replaced by a herculean physique of steel akin muscle. His once dropping hair bangs immediately surged upwards as if fully charged and stayed in the air defying gravity itself, Toshinori had no idea how that worked. His hunched over posture of a hidden 6'3 snapped ramrod straight as he forcibly grew an extra foot in height. Gone was the haunting visage of his true form and in its place stood All Might the legendary number one hero of Japan and friend of America.

First offering an apology for the wait All Might quickly zipped over to the door and opened it wide. What greeted the hero on the other side of the door was a man dressed incredibly similar to a government agent with only one defining difference being that he carried a gun on his person, marking him as an HPSC agent. Gun laws were much stricter in Japan with not even the police and government generally against using them, however the HPSC had seemed to make it a policy that every agent under them can carry a modern pistol for self defense. There had been a lot of push back when the policy was first implemented, but The implementation had been during a time of rampant villain attacks and illegal quirk usages. An unfortunate string of incredibly powerful villains appearing and terrorizing Japan, which was in the middle of adjusting to heroes, subsequently led to the early HPSC arguing that the dangers villains posed was too great for its agents to not be able to properly defend themselves. No one had seemed willing to question it since.

Apparently his speed had frightened the agent considering how the man had immediately tensed up upon seeing him. The frightened agent, without even a word, just quickly handed him a paper packet and basically ran away. 'What the?' At no point in All Might's long career had anyone other than low level villains ever run away from him in true fear. But even still villains only ever ran away for fear of being imprisoned. That agent had acted like the end of the world was just announced. Why? Closing the door and turning back into his private waiting room All Might walked over to a desk at the side of the room and placed the papers he'd just received on the desk then carefully sat down to read. Unfortunately due to his weight in his hero form All Might had to hold himself up with his leg muscles or risk crushing every normal chair he sat on. That wasn't here and now though right now he needed to immediately see whatever information was so terrifying that it had the agent rushing to leave.

However just one quick look at the packet soured his mood immediately. Nothing about it was world ending news in fact All Might found it to only be unpleasant information. The whole packet was a script of sorts, all thought up responses to questions that could be asked by reporters. Truthfully this would have been considered a very kind gesture, maybe a sort of friendly bridge the HPSC president was trying to build but there was one issue All Might had with the 'kind' gesture. The whole packet was basically geared entirely at slandering the government and how it was the irresponsibility of the agent present on screen, entirely glazing over the fact that he hadn't been there at all. Sure there was a plausible cover up for him missing but the rest was just placing blame on the government for making the situation worse.

'What the hell.' This was absolutely absurd. Did the HPSC president actually think he'd say this. So much of the packet was just lies, how would people even believe a majority of this. Granted All Might didn't stick around for the entire ordeal but even just from the videos he'd seen the news use it was obvious that no other hero was helping the agent, after all they were all present right outside the shopping alley. Was this the HPSC's attempt at giving him the chance to prove himself to them? If it was then it was a really terrible idea, even if he felt like he'd stained the symbol he stood for this was the equivalent of completely shattering it and becoming some political figurehead. No, even if he had majorly screwed up as Toshinori he wouldn't tarnish himself any further, as Toshinori or All Might.

Letting out a weary sigh All Might closed his darkened eyes and leaned back in his chair, his shame rearing its ugly head again. He knew what he had to do, what he was now forced to do, unfortunately this seemed to be the final straw for him, at such an inopportune time. All Might would be siding with Nezu and his hero schools the HPSC had shown its colors more than once to him, now those colors had become too bright for him to ignore anymore. All Might slowly opened his eyes and began to look back down; however out of the corner of his eye he caught something, a small makeup mirror. Focusing on it, All Might gazed upon his reflection, the image genuinely surprised the hero. All Might's iconic smile, the one he'd inherited from his mentor and promised to always wear was gone. Sure he could still smile just fine but every time he tried for the one he became famous with it always came out forced, fake.

All Might couldn't deny that over time the genuine smile he'd once worn at the beginning had become strained but he'd always been able to bring it up with pleasant memories and selfless courage every time it was needed. Now he just couldn't muster the same, it looked wrong but felt very right for the situation. All Might no, Toshinori was tired. It was just starting to truly show. 'But it came at the cost of me being a murderer.' Remorse, regret, sorrow, and so many other negative emotions were swirling in Toshinori's heart.

Maybe this was a sign, a sign for him to start thinking about the future. Make it even brighter than his now sullied symbol of justice. 'That sounds nice'

It was a good idea and could be the right idea. All Might made a decision right then after so long of standing tall as a beacon of hope, maybe it was time to begin passing what he's learned on to the next, pass on his mantle, his quirk, and his values. Time for Toshinori to be selfish just this one time as All Might. With those thoughts in mind All Might got up and began to prepare himself to meet the reporters. This change wouldn't be immediate. All Might was still needed but it would be a start to making him be less needed in time.

The future All Might was imagining was what brought his iconic smile back, yes this was the right choice. With only ten minutes to spare the number one hero began to prepare his own small speech, he'd never be able to come up with set responses for every question so all he did was prep a small opening. It was with a small bit of childish glee that brought the thought 'I'm totally going to break the internet.' It didn't matter to All Might though with every word he thought of his remaining unoccupied mind filled with happy possibilities, this was the best decision for what he was now. A dirtied symbol that was starting to gather rust with age as the gilded appearance it once had continued to be weathered by time.

When the time came All Might hadn't managed to completely ease the sense of shame he felt but he was definitely hopeful to move forward with the idea he had. This would be how he made it up to that boy, thinking back what he'd said to that boy was rather harsh. True a quirkless person would struggle with the situations he faced but why would anyone but him be in those kinds of environments. He should have encouraged the boy to pursue something else just as noble or heroic wise, not just close his dream then squash it and leave the young man with his thoughts. All Might had to stop that line of thought as much as he wanted to make right by the green haired youth right now wasn't the time for his grief. Later he'd think about it, let it haunt him and be his motivation to do better but right now was the wrong time.

All Might had to admit though that this probably wasn't well thought out, however anyone who's even a bit close to him could tell you that Toshinori and by obvious extension All Might weren't exactly driven by coherently planned thought, most of the time. No, what primarily drove the number one hero forward was his emotions such as his passion for saving people, pride in putting away criminals, and his joy at visibly seeing the world become better. So yes this decision wasn't entirely thought out and All Might hadn't even begun to think of the consequences but it just felt like the correct path to personally move forward.

That single thought was what drove All Might to stand up and move forward to the behind stage waiting room. Everyone was looking at him with noticeably worry, the agent probably spread the word about him not smiling. It was still a little mind boggling for the number one hero that such small actions from him could have this profound an effect, although his smile was a very prominent factor to his image. Maybe this would be a normal reaction then. Thoughts for later.

Having only five minutes before the press conference started All Might searched the room for his co-participant, the HPSC president herself. Sadly he had no say in the matter with the president throwing her entire political influence into the entire event. The whole press conference, which while it was inevitable, wasn't set up by him personally. In fact now that All Might thought about it everything down the the media channels present were most likely meticulously chosen by the president.

It really wasn't even a struggle to find her, the woman herself was surrounded by four armed bodyguards. Some of the only people with suits in the backstage waiting area. All Might didn't really wish to speak to her, the president hadn't looked up at him and seemed to be frowning at a tablet in her hand. Seemed she wasn't inclined to talk with him either, that was just fine for All Might, gave him time to think about his new ray of hope.

Having bolstered his confidence, All Might was ready to announce his sudden decision. Unfortunately with all these events All Might had to wait for his time of 'arrival'. It was a little gripe of his that every special event he attended they almost always tried to slip his catch phrase into the beginning, it was cool the first few times now it's just a bit annoying. Especially when he had to do a superhero landing as well he always had to be careful about how much power he used to slow his descent just enough where it still looked believable but be safe for himself.

Thankfully this wasn't one of those times, all he had to do was wait for the panel of the HPCS president and his own hero agency manager to go out first then all he'd have to do is speed blitz to center stage and do his bit. Not hard but nerves have been part of All Might's entire hero career, he'd never entirely grown out of the shy insecure young boy he once was. That didn't matter much right now since it was finally time to go out, in a blue blur the number one hero rushed out on stage in his hero costume and appeared before the crowd. As was normal now the crowd absolutely exploded into cheers once he'd uttered his catchphrase of "I AM HERE" although what followed immediately after was a tide of incoherent questions.

'Well now or never I suppose' All Might took a deep breath, it was a bit harder to get his words out with all these people. Raising one hand then lowering it in a quiet down gesture the crowd finally started to tune down the questioning and solely focus on the symbol of peace. That was good, sweat gathered on All Might's palms, time to force himself to speak.

"Good citizens of Japan, before we begin I wish to first make an announcement of my own." Every reporter in the front rows was now studiously paying attention to every word he said, some even writing them all down like transcribers with recording devices already hit to record. "It has become incredibly obvious to me that time is becoming a looming threat of mine."

Faces in the audience seemed to grow cautiously curious about where his little speech was going. Some reporters had actually stopped writing. In his peripheral vision he could see that the HPSC president's composure seemed to also be cracking, her hand clenching and an eyebrow raised. "It's with that thought in mind that I have come to this heavy decision, a decision that has led me to believe that I should begin sharing my beliefs and experience with the next generations."

At that the president's knuckles turned white and she began to openly frown. The reporters had begun to furiously write while the audience had begun to break out into murmurs and some shout here and there, they were starting to get louder and louder. All Might knew he had to start wrapping it up now. "YES! I have decided that I shall pursue the noble occupation of teaching new prospective heroes while still working as a pro! So I hope you new hero hopefuls are ready because I could be your future teacher, you better prepare you zygotes!"

All Might couldn't help the small shiver from running down his spine, his old teacher, the one who would constantly use that phrase when training him, was still scary all these years later. The president's whole fists were now completely white from the pressure she was putting them through. The crowd had regained some excitement and seemed to be growing in volume even more rapidly than before, uh oh. He Quickly had to continue.

"Unfortunately it's also with a heavy heart that I announce my plan to retire." The crowd went deathly silent at that announcement. His agency manager went deathly pale and the HPSC president's rage evaporated and was replaced by visibly dawning horror. Yeah All Might hadn't thought this through entirely but he was tired, becoming jaded, besmirching his own symbol. He wouldn't abandon the world of heroics teaching would hopefully become his new life passion, a way to teach new prospects to learn from and never repeat his mistakes. All while also striving for a better future that he'd fought for for the last 28 years of his life. The future he'd trained for seven years to be able to achieve. The path he followed that led to him becoming so heavily damaged and in the middle of losing his passed down quirk.

"In five years I plan to officially retire from being a Pro Hero. I thank all of you dearly and truly from the bottom of my heart for all the support. I ask you now that you do not become hung up on me but look towards the future of even brighter heroes. Thank you one and all." At the end of his speech All Might held one finger to the sky and then gestured to the entire crowd, to the world beyond the cameras. Everything was quiet no one in the crowd spoke, the HPSC president was gobsmacked, while his agency manager was stunned.

Elsewhere in a dilapidated warehouse filled with medical equipment a scared man in a suit sat frowning, in a bar a lengthy man with pale blue hair destroyed a cup of juice he was holding, at the most technologically advanced island in the world a top inventor dropped a screw driver he was using on a certain piece of headgear, In a hero agency a once sidekick was trying desperately to maintain composure, in the middle of a run down building sat a killer bandaging his recently cut off nose scowling at his TV, and in a one room apartment an old man let out a long sigh while making taiyaki. All Might could have sworn he saw tears forming in multiple peoples eyes and then the world erupted into sound.

OKAY 3rd chapter done, so yeah kind of used this chapter to develop the next little plot point for Midoriya and drop what I hope was something big in All Might's perspective. Along with quite a bit of world building to boot, maybe too much? Anyways, the next chapter will officially start the beginning of the big training segment for Izuku and the start of the first arc of the story. More character as well possibly? Welp see you when i see you in the next chapter.