"Hey, did you hear?" a female student whispered to another. "We're supposed to be having a transfer student join our class today."

Another student tilted her head. "Really? Where are they from?"

The first girl shrugged. "No idea, but apparently, he's some kind of genius." She glanced at the door anxiously. "I wonder what he'll be like?"

Meanwhile, the boys were grimacing at the girls' nauseating conversation. They felt it weird how girls were interested in these things. It was just a boy transferring to class. It wasn't like All Might's kid would be-

Before they could speculate further, a sharp clap cut through the chatter.

"Alright, class! Take your seat right now," a young teacher-assistant walked to the center of the classroom. The actual teacher was slacking off, so she had to take care of them for now.

The sound of shuffling chairs echoed through the room as students hurriedly found their seats, chatter dying down into hushed whispers.

Once everyone settled down, she turned toward the entrance with an eager grin and gestured for someone outside to come in. "You may come in!"

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a boy with curly green hair and bright emerald eyes, dressed in the school uniform. The boy was tall-far taller than a kid his age should be. He towered over his peers, standing straight with a smile that gleamed under the classroom lights.

There were some gasps from the girls before they all started to squeal. The boys exchanged glances, barely holding back groans. What was so exciting about some random new kid?

That was what they were thinking until someone muttered under their breath. "Hey, isn't that All Might's son?"

The entire class immediately stopped talking and turned to stare at him. It was true. He got limited resemblance to the hero, but it was definitely him whom they had been seeing on TV for years now.

Not even the Symbol of Peace could keep the paparazzi from tracking down his home. The captured footage of what people believed to be the boy's punch at age five was eaten up by the media.

"You may know me from somewhere, but I'm going to start here." His voice was soft yet firm and strong, and carried clearly throughout the room. He spoke with confidence that most adults lacked and he looked every bit the part of someone who had already experienced more than any kid his age. "My name is Yagi Izuku. I love talking about heroes and anything to do with Quirks. Hope I'll get along with you all."

The smile he flashed them made their hearts skip beats. Even the boys were left confused while some felt intimidated. The assistant teacher was even confused at how smoothly he talked, far from what you'd expect from a ten-year-old. In the end, the teacher chalked it up to him being All Might's child-he was probably media trained as well.

"Alright," she said, clapping her hands together and snapping out of her daze, "we have a lot to cover today! Yagi, you can sit next to..." she looked around before pointing at a desk near the window in the last row of seats, "Yuki!"

Izuku nodded before heading toward his seat. The class continued with the lesson after the boy sat down on his chair and pulled out his books.

When lunchtime arrived, Izuku found himself swarmed by curious classmates.

Most had never seen a Pro Hero's child in person, nevermind the Number One Hero's son.

Questions came from all sides, ranging from mundane inquiries about his favorite food to theories about how he would become a great hero in the future. Some of his classmates asked questions about his parents or if he had any siblings.

Others were curious about his Quirk and what kind of abilities he might possess. Still more wanted to know if they could watch him practice at some point.

The girls were all over him, giggling as they complimented his hair or asked him to tell them more about his parents.

While some of the boys found it intimidating how popular he was, others were envious that they couldn't have the same amount of popularity as All Might's child.

Izuku tried his best to answer all their questions as honestly as possible, although he was careful not to reveal anything sensitive such as the location of his house or his training schedule for his Quirk.

His classmates soon discovered that despite his looks and fame, Yagi Izuku was actually pretty nice-and smart, too. The following lessons were a breeze, with him helping out struggling students or asking questions that gave insight on things the teachers had not thought of explaining in depth.

During physical education, his athletic ability was also impressive-not surprising considering his father was the greatest heroes ever. He managed to set records for jumping distance and sprinting speed without breaking a sweat while keeping up with other students easily despite his massive frame.

During volleyball practice, he managed to save one boy from having one nasty concussion as he caught the ball moments from hitting.

Some of the boys had to admit they were jealous, while others just looked in awe at him. It wasn't like he was just helping the girls, but he also encouraged the boys to work harder-even giving them advice on how to improve their Quirks.

Everyone knew he'd be a great hero someday. 'As expected of All Might's son,' most would mutter. 'Must be nice, being born into success,' the others would grumble under their breaths.

It seemed like, whenever Izuku was around, all eyes would be on him. Each word spoken would bring attention to him. The spotlight always shone on him.

Eventually, he'd be able to win over even the most critical of his peers by sheer charisma alone. One particular instance was when a boy with a purple hair and eye bags under his eyes named Shinsou Hitoshi were being isolated by his classmates due to his Quirk.

Most didn't even want to look at his direction, afraid that he lied about his Quirk and it was far more effective than he said it was.

It was a ridiculous notion. But most people fear the unknown and losing the control of your body, or worse being a prisoner of it, was potentially one of the most common fear for one to have.

Shinso wasn't surprised. He had learned early on that people were creeped out by him and his Quirk. The barbed 'jokes' about how he must have been a villain in a past life or the constant whispers behind his back didn't faze him anymore either. But they still stung more than he cared to admit sometimes.

So he was surprised when one day during lunch break he noticed someone sitting next to him, despite having specifically chosen this corner of the cafeteria to be alone at.

"Hey."

He blinked, turning towards the newcomer with raised eyebrows, wondering what the guy wanted from him. Maybe someone lost a bet and was sent to provoke him into using his Quirk? If that was the case then whatever...he didn't feel like dealing with them today.

To his surprise, however, it was Yagi Izuku himself who sat next to him. Hitoshi stared at him in confusion, wondering what he wanted. He was the most popular kid in class, heck, in the school-no way did he sit next to someone as weird as Hitoshi just because.

He frowned slightly and opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but was stopped when the boy spoke up first. "Do you want some company? You've been sitting here alone ever since I started attending."

"You mean no one wants to eat with me because I'm a freak," Hitoshi retorted automatically, voice laced with bitterness as the screeching sound of his fork on his plate. "What, did someone send you to mess with me?"

Izuku blinked, surprised at his words. He shook his head and said firmly, "No."

His eyes narrowed, "Then why would you want to hang out with me? We're not exactly friends or anything."

"True." He shrugged as he took a bite off his katsudon. "But that only meant we could become friends. And no, you're not a freak."

Hitoshi scoffed. "Am I your latest side-project? The Hero's son saving the loner...sounds like a great story." He paused and smirked bitterly. "I suppose I should feel grateful that you decided to grace me with your presence then?"

Izuku frowned. "If you don't want me here, just say so."

Hitoshi looked at him for several moments before sighing and shaking his head tiredly. "Sorry, that was uncool." He turned away from him and closed his eyes. "It's just that I'm used to people not wanting anything to do with me because of my Quirk, so..." He trailed off and fell silent, shoulders tense and clenched fists trembling slightly.

Izuku stared at him thoughtfully before nodding slightly and smiling apologetically, "Well...I won't force you to spend time with me. But you can talk to me if you need help or anything like that."

The two boys sat in silence for a few minutes, both finishing their meals before speaking up again. "Why are you being nice to me?" Hitoshi asked quietly after swallowing his last bite of curry rice.

"That's a weird question. I think being 'nice' to everyone should be the norm."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Okay then. Why are you being friendly towards me?" He corrected himself as he stared at him suspiciously, "What do you want from me?"

Izuku shrugged and answered simply. "Nothing. I just figured that you might appreciate some company, is all."

"You know, most people don't sit this close to me." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Aren't you afraid of my Quirk?"

"Eh? Why would I? We've been talking normally this whole time haven't we?" He replied nonchalantly before flashing a smile, "I think people were being paranoid about you using your Quirk on them. You seem like a cool kid."

"I could use my Quirk to brainwash you and make you do things you wouldn't otherwise. I could embarrass you enough that it'd affect your dad's reputation..."

"And I could pick up the school building and throw it to the ocean. But I don't do that, do I?" he chuckled. "Just don't do it then."

The purple haired boy was taken aback by how casual the response was. But eventually, he let out a quiet chuckle of his own. "...You're weird, Yagi. But...fine."

He extended his hand out to him and smiled. "My name's Shinso Hitoshi, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. I'm Yagi Izuku," he accepted the handshake, returning his smile before letting go. "I hope we can get along better from now on."

Hitoshi studied him, waiting for the usual signs-the hesitation, the fake smile, the hidden agenda. But there was none. Just unshakable sincerity. After a long moment, he exhaled softly. 'Alright. Let's see where this goes.'

He gave a nod and responded with equal sincerity, "You said that you like talking about Quirks. Do you think mine could be used to become a Hero?"

Izuku stared at him, as if not believing that he'd just ask him that, before grinning widely. "Of course! Your Quirk is crazy strong if trained right. I think you'd make an amazing Hero!" He said enthusiastically, "You could stop fights before they even start. Save people without throwing a single punch. That's incredible."

He nodded, smiling slightly. "Thanks." He hesitated, then spoke again. "Are you really fine with this? Others might start avoiding you."

"They won't," he chuckled. "I am All Might's son, after all," he proudly pointed out but there was something else in his voice. Something deeper than what was shown on the surface.

Hitoshi frowned, but the moment passed before he could put a finger on why. Maybe he was imagining it.

"But if you really wanted to be a Hero," he steered back the conversation before pausing briefly, "then you'd have to train your body too. Your Quirk's great since you don't always have to fight, but you'd have to be prepared for times you do."

Hitoshi blinked. It wasn't that what he said was that profound but obvious to anyone. Yet for some reason, he never considered it. "You're really invested in this huh?"

"Of course!" he pulled Hitoshi's shoulders and shook him in excitement, "Again: your Quirk's amazing! I'd really want to work with you once we're both Pro Heroes!"

Hitoshi groaned at the realization that Izuku was as energetic as his father appeared on TV.

Eventually, the two agreed to meet up regularly for training after school. Not that he had much choice-Izuku wasn't about to let him escape anyway.

They kept talking about where to start Hitoshi's training, even during class. Hitoshi had expected Izuku to end up isolated because of him. Instead, their classmates started talking to him more.

It didn't take long for everyone else to warm up to Hitoshi as well, especially after seeing how friendly he could be when given the chance. Sure, some people still avoided him, but the change was like night and day.

Besides, now that he had friends, Hitoshi found he didn't care what they thought anymore. He found Izuku giving him an encouraging grin from his desk. He returned the gesture with a small smile of his own, feeling grateful for everything his new friend had done for him.

When classes ended, they began training. Izuku's workout was different from Hitoshi's: while the latter focused on cardio and weight lifting, the former emphasized strength training and endurance, but Izuku could already give those using Quirks a run for their money when it came to stamina.

The day ended with Hitoshi gasping for breath while Izuku was barely winded. Even then, his friend assured him that he'd improve tremendously over time.

"I took a long time to get where I am now. 'Consistency is key.'"

While the purple-haired kid was unconvinced, he couldn't help but appreciate how supportive the other boy was of his goals.

After that, the two walked home together until their paths split at the crossroad.

Arriving at his house, he was greeted by his mother. "Izuku! Welcome back," her smile was warm.

"I'm home," he said, grinning brightly as he hugged her tightly.

"Izuku! How was school?" his father grinned, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Did you have fun?"

"Yup! It was awesome!"

They both looked relieved at hearing that. It was hard to tell whether they were relieved because of his attitude towards the transfer or the fact that it was a good day in general. "We're glad to hear that." Inko smiled sweetly at her son before patting him lightly on his head as well.

"I'm gonna rest for a bit," he told his parents. "Call me when dinner's ready?"

"Sure thing." Toshinori replied.

He made his way to his room, taking off his backpack before throwing himself onto his bed and letting out a tired sigh. His hands fell down to his sides, not physically exhausted, but mentally. Despite his outgoing appearance, he was, in fact, an introvert. And talking to other people were more exhausting to him than exercising was.

But it wasn't like he disliked them or anything. He was glad that, at this stage, he was able to help others. It was, after all, what his father would've done.

After a brief respite, he exhaled his exhaustion away, grabbing his bag to review the materials. There were some things he couldn't fully wrap his head around, and he wanted to figure them out. He could answer the questions, sure, but he didn't truly understand the concept.

'Maybe there were some forums online that explained it differently or a video about it', he thought. Thankfully, these days, entire courses from reputable schools' lecture were made available to the public.

He scratched his head, brows furrowed as he stared intently at the screen. He tried to understand the explanation better by reading it several times over, but nothing stuck out to him as helpful enough to really explain what he needed to know.

He let out a frustrated sigh and closed the tab, deciding to try another one instead. 'Maybe this will help...'

Several hours passed, he ate dinner with his family before going back. He was still looking through various sites and videos in hopes of finding some useful information about what he needed help with, but each result was only marginally better than the last one-in fact, more questions popped up on some of them.

Izuku rubbed his tired eyes, blinking too long as his consciousness faded to-

His alarm rang-it was already 1 AM. He stretched, shaking off the stiffness from sitting in the same position for hours.

This was his daily practice time. Every night, he stood before the mirror, refining his presence and delivery. Thankfully, their home was soundproofed-a necessity given the training he and his father often did in the early mornings.

Squaring his shoulders, he flashed a bright, confident smile-one just like his father's.

"There is no need to worry! Why? Because I AM HERE!"

He struck a pose, then repeated it, making slight adjustments each time. Then again. And again. He wouldn't stop until either the one-hour timer ran out, or he nailed exactly what he was going for, which happened rarely. But with each night, he'd get closer to his vision of how a Hero should look.

Tonight, he hadn't quite gotten the results he wanted, but the hour had already passed. He checked the time-past 2 AM.

With a sigh, he let it go. He could try again tomorrow. For now, he needed sleep-he had Quirk and physical training at six.

Some may think it was excessive, but not Izuku. He was, after all, All Might's son. His privileged upbringing only meant he had to excel at everything, or what was the point?

He gave his reflection one tired smile before getting an ointment from his drawer, one he bought in secret, that helped prevent the forming of eye bags. After that, he collapsed on his bed, ready for tomorrow's challenges.

Thanks for reading the chapter.

This chapter sets up the main theme of the story and the reason for the series title. While Izuku was born with everything, from a loving family, an OP Quirk, and being loved by people, it can, at times, be a double-edged sword. Being a son of All Might meant that expectations would be placed upon him.

This Izuku is unlikely to face physical challenges from the villains, but that also amplifies the expectations on him, if that made sense. And rather than fighting him head-on, that'd be his vulnerability.

For transparency, this won't become edgy (hope the last part didn't give that impression, I sometimes go too far on these things. ) nor would Izuku come to hate this. His admiration and love for his dad is the one that's pushing him to be the best hero he could.

But that meant lots of effort, potential sacrifices, and isolation. And he'd be mirroring some of All Might's actions, though since this is Izuku, he'd be dialing some of that up to 11.