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“Sugar?”

Midoriya Izuku took one, two lumps from the cup of sugar cubes that was offered to him. He stirred the tea inside his cup around with a spoon, watching as the white particles melt away.

He watched unimpressed as All Might tipped five sugar cubes into his own cup.

All Might’s apartment was modest. Well—it was more modest than Midoriya expected from the famous number one hero celebrity. It suited the man, though, Midoriya had to admit.

“What?” All Might asked, raising an eyebrow at the stare Midoriya gave him. Midoriya shook his head in disapproval.

“Surely that much sugar isn’t good for someone your age,” Midoriya told him.

“I’m not that old!” All Might choked defensively.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Midoriya flatly noted. “It looks like One For All has put quite a strain on your body over the years. You used to be in better shape a few years ago.”

“Well… age will do that to anyone, won’t it?”

Midoriya shrugged. “I guess even All Might isn’t infallible to the inevitable, eh?”

“No,” All Might said, “I’m not.”

“Have you found a successor yet?”

All Might spared one glance at the green-haired boy. It didn’t go unnoticed from Midoriya, much to the boy’s exasperation.

“Other than me—we already agreed what a horrible idea that would be,” Midoriya said. “You don’t have any other choices in mind?”

“I’ll be teaching at U.A. this year,” All Might explained. “I’m going to try to scout out potential candidates there.”

“Oh? What are you teaching?”

“Foundational hero studies.”

Midoriya snickered, setting down his empty teacup having finished. “Well, it seems we’ll be seeing each other more this year then.”

All Might’s eyes popped out of his head and he spat out his tea, some of the drops landing on Midoriya’s face. Midoriya wiped his face with his arm, disgusted.

“That was a bit of an overreaction,” Midoriya noted.

What?” All Might yelled, slamming his teacup down on the table and standing up so he was towering above Midoriya.

“I applied to U.A. this year and passed the entrance exam,” Midoriya said. “Barely made the cut, actually. I was one of the last ones to make the mark to join the hero course.”

“Does your father know?”

Midoriya laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He usually only got nervous whenever the topic of his dad was involved—it was never a good time for anyone, including him. “I forged the signatures on his behalf. It’s possible he knows, but he hasn’t mentioned it.”

“That’s a resounding no, then,” All Might sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “Do you always have to make things so difficult for everyone?”

“I was going to tell him eventually but it just… never came up,” Midoriya sheepishly said. “Whoops?”

“It’s not too late,” All Might told him. “Tell him now.”

Midoriya winced, looking away. “…Now?”

Now.

“He’s not going to take it well,” Midoriya said. “He might actually kill me if he found out. I mean—straight up—you might find my body in a ditch dead tomorrow because of this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Midoriya, we both know you’re the one person in this world he wouldn’t hurt,” All Might huffed. “The man gave up villainy to raise you, for god’s sake.”

“Yeah, but…” Midoriya coughed into his hand, “that could always change.”

“How long are you planning on keeping it a secret from him?”

“Oh, I’ve got tons of prepared measures to keep him from finding out,” Midoriya said. “I’m already registered in this other high school that’s right nearby our house and I’ve paid off tons of alibis that—”

Midoriya explained his plan for a full ten minutes while All Might poured the both of them another cup of tea and they each put the same number of sugar cubes into their cups much to All Might’s amusement. Midoriya made an even more horrified face this time when All Might plopped five sugar cubes into his tea again.


Ah, shit.

Bakugou angrily averted his eyes away at the sight of Midoriya at the entranceway of the Class 1-A classroom. His mind was racing—why, why was that boy here?

He had no right to be there. Especially considering who his fucking dad was.

A few seconds later, he spared another glance at Midoriya and shit—yep, he wasn’t imagining things. He was still there, and apparently very much real.

Fucking Midoriya Izuku.

“Hi Kacchan!” Izuku waved at Bakugou.

“Don’t talk to me,” Bakugou muttered with contained fury in his voice. “Pretend like you don’t know me.”

“Oh, alright.” Izuku cleared his throat before holding out his hand with a friendly smile on his face. “Hi! I’m Midoriya, Midoriya Izuku! What’s your name?”

“Why you—!” Bakugou lunged for Izuku, who took a step back to swiftly avoid the familiar attack. “You fucking know what I mean!”

“Don’t fight in the classroom!” Iida shouted at Bakugou. “Don’t you have even a modicum of respect for the room we’re standing in right now?”

“Shut up!” Bakugou yelled back in Iida’s face. “Who cares about any of that crap? We’re here to become heroes, I don’t give a fuck about ‘respect for the room’, it’s not like any of that crap is going to help us become better heroes!”

“It’s called discipline!” Iida adjusted his glasses. “Something that you clearly don’t have.”

“He’s never had discipline,” Midoriya muttered under his breath with a sheepish face. “I don’t think it’s even a word in his vocabulary.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Bakugou asked Midoriya.

“Hmm…” Midoriya rubbed his chin. “Maybe?”

Iida shot Midoriya a look. Bakugou’s face was physically red with seething fury at this point, but he knew nothing he could say or do would stop that shit-eating attitude of Midoriya. All he could do was stand there and take it—god, if there was one person in the world Bakugou could pick on, he fucking wished it wasn’t Midoriya that was off limits…

This world was unnecessarily cruel.

“Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends.”


Midoriya came in last for most of the tests.

He shrugged it off. He didn’t look worried, despite Aizawa’s continued threats of expulsion. He even yawned while Bakugou was showing off his free-throw.

Expectedly, that pissed Bakugou off.

“This is stupid,” Midoriya stated when handed the ball. Aizawa’s eye twitched. “Like, real stupid.”

“What kind of quirk assessment is this? You’re only evaluating based on physical prowess!” Midoriya shouted at Aizawa, causing the rest of the class to stare at Midoriya in either shock or curiosity (Bakugou wondered why he was stirring up the beehive for seemingly no reason). “Take the girl whose quirk is being invisible, for example!”

Hakagure slightly jumped at the mention, slinking back at the pressing stares the other classmates sent her way.

“Her quirk is valuable, but this quirk assessment test wouldn’t be able to assess that!” Midoriya argued. “Don’t you think this test is a little unfair in the slightest?”

“Unfair?”

Aizawa towered over Midoriya, his tired eyes snapping wide open to glare at Midoriya in full force. Most of the other students look terrified for Midoriya except the ones that remained mostly indifferent to the situation.

“The world is unfair. There will always be situations where the odds aren’t stacked in your favor, but you have to turn the tables anyways. That’s what’s expected of you as a hero.”

Midoriya crossed his arms. “And? That doesn’t make people absolutely useless if their quirk can’t be applied to every single situation.”

“I just think you’re biased towards quirks that give students the upper advantage when it comes to physical abilities, despite you having been the underdog at some point who had to prove everyone that not everything is about those attributes!” Midoriya pointed accusingly at Aizawa. “Yes, that’s right! I’m calling you out right in front of your own students! Hypocrite!”

Aizawa blinked at Midoriya.

“You’re expelled.”


“Sugar?”

“Yes, please.”

All Might passed over the cup full of sugar and watched as Midoriya only scooped one cube of sugar into his teacup this time. All Might, in return, put three sugar cubes into his own teacup.

“Only three this time?” Midoriya asked in amusement.

All Might dumped one more sugar cube into his teacup at the teasing remark. Midoriya smiled, despite everything, idly stirring his teacup together.

“So, I heard you got expelled.”

“I was asking for it,” Midoriya said. “All things considered; it was well warranted.”

“You shouldn’t have pushed him,” All Might scolded.

“I can’t help it!” Midoriya argued. “It’s not like I actually came to this school to… become a hero or anything.”

“You remind me too much of your father.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“There’s nothing good about your father,” All Might said. That got a chuckle out of Midoriya.

“Agree to disagree,” Midoriya said. “Is there any way to dispute my expulsion?”

“In the end, Nedzu’s the one in charge of the school,” All Might explained. “He has the final say in the matter.”

“Cool.” Midoriya took a sip of his tea. “How do I contact him?”

All Might shot Midoriya a dubious look, one full of distrust. “…Young Midoriya, what is it exactly that you are planning to say to him?”

“Oh,” Midoriya shrugged, “I’ll probably just tell him my dad’s a supervillain. Come up with some sort of sob story that’ll convince him to let me to stay.”

“That is a terrible idea.”

“What? What? Like it wasn’t going to come out eventually?” Midoriya rolled his eyes. “You and Kacchan already know. It’s only a matter of time before everyone else finds out. Also, wouldn’t this be benefitting you? Why are you so against it?”

“I worry for you,” All Might confessed. “Aren’t you worried for what could happen to your father?”

“He can take care of himself,” Midoriya said. “He’s survived for more than two centuries now, and I’m still trying to make it through my second decade. Which, at this rate, I’m told that I won’t last. Still worth a try in my opinion.”

“Wait, do you think I’m going to turn full villain because of my dad or something?” Midoriya asked All Might. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

Midoriya gritted his teeth in annoyance. “I thought,” he said, “you already decided that I wouldn’t turn out that way when I was like, ten. You’re already having doubts about me?”

“I don’t know!” All Might said defensively. “Is it not natural for me to be on alert about the son of my archnemesis?”

“Well, I thought you had a little more trust in me than that!” Midoriya cried. “Apparently not.”

“Don’t you see how absolutely ludicrous it would be for you to tell Nedzu that?” All Might said. “What if he doesn’t believe you? What if he calls the heroes into your house to investigate?”

“By that point, we’ll already be screwed ‘cause dad’ll know I applied to U.A. behind his back.”

All Might covered his face with both hands in frustration and he let out a long-suffering groan. “I would’ve never thought that having to deal with his son would be more stress inducing than the man himself.”

“That’s just how people generally react to me,” Midoriya said. “I don’t know if I should take pride in knowing I have that effect on people or if I should try to work on it…”

“You could’ve turned out worse,” All Might said. “This is the lesser of some evils.”

“Some?”


“I’m back!”

“God damnit!” Bakugou shouted, slamming his face into his desk causing the students sitting around him to jerk in surprise. “Fuck!”

“You’re back,” Yaoyorozu said, sighing. “Not that I expected anything different…”

“I thought you got expelled, though!” Uraraka said. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Midoriya lied. “All I know is that they decided not to expel me. Aizawa-sensei’s letting me off with a warning this time.”

“That’s a relief…” Uraraka sheepishly said.

“It’s not like you didn’t deserve it, though,” Sero said. “Seriously, Midoriya, what were you thinking going off on the teacher like that?”

“I guess I went a little overboard…” Midoriya said. “I’ll try to tone it down in the future.”

“Tone it down?” Mina tipped her head sideways. “What do you mean by that?”

“Ah—well, never mind.”


“T—thank you, Shouta,” All Might stuttered. “You really—”

“Is this a joke?” Aizawa asked All Might in disdain. “You’re not actually going to pick him as your successor, are you?”

“He’s a candidate,” All Might lied. He used to be a candidate, but Midoriya had already expressed his disdain to being “used” as a chess piece against his own father. “You saved my skin there.” God only knew what would happen if All For One found out his son got expelled from U.A.

“Don’t expect me to make a habit out of it,” Aizawa said. “I won’t be so merciful next time. I don’t understand what you see in him, though. I only agreed to revoke the expulsion because…”

All Might on the floor in dogeza position begging Aizawa to repeal the expulsion.

“…you seemed desperate for me to do so.”

“It’s important to me,” All Might said. “I want to keep a close eye on him, and he’s a good kid at heart. I’ve seen him in action.”

“A good heart can only go so far,” Aizawa scoffed. “If you want him to succeed as a hero, you should’ve already been training him before he even stepped foot in this school.”

If only I could tell him that’s not the case! All Might thought with frustration. He was keeping an eye on him, but for different reasons. He was a good kid at heart though—that part wasn’t a lie.

How… strong was young Midoriya?

All Might himself didn’t know. He knew the young lad had All For One, same as his father, but he’s never seen Midoriya… use it.

“It’s complicated,” All Might sighed.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Something about this feels wrong. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“I’m afraid it has to do with personal matters,” All Might said. “I need to consult Nedzu on the matter.” But then again—he wasn’t sure if it was in his place to. Midoriya wouldn’t be happy, no doubt, but that was the least of his worries.

All For One wasn’t aware that he had already discovered young Midoriya years ago, and that man would definitely not be happy when he finds out that they had been communicating with each other…

All Might groaned.


“What the hell,” Shinsou remarked at the sight of Midoriya during lunch, “are you doing here?”

“To become a hero,” Midoriya casually said. Shinsou didn’t look convinced in the slightest at the unsatisfactory answer.

“What’s the real reason why you’re here?”

“Who cares?” Hatsume said, slinging an arm around Midoriya. “Oh, I can’t wait to show off my babies using you! This is a dream come true!”

Shinsou looked to Yaoyorozu for an answer, but Yaoyorozu didn’t have much to offer on the matter either. “The only thing’s he done since he’s come here is talk back to the teachers and express how, and I quote, ‘horrible’ the hero ranking system is.”

“Which it is!” Midoriya said. “What, nobody’s going to agree with me? I thought you guys were supposed to be my friends!”

“Society, blah blah blah, I’m just here to make miracles happen!” Hatsume laughed. “Society can burn in front of my eyes and I wouldn’t even blink!”

Shinsou grimaced. “I knew I should’ve applied to Shiketsu instead.”

“And here I thought we were friends,” Hatsume pouted. “Stop being such a pessimistic baby! You’re just upset because you got stuck with the general ed kids.”

“Mei!” Yaoyorozu scolded Hatsume, mortified at the rude remark.

“She’s not wrong,” Shinsou said. “I am bitter. Midoriya doesn’t even want to become a hero—why the hell is he here?”

“Alright, you got me,” Midoriya said, putting on an exaggeratedly disappointed face. “The truth is… I’m here to take down the hero system…”

Midoriya winked at them and formed his hand into a thumbs up. “…from the inside!”

The three of them stared at him.

“Momo, I’m going to kill him,” Shinsou said. “Can I kill him? Or will they expel me for attempted murder?”

“Don’t kill him,” Yaoyorozu, who looked just as unamused as Shinsou, exasperatedly told Shinsou as if he wasn’t joking.

“I’d actually pay to see him try,” Hatsume snickered. “I’d bet my money on Izuku.”

Shinsou glared at Hatsume, crushing the milk carton in his hands.

Meanwhile, everyone who sitting nearby that lunch table thought, what an unusual group of friends…


“Hey, Midoriya.”

Midoriya looked up to see Kaminari and Mineta standing in front of his desk. “Yeah?”

“What’s your quirk?” Mineta asked.

Midoriya blinked, taking a moment to ponder what he should tell the two.

“Quirk analysis.”


“I have my father’s quirk,” Midoriya told Uraraka. “I don’t use it, though.”

“Huh?”

“I can breathe fire,” Midoriya explained. “It’s not very practical, especially considering what hero work usually entails.”

“So, you used your fire breath to take down robots during the practical exam?” Uraraka asked with a confused expression.

“Oh, I didn’t.” Uraraka waited for Midoriya to explain how he took down the robots.

Midoriya didn’t.


“I can read people’s minds,” Midoriya said. “I don’t do it because I respect other people’s privacy.”

Todoroki looked at Midoriya with a blank expression.

“Prove it.”

“Alright, alright, stand very still…” Midoriya held two fingers up to the temple of his head, “I’m about to guess what your favorite food is…”

“Come on, Midoriya, everybody knows—” Sero was cut off before he could finish.

“Sushi,” Midoriya guessed.

Silence filled the room. Todoroki took a deep breath as members of their class waited in anticipation for Todoroki’s answer…

“No.”


“I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while, but how did you pass the entrance exam?” Yaoyorozu asked Midoriya. “I never pried you about it, but I always thought you were quirkless.

“Eh?!” Mina exclaimed with surprise. “He’s quirkless?! He told me that his quirk was shock absorption!”

“Wait, I thought his quirk was being able to attract small objects. He said he got it passed down to him from his mom!” Kirishima said.

“I didn’t pass the entrance exam though, I got in through recommendations,” Midoriya lied. “All Might recommended me.”

“Seriously?!” Uraraka shouted with surprise and widened eyes.

“Nah,” Midoriya said. “It’s not like All Might recommending someone would mean anything anyways. I mean have you seen the man’s teaching techniques?”


“He’s on to me,” Midoriya told All Might while sitting on the couch of a private room somewhere in U.A.

“Who is? Your father?” All Might asked. Midoriya hummed in confirmation.

“Chances are I’m not getting out of this alive,” Midoriya said. “And I thought my alibis were watertight! Damn, I wonder who was it that ratted me out.”

“Midoriya, are you… scared of your own father?”

Midoriya glanced up at All Might in slight surprise, not having expected the question. “That’s not… I was joking, you know.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“I think you’re being paranoid,” Midoriya nervously said. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He’s not actually going to murder me when he finds out. He’ll get mad but… I think he’ll get over it.”

“Young Midoriya, what is the real reason why you decided to enroll here?”

Midoriya looked at the floor. “I don’t know. I thought… I thought I could… change things. Now, I’m not so sure.”


“Izuku, we’ve been best friends since kids.” Shinsou placed both his hands on Midoriya’s shoulders with a firm but not tight grasp. “Because of that, I’ll try to put this as nicely as possible…”

“Stop this right now or I will kill you,” Shinsou said.

“But, Hitocchi—”

“Do not call me that,” Shinsou interrupted.

“—you’re one of the prime examples of everything wrong with this society! The system’s been against you ever since the start, and we need to—”

Shinsou covered Midoriya’s rambling mouth, which kept going even when being muffled.

“I know,” Shinsou said. “But I don’t want to be made into an agenda.”

Midoriya took Shinsou’s hand off his mouth. “—and I feel like we could make it a selling point of yours! Do you know how many people out there would look up to you if you just… told your story? You could be an inspiration! It’s prime marketing strategy 101—”

Shinsou put his hand back on Midoriya’s mouth.


All Might seethed at the sight of his old archenemy, All For One, showing up to the first year sports festival. No doubt in All Might’s head that he was here to see his son in action.

The rage he felt from the death of his mentor, Nana Shimura, had not subsided after all these years. He never had the chance to avenge her—since the man supposedly retired before they could ever face off again.

The supervillain (former supervillain?) sat in the crowd, seamlessly blending in the crowd of normal citizens. It sickened All Might.

He ran to find young Midoriya.

“Dad’s here?” Midoriya choked. “Ah, he found out.”

“He’s sitting in the front row,” All Might said. “Don’t tell me he’s here to…”

“I’m pretty sure he’s only here to watch me,” Midoriya said.

“Are you sure?” All Might squinted his eyes at the man. “What is he wearing?”

Midoriya looked to where his dad sat, innocuously looking at his phone while sporting a bright neon orange Hawaiian shirt with a leaf pattern. “Oh, that’s his favorite shirt.”

That’s his favorite shirt?” All Might said incredulously.

“It looks awful, but it’s endearing. It’s exactly the type of shirt that just screams ‘I’m that dad who would make dad jokes around my own son!’”

All Might shot a look at Midoriya.

“For the record, he is that type of dad.”

“I never wanted to hear those words in my life,” All Might muttered. “The thought of All For One being a normal father is somehow more terrifying than the prospect of him raising his son to be a villain.”

“I feel like I would’ve turned out more normal if that were the case!” Midoriya said. “I mean, I’m a goddamn mess, despite how I act at times! I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time! At least, if I was a villain, I’d have a simple goal. Like, kill you, or something, I don’t know!”

All Might chuckled. “Things would be less complicated if that were the case.”

“They would!” Midoriya agreed. “Damn you, dad, for doing a good job in raising me despite everything!”

This was mundane to All Might. Nothing made sense, yet everything did at the same time. All he knew was that young Midoriya… was a good kid.

That was enough.


The entire crowd gasped as Midoriya crashed straight into Todoroki, constricting the other boy in a tight grasp and leaned his face in so close that their lips touched.

All Might’s mouth fell open in horror, all of Class 1-A began screaming in their seats, and All Might momentarily glanced at All For One in the crowd who also bore an expression of complete shock and terror. Good to know they were on the same wavelength here.

“Momo,” Shinsou tapped Yaoyorozu on the shoulder, who was still watched the display of affection with a jaw-slacked expression. “Have… they been secretly dating this entire time?”

No,” Yaoyorozu said in a mix of awe and mortification. “No, they haven’t.”

“Oh my god,” Shinsou groaned. “Why? Why?

“I think it’s working,” Hatsume said. “Look at the Todoroki kid—he looks as red as a tomato!” she howled in amusement.

Midoriya slowly pulled away, shy smile on his face. “I like you,” he lowly muttered to Todoroki, who was as red-faced as Hatsume had described. “S—sorry.”

Todoroki, still in shock over what happened, fell over.

“W—what just happened?” Present Mic commentated to the entire audience. “How—how scandalous! And completely not allowed!”

“As expected from the problem child of 1-A,” Aizawa sighed.


“So, dad thinks me and Todoroki-kun have been dating this entire time,” Midoriya told All Might. “Do I dare tell him the truth?”

“Y—young Midoriya…”

“What?” Midoriya shrugged. “I did what I had to do to win.”

“But why?” All Might asked. “Why that?”

“Because nobody expects it? Look, it worked, didn’t it? You’re not about to lecture me, are you?”


“Me and Todoroki-kun are dating now,” Midoriya told All Might. “This is an unexpected development in our non-existent relationship.”

All Might spat his tea out. “What?

“I know, I know,” Midoriya said. “Do people normally skip the whole friends phase? Or are we taking this too fast? You’re the only adult I can ask—god knows dad won’t have the answer.”

“You’re right,” All Might said. “You are a mess.”

“I am a mess. A highly functional mess, but a mess nonetheless.”


Shinsou won the sports festival, which cause an uproar in the audience.

Someone from general education winning the sports festival? It was a rarity of its own, and Shinsou prided himself in that fact.

“Congratulations, Hitocchi!” Midoriya exclaimed, hugging Shinsou.

“Hitocchi?” one of Shinsou’s classmates snickered at the cutesy nickname.

“Midoriya, I swear to god…”


It’s been weeks since the school year had started, and most of Class 1-A had accepted Midoriya’s weird antics by now. Midoriya never showed signs of possessing a quirk, so the theory that he was actually quirkless was quickly accepted.

“Maybe he’s hiding his real quirk?” Sero suggested.

“I don’t think he is.” All heads turned to Yaoyorozu, who was happy to provide insight on what she knew of Midoriya. They were childhood friends, after all. “I’ve known him since middle school, and not once did he talk about his quirk. I think it’s highly likely that he just doesn’t have one.”

“How did he pass the entrance exam, then?” Tsuyu thought out loud.

“He did mention getting in through All Might’s recommendation once,” Uraraka said. “He said later that it was a joke, but maybe it’s not? I mean, they talk a lot, don’t they?”

“Yeah!” Mina said, realization dawning upon her. “He does talk to All Might a lot!”

“That’s kinda weird,” Kaminari commented. “They seem close to each other. It feels like they’ve known each other more than they let on.”

Everyone looked to Yaoyorozu for answers, but she had none.

“I don’t know anything about the nature of their relationship…” Yaoyorozu said. “Midoriya once mentioned that his father knew All Might, and that’s it. It’s entirely possible that may be the reason for why they talk so much.”

“Midoriya-kun’s so mysterious!” Tooru exclaimed. “So many unanswered questions!”

Todoroki blinked.


“Midoriya, what is your relationship with All Might like?” Todoroki asked.

Midoriya’s eyes widened at the question.

“W—what do you mean?” Midoriya feigned innocence.

“The class noticed that you two are… closer to each other than the rest of us.”

Midoriya remained quiet for a moment.

“He offered to take me under his wing when I was younger,” Midoriya said. Todoroki’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the revelation.

“You?” Todoroki asked, although who else would Midoriya be referring to?

“I told him no,” Midoriya said. “It’s not something I wanted at the time. Even now, it’s not really my thing. We’re just friends now—I’m his way of keeping tabs on my dad.”

“Keeping… tabs?”

“It’s complicated,” Midoriya sourly said. “I don’t really want to talk about it, if that’s okay with you? It’s just… ugh.”

“I understand,” Todoroki said. “I won’t pry.”

“Thank you.”


Iida was so sure he was about to die alone, but then Midoriya came.

Midoriya, the “problem child” of class 1-A. Midoriya, the one who had always joked around and never took class seriously enough. Midoriya, who always talked back to Aizawa-sensei and never performed well on anything combat-related to the class.

Midoriya, who was quirkless.

Stain managed to slice his blade through Midoriya’s arm—it wasn’t anything major, but it was enough to cut through the boy’s clothes and draw blood. Midoriya, though he hissed in pain, ignored it and ran past Stain straight to Iida.

“Midoriya!” Iida shouted in terror. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“I get told that more than you think,” Midoriya said with the same goofy grin as if they weren’t in a life-endangering situation at the moment.

Iida watched as Stain held up his blood-stained sword and licked the blood right off… but Midoriya was still moving in front of him, clearly not paralyzed. Stain’s eyebrows furrowed and Iida could feel confusion barreling through him, but his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he collapsed on the ground, his bones feeling stiff.

“Can you move?” Midoriya asked with a small smile. “You need to take Native and get him out of here.”

“What?” Iida asked ruggedly to Midoriya. “What about Stain? What about you?

“I’ll be fine,” Midoriya said with a smile. A smile that was so reassuring that Iida almost believed him. Almost.

“You can’t be serious!” Iida yelled. “This isn’t a joke—!”

“I’m not joking,” Midoriya said, smile gone. “Take him and go. Now.

“I can’t!” Iida shouted. “I can’t abandon you! I won’t abandon you!”

Stain lunged at them, and Midoriya frowned. Looks like he had no other choice, then.


“I forgot to give him back his quirk,” Midoriya said, regret thick in his voice. “I didn’t expect to pass out before he got arrested.”

“It’s okay,” All Might patted Midoriya comfortingly on the shoulder. “You can… well, we’ll have to see. I can pull some strings so you can have the opportunity to give him his quirk back.”

“It’s not a quirk I want anyways,” Midoriya said. “Licking other people’s blood is disgusting. Like, no thank you please.”

All Might laughed. He handed Midoriya the cup of sugar and watched the young student pour four cubes of sugar into his tea.

“Four this time?”

“I’m in the mood for sweeter tea today,” Midoriya said. “How’s your day been?”

“Terrible,” All Might said. “Not as terrible as what you’ve been through tonight—”

“I’m fine,” Midoriya said with a shrug. “Iida-kun, maybe not so. He got a big reality check tonight and if I hadn’t come, he probably would’ve died. I hope he’s okay…”

“Sorry,” Midoriya added. “I shouldn’t have interrupted. Continue?”

All Might smiled. “As I was saying…”


“Young Midoriya?” All Might asked.

“Go away!” Midoriya shouted from the other side of the door, clearly upset. He had locked himself in one of the private rooms of U.A.—the one they normally used to drink tea and converse in—and everyone was confused as to why. Aizawa looked unamused at the situation.

“Toshinori, what the hell is going on?” Aizawa hissed.

“I’ll explain later,” All Might said. “I promise. Could you… clear the hallway, please?” He glanced at the numerous students who had crowded around the door, intrigued by what was going on.

“You have some explaining to do,” Aizawa told All Might before gathering everyone he could and pulling them away.

Todoroki stayed behind, though.

“Midoriya, it’s me,” Todoroki said. He knocked on the door. “Can you open the door?”

“I can’t,” Midoriya said from the other side. “I’m sorry.”

Todoroki looked to All Might in desperation, but All Might didn’t know what to do or say. He knew why Midoriya was so upset, unlike everyone else, but All Might didn’t know how to… fix things.

“Young Midoriya,” All Might called out. “Let’s just… talk, alright? Is that okay with you?”

“No,” Midoriya growled. “Nothing’s okay. Nothing’s fine, everything’s horrible. I’m such an idiot for thinking I could… change things.”

All of a sudden, it hit All Might like a truck. The weird mannerisms, the constant defiance, everything

The real reason Midoriya enrolled in the school in the first place, despite showing no interest in becoming a hero.

“It’s about your father, isn’t it?” All Might asked sadly. Todoroki froze, his face a perfect snapshot of pure shock.

“Of course it is, it’s always been like that,” Midoriya said. “Everything’s always been about him, and now…”

“I just… really thought he could stay my dad forever,” Midoriya said. “If I tried hard enough and if maybe hero society wasn’t… the way it was. But I was wrong. I was so wrong for wanting to believe it.”

“Todoroki, can I ask a favor of you?” All Might asked the boy. “Me and young Midoriya need to have a private conversation. Is that—”

“Okay,” Todoroki agreed. “It’s alright. I’ll come back later.”


“Sugar?”

“I’m good,” Midoriya said, shaking his head. All Might set the cup of sugar cubes down on the table, just in case the boy changed his mind.

“Here,” All Might handed Midoriya a box of tissues. “Your eyes are red.”

“Yeah,” Midoriya wiped at his eyes even though he had stopped crying a while ago. “Dad always said I got that from mom. The ability to cry a ton—dad swore that it was a secondary quirk of hers.”

All Might paused. “Your mother?”

“I guess I don’t talk about her a lot,” Midoriya said. “All I know is that she loved dad a lot. I also look like her—it’s crazy how much we look alike.”

“Forgive me if it’s not my place to ask, but…”

“Complications with my birth,” Midoriya answered before All Might could even ask the question. “Don’t worry, my dad didn’t do anything to her. I don’t think dad would ever hurt family, period.”

Midoriya frowned. “I used to think that. Now, I’m not so sure.”

“I do not think anything has changed,” All Might said. “I’ve been theorizing that this would happen eventually.”

“What? That he’d relapse back into his old ways?” Midoriya spat. “I didn’t. I really thought he changed for the better.”

“Why does family have to be so complicated sometimes?” Midoriya added. “Why can’t things ever be easy?”

“I don’t want to fight dad,” Midoriya confessed. “Even if he does all these bad things… he’s still my dad who raised me with everything he could. I didn’t come out perfect but…”

“You won’t be forced to do anything,” All Might reassured Midoriya. “I promise.”

Midoriya groaned in frustration. “I’m stupid for thinking I could ever change anything…”

“I don’t think your efforts went to waste,” All Might said. “You changed the people around you. You may not have noticed it, but I have.”

“You’ve moved the hearts of everyone you encountered,” All Might continued, “You are… a strange child, to say the least.”

Midoriya snorted. “Thanks.”

“But that strangeness… is good,” All Might said. “It’s different. I never expected you to apply to U.A. but I think you are a good fit here.”

“Even with my quirk?”

“What quirk?” All Might winked knowingly at Midoriya. “I have faith in you, young Midoriya. If there’s anyone in the world who can convince your father to step down, it’s you.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“There’s always a plan B,” All Might solemnly said. “Why don’t we try your way first?”

“You’re…” Midoriya sighed in relief. “Different. A lot different than you used to be when we first met. I’m glad that we kept talking to each other.”

“I won’t ever like your father,” All Might said. “Not after what he did. You are a different story. I believe in you.”

Midoriya smiled. “Thank you.”


Iida approached Midoriya after the stain incident.

“Midoriya, can I ask you a question?”

Midoriya hummed.

“Are you actually quirkless?”

“No,” Midoriya said. “I’m not.”

“What is it then?”

Don’t be ashamed of who you are, All Might had told him. He had been keeping it all secret because he thought being cryptic was fun and all, but perhaps there was an ulterior motive to keeping it all in. An ulterior motive that he had been denying the existence of this entire time...

“My quirk,” Midoriya said, “is that I can take other people’s quirks.”

Maybe it was time for a change.