I sat in the agency's break room, my hero costume scuffed from the Stain fight, sipping water to ground myself. Iida was across the room, glasses hiding his eyes, leg bandaged but healed from Stain's cuts. Todoroki leaned against a wall, his heterochromatic gaze wary, still processing my rage-fueled outburst.
Burnin bustled in, fiery hair flaring. "Midoriya, you're awake! Endeavor's milking the Stain takedown for all it's worth." She grinned, but her eyes flicked to Iida, sensing his tension. I nodded, internalizing my aura, Saiyan senses picking up Iida's faint, troubled ki—only I could sense it, a Saiyan trait.
"Iida," I said, standing, "we need to talk." He stiffened, shoulders tense. "Not now, Midoriya." His voice was low, guilt-laden. I stepped closer, aura internalized, ki steady. "It's about Tensei." His head snapped up, eyes wide behind glasses. Todoroki glanced over, curious but silent. I gestured to a quiet corner, away from sidekicks. Iida followed, reluctance in every step.
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In the corner, I faced Iida, his Engine quirk dormant, his face a mask of pain. "Iida," I began, voice soft, "Tensei's alive." He froze, glasses glinting. "What?" His tone was sharp, disbelieving. "I… used a power," I said, careful not to reveal the system. "I brought him back, fully healed. He's at the hospital, awake, walking." Iida's fists clenched, tears welling. "That's impossible. I saw him die." I placed a hand on his shoulder, Saiyan strength restrained. "It's true. Your family's with him. Go see him."
He shook his head, voice breaking. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I… I almost died for nothing!" Guilt hit me—his rogue hunt, my failure to stop him earlier. "I tried, but you were gone, chasing Stain. I'm sorry." Iida's shoulders slumped, tears falling. "I failed him… as a hero." I squeezed his shoulder, aura internalized, sensing his ki steadying. "You didn't fail. You fought for him. Now live for him." He nodded, wiping his eyes. "Thank you, Midoriya. I… I need to see him." He left, engines humming softly, heading for the hospital.
Todoroki approached, ice crackling faintly. "You saved Tensei?" His voice was low, probing. I nodded, dodging details. "Something like that." His gaze lingered, remembering my white-haired rage, but he didn't press. "You're not like the rest of us," he said, then walked away. I exhaled, the All For One memory—white hair, quirk stolen—stinging. I needed time alone, to process, to regain control.
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Endeavor's voice boomed from the briefing room, claiming Stain's defeat in a press conference. "The Hero Killer is down, thanks to my agency's efforts!" I tuned it out, slipping out of the agency, aura internalized, ki calm. Hosu's streets were calmer, Stain's shadow gone, but the city felt heavy. I apparated to a quiet rooftop, Harry Potter magic crackling, overlooking Hosu's skyline. The system was silent—no new pulls since Resurrection, its sleep protocol a reminder of my near-berserk state. My white hair, mirroring All For One, had scared Iida and Todoroki, and me. I needed to center myself, away from heroics, away from my father's shadow.
I flared my aura briefly, ki boosting my senses, scanning Hosu. No threats, just civilians resuming life, unaware of Tensei's revival. I internalized my aura, conserving ki, and cast Lumos, a soft glow lighting my notebook. I wrote about Iida—his guilt, his engines, his path back to heroism—and Todoroki, his fire and ice bridging his own scars. My Saiyan heart ached for Mom, for normalcy. I called her, her voice a balm. "Izuku, are you safe?" I smiled, "Yeah, Mom. Just… thinking." She fussed, "Come home soon, my hero." I promised, her warmth grounding me.
I spent hours on the rooftop, sketching, reflecting, ki steady. The system's balance, my Saiyan power, Resurrection's miracle—they were tools, not me. I was Izuku Midoriya, hero, not All For One's son. As dawn broke, I apparated back to the agency, ready to face Iida, Todoroki, and whatever came next, my heart steadier, my heroism intact.
Some time later
The U.A. training grounds were bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sun, the concrete expanse still scarred from yesterday's quirk exercises. Today, though, was about my friends: Iida, Todoroki, and Bakugo. They'd seen my power in the Sports Festival and Stain fight, but they needed to feel the gap, to train harder, to catch up. A spar would show them—not to crush spirits, but to ignite resolve.
Aizawa had approved the session, his bandaged face stern. "Midoriya, keep it controlled. No one dies." (A/N: Aizawa cares about his students, he just doesn't show it & hides it under that strict teacher facade) His eyes lingered, the Stain takedown's credit claimed by Endeavor still a sore point—heroes-in-training couldn't use quirks publicly, so my white-haired rage stayed hidden. Iida, Todoroki, and Bakugo gathered on the grounds, their costumes ready, expressions a mix of determination and wariness.
Iida adjusted his glasses, his Engine quirk humming softly. "Midoriya, thank you… for Tensei. I'm ready to train." His voice was steady, but guilt lingered from his rogue hunt. Todoroki stood, ice crackling faintly on his right side, fire suppressed but ready after our semifinal. "Let's see what you've got," he said, heterochromatic eyes sharp. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, sparks popping. "Don't hold back, Deku. I'll close the gap, or die trying."
I nodded, internalizing my aura, ki calm. "This isn't about winning—it's about pushing limits. I'll use 30% of my power. Flare your quirks; show me what you've got." The system was silent, no pulls, but its balance felt right—my Saiyan strength was immense, but restraint defined heroism. We spread out, Aizawa watching from the sidelines, his scarf twitching.
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The Spar: Izuku vs. Iida
We started with Iida, his Engine quirk roaring as he charged, Recipro Burst blazing. "Let's go, Midoriya!" His legs pumped, speed a blur, aiming a kick at my chest. I internalized my aura, sensing his ki signature—fast, precise, driven by resolve. I flared 30% ki, green aura exploding, Saiyan speed outpacing his burst. I sidestepped, the wind from his kick ruffling my hair, and countered with a controlled palm strike, Kinetic Glove amplifying the force. Iida skidded back, pavement cracking, but rolled to his feet, engines revving for Recipro Extend. His extended kick whistled, but I used Apparition, Harry Potter magic crackling, teleporting behind him. "Too slow," I said, grabbing his ankle, Saiyan strength halting him mid-kick.
Iida twisted, engines whining, breaking free and launching a barrage of kicks, his form flawless from Ingenium's legacy. I dodged, aura flaring briefly to boost my speed, internalizing it to sense his next move. He feinted low, aiming high—I caught his leg, spinning him like a top, releasing him to skid across the ground. "You're stronger since Stain," I said, aura internalized, ki steady. "But push your speed—add unpredictability." Iida stood, glasses glinting, engines humming. "Noted!" He charged again, Recipro Turbo, a sustained burst propelling him like a missile. The ground tore, but I flared my aura, ki surging, and met him head-on, a palm block stopping his kick cold. The impact echoed, shockwave rippling, but my Saiyan durability held, no strain.
Iida staggered, engines sputtering, but his eyes burned. "How…?" I released him, aura internalizing. "It's not about power—it's control. Your Engine's fast, but predictable. Mix feints with bursts." He nodded, panting, respect in his gaze. "I'll train harder." Aizawa grunted approval. "Good. Next."
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Izuku vs. Todoroki
Todoroki stepped forward, his right side frosting, left untouched. "Don't hold back, Midoriya," he said, voice even. Ice surged, a jagged wave crashing toward me. I flared 30% ki, green aura roaring, and leaped through, Saiyan speed shattering the ice with a punch. Shards flew, but Todoroki was ready, fire erupting from his left, a flame wall scorching the air. The heat singed my costume, but Saiyan durability shrugged it off, my internalized aura sensing his ki shift. "Good—both sides!" I encouraged, apparating to his flank, Apparition crackling. He countered with an ice spear, but I cast Protego, the magical shield deflecting it, sparks flying.
Todoroki's eyes narrowed, unleashing a dual attack: ice to trap my feet, fire to engulf me. The arena steamed, cold and heat clashing. I internalized my aura, sensing his ki, and flared ki, aura exploding, shattering the ice with a stomp. The fire licked my skin, but I charged, Kinetic Glove amplifying a punch aimed at his guard. He blocked with an ice wall, but my 30% strength cracked it, shards raining. "You've grown," I said, dodging his fire blast, "but sync your sides better—ice for defense, fire for offense." Todoroki nodded, flames roaring, ice surging in tandem—a steam vortex blinding me.
I used Stupefy, the stunning spell cutting through the mist, grazing his arm. He staggered, but countered with a point-blank ice-fire punch, the clash exploding in steam. I tanked it, Saiyan resilience holding, and apparated behind him, landing a restrained kick to his back. Todoroki skidded, ice cracking, but rolled, unleashing a massive dual wave—ice to freeze, fire to melt and steam. The arena trembled, crowd gasping, but I flared my aura, ki boosting my speed, weaving through the chaos. I used Transform, shifting into a water form to absorb the steam, then reverted, grabbing his arm, twisting gently to pin him. "You're close," I said, releasing him. "Train the synergy—your power's unmatched when balanced."
Todoroki stood, breathing heavy, flames and ice coiling. "I will. Thanks, Midoriya." His gaze held gratitude, the semifinal's lesson sinking deeper. Aizawa nodded, "Effective. Last one."
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Izuku vs. Bakugo
Bakugo cracked his knuckles, sparks popping, gauntlets glowing. "Finally, Deku. No holding back—show me everything!" His red eyes burned, USJ and the finals fueling his drive. I nodded, aura internalized, ki calm. "30% again. Come at me." He launched, explosions propelling him like a rocket, a barrage of blasts scorching the air. I flared my aura, ki surging at 30%, green light blazing, and dodged, Saiyan speed a blur. The blasts cratered the ground, but I closed in, Kinetic Glove ready. "Faster!" I said, blocking a punch with my palm, the explosion rattling my arm but not breaking it.
Bakugo snarled, "You think that's all?!" He unleashed AP Shot, a piercing explosion aimed at my chest. I internalized my aura, sensing its ki, and sidestepped, apparating to his side, Apparition crackling. He spun, gauntlet blasting, but I cast Protego, the shield sparking, deflecting the force. "Good aim," I said, landing a controlled punch to his guard, 30% ki cracking his gauntlet. Bakugo skidded, smirking. "Bastard!" He propelled upward, Howitzer Impact spinning toward me, a fiery tornado.
The crowd gasped, but I flared my aura, ki boosting my leap, soaring through the blast, Saiyan durability tanking the heat. I landed behind him, telekinesis gone, but Accio summoned his gauntlet's strap, yanking him off-balance. He blasted free, diving with a point-blank explosion. I used Transform, shifting into a rubber form to absorb the impact, then reverted, countering with a kick to his legs. Bakugo rolled, standing, sparks raging. "You're hiding something, Deku!" He chained blasts, creating a smokescreen, then charged from the haze, gauntlets unleashing a double explosion.
I internalized my aura, sensing his ki through the smoke, and dodged, aura flaring, ki surging. I cast Stupefy, stunning him briefly, and landed a flurry of punches, each a controlled thunderclap. Bakugo blocked, but the force sent him skidding, gauntlets denting. "Train your precision," I said, aura internalizing, ki conserved. "Your power's there, but control it." He stood, panting, eyes fierce. "I will, Deku. Next time, I'll crush you." Respect burned in his gaze, the finals' loss a spark.
Aizawa called time, the grounds scarred but intact. "Session over. Good work." Class 1-A clapped from the sidelines, Uraraka cheering loudest. Iida adjusted his glasses, "Thank you, Midoriya. I'll train harder." Todoroki nodded, "Your feedback is… useful." Bakugo scoffed, "Tch, don't get cocky." Their resolve ignited mine—they'd catch up, and I'd push harder.
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The spar left me energized, ki steady, aura internalized. Aizawa dismissed us, his voice gruff. "Internships resume tomorrow. Rest." I nodded, heading to the dorms, my body aching slightly from restraint—Saiyan Physiology demanded more, but balance was key. Uraraka caught up, her smile bright. "You were amazing, Midoriya! They'll be stronger for it." I blushed, her warmth grounding me. "Thanks. You too—your floats would've been perfect in that spar." She giggled, "We'll train together sometime!" Kirishima fist-bumped me, "Manly session, dude!" Tsuyu ribbited, "Ribbit, you're a good teacher." Their praise warmed me, my heart swelling—these bonds were real, stronger than any power.