Toga scrolled through the blog she was looking at, humming to herself and kicking her legs. Her and Dekkun were lying down on one of the beds the League set up as they planned where their new base would be. The mattresses were put of in a few of the rooms branching off the main one where all the tables were, and most of the newbies stuck around in them. They still avoided Dekkun and Toga. Kurogiri talked to them normally, and they all respected him as a leader. Shigaraki and Dabi were a sort of split—half were pretty social and nice with them while the others were dead scared of them.

Dekkun seemed fine with it though, and Toga couldn't care less if Dekkun didn't care either. Toga was glad he was back. Things were still dicey since the newbies had yet to see him in action, and he got called away by their literal top boss only yesterday. Toga had gone out and bought everything that Dekkun wrote on the list, using one of the League's credit cards. Now he had a new laptop—the old had to be trashed in case of tracking devices—along with some new tech to fix up and modify for his personal use, a new phone, two notebooks, a pistol, some chemicals, construction and copy paper, string, a few rolls of scotch and duct tape, colored markers, and two packs of pens. It was surprisingly hard to get the gun, but she found a way. There were also a few other odds and ends that Toga didn't fully understand but bought anyway since it was on the list and it wasn't like she was spending her own money.

Even with all that, Dekkun had yet to touch anything besides the laptop to set it up. Now, he was just using the webcam as a mirror. The rest of the things were in a bag next to the old mattress they set up on the floor. Toga didn't question it, though. Dekkun knew what he was doing regardless of what it seemed.

"Himiko?" Dekkun piped up. Toga looked up from her computer. The break in their silence drew attention from a few newbies sitting nearby. "Do you think I should cut my hair?"

"Why would you do that? It's so fluffy!" Toga said, smiling as she sat up on her knees and patted his head. The green curls just bounced back into place. The newbies who were listening started to tune out at that point.

"I look like broccoli," Dekkun deadpanned. Toga giggled and shrugged.

"Best kind," she said. "But what were you thinking?"

"Shave the sides?" Dekkun shrugged. "Just something different, you know? I don't think there's much point with me keeping it like this anymore. I'm bored of the look. Could you cut it for me?"

"Of course!" Toga cheered. She put both her hands in his hair and ruffled it. Dekkun just snorted and let her do it. "You gotta give me an idea first."

"Just no cutting flesh," Dekkun said. She pouted but nodded.

"Fine, fine."

"Later then, I have stuff to set up."

"Need help?"

"Sure."

X

Izuku didn't mind redoing all his charts and taping papers to the walls to sort out his thoughts, it was more a matter of finding a place newbies wouldn't touch. With Himiko's help, he carried all the papers, markers, tape, string, pens, and notebooks he took with him out into the main room. Kurogiri was reading a book at the table they all sit at. Izuku and Himiko trotted over to him.

"Kurogiri, where can I set up my things?" Izuku asked.

Kurogiri looked up and then glanced around the room. Newbies were spread around the room, chatting with each other and just spending their time out in the open space. Kurogiri gestured to a corner of the room. There were no doors near it, and it was out of the way enough so no one would go by it unless it was on purpose. Izuku thanked him and Himiko and him walked over to it, setting down their things.

Izuku huffed and put his hands on his hips, looking up and down the wall. It was pretty clean, all things considering, but it wasn't like he'd be reaching up high enough where the cobwebs were. He grabbed his note books and papers and got to work.

It was a little chaotic, but Himiko willingly handed him papers when he needed, and read parts of his notebooks out loud. Working on a corner was a little more difficult than the wall at his old apartment, but was a little easier to see everything. Izuku told Himiko what to give him without looking, more focused on redoing his system. It would be different, a more organized mess now that he got to start from scratch again. All his UA student notes were together—the entirety of class 1-A along with Shinsou, who Himiko asked about but Izuku just waved her question off. Izuku was rambling a bit as he went through to process, mostly just what he was writing or mental notes. Himiko answered some of his rhetorical questions, and they both laughed at some of those.

By the time Izuku was half done, and turned to inspect what supplies he had left over, they had a small crowd of newbies watching. He jolted a little, not expecting them all to be there. They were staring at the wall with wide eyes and either scared or impressed expressions. One of them had his mouth hanging open and Izuku snorted.

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Izuku mentioned.

The guy snapped out of his little trance and shut his mouth instantly. He looked a little scared, and kept glancing to one portion of the wall. Izuku looked over where he was. It was the part with the complete breakdown of proheroes likely to be called on to deal with them or who had dealt with them.

Izuku just rolled his eyes and crouched down next to Himiko, who was sitting on the ground and spreading the papers out. The guy was actually freaked out by that? He had no idea.

"There's not much left, but I can go get some more!" Himiko offered. "We're getting you up and working like before, so it's no biggie."

"Mm, no it's fine, this is good enough for the next two days," Izuku said, shaking his head. He stood back up and stretched his arms over his head, yawning slightly. "I'm hungry."

"Oh! There's a really good burger place around the corner," Himiko chirped, bouncing up onto her feet. "I'll go get some."

"Are you sure? We can send someone else," Izuku shrugged, glancing at the newbies. Some had stepped up to the walls and were reading some of the things. A few looked vaguely insulted at the thought of being used as errand runners, but Izuku ignored them. He turned his attention to the ones getting a little too close to the wall. "Touch my stuff and I'll make your time here hell."

That got them to step back, a little reluctantly. They didn't believe him, obviously, but after looking at the notes, they at least had the intelligence to have some caution. Himiko giggled at that and she and Izuku walked over to the table with Kurogiri. Shigaraki and Dabi were sitting there.

Tensions had been a little higher than normal between Izuku and Shigaraki. Izuku hadn't breathed a word about what happened with Sensei, and it didn't seem like Shigaraki knew, so he wasn't about to answer it without prompting. Dabi was indifferent to Izuku coming back. He had welcomed the younger back when he walked in after coming back from the Eight Percepts, but that was all. Speaking of the Eight Percepts... It did not seem that their meeting went well. Shigaraki threw a minor tantrum and a few newbies got scared. He and Dabi had to talk to Sensei, and Himiko, Kurogiri, and Izuku were allowed to listen. They lost one of their better men, one that Izuku had liked for following all his orders to a T. Shigaraki expressed his distaste for their leader, who apparently had claimed he only heard of the League in passing recently, wondering if they were really as dangerous as they said.

The meeting was resolved fairly quickly—as quickly as they could with Shigaraki ranting for the better half of it. Sensei told Izuku that he would be put in charge handling the negotiations with the Eight Percepts. Shigaraki wasn't happy with that, but Sensei assured him that he'd still be in charge of dealing with the newbies.

That was yesterday, and it seemed that despite the reassuring, Shigaraki's anger only festered and grew. Izuku could practically feel him about to start yelling or something. Kurogiri seemed ready to stop any of them from launching themselves at another.

"How was UA?" Dabi asked eventually, breaking the silence. Izuku looked over at him in faint surprise. He was the last person he expected to speak first. "Boring, I assume."

"Painfully," Izuku snorted. "Overrated, really. Not worth all the hype it gets."

"And yet you let almost all your things get taken," Shigaraki mumbled. Izuku felt his eye twitch. He wasn't about to take any of that from him.

"Got something to say, handy?" he snarled. He felt some newbies turn to face them. "'Cause I can't hear you over your jealousy. It's not a good look for you, not that you ever look good."

"Jealousy!?" Shigaraki snapped. Izuku smirked. There it was. The gray-haired man slammed his hands on the table and stood up. He glared down at Izuku hard, but Izuku stayed unaffected. "Like I would be jealous of someone like you. Worthless and helpless if it weren't for your brain. A quirkless villain wannabe who happened to get lucky."

"Watch it," Izuku hissed.

"If you had a quirk, face it, you'd be trying to be a hero," Shigaraki continued. Izuku grit his teeth and stood up slowly. "You're a brat with too much of an ego just 'cause you got some special attention. Now you're gonna fight me? You? If you weren't so desperate for approval, I'd laugh."

"It's hilarious hearing that come from you," Izuku laughed coldly. A few people stiffened at the sound of that and more were watching the exchange. "The literal child of the League. I have an ego? Have you seen yourself? Honestly, I wouldn't be so confident in myself if I had actual competition for praise. He pities you, and you're just a face for us. Why don't you grow up a bit and realize some of this? I'd hate to have to hold any of your hands through this."

Shigaraki pushed himself over the table and Izuku brought his arm up hard, like he was going to punch Shigaraki, but it never connected. A rush went through Izuku's body. It shot through him from his hand up his arm, and through the rest of his body. A vaguely warm feeling was left in his forearm and hand. He shivered a little at the feeling. Shigaraki was sent flying back from a burst of air that came out of seemingly nowhere.

That was nice. Izuku smirked and looked down at his palm. It was only one use, but if it didn't get the heart racing. He felt like people who grew up with quirks underrated the feeling.

All eyes were on him. Kurogiri was standing, now, obviously about to teleport Shigaraki out of the way before Izuku stepped in for himself. Dabi was showing the most emotion on his face Izuku had ever seen. He gawked between Shigaraki and Izuku. Himiko's mouth was open in shock and she blinked over at where Shigaraki was knocked onto his back. Newbies were standing back, ready to duck out of the way of whatever fight happened. Some seemed to remember that Izuku was supposed to be quirkless, and watched the incident with vague fear.

Shigaraki sat up roughly and stared at Izuku with wide eyes. He looked a little horrified. Izuku cackled at that, and he stared at his arm. That felt really good. For the rush and the look on Shigaraki's face.

"You're quirkless!" Shigaraki shouted.

"Maybe," Izuku laughed. He felt giddy. Shigaraki got to his feet, but didn't try to do anything. "Maybe not! But I'm just getting started, so why don't we sort something out-" He stepped back and grinned, arms crossed in front of him. Himiko was smiling like the best thing just happened and Kurogiri was sitting down again, watching the scene nervously "-You have no right to be saying that kind of stuff. I'm the brains here, so back off. Sensei would get mad if you hurt his successor."

Shigaraki stiffened at that. The whole successor deal was kept to him, Kurogiri, and Izuku, so Himiko, Dabi, or any of the others staring at them had no idea of the true meaning of that sentence. Shigaraki stared at him blankly and Izuku laughed. It was rare seeing Shigaraki speechless, but the context made it that much better. A few seconds later and Shigaraki was up and storming out of the room. The crowd of newbies parted for him. Izuku rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Himiko, let's go eat," he said. Himiko giggled and hopped up. "I haven't had a good burger in a month."

"Deku, are you sure you want to go out?" Kurogiri asked. "The heroes could be looking."

"Unless you guys were stupid enough to put us in a hero busty neighborhood, then we'll be fine," Izuku said, waving his hand dismissively. He and Himiko started towards the door, and the crowd parted—but a lot less than when Shigaraki marched through. He'd sort that out eventually. "I need some new clothes, too, so we can go shopping."

"Yay!" Himiko laughed. "It's going to be so great with you here again!"

"Good to be back."

As Izuku and Himiko exited the room and started out to the street, Izuku looked down at his palms. Using a quirk felt great, and he wondered why no one talked about that. It was only one quirk right now, a basic air manipulator that was limited to blasts and large, crude movements.

Sensei had told him that if Izuku had all the quirks at once, he'd be going off with accidental quirk usage for months. They couldn't risk that kind of destruction, so it was one at a time. Izuku had to adjust to having a quirk, and quirk factor that mattered in the first place. After he got control over five quirks at once, the amount of quirks he received weekly would slowly increase until he had half the ones Sensei collected over his life. That was when he'd get the big one, All for One. Then it was up to him to take the remaining quirks from Sensei himself, and maybe give a few just to get the handle of it. Once All for One belonged to Izuku, Sensei would start aging normally, and wouldn't be able to last all that long with his health issues, especially with the heroes hunting them down.

After All for One was Izuku's, it was double time to get a handle of it before the heroes found them. He'd have to fight with either All Might or whoever his successor was. Izuku didn't know who it'd be. He hadn't noticed anyone, at least.

Izuku already mentally braced himself, and he would do exactly as he was already doing until he got put in charge. They were on a semi-tight schedule, since they didn't know when heroes would come knocking, but the process had to be slow in the beginning. Izuku didn't care though. He showed his own as a villain strategist, probably one step down from Sensei in terms of influence. With Sensei's approval, he'd be completely in charge and he'd run the whole show. No hero organization would be able to really stand a chance.

Unlike heroes, and unlike that 80%, he wasn't taking this quirk for granted, or any of the quirks to come. Izuku would show them all what you could do starting from below zero. He wasn't about to waste that chance.

NOTE: This is the actual ending. It's kind of bad for me to end it after not updating for so long, but I've lost most of my inspiration for this story. I might come back with an extension, but the rating would have to go up (language, mild content, etc). But yeah. Thank you all for your support! This chapter is longer than the others, and I hope it leaves off in a decent place. END OF NOTE