Started off as an Idea of what if Izuku met Taylor and triggered with what is essential Pre-nine Grue and skitter's power. Then I asked a friend on Discord as a joke how effective Yuga Aoyama would be if he was trained by Crane the Harmonious trained him. The conclusion is that he would be very effective and traumatized. Then I thought: Why did I pick Izuku for that first idea. Sure he's the protagonist and has a very simple thought process that we get to see, but he already has All Might, do I really need to change things around to justify Taylor training him? Then I hit this idea! Why not just have her train Yuga? He's eccentric and his quirk would be tricky to train since it would need a specific way of fighting that is not in line with Taylor's tactics.

And then this happened. Read enjoy and review!

I don't own Worm or MHA/BnHA.

"Oui, this is quite elegant," a young boy with long golden locks styled back said as he rolled the liquid in his glass around, no doubt in an attempt to let it breathe.

Despite the boy's sharp facial features, he looked quite effeminate. He has long eyelashes and indigo coloured eyes that were closed at the moment. He wore a white dress shirt with frills close to the collar that was left untucked and indigo jeans that bordered on blue paired with brown loafers. He looked a bit like a prince, or at the very least tried to pass himself off as a candidate for one. He took another sip from the glass, letting the crimson liquid slide into his mouth.

"Mm, fruity, definitely not dry. Has a very good body with a bitter aftertaste," he noted aloud, his words rehearsed to sound natural and elegant, no doubt done with an audience in mind.

"Hm hm, it's cranberry and pomegranate juice, kid," Ms. Hebert said with a small giggle as the boy kept smiling despite how his face darkened at his illusion being broken.

"Thanks again Ms. Hebert," his mother, a tall blonde woman with fair skin said. "After my little Yuga saw those glass cups, he's been very stubborn about drinking from one." It really wasn't a wine glass just something similar.

"Not a problem Mrs. Aoyama," the tall woman said. She was tall, thin, had long dark curly hair that she tied back into a ponytail, she also wore a pair of glasses over her dark eyes. She wore blue jeans and a white long-sleeved sweater with an apron over it and a pair of lightly colored gloves. Not particularly a beauty but definitely not ugly by any means. "It's just a cup at the end of the day. If anyone asks, I can pour them a sample," Ms. Hebert reasoned. This late twenty-something owned the café the pair were visiting.

It was a cute two-story house with vegetation growing on it. Said house was tucked away in the back, stuck between a three-story apartment complex and a general home center, separated by a chain-link fence on either side of the house. Its front lawn had a lush and well-trimmed grass along with a small garden. There were wooden steps (with no inclination) that led from the sidewalk all the way to the front door. One would never suspect such a place to be a Café, the only reason Mrs. Aoyama knew was because a friend had recommended the place. Apparently, that's how Ms. Hebert's business was marketed, by word of mouth. Sure there was a website and it was listed in a local phone book, but it didn't have much in the way of marketing and advertising, though that didn't ruin its value.

"I must say, your Japanese is quite good," Mrs. Aoyama complimented.

"Thank you," Ms. Hebert smiled. "Oh, sorry, I'll be right back." She said as she went to tend to a few other customers signalling her.

The Café itself was very spacious and had a "cozy" feel to it. The house was made of wood but it didn't really creak. From the door, you walk down a very short hallway before you enter the back of the house where there are seven tables set up, four chairs each, a small counter close to what looks like the kitchen with a few stools, and lots of windows that, despite the building's location, allowed plenty of light into the café. The café was opened from morning to night, though it was subjected to Ms. Hebert's whims, either closing early or not even opening at all; but not before she let her patrons know ahead of time.

"What do you think, Yuga-dear," Mrs. Aoyama asked her son who went back to sipping his drink as "elegantly" as he could. Basically pretending it was real wine.

"Mm, definitely rustic but also very delightful," the youth replied as he enjoyed his beverage. "It's also close U.A. too," he added.

"That's right, a great place to go after school with your friends."

"Oui," Yuga happily agreed.

Despite their smiles and agreement, a sort of awkward silence befell the two. As much as Mrs. Aoyama loved her child, she did worry about his "abnormal" behaviour. She knew Yuga didn't mean anything bad by it, that was simply the way he was, but she couldn't help but note how it could be very off-putting to other people.

"Here you go," Ms. Hebert came back with a plate of fruit and sandwiches sliced into triangles and an extra plate. Despite her obvious western origins, Ms. Hebert's drinks and dishes are actually pretty light yet filling and on the cheap.

"Oh thanks," Mrs. Aoyama said.

"Think nothing of it," Ms. Hebert said with a smile as she went to attend another table.

The two began to dig in and enjoy their food. Mrs. Aoyama looked at her son who tried to pose as he ate. It was about time to talk to him about his behaviour.

"...You know Yuga, maybe-"

"EVERYONE, DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW!" A loud man demanded drawing everyone's attention.

Two masked men were by the door, pointing handguns at people. People were stunned at first.

"DO IT NOW!" The other man shouted before pointing the gun up and-

BANG!

The sound was deafening! Everyone shrieked as they ducked under their tables, those without made do with their stools. Mrs. Aoyama was her hugging her son as they both stared at the robbers, both trembled at the sudden turn of events.

"Wallets! Jewelry! Everything out-"

"Can I help you?" A loud female voice cut the robber's command. It was Ms. Hebert who gave a soft smile as she walked up to the duo with a circular black tray held to her chest.

The room got very silent.

Both robbers glanced at each other.

"Yeah," one said as he moved forward and pointed the gun directly at her, "you can get down on your knees!"

"OoOoOokay," she nervously laughed out with an astounded smile, "that's a little-forward, dontcha think?"

"...What?"

"I mean I just met you and we're in public, don't you think that's a bit too much to ask without a date first? Also," she glanced down, "you don't seem well equipped."

It took the robbers a few heartbeats for their minds to process what café owner just said. They were not amused, especially the one who gave the order.

"You-you bitch!" The robber shouted as he stepped forward and moved to hit her with his gun!

His back was on the ground while the owner had his gun pointed at him. The other robber had dropped his gun and was down on his knees screaming in pain while holding the hand that previously held the gun.

"W-what?" Yuga let out. It happened so fast it was hard to process.

Ms. Hebert had quickly spun and tossed her tray like a freebie at the other robber. She kept rotating her body even after the throw and grabbed the hand with the gun that would have pistol-whipped her and flipped the robber over while twisting his hand until he let the gun go. The other robber was yelling and dropped his gun but Yuga didn't see what Ms. Hebert did that time.

She quickly kicked the other gun away as she pointed the gun in her hands at the robber below her. A loud buzzing became apparent, bees and wasps had somehow appeared on the two robbers, clustering around their necks, eyes, and hands.

"I'd refrain from using your quirks if I were you two, they sting really hard and their venom is especially dangerous when they're near your carotid artery," Ms. Hebert said nonchalantly as the insects buzzed menacingly from their necks. The robber she had a gun on had hands that extended into claws, claws that quickly receded. The other, whimpering, robber had a glowing mouth that dimmed after she spoke...

The crowd had left the Café, after taking pictures, when the police and a local Pro Hero had relieved Ms. Hebert of the robbers. Ms. Hebert was closing up early and she didn't bother collecting payment from the people, though a few did pay out of principle.

"I'm sorry about what happened," she apologized to the police officer, basically a large orange cat in a police uniform with a bell around his neck.

"It was an act of self-defence," the police officer said, "we're just glad that no one was hurt and that justice was done."

"From what everyone described," a hero with a jetpack and blaster began, "you were pretty calm and acted fast."

"It's a habit from when I operated as a hero," she explained.

"Ah," both men let out in understanding.

"You were a hero," the officer questioned.

"For a while back in the United States. Old habits die hard I guess. I'm sorry, it's still a touchy subject for me," Ms. Hebert said as she rubbed her right hand.

"I understand," the officer said as he noted it down in a pad, "and your quirk um-"

"Critter Control," she said.

"Ah...right, um, it allows you to control bees?"

"And other bugs, and spiders, worms and snails, crabs too. I have half a block radius, maybe a bit more if I push myself."

"I see. But in this case, the bees and wasps?"

"I do beekeeping as a hobby, and I do have a few wasps in confinement for emergencies like today, the rest just happened to be in my range. Um, I have thought about using one of my old tricks, but I realize that having bugs laced with capsaicin lying around was a bit overkill..." she trailed off.

"Yeesh," both professionals hissed at the thought. Being swarmed by bugs, presumably bitten and stung, and on top of that, being rubbed with burning capsaicin? That'll ruin anyone's day.

"And since you are not a hero anymore, can we assume you don't resort to those tactics," the officer asked as Hebert nodded.

"Then, about the wasps, there's a nest around here somewhere," the hero continued as he rubbed his chin, "I'll let pest control know so they can keep an eye out, unless, are you-?"

"I don't know where the hive is," Ms. Hebert said, "and I don't offer those kinds of services. I'm not licensed to operate as a hero anymore, meaning I can't hire my quirk out. Also, if I'm being honest I really don't think I can go back to that life."

"It's not for everyone," the hero said to which Ms. Hebert nodded to.

"It really isn't," she agreed.

"Well, I will let you go then," The officer said and the Hero nodded. "Don't worry these guys aren't getting off lightly with armed robbery."

"Much appreciated," Ms. Hebert said with a grateful nod. Pretty soon the officer left with the two would be robbers with the hero following overhead with his jetpack. A She waved goodbye before she decided to return to her Café.

"Miss," a voice stopped her.

"Oh, sorry about what happened earlier Mrs. Aoyama. To think that someone would be brazen enough to rob a Café in this neighborhood," apologized while slightly shaking her head.

"Well it was scary, but, there's no way you can predict something like that, even with a quirk. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. See-"

"Mademoiselle," Yuga slid out from behind his mother as gracefully as he could. He bent down to a knee and bowed his head with his eyes closed. "Your swift yet elegant movements have stolen my breath!" He exclaimed loudly. "Such swift moves make men fall to their knees!"

"Um," Ms. Hebert let out, unsure of what was happening, though she had a faint idea and it gave her a small blush.

"Please," he continued while bringing up a hand, the scene almost looking like a marriage proposal, "take my hand," he said loudly, "and help me shine like the stars! Please take me under your wing as a student! I plan to enroll at UA and I will surely become a dazzling hero under your tutelage, Maestro!"

Both older women breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Ohthankgod, it's something else," Ms. Hebert breathed out in English.

"I knew what it was but it still surprised me," Mrs. Aoyama also sighed out.

"So you want me to train you?"

"Oui," Yuga nodded.

Then Ms. Hebert laughed a little before she said, "no. Thanks for the laugh though. I needed that."

She turned and went back inside her cafè.

Mrs. Aoyama expected it but she would have thought the owner would have been kinder with her rejection. She glanced at her son who was still kneeling on the floor.

He slowly stood up. Then he flicked his head up with a dazzling smile, as in his smile actually had light refracting around him in such a manner that made Mrs. Aoyama wonder if it was his quirk or her imagination that did that.

"Non non non," Yuga suddenly said while slightly shaking his head with his eyes closed. "I won't be deterred so easily!" He claimed triumphantly while his mother smiled helplessly at his enthusiasm.

The next day Ms. Hebert was tending to her customers as usual when-

"Maestro~" Yuga said as he waltzes in with rose petals somehow following his wake. "I've come once more to ask for your hand~" he declared.

"Eh!" Most of her patrons let out.

"No-folks, he means he wants me to train him."

"Oui~ Take the reins and discipline me however you see fit, Maestro~"

"Oh my word," some lady out with a blush.

"No-no-no, he doesn't mean it like that!" Ms. Hebert quickly explained.

"Non, non, non, but I do Maestro, I know it'll be painful process but I am willing to devote myself night and day if that's what it takes~"

"Oh~" a man let out with a blush.

"Should we call the cops?" Another lady asked her friend.

"Lady, he wants me to train him to be a hero, and the answer is still no!"

The next day, when her café was closed and she was tending to her lawn.

"I've brought fromage maestro~" Yuga announced holding a tray of cheese. The cheese sticks were arranged to spell "take me!"

"Rejected." She answered. "...Leave the cheese though."

The next day when she opened her shop.

"Maestro~" Yuga said as he strolled in with a bouquet of flowers "I got fleurs!"

"No," she said right away.

"I am once more here ask for your hand in training, Maestro," Yuga continued unhindered.

"I-I already said no," she said taken back by the lack of shock or surprise.

"So take the fleurs, pure and dazzling as am, and accept them as you would accept me~"

"No! D-do you even hear yourself?"

"So please," he put the bouquet forward, "take me and accept my pure and unspoiled fleur~" It was at the moment that a pair of ladies walked.

"Eh," they both let out in blushes, only able to see Yuga's back and not what he had on his person.

"Christ," Ms. Hebert let out in frustration.

The next day right as she's closing up for the day..

"Maestro~" Yuga called out.

Ms. Hebert banged her head on her door.

"I've come to ask for your hand in help for glorious acts of the night~"

"Oh my god," she let out in irritation.

"That way I'll shine away the darkness with my navel laser~"

"Oh," She let out after she heard that. "No wait, I mean to say no!"

The next day, she didn't open up and let her patrons know ahead of time via twitter and website. It was late morning and she was going to enjoy her day off.

Then a song started playing loudly enough for her to hear from her bedroom on the second floor.

"I need you," the song began, "I want you~"

"He picked he sex song didn't he," Ms. Hebert asked herself.

"MAESTRO~"

"Arrrrrrrrg!" she groaned into her pillow.

Yuga did not give up!

Rejection after rejection did little to quell the burning fire in his heart!

For days he would show up at Ms. Hebert's Café to ask for training.

Though she remained headstrong, Yuga had no doubt that his passion and devotion would one day hold out!

Then, on the 31st day, it happened!

"Maestro~" Yuga called out as he walked into the café with a smile.

"Over here!" He heard her call out. He walked to where the tables were set up.

"Maestro~" Yuga greeted.

"Okay, put these on," he heard Ms. Hebert order as she held up a few articles of clothing.

"O-oui?"

Quickly, changed in the bathroom. When he walked out, he wore a pair of blue jeans that were definitely his, a gray button-up shirt, and grey denim apron with two pockets in the front.

"Alright, you look good," Ms. Hebert said to which he smiled. "Now I need you to read these over and sign them," she handed him a couple of sheets of paper.

After twenty minutes of reading through the forms and he had signed them.

"Alright," Ms. Hebert said, "Let's get you started."

For the next four hours, Ms. Hebert taught Yuga how to take orders, how to fill cups with the basic drinks, how to bring them out without spilling them, and how to make use of the time whenever it got slow at the café.

It was an arduous four hours, but Yuga didn't give in. He persevered and consumed everything Ms. Hebert taught him!

By the time the cafe finally closed, Ms. Hebert handed him a manilla covered folder.

"Here you go, you did good for your first day. But after this I'm paying you weekly, so keep that in mind next time."

"Oi," he said with a dazzling smile.

He quickly made his way home, manilla folder in his backpack, his recently worn clothes in a gift bag Ms. Hebert had given him.

When he finally got home he was greeted with the aroma of meat cooking.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" His mother said as she wrapped her son into a close hug, "my little man working his way through the world!"

Right after he was served a plate of steak, garlic potatoes cut up into bite-sized chunks, broccoli and sauteed mushrooms with a wine glaze.

After dinner, he caught up on homework and schoolwork, showered, brushed his teeth.

He kissed his mother goodnight, got into bed with a dazzling smile plastered on his face, little motes of lights by his lips, confused as all hell as to what had happened that day.

Authors note:

Yeah, I've read Mother of Learning on that quote: "Never underestimate the power of being annoying," (not accurate, from memory), got to me. I don't think Taylor would ever train someone like Yuga willingly, especially if she wants to stray away from heroics, but I figured he could annoy his way to being a hero.

I had a little fun with this. I found that I don't have much experience with eccentric characters outside of Naruto and Greg and I'm trying to expand. Like with Gentle.

Also, I started writing original stories that I'm posting on RR, which does take up my time and I did set up a way to receive donations for it.