HEY! I'm back! The training part had me stuck and just worked through it. I'm sure most of you noticed I like to put in all the details but I really don't need to, so typed thorough my writer's block. Read, Enjoy, Review!

[EDIT] sorry picked the wrong symbol⟡

I don't own BnHA/MHA or JJBA

"Eh? But I thought you were an executioner?" Izuku said.

"Kid," Gyro began with an astonished look on his face, "did ya really think I just kill people for a living? I mean, honestly, did that moss head of yours really think I just pelted people to death with steel balls every day?"

"So-sort of," Izuku admitted with a blush.

"Kid, like, two people get the death penalty each year. Five was the most I've seen. And even then, half have their sentences reduced to life in prison with no parole. Heck, capital punishment was abolished back in the early 21st century. The only reason it was brought back was because there was no cheap and humane way to incarcerate someone with a tricky quirk. That, and to scare the living crap out of quirked assholes so they don't take things too far. If and when they actually do get around to offing someone, it's usually just through lethal injection which isn't even done by humans anymore. I'm, more or less, just around to confirm that the poor bastard kicked the bucket. It's only when it's a very unusual case that I actually have to get my hands dirty."

"I see, but still, I didn't think you were a doctor," Izuku said, unable to hide his surprise.

"Can't judge a book by its cover, kid," Gyro said with a smirk.

Isn't that what you did? Izuku couldn't help but wonder.

"Here we go," Gyro said as he finished putting band-aids on Izuku's hand, a half-empty bottle of water by his side and what Izuku thinks is rum, it stung. "The blisters aren't bigger than a nickel so I wouldn't worry about it. Just try not to pop 'em if you can."

"Ah right, but, well..." Izuku trailed.

"Lemme guess, training?" Gyro asked as he stood up. Izuku just nodded. "It'll be tough, so you better be prepared."

Izuku nodded. He wa-

"Well, I better go, gotta figure out what I can cram into ya in a week."

"Eh?" Izuku blinked, "a week?!"

"Well yeah, my flight leaves next Sunday," Gyro casually explained.

"EEEEEEH? B-b-b-but what about my training?" Izuku panicked. His one and only teacher was leaving in a week!

"Kid...I just told you, I'm a doctor and you already figured I'm not from here. Did you expect me to just drop everything and live here just to teach some kid a few ball tricks? Hell, what even is the process for applying to live here? I'm pretty sure a week isn't enough to get everything wrapped up, and let not talk about getting a job in my profession here. And what of the poor patients? I mean heck, I'm not lying when I say that quite a few of them are at the mercy of the interns. My executioner gig is something of a unique and bizarre circumstance, but I still got regular, law-abiding, patients. Hell, some of them are dying as we speak!"

"O-oh," Izuku let out, unsure of what to make of that last bit.

"Besides that, what are we? A pair of cowboys in a western? We have technology, I can always call you on the Whatever App or something. It'll be a little weird getting the schedule right, you know, with Japan being 7 hours ahead, but it's doable. Besides, don't tell me you forgot the first lesson already."

"Ah, right, Sensei," Izuku mindlessly said, finding it hard to argue Gyro's logic.

"Ah uh," Gyro quickly said, "none of that 'sensei' or 'master' crap, I'm either 'bro' or Gyro."

"B-bro?"

"Yup, just think of me as you're big Bro, I'll do what I can while I'm here, but the rest is up to you," Gyro said. "Now go home. Meet back here after school tomorrow, alright, ya lil' squirt?"

"Oh-ah, what time?"

"Beats me, I'll be around though," Gyro waved as he started walking up the steep hill. "If I see you, then we'll start," he said with a lazy wave as he continued up the hill.

Izuku stared at him, not really liking, well, how everything was turning out but it was out of his hands. He collected his things and made his way back home, thinking of how he was going to explain the blisters to his mom.

Gyro watched Izuku leave until the kid was out of sight.

He looked at the steel ball he got back.

"That kid has no idea, does he?" He asked himself with a small smile. He stowed the ball and looked into the distance at the trash heap. "Not the best gene nor the best environment, only the gene best suited for the environment, huh?"

He turned around and started walking.

"Nyohoho, it took me at least two weeks before I could actually spin the ball, yet it took the kid two days," he laughed.

"Jeez, what's with me and finding talent?" He couldn't help but ask.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an item. It was a small, tear-shaped, crimson stone that looked glossy like glass. A ⟡.

He stared at the ⟡ in expectation.

"No reaction," he finally said, "but I did find something interesting," he said as glanced at the direction Izuku walked in.

[Day 1]

School went by fast the next day. Mostly it was people crowding around Bakugo, begging for details about his time with the villain and him shouting at everyone to leave him "the hell" alone. Also, Izuku noted that Bakugo's friends were keeping a distance and gave him nervous glances.

He quickly rushed to the beach the second school ended.

He probably should have taken his time, but Izuku wanted to take advantage of Gyro for as long as he could.

He got to the beach huffing and sweating.

He took a moment to catch his breath.

"Oh good, you're here." He heard Gyro's voice.

"Yeah," Izuku began as he turned around, "I got here as fast as I-" he paused.

Gyro was dressed in jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt, his long blond hair tied back to a man bun. Beside him was a girl with white dotted skin of varying color who wore blue shorts that barely covered her thighs and a pink top that left her navel uncovered, she also had short brown hair.

"Uh, who-who-"

"Hm? Oh her? This is Mimi," Gyro said as he wrapped an arm around her. She gave a bright smile with a slight blush, "She wanted to see the little string bean I'm beatin' into shape."

"O-oh."

"Alright let's get started. Today I'm just showing you exercise that you can do on your own. Simple stuff."

"Oh-okay um," Izuku didn't know what to do with his school bag, but it seems that Gyro picked up on it.

"Hey Mimi, can you watch the kid's bag? We'll just be around."

"Sure thing, Gryo~ But please hurry back, this place is pretty..." she stared at the trashed up beach, "unpleasant."

"Then I guess we better get started! Alright kid, let's get to running."

"Alright, um," he handed his bag to Mimi, "thank you," he quickly said before he fell behind Gyro.

It wasn't really a fast pace, it was closer to jogging in place.

"Hey kid," Gyro suddenly spoke up, "this might just be me, but I get the impression that you're an impulsive rascal when you get around to it."

Izuku didn't say anything to that. When he thought about it, he could see that everything Gyro had seen from him so far really was impulsive.

"If you could do something about it, that would be great. However, seeing as I won't be around to help you with impulse control, the next best thing is to help you channel it."

"Channel my impulse?" Izuku asked.

"That's right, my buddy calls this exercise running math!"

"Running math? What's that," Izuku asked.

"You do math while running. Really, it's self-explanatory. Alright, let's start with ten minutes."

"Eh?" Izuku let out.

Ten minutes? Like a ten minute run? Izuku wondered.

"Alright, what's 12 X 13? You got ten seconds to answer," Gyro said.

"Wha-" Izuku let out in surprise. At first he was stumped until he remembered that 12 times itself is 144, so he just added a twelve onto that. "156!"

"Good," Gyro said, "that's a minute down. All right, 13B - 7 = 6, what is B?"

"Eh?" Izuku let out before he worked the problem out in his head. Move the 7 to the other side, it becomes a thirteen. Divide thirteen on both sides and... "ahhhh...1, B = 1!"

"So far so good, that's another minute down. What is 315 X 14?"

"That's," he tried working the problem out in his head, "1260," he mumbled as he got done multiplying the 4. "Add zero and-"

"Times up," Gyro said.

"Ah, sorry," Izuku apologized.

"Hey hey, don't sweat it kid," Gyro waved, but Izuku could hear a bit of mirth in his voice. "We'll just add another two minutes to your jog."

At that moment, Izuku was able to envision exactly how the exercise was going to go….

"I-can't, I-can't," Izuku wheezed out. His body was sprawled out on the sidewalk while Mimi was crouched next to him, pecking him in the forehead with her index finger to see if he was still alive.

"Well I guess this is partly my fault," Gyro sighed while shrugging, though he smiled as he did so, "still, you sure don't have a quirk? That's a lot of fluid, Kid "

A thin film of sweat coated Gyro's body, some sweat stains on his shirt, but Izuku's uniform was completely soaked through with a bit of water leaking onto the sidewalk.

"Either way, wear something to workout with tomorrow."

"O-osu," was all Izuku could manage.

"You were doing math while running right?" Mimi asked. "What exactly is the point of that?"

"Nothing." Gyro admitted with a smile. Izuku would be surprised if he had the energy, but for the moment he settled for being dead.

"Ehh," Mimi let out in mild surprise.

"A buddy of mine once told me that a job he tried to apply for had the applicant's run a treadmill while answering math questions. It was to see if they could think under pressure. The goal was to get it done fast as well as get as many questions right as possible. The treadmill didn't stop until all the questions were answered, meaning it was a balance between taking too much time and getting the right answer. This is just my spin on it."

"Wait so...there is a purpose to it?"

"That's the thing, I'm not sure if it's good for training," Gyro admitted. "But it should put him in the right mindset. The kid has a habit of running headfirst without a second thought. So I'm gonna get him used to running head first and thinking as he does so. That way he's not running straight into a grave."

"Ohhhhh," she let out in understanding.

"Well Get up kid, we're not done yet."

"Eh?" Izuku couldn't help but let out.

"This is lesson two, kid," Gyro said while holding up two fingers, then he pointed the two at him. "You spent most of your time sittin' on yer ass; now it's time to work that body!"

"Are you sure you're okay," his mother asked.

"No." Izuku answered honestly, he collapsed on his bed as soon as he was able to. "It was just an intense workout, mom, that's all. I'll be fine."

"W-well…" he could hear the hesitation in her voice.

"Mom," he said loudly, "I'm okay, I'm just not used to working out," he explained.

"Well…alright, but please be careful next time."

"Okay, I will," he said.

It felt like his mother wanted to say more, but eventually heard her close his door. He was thankful for that.

He was very close to falling asleep, but before he did so he couldn't help but recount the conditions Gyro gave him.

"Listen up kid. I ain't going to invest my time in all this only for you to quit halfway, ya hear? So if you take trainin' from me and don't end up at least enrolling in a Hero Course, imma take this steel ball 'n drive it right through that moss covered skull of yours. How does that sound?"

"Frightening," Izuku admitted.

"Good. Next and more important, you are never to teach another person spin, ya got that?"

"Huh? How come?" he asked, more out of curiosity than anything.

"Well, I could list all the reasons why, but how about you just don't ask, considering I'm going out of my way here?"

"Ah, right. Sorry."

"Nyohoho," Gyro laughed. "To be honest, I think you'll understand once you actually start practicing spin, kid."

"I'll understand, huh…." Was all he could mutter before he passed out and fell asleep.

[Day 2]

He was really dreading what today would be like. His body was one huge bruise, his arms and legs felt like uncooperative weights, and his blisters popped and were starting to sting a little.

He did the best he could and made it through another day at school.

He changed in the bathroom then headed off to the beach.

He got there, expecting Gyro and Mimi but….

"Wh-who," Izuku half asked. The girl standing beside Gyro was an entirely different person. She was tall, tanned skin, long blond hair, and wore a white sundress with a matching hat and her eyes had a floral pattern.

"Nyo ho ho," Gyro laughed, "This is Mera."

"Nice to meet you," she said politely.

"O-oh, l-likewise," he replied politely.

"Well let's hit it kid."

Another day of grueling training occurred.

[Day 3]

"'Sup," a hyena looking girl said. She has light brown fur with spots, long black hair, and brown eyes. She wore hot shorts, a blank tank top and spent her time texting.

Izuku didn't know what to say. Once again, it was another girl. Three girls!

"Alright," Gyro said slapping his hands together. "Let's do this!"

[Day 4]

"Today's a rest day," Gyro announced, much to Izuku's relief. His body ached and he wanted nothing more than to rest. But more than that-

"Oh so does that mean we can go on another date," this time it was a blond girl with dark skin, no quirk affecting her looks(that Izuku could tell). She wore regular shorts that showed off her legs and pink blouse.

"Not quite," Gyro said, "I'm just going to play a few games with Babyface here to work his mind," he said while holding a few boxes. Checkers/chess set and Shogi.

Babyface? Izuku questioned. As much as he wanted to refute it, the nickname was unfortunately accurate.

And that is how they spent that evening...Izuku didn't win a single time, no matter the game, but he did get to take home the games.

[Day 5]

He was told to go somewhere different this time with stuff to draw with. He really wished he could say he wasn't surprised. But he was.

This time he was with both the hyena looking girl and the blond girl with dark skin.

Izuku had no idea what to say.

"I saw your notes. Dunno how big you are on drawing, but we're hitting it hard tomorrow," Gyro warned, "so 'til then, we're going to improve your drawing skills, Babyface. Trust me, people love others who can draw and these two lovely ladies volunteered to be our models. And I got these for reference," Gyro said tapping a few books, he could tell that a few were medical books.

And that's how Izuku spent that evening, drawing and getting barated by both girls that he didn't capture them right, Gyro laughing the entire time. Apparently he could draw well enough. Enough to impress the girls.

When they were done Izuku took with him the books while Gyro left with the two girls somewhere, his arms wrapped around their sides, and their arms around his body.

Izuku had a pretty good idea of what they were going to do and the thought made him blush red as he shambled his way home.

[Day 6]

True to his word, Gyro practically worked Izuku into the ground. It was the weekend, so Gyro basically had Izuku working out all day.

After french kissing a new girl who left soon after, Gyro got down to business with Izuku.

Mainly going over exercises he could easily do on his own, making sure he got the right form committed to memory. On breaks they played games and drew stuff they could find from the internet, mainly on Izuku's phone. Everything else was theoretical stuff he could do to manipulate objects with spin.

"Will that really help?" Izuku couldn't help but ask as he leaned on the guard rail with his chest, staring at the trash heap that was the beach with a very tired look on his face.

"It did for me," Gyro said, catching his attention before he threw the steel ball at the heap, the steel ball bounced all around the trash heap. It bounced from place to place before, somehow, being shot back at Gyro. He simply outstretched his left arm and the ball rolled on his arm, looking almost as if it never impacted him, and moved around his body until it was stowed.

"Contrary to how it seems, the steel ball won't come back to ya unless you plan it. It's not some rubber ball that's going to bounce back. You gotta plan it's trajectory, where it'll go, where it'll lose it's momentum, where the spin will start to slow down. Not exactly an easy thing to do. But if you can memorize how to play board games in your head, actually visualise where the board and the pieces are, then it should help you in planning the steel ball's trajectory."

"I guess that makes sense, but, well...isn't that hard?"

"Shit-yeah it's hard, but it's not like you're supposed to be able to do it right away. You just gotta take it a step a time," he quickly drew a steel ball and lobbed it at the garbage heap again! This time the steel ball bounced around the heap, out of sight, then it appeared on top of the heap, bounced towards the two a few times before it flew at Gyro. Gyro outstretched his right hand, guiding the steel ball under his arm and down into the empty gunbelt(?). "You start small and then work your way up to more complex stuff."

"I see...hey so...what time do you leave tomorrow," Izuku asked.

"Tomorrow night," Gyro answered as he stretched, "the flight's gonna be a killer, but what can ya do?"

"O-oh..." Izuku let out a somber tone.

"You'll be fine. But it would be my last day here...what do you normally do, Beansprout?"

"Hmm?"

Is he still trying to come up with a nickname, Izuku wondered.

"You know, for amusement?" Gyro clarified.

"...?" Izuku blinked, his mind wandered for a bit and forgot the question.

"On the weekends before you met me? You know for fun?"

"Ah well..." Izuku scratched the back of his head with his hand, the limb it was attached to feeling very heavy. "I sort of just watch tv in my room or with my mom."

"...Wait that's it?"

"Well...yeah, I also look at the news and see what is going with the latest heroes," Izuku answered, unsure of what else he could do. Well, he could always play video games but he wasn't that interested in games, and the ones he did have were of All Might, but even then….

"I see." Gyro said. "Let me ask you something, why do you want to be a hero?"

"Eh? I...well..." Izuku looked away from Gyro, "I...I want to be like All Might." It still stung when he recalled what All Might said, but that didn't mean he lost respect for the man. The hero was truthful with him and Izuku had asked for the man's honest opinion.

"You want to be a muscly blond who jumps the height of skyscrapers and creates rain with his punches? Well, shit kid, ya better start taking steroids if that's the goal, the hair part's easy enough though," Gyro said as soon as Izuku was done.

"Ah -no-I mean...I did as a kid...but, I want to do what he does, I want to save people with a smile the same way he does."

"I see, and you talked to the guy before right? Did he tell you why he became a hero?"

"...No, just that I couldn't be one without a quirk." Izuku said in a somber tone.

"I see~" Gyro let out, completely ignoring the kid. "Alright, kid here's the plan for tomorrow-"

[Day 7]

Izuku was nervous.

Not only was his body in pain, it was constantly hurting thanks to the way his body tremble every other while. Why was his body trembling? Because he was waiting patiently by the local outlet mall for Gyro, surrounded by strangers.

"Jeez you'd think it's freezing looking at you," Gyro commented, Izuku looked up, fully expecting one or two girls being next to Gyro. Thankfully he was on his own.

This time Gyro had his long hair tied behind his head into a man-bun. He wore red t-shirt with black coat, blue jeans, and matching sneakers.

Izuku just wore plain white t-shirt with Japanese words on it and a pair of jeans with red shoes.

"Huh, pretty bland there, bud," Gyro said. "What does your shirt say?"

"Huh? Oh. T-shirt," Izuku said in English, "its written to sound like 'T-shirt'," he explained. "I...I like clothes like this."

"Huh, least it got personality," Gyro said as he started walking, "well let's go then!"

"Ah, where?" Izuku asked.

"Where else? The mall, kid! It's my last day here, so I'mma spend it having fun!"

Gyro took Izuku to the movies, to the arcade, and bunch of other random places that happened to catch his eye. Izuku wasn't much for going out, but even he had to admit that he was having fun.

"Um are you sure this is okay?" Izuku asked. He was trying on a few different shirts.

"Nyo ho, it's fine. Most guys like to go with the trends, but I personally think everyone needs their own style. It seems like you got something already, so lets expand on it."

After trying on a few more shirts, Izuku and Gyro began to walk out of the mall with a few bags.

"Um...Gyro, why did you buy me these things?" Izuku wondered. "Actually...why did you decide to help me?"

"The clothes, so that you use 'em. As for helping you...I just felt like it," he shrugged. "There really wasn't much to it. You showed you could do it and I thought 'eh, why not?'"

"I see, but," Izuku looked at the bags, "I don't go out much."

"I figured as much. That's why it's going to change," Gyro said as the two walked up an overpass.

"...eh?"

"Well don't be too surprised, what exactly did you think you would do as a hero? Sit in a dark room waiting for the phone to ring?" Gyro asked. He then pointed to a few distant heroes who were walking ahead of them, "you see them patrolling every day, right?"

"Well...I guess but..."

"Also...I don't know if you realized it yet, but odds are, you're probably aren't gonna make it as a hero on your own."

Izuku stopped walking. Gyro noticed after a few steps and stopped.

Gyro turned around to face Izuku, and pulled out a coin, a large coin he bought earlier with no monetary value. It was just a coin people buy for the memory. One side has an anchor, the other side has a squarish hand inside a square. With a flick of his wrist, he got the coin to spin on his index finger, the sight looking like a small globe was balanced on his fingers.

"Spin will get your foot in the door," Gyro stated. He moved his hand down and had the coin roll along the back of his hand on it's edge. "After that, you'll have a hell of an uphill battle. After all, there's only so much you can do with Spin...there's no way around it. You are going to have to rely on others."

"...I know that," Izuku said as he looked down. "I do, but…."

He jumped when he felt something hit his forehead. He let out a gasp before he managed to catch what hit him. It was the coin Gyro bought.

"I get it, you wanna be a one man show like All Might. But the guy has the strength of a fuck ton of people and lots of mullah to toss around when he has to. You though, all ya got's a fancy ball trick and your own sad sack of flesh. What works for the big guy isn't gonna cut it fer you. You need to find your own way to be a hero. Going out and socializing, that's going to help you a ton. Join a club, join a sports team, learn what it means to work and rely on others. Take it from me. When I'm in surgery, I'm not doing it on my own, there's a whole team of people who work together to get the job done."

"But...I…." Izuku began, "people don't like the fact that I'm quirkless."

"Yeah, and it's those same people you'd be protecting as a hero, so what's your point?" Gyro asked as he walked closed to the railing.

"Ah um well… you know, people don't...you know…'cause I'm quirkless so they, you know...wouldn't want to work with me," Izuku said.

"So? I'm quirkless, I'm not much of bragger but this week alone I was able to get my arms around five hot women, you saw them, right? I did that without lying or getting them drunk. Hell, two even came back for seconds! They knew fully well I was quirkless, so by your logic, I should have been cockblocked by my quirklessness years ago, so that logic fails. Any other argument."

"Ah...um…." That bulk of Izuku's argument was his quirklessness.

"Imma take that as a no then," Gyro said with a smile, he chuckled. He leaned on the railing looking down bellow, then he spotted something and motioned Izuku forward to a have a look. Izuku did so.

Izuku saw what Gyro did, a disheveled person caring a cart full of stuff, a homeless person.

Gyro pulled out his wallet and retrieved a 10,000 yen note, put his wallet a way and began to fold the money.

"The world is shit kid, and the people on are shit. Honestly, if you look at it from certain point of view, the world is basically a forest on fire, and all of our individual acts of good are just drops of water in a bucket. By the time you actually fill the bucket up, the damage would be done, and that's if the one bucket does anything all. At the point, why fill the bucket?"

Izuku didn't answer.

Gyro pulled out his steel ball. "Scan" he chanted.

"Huh?" Izuku let out, but Gyro didn't say anything, he just stared off into the distance. Gyro's steel ball spun in place on the palm of his hand. After a minute, he stowed it. He positioned the yen bank note that was folded into an airplane on his right hand and launched it.

"Life's what you make of it kid," Gyro said as the paper airplane flew, Izuku didn't take his eyes off it. "If it's a raging inferno you can't ever put out, then you'll never put it out. If you can't ever lift as much as the next guy, you'll never be able to do it. If you can't ever run as fast as the guy ahead of you, then you'll stay stuck in the same place forever. We all have our limitations, but thankfully you and I aren't too limited to not be able to do somethin' about it. And if we can, we can choose to help others."

The paper airplane landed in the person's cart. The person pausing and took it out, looking around but unable to find who threw it.

"The world is shitty and the people on it are shitty, but it doesn't have to be that way. Neither of us have to be that way. "

"...but what can I do?" Izuku asked as he saw the homeless person continue trudging on. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at Gyro.

"That's up to you. If you want to run to where the actions at, you gotta be faster than the person in your reflection. If you want to carry people out of danger, than you gotta at least carry yourself first. If you want to be hero, heh, if you want to have a life you can call your own, you gotta be apart of it." He looked away from Izuku and Izuku followed his gaze, the two just stared at the crowd of people walking the streets.

"I dunno much about being a hero, but I know you can't be an outsider looking in. You gotta go to where you can reach, kid. You gotta have more than moral compass and a 'can do' attitude. You gotta find a reason to care for what you can touch, a reason to be invested, a reason to protect it beyond mindless good. Reason to stake something as important as your life for someone who despises you."

Gyro patted his shoulder.

Izuku turned to look, but Gyro had already turned and started walking away while texting something on his phone.

Izuku got a message on his phone and quickly open it up.

It was an image of Izuku when he was training. He was sweating profusely and looked half dead in his soaked uniform.

"She took a picture of you," Gyro waved, not looking at Izuku. "We laughed about it. You wanna change who's in that picture, you can start with your look, I got you clothes for a reason!"

He stopped and turned to look at Izuku, and pointed to fingers at him in the form of a gun. "Take care kid, work hard and don't make this a wasted effort. I'll call ya when I can." And with that he turned and walked away.

"That was a rough week," Gyro muttered to himself as sat on the subway train. There was only two people on, himself and some other guy in blue coat and hat in the same room as him.

"You look tired," the man in blue said. He had tanned skin, though white, red groomed hair and physique to kill for.

"Yeah...hey by the way...why the hell are you stalking me anyway?" The guy had been following Izuku and Gyro the entire day. Gyro doubted that the kid noticed.

"Mild curiosity," the man admitted, "mostly I want the ⟡ in your possession."

"Well now...that's a curious word to know. Who are you?"

"Oh me?" the man smirked, "you can call me….Crusader and this," a humanoid figure in blue appeared standing next to the guy, he looked machine and had a handle bar moustache and displayed a prominent V on his helmet, "is Street Life. And you are trapped."

The man snapped his fingers and the passenger cart the two were in separated from the rest of the subway train.

"Your only choices are to hand me the ⟡ or perish in a metal tomb, Street life's specialty."

"Nyo-ho~ Funny guy," Gyro grinned….

Izuku walked home with the bags in his hands.

He couldn't shake the words Gyro said.

It honestly wasn't much different than Ghandi's "be the change you want to see in the world." But it stuck with him.

Izuku fished out his phone and looked at his own image.

He stopped and looked at his reflection.

He looked himself over...then a shop caught his eye.

"New york, huh," Gyro said as he read the bloody ID. He tossed it in a nearby trashcan.

Was here for a reason or was he just on vacation? Gyro wondered as he made his way to hotel where his stuff was stashed. Well either way, I finally got another one. He stared into his palm that now carried two crimson gems.

He stowed them. ⟡

"Ugh, i can just hear the reprimand from here," he whined. Truthfully his flight was a week ago. He hadn't gotten a reaction from his gem and he was going to go home with the other doctors on vacation as well. But something interesting caught his eye.

"Heh," Gyro fished out his phone and looked at the image of the green string bean's pathetic form, "hurry along with lesson two kid, something tells me things are going to get pretty interesting…."

"Oh what an awful thing," Inko said as she saw the news on her phone. There was some murder on subway somewhere and there's isn't any leads. One of her writer friends had sent it to her, stating she got a lot of inspiration from it. Inko had no idea what was inspirational about it, only that it happened close to where her son was supposed to be.

"Mmm," she whined to herself, debating calling her child. He has her worried, while she could understand working out, she couldn't help but think he was pushing himself to hard.

She heard the door open.

"Mom, I'm back," her son announced. Inko breathed out a breath of relief.

"Welcome back," she said, "dinners almost ready!"

"Okay, um I got some stuff," Izuku said as he walked closer.

"Oh, like what?" Inko turned to look at her son. She dropped the ladle she was holding.

"I-I-IZUKU!"

"Alright!" The teacher shouted over the commotion in class. "Class is about to begin, quiet down."

There a were a few disgruntled voices but the class did listen to him. As they did he glanced at Bakugo, the explosive blond with the explosive personality had been held hostage over a week ago and the blond had differently starting acting differently. Then he glanced at a desk with a missing student who was also involved in that incident. Said green haired was also acting differently.

The bell rang and it was time to begin.

The door opened and young man with black hair walked in and quickly took Midoriya's empty seat.

Teacher sighed.

"Not only are you late, young man," he said loudly, "but you are are also in the wrong classroom."

A few snickers went out and the kid made a confused look.

"Ah...Sensei, sorry for being late but I was assigned this desk."

"Wait," the teacher began, "that voice...Midoriya!?"

"Eh?/What?" Came the surprise looks from the rest of the students in class. Even Bakugo looked at Midoriya in surprise.

"Huh?" Midoriya shrunk in the seat from all the attention.

Apparently, Midoriya had cut his green afro off, leaving him with a black buzzcut.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

RELAX! The hair will grow back! His green afro always bothered my pragmatic side. It'd be better if he got it cut other than just to have more style. This was my way of cutting it with narrative purpose. I'm thinking he'll still have his green afro only slightly different. Or maybe the same, still deciding. You'll see.

As for the haircut in general, I always feel like a new person after a haircut. I figured it'd be a good way for Izuku to start.

Street Life is a song by the Beat Crusaders, the person was a reference to Dr. Venture and Vendata from first few episodes of season 7 of the venture bros.

I realize it's been a while since I updated this, to remedy, here's the song I'm planning on using as inspiration for Izuku's stand.

Pure Imagination.

Fitting eh?

The manga uses symbols sometimes when they are saying things and I thought it'd be neat to do the same, but FF is tight about symbols ⟡.

Well, please let me know what you think in the reviews! Good. Bad. I want it all!