A/N: Izuku goes Hyper. World is not ready.

When Izuku flung his backpack at the Sludge Villain, he didn't have a quirk. What he had was indomitable will, old ring on the chain around his neck and his head on fire. Not that he was really aware of any of that.

Then Bakugou had to use his last breath to point that out, as if he didn't think Izuku would possibly do the dumbest thing he could given the circumstances.

Lunging forward, Izuku headbutted the Villain who'd tried to kill him, was currently killing Kacchan, all while thoughtlessly hoping that, if there was really fire burning on his head, at least it burned the villain away.

As if things really worked that way.

For a moment, all Izuku knew was headache, before the disgusting, familiar slime was back in his mouth. And screams.

Not mine. The warmth at his chest also wasn't his, but while unfamiliar, it was comfortable. With a start, Izuku realized that there really was something burning on his head and it wasn't hurting him. But it sure as hell was keeping the villain from suffocating him to death. How do I make it burn more?

Then it was gone, all at once. The slime, the fire, the danger. Izuku's knees hit the ground, caught by Kamui Woods last second before his face hit the asphalt flat. In the ruins of a smoking city block, lightheaded, Izuku could still hear the victory cheers. So it was All Might. Hardly a surprise, really.

I still have to apologize…

Kamui Woods kept him in place, and Izuku really didn't have the strength to resist. "Are you okay, kid?"

"Yeah. I'm okay."

Thing is, even hours later, if anyone asked, Izuku didn't know how he'd be able to describe his day. What started with Kacchan's typical bully tendencies turned into a near-death experience, turned into All Might, turned into broken dreams, turned into rescuing Kacchan from the already mentioned near-death experience. So, in a way, things came full circle.

And now he was locked in a heated argument with a group of pro heroes busy with not listening to him and claiming he could get in trouble for using his quirk.

"For the last time, I don't have a Quirk!" Izuku yelled, in borderline tears because this discussion was going nowhere, and he really wanted to go home, maybe wake up from the sheer insanity.

Then Kacchan hit him on the back of his head, passed him a phone he'd no doubt violently snatched from an innocent bystander. "Shut up, Deku." And there it was, clearly on the screen, Sludge Villain moving from Bakugou to Izuku – and screaming in pain while Izuku's forehead was most definitely on fire.

Izuku dropped the phone.

Kamui Woods caught it, adding property damage to a long list of things Izuku had already done wrong for the day, but words really weren't getting anywhere. All Might was also saying something about Quirks appearing in late teens too, but that was stupid. Quirks stopped appearing in adolescence around the time when second generation of Quirk users showed up. Izuku had checked, many times.

In the end, heroes just ushered him home, All Might awkwardly tasking Bakugou of all people to make sure Izuku made it back home in one piece. In a distant corner of Izuku's mind, the one that made sure he didn't trip over his own feet, he wasn't sure which one of the two had more problems with the current arrangement. He decided on Kacchan, because most of Izuku was still in a state of borderline catatonia.

He snapped out of it by the time Bakugou dropped him in front of his apartment complex. "I have a Quirk." It came out as more of a question, really. Which was dumb, he'd seen evidence with his own eyes, felt it, but whatever imaginary scenario where he discovered his Quirk he'd ever come up with, it wasn't this.

Bakugou punched him in the face.

"Yea, you have a Quirk, shitty Deku! Now get over yourself, cause you're still a piece of shit."

For all intents and purposes, that punch felt more like a slap back to reality, even if some dull throbbing stuck. Apparently, Izuku wasn't dreaming after all.

"Kacchan! I have a Quirk!"

And then Bakugou was kicking him in the ribs cause he did just actually try to hug Kacchan of all people, not that it really mattered, because Izuku had a Quirk now and maybe finally he could stop being useless Deku plus he was also really tired and hugging Kacchan at least meant he was still standing on his feet and not falling on his face.

"Get – off – me! Fucking hell! The fuck, Deku?!"

"I have a Quirk!"

Then his mom was up on the window and calling them in for dinner and everything was right with the world because after all this time, Midoriya Izuku had a Quirk.

Yeah. This is not that story.

What happened was, Bakugou shoved Izuku off his back, non-respectfully nodded at Inko, and ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. Inko cried a lake of tears, and with Izuku joining her, it eventually built up to a sea. An innocent soul posted a video online, blissfully unaware of the chain of events that such a meaningless and everyday action would set off.

What Izuku never noticed, and many, many would, was the burned hole in the chest of his shirt. Underneath, warm and familiar against his skin, ancient ring rested, burning with the remnants of an orange flame. A single word was engraved in the ring.

Vongola.

Half a world away, a family was in an uproar. How did this happen? How was it possible? Was it authentic? Or a prank? Maybe even a crazy coincidence? Those were just some of the hundreds of questions flying from person to person, from office to office. Rumors of credible evidence spread almost as fast, and before long, entirety of the executives were gathered in a single round room, dozens of screens lit with the beginnings of what was clearly an amateur video of a Villain incident that had only barely made the headlines.

After the video ended, room was silent as death.

Then slowly, somebody chuckled. Chuckle morphed into a cackle, long, drawn out and decidedly sinister. "Finally. Finally! Ladies, gentlemen. Seems our time has finally come! It's time for the Vongola family to take back what belongs to us!"

Weight of those words slowly settled on the many executives occupying the room. Uneasy air surrounded them, as if they all withered under the uncertainty. Could they truly believe in an amateur video from Japan? Even if it matched, frame by frame, the few demonstrations of the controversial Decimo's power?

"... We have to contact the Boss," somebody said.

And the sinister voice chuckled again. "Indeed."

A dimension away, spirits that used to be known as the guardians of the mafia law, stirred. In a dead world they inhabited, devoid of anything worth their attention, a beacon of light appeared. Power that had been repressed, suffocated and lost with time, but never truly forgotten, nudged for the first time in the past two centuries. It was a sign.

"Do you feel it, Jager-kun? Am I growing numb, or are the Dying Will flames burning again?"

"Vongola Sky ring is awake, alright." A grin split Jager's face in two. The light was gone, but its signature remained marked in Vindice's mind. No matter where it went, they would be able to find it again, for as long as it remained in use. It appeared that, after two hundred years, the sleeping giant had awoken once more. "Turns out Vongola is not dead after all."

"Well, then. That means we have work to do."

Not full twenty-four hours later, in an apartment overlooking the Midorya home space, an elderly lady had moved out. Packed her bags and disappeared over night, never to be seen again. Her replacement didn't want to be disturbed.

The living room offered a clean look into the Midoriya household, aided with some basic surveillance equipment. Technology had made such a leap in the past few years, it would be a shame not to use it.

Adjusting lenses with baby fingers, the world's formerly greatest hitman eyed his target with a spark of intent in his eyes. On the laptop screen, only thing set in the deserted room, Midoriya Izuku was breathlessly explaining something to Midoriya Inko, point lost in the senseless babble that ensued seconds later. Lens zoomed in on a single object, hanging off of a thin chain around Midoriya's neck. No mistake, the design was uncanny. Word craved inside glinted with an orange light that wasn't there, containing a power known only to a few that still lived in this day and age.

Power that Midoriya had now revealed to the world at large.

Face, meet palm.

"Seems like coming here wasn't a waste of time," Reborn told his pet chameleon. "It's time we get some long overdue answers, Leon." Starting with, how did Midoriya Izuku end up in possession of a ring that hadn't been seen on the face of the Earth for nearly two centuries? And, more importantly, how could he possibly use it?

First things first, though. Yuni needed to know she'd hit the bullseye.