Inko allowed her mind to wander a bit more than she should have. Talking to David had put her on edge. Parents of Quirkless children, who weren't Quirkless themselves, were fairly hard to find. As the amount of Quirkless people in the world grew smaller, many parents opted to keep their children closer to home... if they allowed them out at all. She'd heard stories of parents abandoning their children once they heard their diagnosis. Others who neglected their children until they left or died while focusing on their more able siblings.

She was relieved that David didn't seem to be like that.

David had seemed kind enough that she agreed that it would be ok for the children to continue chatting. Inko had even exchanged a few words with Melissa before she asked to talk with Izuku and the pair commandeered the phoneline.

Maybe I should get Izuku a phone so he doesn't have to sit at the computer so much just to talk with Melissa?

She paused, realizing that she'd been chopping at already sliced onions even thinner.

But... what about... school?

It would be wrong to pull Izuku from school entirely. He was a smart child- too smart for Inko to take over his education. Finding the right place for him would be hard. Maybe somewhere close to Shimizu's dojo? That would make the commute there much shorter. At his first lesson she'd be sure to ask them about it. After a little more research she'd discovered why they'd been so willing to take him in...

So much was changing. Her mind was alight with plans and possibilities. Izuku would achieve his dream, it was his right to try at the least. With so many people already in his corner supporting him nothing would stand in his way.

"We're moving to Hasuda to be closer to Shimizu's Dojo." Izuku jolted at the news. "After we move you can start at your new school." His mother picked at her food awkwardly, as if she was unsure. "Izuku, if you're still having... troubles. I want you to tell me or your sensei. Can you do that for me Izuku?"

He agreed in his excitement. Moving was scary but it was worth it if it meant he could follow his dream. Maybe there might be someone who would look past his quirklessness and want to be his friend?

Walking into his first class a few days later, he realized why Sensei's classes was separated the way it was. He'd arrived a bit earlier than necessary and ended up catching the end of the mutant type class. The way the students moved was completely different from the emmiter students. Some of the student moved completely differently from each other but still somehow still in sync. Some of them had extra limbs that they moved along to put more power into their movements. Others who had horns or claws or other pultruding parts seemed to move so that the mutation would not affect their strikes.

Shimizu sensei was demonstrating a move for one student who seemed to be struggling, the child copying their movements clumsily but still very focused on watching them. Izuku sat down a ways from the students. None of them seemed to notice him and they continued to practice the same movements over and over. Eventually a few parents started to show up to pick up their children. Sensei grabbed their student's attention by snapping a few times.

"Alright everyone, excellent work! Continue practicing what you've learned today, your strength can only be honed through adaptation. What doesn't work should be re-evaluated and repaired. I'm looking forward to seeing you all next time." Shimizu-sensei waved the students off towards their parents.

They glanced over to Izuku. "You're very early."

"I was worried I might be late so I tried to come as early as I could." Izuku blushed a bit in embarrassment.

"Hmm... It's all the better. I was hoping to speak with your mother about other skills for you to learn eventually, show me what you can do already."

Izuku spent the next few minutes feebly punching and kicking at the air in front of him, copying moves he'd seen heroes on the new do. He ended tripping over his own feet while trying to do a spin kick. Sensei crouched down in their frog like manner, eyes glimmering with some amusement. They helped him stand.

"Y'know, some of those those seemed a bit too complicated for someone your age. You shouldn't try to copy moves without understanding them, you can hurt yourself that way." Sensei stood. "I notice you favor punches so lets start there. Hold your fists like this, and have your left foot forward with the right aligned with your hips."

He copied her stance, feeling a bit strange. Pushing his right foot back a bit more seemed to ease the oddness, he curled his hands into fists and raised them to copy Sensei. Sensei seemed pleased and proceeded to demonstrate the rest of the move with practiced ease. He copied the rapid strikes and Sensei nodded in approval. "I expect you to continue to practice that, even after you've learned more complex moves. Muscle memory is very important to any hero, even the ones who do not always fight."

"Shimizu Sensei?"

"Yes, Midoriya?"

"Why are you okay with teaching me?"

They froze mid-punch. For a moment Izuku worried that they were angry with him for asking such a question. But instead they laughed, sinking to the floor. "Sit with me." He did. Sensei raised their arms and a mist began to condense in front of them. "My quirk is not made for fighting. When I was your age, people without quirks weren't so hard to find. Parents didn't hide their kids away from the world while treating them like invalids. There was never a Quirkless hero but that didn't stop kids from trying. Heroes weren't as respectable as they are now. Now they all want to be the next All Might." The tiny cloud took the shape of All Might for a moment, "I understand the sentiment but not a lot of people understand what he means. All they see is a powerful quirk and when the greatest hero is known for just his quirk, people start to see powerful quirks as a badge of heroism.

"A quirk doesn't define who you will become. I was expected to enjoy making clouds dance for my whole life, but I had other plans and I pursued them. I knew people with powerful quirks that went into quiet office jobs and ones with weak quirks pursue heroics."

Izuku pondered that for the next hour. Throughout the lesson he thought abought their words even as the class began and Sensei demonstrating and explaining a different move for the rest of the class. If so many others had tried to become hero before him why could he stand a chance? What could he do that so many others couldn't? Was Sensei only humoring him by letting him join their class?

At the end of the class, his body felt sore from repeating the same motions over and over. He wandered up to sensei after class. "You said I wasn't the first Quirkless student you've had, why did they leave?"

Sensei seemed genuinely surprised by that, their near constant smile dissolving. "You're pretty clever, Copycat. They don't stay because their parents take them away. My classes allow students to spar during class for practice and once they learned about that they took them home and didn't come back. "

"So you think that I can be a hero?"

"I wouldn't be teaching you if I didn't. I also wouldn't suggest you put that mind of yours to use." Sensei ruffled his hair, their grin returning. "You need everything you've got to take on high school entrance exams. Hear they're pretty intense."