Here we go guys! Here is another chapter of Pass the Torch. Ifelt that the beginning of this chapter started out strong, but the second half felt a little forced, but I am ultimately happy with how it ended.

CHAPTER 2

Izuku arrived at Dagobah Beach five minutes early, seeing the muscled form of All Might staring out at the water.

"All Might! I'm here!" Izuku called out, waving at the large hero.

All Might turned, giving a hardy chuckle as the boy ran towards him. "I believe that is my line, Young Midoriya." He teased. "Right on time. Excellent."

Izuku looked around the beach seeing trash everywhere. Anything from typical litter like soda cans, food wrappers, and tissues to large appliances, tires, and even an old beat up truck. This place was a dump, literally.

"Here you are, Young Midoriya."

Izuku took the piece of paper from All Might, looking it over. It was his training regime and schedule, as well as his new diet. As Izuku read it over, certain things stuck out to him.

"Martial Arts? Parkour? I don't understand…"

All Might chuckled, placing a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "It's fine, my boy. While your quirk is indeed strong and flashy, not every situation you encounter will require your quirk. In certain situations, you may encounter a villain whose quirk counters yours. If you have nothing to fall back on, you're as good as dead."

Izuku nodded. That made sense for the martial arts classes he was now signed up for. "But what about the parkour?"

"Ah, that is for agility and mobility training. Certain areas of Japan are an urban jungle. Not every place has stairs, and elevators aren't practical in villain situations. You may have to scale a building in order to save someone, something that may prove difficult with your quirk."

Izuku nodded again, seeing that his new mentor had thought of quite a bit for his training. He read over the list again, going over the specifics of the schedule.

~ALL MIGHT'S ALL AMERICAN TRAINING SCHEDULE~

Monday - Friday

5 A.M.- Wake up. Start stretches.

5:30 A.M.- Jog to Dagobah Beach

5:45 A.M.- Clean up Dagobah Beach

7:30 A.M.- Cool down jog home

7:45 A.M.- Protein rich breakfast. Get ready for school.

8:45 A.M.- 3:15 P.M.- School

Monday & Wednesday

4:30 P.M- 6 P.M.- Martial Arts Training at Budō Tokyo.

6:45 P.M- Dinner (Follow dietary instructions)

7:30 P.M.- Homework

10 P.M.- Bed

Tuesday & Thursday

4:30 P.M- 6 P.M.- Parkour Training at Kaisoku in Tokyo.

6:45 P.M- Dinner (Follow dietary instructions)

7:30 P.M.- Homework

10 P.M.- Bed

Friday

4:30 P.M- 6 P.M.- Clean up Dagobah Beach

6:30 P.M- Dinner (Follow dietary instructions)

7:30 P.M.- Homework

10 P.M.- Bed

Saturday

7 A.M.- Protein and Carbohydrate rich breakfast

8 A.M.- Stretches

8:30 A.M.- Jog to Dagobah Beach

8:45 A.M- Clean up Dagobah Beach

12 P.M.- Cool down jog home

1:30 P.M. - 3 P.M. - Parkour training at Kaisoku.

4 P.M. - 5:30 P.M. - Martial Arts training at Budō Tokyo.

6:30 P.M. - Dinner (Follow dietary instructions)

7:30 P.M. - Homework (if there is any)/ Down time

10 P.M.- Bed

Sunday

Rest Day

*Stretch when you wake up.

**Dinner should be carbohydrate rich meal.

Izuku looked at the schedule again, noting that while his entire day had been mapped out for him, it was fair. There were also several pages for his new diet, including some recipes for him and his mother to try.

"This is really detailed, All Might. Is it going to be okay to have a day off? I thought that I would need to be training every second I can."

All Might chuckled, ruffling Izuku's hair. "My boy, even a hero needs a day of rest. Those days are for you to sleep, rest your muscles, and to enjoy on your own time. Trust me, you are going to want these days off."

Izuku nodded again, pocketing the list. "So...what are we doing today All Might?"

All Might chuckled, placing his hands on his hips. "Consider today an orientation to your training. I will teach you the stretches you will do every day, explain your other classes, your diet changes, your quirk, and answer any questions you may have."

Izuku nodded, sitting cross-legged before his mentor. He listened with interest, hanging on to every word that came out of the #1 Hero's mouth. He took in every word like a sponge, storing the information to memory. He went through the motions of the stretches All Might had shown him; he knew he'd be sore later after all the stretching.

After his orientation was over and his stretches were complete, Izuku was given the okay to head home with the promise of seeing the pro hero after the weekend for his first day of training. He took his time going home since it was still early. When he arrived home, he showered and dressed for school. He went to the kitchen, where his mother was drinking her morning coffee. Izuku handed his new schedule and diet to his mother, who read it over. She said that the diet was doable, and read over all of the health benefits that came with her son's new diet. It had a lot more protein, fats, and vegetables, similar to the keto diet. But there were heavy carb days when he had a large work out the next day, similar to what professional athletes did.

She looked at her son, pride filling her. He was such a good child, and he deserved this. She would make this work, for her son.

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The first day of training was...difficult to say the least.

"What have you been eating, All Might?!" Izuku screamed, gritting his teeth as he tried pulling a refrigerator that the muscled man sat on. "Gah! You have to be at least 270 kilograms!" He groaned as he continued to try to pull All Might and the fridge.

"Oho. Such a rude pupil. You shouldn't assume someone's weight! I'm actually 255 kilograms! I've lost weight!" All Might chuckled. "Keep at it, Midoriya!"

Izuku grunted as he tried to move the large appliance. "Why am I moving all of this garbage, anyways? I know it's good strength training, but isn't this a little extreme?" He groaned.

"While you are worthy of inheriting my power, your limp noodle body would explode with my power." All Might chuckled.

"Wait, what?!" Izuku yelled, turning towards the pro hero.

"Indeed. Your limbs would pop right off if you tried using my power now."

After failing to move the fridge and large hero, Izuku moved on to a different area of the beach. His first day of training continued on, having some successes in clearing garbage and having more failures. When the time came for Izuku to do his cool down jog home, he was exhausted and sore.

He didn't see his mother in the kitchen, figuring she was getting ready for the day. Deciding that a hot shower was more than necessary, he marched himself straight to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, undressed, and stepped under the spray. He groaned, feeling the hot water on his body. The heat felt wonderful on his aching muscles as he washed away the sweat and grime from his workout; if you could even call it that.

After cleaning himself and relaxing under the spray, he turned the water off and dried himself. He went to his room to ready himself for school, returning to the kitchen for breakfast. He saw his mother at the table enjoying her morning cup of coffee, reading the paper. A large plate of breakfast consisting of eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, yogurt, and fruit were waiting for him at his spot on the table.

"Good morning, Izuku. How was your first day of training?" She was excited to hear everything. She folded the paper up, putting it off to the side for later.

Grabbing a glass of milk, Izuku joined his mother at the table. "It was...interesting." He started, taking a bite of fruit. "I was moving garbage from Dagobah Beach."

Inko's eyes widened slightly. "There is a lot of garbage there. Even cars and kitchen appliances."

Izuku groaned, chewing the food in his mouth. "Don't remind me."

Izuku answered more of his mother's questions as he finished his large breakfast. He usually never ate this much, at least for breakfast. But after all the jogging, stretching, and heavy lifting, he felt like he could eat three more breakfasts.

He cleaned up his mess, going to make his lunch for school. He grabbed several containers for his bento, some chicken he grilled the night before, rice, vegetables, and tamagoyaki¹. He put his bento together, headed towards the door.

"I'm off to school now, Mom. I'll be home after martial arts training."

Inko smiled, waving at her son. "Okay. Have a good day."

Izuku smiled and left.

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School was business as usual. Throughout the day, he was looking forward going to his martial arts class. He was nervous, sure. But excited. When school ended, he managed to avoid Katsuki and went to the train station. He got on a train to Tokyo, and followed the navigation app on his phone.

He reached the dojo, reading the sign above the dojo: Budō Tokyo.

Taking a deep break, Izuku calmed himself and walked into the dojo. The dojo was busy; several pairs of students were sparring on mats, a few were using wooden dummies, some were doing staff and sword training, and others were working through forms. It was a lot to take it. It was loud and smelled of sweat. This was something that was going to become part of his regular routine.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

Izuku looked to his right, seeing a boy with short blond hair that hung over his forehead, and a long muscular tail that was draped over his shoulder. He was wearing a traditional white gi and martial arts pants with a black belt tied around the gi.

"H-Hello!" Izuku said, bowing to the boy. "My name is Midoriya Izuku and my mentor signed me up for classes here."

"Ah, of course. My name is Ojiro Mashirao. Pleasure to meet you." The boy bowed back. "Sensei is in his office currently. I'll take you there. Please remove your socks and shoes before stepping onto the mats."

Izuku did as he was told, leaving his red high top sneakers and socks by the door, and followed Ojiro to the teacher's office.

Ojiro knocked on the open door of the office, seeing an older man reading over some paperwork.

The man looked up, smiling at the two boys. "Ah Mashirao. What can I do for you?"

"Uchiau-sensei, this is Midoriya Izuku-san. His mentor signed him up for lessons."

"Ah of course. Come in Midoriya-san, and we'll talk. Thank you Mashirao." The man smiled, motioning Izuku into the office. "Close the door, Midoriya-san."

Izuku did as he was told, sitting across from the man when he was offered a seat.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Midoriya-san. My name is Uchiau² Bōei³. A Yagi Toshinori-san from Might Tower called me over the weekend to register you for classes." The older man said, looking at a piece of paper in front of him.

"That's correct, Sir." Izuku nodded, clenching his fists in his lap.

"You must be something if a talent scout from Might Tower has taken an interest in you." The man smiled. He looked stern, but Izuku could tell he was nice with the way he talked to Ojiro. "Tell me, have you had any sort of combat experience?"

Izuku shook his head. "Not really. At least, not anything formal. I own Gunhead's self-defense videos, and I've learned basic holds, throws, and escapes from that."

"That's a good start. Any workout routines?"

"Well...now that I have started training under All Might...'s agency, I have a new workout routine. Before, I jogged, did basic weight training, basic stretching, and anything we did in P.E. at school." When saying it outloud, Izuku felt a little pathetic that he didn't work out more. Sure he trained in his quirk, but it wasn't a physical one.

Uchiau chuckled. "Don't worry. Most people don't train their bodies too much if their quirk doesn't require it. The fact that you work out outside of school is good. A lot of hero hopefuls don't train their body until it they enter an internship with a hero agency or they get into a hero school that requires physical fitness."

Seeing Izuku nod, the man stood up and walked to a closet inside his office. He pulled out two small packages, handing them to Izuku. "This is your gi, pants, and belt. There are some changing rooms next to the bathroom. Go ahead and get changed, and we'll start with your first lesson."

Izuku nodded again, taking the new clothes. He went to the changing rooms and changed into his new uniform. The material felt strange against his skin. It wasn't a bad strange, but one he wasn't used to. He walked out of the rooms and approached Uchiau with slight hesitation.

"Ah, you wear the uniform well Midoriya-san." Uchiau chuckled. "Come. I am going to pair you with Ojiro. He has been doing martial arts for quite some time, and is one of my best students. He will teach you your basic forms today."

Izuku smiled and nodded, walking with the older man to Ojiro. Izuku watched the blond boy with his muscular tail sparring with a boy with green skin and large black eyes. Izuku felt that Ojiro's sparring partner looked like an alien from the 1980's. He was itching to ask the boy about this quirk, but knew this wasn't the time or the place.

"Ojiro. Come here please."

Ojiro nodded, bowing to his sparring partner and jogged over to Izuku and Uchiau. "Yes, Sensei?"

"Ojiro, you are going to be teaching Midoriya-san the basics today. Teach him the basic stretches and forms, so that when he returns on Wednesday, he knows what to do when he arrives."

"Of course, Sensei." Ojiro smiled and led Izuku away from the cluster of people, where the green-haired boy would have more room.

The stretches were rather easy compared to the stretched All Might had taught him. They were simple, but did it's job to get him warmed up and loose. He followed the tailed-boy as he went through the forms. His movements were stiff, and rather sloppy, but he knew his forms would become more fluid and precise with practice.

His hour lesson had finished, and Izuku could practically hear his muscles and joints screaming. His morning workout today, as well as his martial arts lessons was going to leave him feeling very sore tomorrow. And just in time for another morning work out and parkour training!

Uchiau approached Izuku as he moved off the mat. "Your first lesson went well, I take it?"

"Yes Sensei." Izuku nodded. "It felt rather unnatural and stiff, but I feel that with more time and practice, I'll get the hang of it."

Uchiau nodded, smirking at the green-haired boy. "Wonderful. We shall see you Wednesday for your next lesson."

Izuku nodded, bowing to his new sensei. He changed into his street clothes, and left the dojo to go home.

Izuku arrived home feeling rather tired. He could smell his mother's glorious cooking from the front of the apartment, and he could not wait to eat. He announced his return home, placing his backpack by his shoes after he took the off.

"Good evening, Sweetheart." Inko smiled, stirring the vegetables she had cooking in a saute pan.

"Hi Mom." Izuku said, grabbing dishware to set the table.

"How was your first day of training? Tell me all about it!"

Izuku did. He told her everything he did that morning, and how he felt he might have pulled all the muscles in his body trying to drag the refrigerator and All Might. He had to explain that All Might was personally seeing to his morning training, which made his mother all the more excited for him. He went on to talk about his martial arts classes.

Dinner was served as he continued the conversation, though the conversation changed to all of the different quirks he saw at the dojo. Izuku mumbled a bit about how he wanted to ask all of the students and teachers about their quirks so he could add them to his notebooks. Inko chuckled, reeling Izuku back in from his mumble fest. They discussed how their school and work day went as dinner was finishing.

Izuku cleared the table and washed the dishes, then retreating to his room to work on homework. He fortunately had a light load today, so he was able to get his homework done before his scheduled bedtime. He decided to take a hot bath to soak his aching muscles, knowing if he didn't, he'd regret it in the morning. After his long soak, he dried off and went to bed feeling excited for the next day's training.

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The next day was similar to the last, though Izuku was more sore than he cared to admit.. Izuku did his morning work out and garbage cleanup, went to school, and attended his first parkour lesson at Kaisoku. The parkour lessons were far different than he expected. In order to do parkour, the runner had to not only be quick, but confident in their movements, flexible, and be strong. Izuku thought he was going to have to learn how to do flips and tricks, but that came once he was at a specific level of flexibility and strength.

His first lesson consisted of push ups, pull ups, core training, and copious amounts of stretching. He went home feeling like he had been hit by a bus. He was sore from the day before, he was sore now, and he was going to be sore tomorrow. At this rate, he figured he was going to be sore for a while.

When he got home for his parkour lesson, his evening went the same as it had the night before: dinner with his mother, wash the dishes, finish homework, soak in the bathtub, go to bed.

His Wednesday and Thursday went the same way. His training on Friday and Saturday went about the same as the previous lessons had before. The beach had a lot of the smaller pieces picked up, but the larger garbage was still a nuisance. They were incredibly heavy, and he could only move so much of it.

Months had passed, four to be exact, with Izuku sticking to the hero's grueling schedule. Izuku's body began to change thanks to the intense workouts and diet. When he started the new regime, Izuku had stood eye to eye with his mother. Now, he stood five centimeters taller than her. Izuku's physique had also changed. He wasn't as lanky and skinny as he once was. He had a bit more muscle to him. He would be considered toned, rather than buff.

His body wasn't the only thing that changed. Izuku began to feel more confident in himself. While he had a sense of confidence that came from having a strong quirk, this was something more. Thanks to the martial arts class, he had become friends with his classmate Ojiro. Ojiro and Izuku had similar personalities that meshed well. Ojiro had been invited several times to Izuku's apartment on his day off. Izuku had his first friend. He had been friendly with classmates, been invited to group hangouts and birthdays, but not a real friend.

On top of being more confident in himself with his first friend, he felt more confident in his body. He wasn't one to show off, and he didn't show off his new physique. But he walked with his head held high, and his back a little straighter. He was more conscious of his surroundings, and moved much more fluidly thanks to his workouts.

The green-haired boy stared at the trashed beach before him, a frown etched on his lips. 'The beach isn't being cleaned up as quickly as I'd hoped.'

Izuku had finally been able to start moving the heavy appliances, but it felt like it was going slowly. He would move some appliances, a new ones would show up on the beach. It was like taking two steps forward and one step back; he was making progress, but it wasn't good enough.

'Perhaps I can clean up the beach on Sundays…' The boy thought, bringing his forefinger and thumb to his chin in thinking position. 'I could also probably do some cleaning after dinner throughout the week.'

Mapping out how his schedule would change, Izuku set off to complete his morning clean up.

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Two months had passed since Izuku had changed his schedule around. Two months of cleaning up the beach after dinner, staying up into the early hours to finish homework, and cleaning the beach on his day off. And Izuku was struggling.

He looked like death warmed over; eyes sunken, pale complexion, moodiness, muscle aches, slower reflexes, and he wasn't concentrating on his schoolwork. Izuku knew he looked like a hot mess, but he knew there was only four more months until the Yuuei entrance exams, and he was determined to keep up the grueling schedule.

But due to Izuku's lack of concentration, it had become apparent to Izuku's class that there was something wrong. Ojiro and Uchiau had both approached Izuku, asking the boy if he was alright. Izuku had done his best to try and convince the martial artists that he was alright, but they didn't buy it. Katsuki also had noticed the greenet was struggling, though he wasn't as concerned.

Izuku and Katsuki had always battled for the top spot in the class, and with Izuku's lack of concentration, he had given up the top spot to the angry blond. Not that Katsuki was mad at being the best, he always knew he was. But he felt cheated; how dare that worthless Deku just hand him the top spot!

"Midoriya-kun, could you please read the next passage?"

"..."

"Midoriya-kun?"

The class turned, looking at Izuku.

"Fucking nerd's asleep!" Katsuki growled, looking at the slumbering boy.

"Oh dear…" Came the teacher. The teacher was a tall woman with pointy features. Her hand extended from her arm, moving across the classroom towards Izuku. She gently tapped Izuku's cheek with her hand. "Midoriya."

Izuku blinked, his vision fuzzy with sleep. He slowly sat up, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"Midoriya."

Izuku jumped, realizing where he was. "AH! Ah! S-Sensei! I-I'm sorry!"

The woman sighed, retracting her hand back to her arm. "Indeed. Please stay after school and see me, Midoriya-kun."

Izuku blushed furiously, hanging his head. "Y-Yes Sensei."

Katsuki looked at the boy, his expression cold. 'Keh! Stupid, shitty Deku. Falling asleep in class like he's too good to fucking pay attention.'

Izuku spent the rest of his school day making sure he stayed awake, taking adequate notes for upcoming tests and quizzes. Once school was over, Izuku went to the teacher's offices were.

He knocked, sliding the door open. "Togatta⁴-sensei?"

"Ah Midoriya-kun. Please come in." The woman smiled, offering the boy a seat next to her desk.

Izuku complied, sitting across from history teacher. "I'm sorry for falling asleep in class, Sensei. It won't happen again."

Hota smiled. "It's alright, Midoriya-kun. Though, I did call your mother this afternoon.

A horrified expression passed over Izuku's paling face. "Wh-what? Why?"

"Normally I wouldn't call a parent on an isolated case. However, your grades have started dropping in my class. I've also talked with your other teachers, and your grades are dropping in your other classes as well. You have always been a good student. What is going on, Midoriya-kun? Is everything okay at home?" Togatta asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Izuku's eyes widened; of course he didn't have problems at home! Why would they think that?!

Izuku took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. He wanted to remain calm during this conversation, considering his moods have been different with his lack of sleep.

"Everything is okay at home, Togatta-sensei. I've started a new workout routine so I can be prepared for the Yuuei's entrance exam, and it has kind of gotten out of hand." Izuku explained as vaguely as he could.

Hota nodded her head in understanding, though she still had a frown on her face. "I can appreciate that, Midoriya-kun. Truly. But perhaps it is best to ease up on your workouts. If you aren't receiving the proper amount of sleep at night, it is bad for your health."

Izuku sighed, nodding his head. "Thank you, Togatta-sensei. I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

The woman nodded, giving the boy a soft smile. "I'll be lenient this time. But the next time I catch you asleep in my class, I will be giving you detention."

Izuku nodded, bidding his teacher goodbye. Izuku made his way home feeling rather grim. He was not looking forward to going home. Looking at the time on his phone, he knew he was going to be late for martial arts. Staying behind and talking with his teacher really messed up his time table.

Putting his phone away, Izuku headed out of the school's grounds. His mom wasn't going to be home for a few hours, and he wanted some time to think things through before he dealt with his mother. Before he knew it, Izuku was standing in front of the still rather trashed beach.

Izuku looked down at the junkyard beach, giving a heavy sigh. He walked down onto the sand, staring out at the blue water before him.

'I can't believe I fell asleep in class. Mom is going to kill me. I won't be able to keep training under All Might. And I was getting close to finishing the beach too…' Izuku thought, his emotions bubbling inside of him.

'I royally screwed this up. I just wanted to get ahead of schedule, and now I might not be able to continue my training…'' Izuku sniffled, wiping his tears from his eyes that threatened to fall.

"Hey… you okay?"

Izuku looked to his left, a girl with shoulder length ashy blond hair and blunt bangs was staring at him with big, slitted yellow eyes. The boy screeched in panic, flailing his arms as he jumped back from the girl.

The girl giggled, bringing a hand to cover her mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You looked upset and I wanted to see if you were okay."

Izuku stared at the girl, swallowing hard. 'A-A-A girl is t-t-talking to me! Don't mess this up, Izuku!'

Clearing his throat, Izuku spoke. "Uh y-yeah. I'm okay. J-J-Just a lot on my mind, ya know?"

The girl nodded, taking a step towards Izuku. "I understand. High School entrance exams are coming up in a few months. My mom and dad are constantly on me to make sure I'll be able to get into a good high school."

"That's true. I've got a lot of pressure on me about high school too. I'm Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you." The boy smiled, holding out his hand.

"Toga Himiko." She smiled, shaking Izuku's hand. "So, you feeling better, Midoriya-kun?"

Izuku chuckled. "A little bit." He looked back towards the beach, giving a sigh.

"You know, this beach used to be a lot worse." Himiko said.

"Huh?"

The blonde nodded, looking at the green haired boy. "Mhm! It used to be a giant dump! You would see things all over this beach: garbage, furniture, tires, stoves, and even a car! But it's gotten so much better lately! You can actually walk on this beach now. A few months ago, you could hardly step on this beach and not step of trash."

Izuku's eyes widened hearing this girl talk.

"When the beach is done, I'm going to come here with friends and play in the sand and build castles, and swim in the ocean! I'm so excited!" She turned to Izuku with a bright smile. She blinked, seeing the boy looking quite emotional. "Midoriya-kun?"

Izuku sniffled, wiping away any tears that surfaced. "Yeah….this beach is getting better. I…..I always thought that when I passed by this beach, it looked like a mess. Even though it was getting better, it was still a dump. It wasn't going to be clean. But….you're right. It will get clean, and people are going to want to play on the beach and swim in the ocean. I think that's what the person who's cleaning up this beach wants now."

Himiko looked at Izuku with a bright smile, her sharper canines obvious. "I think so too!"

Izuku pulled out his phone, checking the time again. "I'm sorry to do this Toga-san, but I have to get going. My mom will be home soon, and I need to help with dinner."

Himiko nodded, holding her hand out to him. "It was nice to meet you, Midoriya-kun. I hope we can both enjoy the beach when it's clean."

"Me too, Toga-san." He shook the girl's hand. He lead the girl back to the street, and waved goodbye as they went their separate ways.

Izuku felt a little lighter as he walked home. Even if he couldn't train under All Might any more, he would still clean the beach. He wanted to see that beach clean so people like Himiko could enjoy it.

He finally reached his apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside. "I'm home." He called out.

"Welcome home, Izuku. Would you come into the kitchen, please?" Inko called from inside the house.

Sighing, Izuku took off his shoes and moved towards the kitchen. He went further into the apartment, seeing his mother and All Might - Yagi Toshinori, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Y-Yagi-san. Hello." Izuku said with a bow. He then moved to the table to sit across from the adults. "I...I know why you're here, Yagi-san."

"Oh? Why am I here, my boy?" Toshinori said, staring at the Izuku with a critical eye.

"I...I fell asleep in class today. I didn't mean to, but I guess I've been overworking myself. On top of that...my grades have been kind of slipping. I haven't flunked any tests, but I know my grades could be better..." The green haired boy said, his fists clenched in his lap.

"You shouldn't be overworking yourself! I made your schedule the way I did so you would be able to have enough time to train, eat, schoolwork, and sleep. It should have been flawless." Toshinori said, feeling confused as to why Izuku was overworked.

"He hasn't been following your schedule, Yagi-san." Inko said, eyeing her son. "He's been going to the beach to work out more, doing his homework at the table and into the late hours of the night. He told me that All Might had approved of this change."

"He most certainly did not!" Toshinori scolded. "My boy, why would you lie to your mother about this? Why would you not follow the schedule I gave to you?"

"I...I felt like I wasn't doing enough!" The boy exclaimed, his eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears. "I didn't feel like I was training hard enough, I wasn't cleaning the beach fast enough, I wasn't doing enough!"

"Izuku, honey, why do you feel like this?" Inko asked, her eyes becoming glassy as well. There was a slight hitch to her voice, obviously upset that her son was upset.

"I...I don't know. I just...see the beach is still a mess, and I felt like I wasn't doing enough or I wasn't working hard enough to train and clean the beach. I guess I was taking a shortcut instead of doing it right." Izuku sighed. "I know I'm doing well in my martial arts and parkour class, but I just...I don't know. I just felt like I was falling behind."

"My boy…" Toshinori frowned, reaching across the table and placing a hand on Izuku's slumping shoulder. "I understand the way you feel. Everyone feels like that at some point. Even All Might has days where he has felt like that." He knew that would get Izuku's attention. "Yes. Even All Might feels he is lacking in some areas. It's normal to have feelings like this, but you can't rush things. It will only hurt you in the end."

Izuku nodded, smiling at the skeletal man. He turned to his mother, who still looked upset. "I'm sorry, Mom. I broke our agreement." He looked down at his lap, feeling ashamed for upsetting his mother.

Inko stared at her son, still upset at what was going on. But seeing how upset he was, made her anger and sadness dissipate. She sighed, taking in a breath before she spoke. "I understand how you were feeling, Izuku. You promised you would keep your grades up and you would be safe. But, your grades started to slip and you've been working yourself to exhaustion. I don't condone your actions, but I understand them." She took another deep breath, slowly letting them out. "I'm going to let you continue with your training, but this is your only second chance. If this behavior continues, I will immediately put a stop to any and all forms of training."

Izuku looked at his mother, his eyes watering with happiness. "Th-Thank you, Mom! I promise, I won't do it again. I've learned my lesson."

Toshinori nodded, smiling at his young pupil. "Midoriya-san." He said, turning to Inko. "I believe it would be best if Young Midoriya took tomorrow off to rest and recuperate, so that he may get back to his original schedule."

Inko nodded, smiling at the blond. "I agree. I have some sick time at work, so I can stay home tomorrow to make sure he is actually resting." She said, giving her son a firm look.

"Don't worry, Mom. The thought of sleeping in tomorrow is too good for me to pass up." He joked, laughing with the two other adults.

Once the air had been cleared between them, Inko had began cooking dinner. She and Izuku had inviting Toshinori to stay, but he politely declined, stating he had some papers that he needed to take care of.

Izuku helped his mom finish preparing dinner, and the two greenets ate in comfortable silence. After dinner, Izuku did the dishes for his mother and joined her in the living room to watch some T.V. They watched the evening news and a few eccentric game shows together, a sense of relaxation and calm washing over them. Izuku decided he was going to take his bath early so he could go to sleep early.

Once clean and ready for bed, her bid his mother goodnight, and tucked himself under his All Might themed comforter. As he snuggled into the comfort of his bed, his mind was still reeling from what happened earlier that day.

'I almost blew it. I almost lost everything I worked so hard for.' He took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. 'I won't mess up again. There are only four months left until Yuuei's entrance exams. I will be ready for them. I'll be ready, and I will get in so that I can be a hero.'

Izuku smiled, feeling a rush of determination run through him. He closed his eyes, feeling his body sink into his mattress, and was asleep within minutes.

~ End Chapter

Tamagoyaki- Tamagoyaki is a rolled omlette that can either be salty or sweet.

Uchiau- means "combat".

Boei- means "defense" or "self-defense".

Togatta- means "pointed". I named the teacher this after her pointy features. There is a picture of this teacher in the manga, but there was no name.

I'm still trying to keep the theme of puns in the BNHA universe. Hopefully I am still doing a good job.

Before anyone get's angry, yes, Himiko is not evil or super crazy in this fic. In fact, I am planning on making her a hero. I genuinely love Himiko, so I wanted to do something different.

Let me know what you think guys! Leave me your comments, and tell me what yout hink or any suggestions to the fic.