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The first thing Midoriya saw when he woke up was an endless landscape of white. It took him a moment to realize that he was simply staring at the ceiling of the infirmary and trying to get his bearings instead of somehow landing himself in some heavenly world.

The second thing he saw once he got his bearings was the body of a lanky, blond man in the bed next to him, bandages scattered along his body and his feet hanging off the edge of the too short bed. The man made eye contact with Midoriya and suddenly, memories of the day’s events came back to him in a wave.

Arriving at the USJ, getting ambushed, escaping with Tsuyu, Aizawa getting hurt, the Nomu, All Might arriving, Doll Nomu, and—


The man smiled at Midoriya and nodded his head. “I’m glad to see that you’re awake now, you gave me quite the scare.”

“You’re here, and you’re injured. What I saw at USJ… you’re really-”

“Yes, I am All Might,” Yagi said.

“You better not power up and tear that hospital gown apart,” a voice said.

Midoriya and Yagi turned to see a man with a hat and tan coat making his way closer to them. From behind him, Recovery Girl moved towards Midoriya to check on him. The man turned to Midoriya and smiled.

“Hello Midoriya, I’m Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa from the police force. If it’s alright with you, I want to ask you what happened during the attack from your perspective.”

Midoriya sat up and nodded as he began explaining what happened from when they entered the USJ to him passing out.

“...and after I dismissed the Nomu, I passed out.” Midoriya finished.

“Actually, he saw me power down, and then he passed out,” Yagi butt in, causing Midoriya to look at all the adults in a panic.

“We know about All Might and Yagi Toshinori, dearie,” Recovery Girl said as she took his blood pressure. “We also know about One fo-”

“WOW, NAOMASA, GOT ANYMORE QUESTIONS?” Yagi blurted out, not so subtly shaking his head at Recovery Girl with wide eyes. The hero scoffed at Yagi and threw her arms up as she walked towards her office. Midoriya could barely make out her muttering about how Yagi, “Should’ve told him at the beginning of the year.”

“Anyways,” Naomasa pulled up a chair and sat down between the two patients, “Yagi was telling me about your quirk while you were asleep. You can make these ‘dolls’ of people , yes?”

“That’s correct,” Midoriya responded.

“Yet you made a doll of the Nomu,” Naomasa continued, “Which begs the question of what exactly the Nomu is.”

“We were under the assumption that it was an animal experimented on, but we wanted to ask about your quirk’s limitations,” Yagi continued.

Midoriya’s blood ran cold when the dots started connecting for him. “My quirk doesn’t work on animals,” he whispered. “Kacchan and I tried once when we were little and petting a dog, but it didn’t work. My quirk only works on humans.”

“Which means…”

“The Nomu is human,” Tsukauchi concluded, writing on his notepad. “Thank you for your help Midoriya, I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

Tsukauchi sent a knowing look at Yagi before getting up and walking away, leaving the two alone.

“I’m sorry for not telling you so soon,” Yagi said.

“No no no, don’t apologize,” Midoriya immediately replied. “It’s such a major secret and I just found out by accident. I understand why it was a secret.”

“You were going to find out,” Yagi admitted, sitting up as well. “I was planning on telling you everything tomorrow.”

“Is it because I was close with you as Yagi?”

“I will admit, getting to know you this past year has been a wonderful blessing, and helped make my next decision much easier.” Yagi moved from his bed to sit on Midoriya’s, a serious look on his face.

“I guess I should start with my appearance…”



“You want me to what?” Midoriya managed to choke out. He was rendered speechless throughout Yagi’s entire story, from his injury five years ago to the truth behind his quirk.

“From the moment I met you, I knew you held a certain spark, but it wasn’t until when I saw you rescue Uraraka during the entrance exam that I was sure of my decision, and your actions in saving me only reassured it. I want you, Midoriya Izuku, to be my successor and inherent One for All.”

“I’ll do it!” Midoriya blurted out, not knowing where his impulse control went. “I’ll be your successor.”

Yagi chuckled at the boy. “You’ve always been one to dive in head first. I’m sure you need your rest, so we’ll continue our talk tomorrow since there’s no school. I’m sure you understand that everything said is remains a secret.”

“But…” Midoriya trailed off as he looked at Recovery Girl’s office, the door wide open.

“There are some people who know,” Yagi explained. “Recovery Girl, Principal Nedzu, Naomasa, my old teacher, and-” Yagi cut himself off before continuing. “The friend I would mention to you sometimes.”

Midoriya nodded along but suddenly froze, the bliss of the idea of his future quirk being replaced by a sticky situation.

“Everyone knows my quirk,” he began. “How will I explain that?”

“There are cases of people developing more of their quirk as time goes on. It’s rare, but it happens,” Yagi explains. “The stress of USJ took a toll on your body and unlocked a new part to Dollmaker.”

“I guess that can work,” Midoriya mused. “My mom doesn’t know much about quirk science, and no one in the class has known me long enough to question it except for-”


“Kacchan won’t buy it.” Midoriya began to wring his hands together. “He’ll either think I was hiding it or was experimented on like that Nomu or-”

“Izuku,” Yagi interrupted, taking the boy’s wrists to stop his fidgeting. The sound of his first name threw him off as he looked up. “Are you sure Bakugou will react like that?”

“We know everything about each other, whether we like it or not.”

Yagi looked down towards the bed, lost in thought. “This is not my decision to make, but I must ask if he can keep a secret.”

“He can,” Midoriya reassured him.

“If that’s the case, then you can explain the situation to him if you choose to,” Yagi decided.

Midoriya let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Thank you… All Might?”

“That just sounds weird to me,” Yagi laughed. “Please don’t ever call me that while I’m like this, and drop the ‘san’ too while you’re at it.”

Midoriya smiled up at his mentor. “Sure thing, Yagi.”



Midoriya sat outside the steps of the Bakugou household later that evening, waiting for his friend to come outside. He turned around when he heard the door opened, standing up to greet his friend.

“You better not be here to check on me,” Bakugou said.

“No, it’s not that,” Midoriya began, walking down the steps and beckoning Bakugou to follow him. “I need to talk to you.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at his oddly serious friend, but caught and and walked next to him. The two eventually made their way to the park they always walked by on their way home in junior high. Midoriya sat on one of the swings and waiting for Bakugou to sit on the other one. Once he did, he pointed to the sidewalk by the park.

“Do you remember when we were 12, and you told me to make my quirk stronger right over there?” Midoriya asked, swaying slightly on the swing.

“Yeah, what about it?” Bakugou looked slightly put off by Midoriya’s serious tone.

“Do you think I did it?”

“Well you’re certainly not some dead fucking weight,” Bakugou replied. “But you’re also never done training.”

“You’re right about that, but what if I told you I found a way to get stronger.”

“Can you get to the fucking point and stop being so cryptic,” Bakugou snapped. “Why are you acting so ominous about getting stronger with me of all people?”

“Because All Might is going to give me his quirk,” Midoriya blurted out, effectively stunning Bakugou.

“Are you sure your Doll Nomu didn’t hit you too?”

“I’m serious, Kacchan. I talked with All Might when I woke up.” Midoriya began giving Bakugou the same explanation Yagi gave him in the infirmary.

“So let me get this straight,” Bakugou began. “You were trained by All Might without knowing it was him, you impressed him with your recklessness, and now he wants to give you his quirk and make you his successor?”

“Basically,” Midoriya said sheepishly. “I knew if anyone would figure out that something weird was up, it would be you, so I’m telling you first.”

“Well you’re right about that. All the other dumbasses in the class would just gush about it or something,” Bakugou scoffed, and Midoriya noticed how his hands were clenched around the chain keeping the swing up.. “When are you going to start training with it?”

“Wait, that’s it?” Midoriya paused. “No other reaction?”

Bakugou crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “It’s fucking weird but straightforward, now answer my question.”

“Well I’m meeting up with him tomorrow, so probably then,” Midoriya answered.

“Let’s go home now,” Bakugou suddenly said, getting up from the swing and stalking off. “Gotta sleep early and be ready for the great All Might, right?”

Midoriya trailed behind Bakugou’s hunched figure, wanting to call out to him and ask him what was wrong, but ultimately deciding not to. Bakugou worked through things alone, and the last thing he needed was the focus of his problem pestering him so soon.

As for Bakugou, he refused to look behind him as he headed home, keeping his fist clenched in his pocket. He knew he didn’t need a second quirk, he wasn’t jealous about that at all. If he just kept working and making sure he didn’t fuck up anymore than he has, then he’d be fine.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to check his notifications, seeing a few text messages from the person who basically demanded his phone number that day.

Kirishima: Dude!!!!

Kirishima: You live near Midoriya, right?

Kirishima: Do you know if he’s okay?

Bakugou scowled as he typed back.

Bakugou: Never better