DISCLAIMER: I do not own the property used in this fic. My Hero Academia is owned by its creator. This story is just for fun.

Chapter 3: In The Making

It was unbelievable to be in this position twice in one day. But for Izuku Midoriya, it was worth it. Hero work required to put one's life on the line to protect the innocent, and he would meet that criterion. However, he realized that if he were to die on the job, he would leave everything behind, especially his worrisome mother. Although she was very supportive of his career choice, Inko Midoriya wanted nothing more than her only child to be safe. Izuku knew this but still felt guilty as he endangered himself to save another's life. When he reawoke, he would make sure that he apologizes profusely. He would get his chance as blinding white light flooded his eyes, burning along with his head. Izuku grunted as he lifted slowly, trying to ignore the present pain. He was halted and was enveloped in a firm hug.

"IZUKU! BABY!" Inko Midoriya cried out as she hugged her son with extreme vigor. Izuku gladly wrapped his arms around her slim figure, happy to see his mother again. The tears shed by the matriarch soaked through his gown, elated with her son's awakening.

"Mom! Please! A little too tight!" Izuku winced as he felt his slightly toned body get crushed by Inko's surprising strength. Upon hearing this, Inko let go of her son, her face red and stained in tears.

"Sorry dear! Let's get you comfortable." Inko fluffed the pillows behind Izuku and straightened the blanket covering his lower body.

"Kaff! Kaff! W-What's going on? Kaff! Where are we?" Izuku asked with a dry, hoarse voice. Along with a migraine, he was also dying of thirst.

"I'll get a nurse to get you some water, sweety," Inko told her son.

"N-Nurse? Hospital?!" Izuku exclaimed, followed by a series of coughs. The fit then caused a flare-up with his migraine, making Izuku wince in pain.

"I heard about what happened from All Might. He called and told me about what happened yesterday-"

"YESTERDAY?!" Izuku was in shock over what his mother told him. Whenever he overloaded his quirk, he would usually be out for an hour, not a day. But with him having to push his limit repeatedly in such short time laps, it wasn't impossible.

Izuku, please," Inko pleaded to her son. She then took hold of Izuku's hand and continued the story "I almost had a heart attack after he told me. He then took you to the nearest hospital, and that's where you've been for a day."

Just then, a nurse came through the door carrying a clipboard and a clear cup of H2O. "Oh, you're awake. Here, drink this."

Izuku took the cup and drank the water, sighing in relief as his throat was rehydrated. His thoughts then went back to the events of yesterday and remembered what happened. "The boy."

"What?" Inko and the nurse inquired at Izuku's words.

"The boy with the villain! Is he alright?!" Izuku's voice raised as his body tensed. "I pulled him out, but the villain attacked as we made our escape. Did he-"

"He's fine!" Inko nearly shouted as she gripped her son's shoulders. "I'm more worried about you! Running towards a villain like that was foolish, Izuku! When I heard what happened, I thought I lost you, son. If you had-" she couldn't finish her beratement as tears flowed from her eyes once more.

"Mom! I'm alright, really." Izuku said as he held her hand to comfort her. "Please, Mom. I'm sorry for doing what I did, but I couldn't stand by and let someone die."

"I understand that!" she exclaimed with anger and frustration at her son. "You may have a powerful quirk, but that doesn't mean you stop thinking! I know you are a good person, Izuku, but you're just a boy! You should have left it to the professionals!"

"They weren't-" Izuku wasn't going to argue with his mother after what he put her through. He had to make this right now by being smart and not being a hothead like Katsuki. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know what I did was dangerous... but if I could go back and do it again... in a heartbeat."

"Oh, Izuku..." Inko sighed, rubbing her fatigued eyes. It was a blessing and a curse to have raised such a brave and noble child.

Noticing her tiredness, Izuku asked, "Have you slept at all?"

"What do you think?" she coldly replied with a deadpan look. After a hard sigh, Inko continued, "Now that you're awake, I'll probably go home after we talk to the doctor."

"That's good. I love you, Mom. I'm really sorry to have worried you." Izuku apologized, trying to set a lighter mood to the room.

"You better, young man." She smiled at her son with only traces of tears.

Izuku chuckled at his mother's sarcasm. After a few minutes of quiet company, the doctor walked in and began his examination. He started with a few questions and gave him a standard check-up. They then proceeded with a scan of his head and concluded that his near aneurysm needed time to heal and recommended a week without quirk usage. Although Izuku was irked that he couldn't train his quirk, he could at least train his body. The next afternoon, he left the hospital and went back home.

His return didn't go unnoticed by the public, his classmates, or All Might. His path to heroism was on a fast track now, and it was only going to get faster from here on out.

After coming back from a day of school where he was barraged by praise and validation by his peers (short for Katsuki), Izuku exhaustedly walked up the steps of his apartment complex to finally rest. Not only was he crowded at school, but also to and from as well. The Populus of Musutafu were relentless with their compliments that it only made Izuku's head hurt more. Not even a day out of the hospital, and he wanted to be right back in again. This was, unfortunately, part of a pro hero's life, and he needed to get used to it early.

Finally, he reached the door and went inside. "Mom? I'm home."

"In here, dear. We have a visitor!" Inko called out to her son in the living room. Izuku hoped that it wasn't some reporter like the ones he encountered today, but when he turned the corner, he was in shock over who it was.

Lounging next to his mother on the couch was a familiar skeletal man with long blonde hair. His outfit was a formal black suit and tie, and he held a glass of water in his bony hand. A smile stretched across his face as he conversated with Inko and grew larger as he saw Izuku. The two played it cool and acted as if they had never met.

"Ahh! You must be young Midoriya! I head much about you, young man!" All Might got off the couch and made his way to Izuku. Offering his hand, he continued, "I am Toshinori Yagi. I work for All Might's secondary clerical office, meaning non-business matters. My department manages his private affairs."

Izuku took hold of his hand, feigning excitement at his hero in disguise. "You work for All Might?! Mom, he works for All Might?!" he shouted to put on a show for his mother.

"Yes, son! He showed me his card and everything. Seemed legit!" Inko replied with a thumbs up.

"I assure you, my profession is true. That's exactly why I came here today." Toshinori stated. "I, on All Might's behalf, would like to make an offer to your son, Mrs. Midoriya."

"An offer?" both Midoriyas asked, respectively.

"Yes. An offer. A chance for young Midoriya here to train under All Might himself!"

The two couldn't believe what they had just heard. Inko was shocked, but Izuku was beyond thrilled. Training under the greatest hero in the world was a dream come true. And now, his dream would become a reality.

"A-All Might wants to train my Izuku?" Inko tried her best to remain calm in front of her guest, but it proved difficult.

"Please let me train with All Might, Mom! I'll do anything! Anything!" Izuku begged and pleaded to his mother to grant him this wish.

"The doctor ordered you not to use your Quirk for a week, son," Inko responded with concern.

"Not to worry, mam. We could start with just physical training at first or if you wish to wait another week for training to begin." Toshinori wanted to be reasonable but also wanted to train Izuku, for he could be the next wielder of One For All. He was playing a hard gamble that he hoped would pay off.

"Mom, this is a chance of a lifetime. All Might would never train anyone if he didn't felt that they could be a great hero!" The younger Midoriya was hoping to break through to his overprotective mother. His dream of becoming a hero could be further solidified by training under his idol. Deep down, he knew that despite her protectiveness, Inko wanted her son to succeed in achieving his goal.

"I will allow this. But only under these conditions", Inko began. "One, The training must not interfere with Izuku's grades. Two, I must know where you will be at all times. And three, absolutely NO HARM will befall my son. I may change the rules over time to better suit my son's needs. I'm willing to negotiate the terms, but no arguing. Anything else?" she finished calmly and stern.

"No, mam. The terms are fair and will be upheld." Toshinori answered with a smile. Offering his hand, Inko grabbed and firmly shook it, the two coming to terms with the agreement.

"YES! YES! HAHA!" Izuku jumped up and pounded his fist in the air, no longer able to hide his happiness. "I'M GOING TO BE A HERO! WHOOO!"

Toshinori couldn't hold back his smile as he looked upon the ecstatic young man jumping with joy. Having such a pure heart will be a crucial factor in him becoming his successor. He then turned back to Inko and continued to speak to her.

"All Might will create a schedule to balance his studies, sleep, and diet. Also, he'll be training at one location. Have you ever heard of Dagobah Municipal Beach?"

Inko was instantly confused. "Why would All Might want to train Izuku there? Isn't it a dump?"

"Yes, it is, Mrs. Midoriya. It will be part of your son's training to clear the beach of all debris. Not only will it exercise different muscle groups, but it will also remind him of the roots of heroism. It all began with community service, and All Might believes that this will a great way for young Midoriya to begin his journey to become a great hero!" Inko now understood why All Might hired this man. He was just as charismatic as he was.

"Well then, I think this calls for a celebration. Why don't you stay for dinner? Is Katsudon fine with you?" Inko asked.

"I thank you for your kindness, but I mustn't intrude on-"

"Please stay! My mom makes GREAT Katsudon! Especially on special occasions like this!" Toshinori tried his best not to become attached to people due to the dangers that come with being the Symbol of Peace. But looking into the sincere emerald eyes of the hopeful Ninth, he couldn't possibly refuse.

"I will love to stay for dinner, Midoriya family," Tosinori said with a gleaming smile. As Inko prepared the celebratory meal for them all, Izuku and his new mentor sat on the couch and quietly discussed their plan.

"Toshinori Yagi?" Izuku inquired to the hero.

"My true name. An alternate persona to handle my personal business and cover my injury." Toshinori explained to Izuku about his dual identity as well as the training on the polluted beach. They talked back and forth about many things relating to the training to recent events in the heroic world: the various battles, new heroes as well as villains. Eventually, dinner was served, and Toshinori wasn't disappointed. Izuku wasn't lying when he said his mother made GREAT Katsudon. Afterward, the lanky man made his way out of the Midoriya home to head to his. As his mother cleaned up, Izuku talked to Toshinori before he left for the door.

"Now, I warn you. I can be a difficult taskmaster. I accept nothing short of excellence from all who train under me." The Symbol of Peace tried his best to emulate the Eraser hero, wanting to see how his pupil would handle intimidation. If all goes well, Izuku will eventually have to come face to face with Aizawa.

"I think I can handle it," Izuku said with a look and sound of confidence. He knew he found the right one and smiled.

"Very well, Mr. Midoriya," Toshinori held out his hand. "Welcome to my world."

The two engaged in a firm handshake, symbolizing their allegiance to each other. Izuku would work hard to become a great hero, and Toshinori would help him fulfill his true potential as a hero and a new wielder of One For All.

The glorious horizon was shrouded by the years and tons of waste all over the beach. Anyone who was told that they would have to clear this dump of a shore to achieve their dream would most likely give up and walk away. But not Izuku Midoriya. Not today or any day to follow for the rest of time. Or in this case, ten long, hellish months.

"Welcome to Dagoba Municipal Beach, Young Midoriya!"

Izuku, having arrived before All Might, looks around to find his hero striking a pose atop a mountain of garbage.

"All Might! I'm ready for the task ahead of me!" Izuku told his master with confidence.

"Very well, my boy! By the end of the week, this ENTIRE section of the beach must be cleared, and the horizon restored," true to his words, the Symbol of Peace was not going to make this easy for his young pupil. But should he survive, a hero he would become, one that would surpass even him. "UNDERSTOOD?!"

"YES, SIR!" the response put an even bigger smile on his face. With nothing more to say to each other, Izuku went to work and didn't intend to stop.

Over the past week, Izuku gave it his all to keep to the schedule provided by All Might. His muscles were pushed to their limits constantly. Moving the heavy trash such as refrigerators was extremely difficult without his quirk, but he managed to do it. As per the doctor's orders, the greenette withheld the use of his TK until it could be used safely. By the end of each day, he was exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. Not to mention all of the schoolwork he had to keep up with. Despite the torment he underwent, Izuku found the strength to clear the section without his quirk. The last day finally arrived, and with it went the last of the garbage.

"Ungh! There!" Izuku grunted as he piled the putrid trash away, leaving the section of beach free of mess and full of beauty. "Finished." he sighed with a content look on his face.

About ten feet back, Toshinori smiled at Izuku's progress. He couldn't be more proud as he gazed upon the mountain of trash removed from the beach. Clapping his hands together made Izuku turn in attention, smiling as he gathered his breath.

"Well done, Young Midoriya!" the skeletal man exclaimed as he gave a thumbs up. "You have restored this section's former glory!"

"T-thank you, sir. I feel like I've done something good for the world." Izuku says, leaning on his hands and knees. "It's a nice feeling."

"As it should!" Toshinori said, chuckling. "Heroism takes all forms! Even the smallest, seemingly trivial act of good makes a difference. Remember this until the end of your days, Young Midoriya."

A familiar voice boomed as smoke emerged from Toshinori's body, flying away to reveal All Might striking a dramatic pose. "Nothing is trivial! Not while there is life!"

The powerful words spurred Izuku to complete the rest of Dagoba's restoration. Standing tall on his feet, he huffed a breath to respond. "Yes, sir! I will not fail! I will become a hero just like you! A HERO WHO SAVE PEOPLE WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE!"

"AHAHAHAHA! That's the spirit, Young Man!" All Might exclaimed. "Head home and rest, my boy, for tomorrow, THE REAL TRAINING BEGINS!"

With a week now passed, Izuku was finally able to use his quirk again. All Might instructed him to move the larger junk with his TK until he was tried, then use his hands until his quirk recovered. It would've been a great workout if it wasn't almost easy. Due to the training he received prior, his TK was even stronger, making short work of all the cleaning. Izuku stacked massive objects on top of each other and lifted them over his head, using his field to hold them together like glue. All Might was astonished by the boy's progress, now even more impressed by Izuku's quirk. Before the end of the first month, the entirety of Dagoba Beach was back to its original clear self.

After the beach was clean, Izuku was given exercises to train a different muscle group each day. There was not a single moment when the greenette was not working out. In his home with is equipment and even at school with a forearm clutch and wall sits. Everyone in his social circle was impressed by his work ethic except for a certain explosive blonde.

Katsuki Bakugo made his way home after an excruciating day at school. As if the popularity of his freckled rival wasn't high enough, it now skyrocketed over the past month due to the Sludge Villian incident. The boy who destroyed his ego and reputation was always on Katsuki's mind, adding fuel to his raging flame. Bypassing his hotheaded mother (the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree) he went to his room to sulk.

How could a weakling like Izuku Midoriya be blessed with such great power, Katsuki asked himself mentally. Only the strongest deserved to have power in the world, and in his eyes, it should be him. He, Katsuki Bakugo, was the one who would become the number one hero, not some worthless know it all who always got in his way. He was a pebble on his path to greatness, someone to be stepped on and conquered. But since that day on the playground, he had become a wall, infinite in height and length.

But that won't stop him. Izuku may be strong for whatever reason, but Katsuki would be stronger. He WILL be stronger! He was Katsuki ****ing Bakugo and no one overtakes him. Not even the wall that was Izuku Midoriya.

"Damn him. Damn them." Katsuki's voice oozed with venom and raised with volume as his palm crackled with explosive heat. "DAMN THEM ALL!"

The Bakugo home rattled with the force delt by Katsuki's strike on his bedroom wall. He was definitely going to get a screeching earful by his mother and MAYBE a smack on the wrist by his soft-spoken dad, but that didn't matter. Nothing matter except the wall that stood in his path. Katsuki was going to train ten times, neigh, twenty times harder than ever before. He will reduce the wall before him into dust and throw it to the wind. And when it cleared, Katsuki Bakugo would stand at Ground Zero, as the greatest hero in all of the world.

Hey there, Friendos!

I know it's been a while so I'll be quick about it.

After working tirelessly to finish my school, I was wanting to get back to work on TKO, but unfortunately, the stress had caused me to lose my motivation and drive.

Not to mention the way the world is now and a recent death in the family, my confidence is at an all-time low.

But to quote a great man in my life, "You can't give up when things get bad."

I'm back in the saddle again (I'M BACK!) and I won't fall prey to the failings of life at the cost of my passion and happiness.

Now, originally, this chapter was supposed to be WAY longer! But I've decided to split it into two parts. Part Two will definitely reveal the true potential in Izuku's quirk. And maybe something more? Not sure yet, we'll see.

Also, I snuck some references throughout this chapter. See if you can spot them all ;)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. Thank you for the support, please review and until next time...

- Bran