A/N: Just a stupid idea that I had…

Izuku Midoriya sucked greedily at the air, hoping to get some comfort back in a body that felt rejected by its very soul.

Several hundred meters above ground, was the yakuza leader, now a chthonic shade of monstrous scarlet, half swallowed up by the celestial glow of the sun—like a demon seized by the heavens to receive its due damnation.

Following not far behind him, was Izuku Midoriya, a sparkling streak of ethereal green—a man with godly strength, who even now was closing in on the sinner who strayed from the path of the light. On his back, strapped onto him by tattered the capes of Lemillion, was Eri, the angel who came to his aid.

At the pinnacle of their death struggle, their worlds belonged only to each other.

Midoriya couldn't tell what part of the beast was the capo, which part was his henchman and which part was just plain rock.

Though, none of these mattered to him. Not at this point. All he had to do was keep on punching— to damage himself faster than Eri-chan's power could rewind him.

The beast clasped its arms around itself, and in a spectacle of gorish beauty, the Lovecraftian demon's body exploded into swiveling crimson chunks. Then, just as quickly as it broke apart, the pieces put themselves back together, almagating in the form of a gigantic claw that connected at Overhaul's right shoulder.

With no remorse of hesitation, the absolute tower of an appendage whipped towards the green midget. It would have struck too, had the midget not simply...disappeared.

A strong whip of air that violently tousled his hair, told Overhaul that wasn't exactly what happened. Narrow eyes of gold followed the direction of the squall, landing on the boy who had flashed behind him, and had now taken his back.

It disgusted him...the pervertedly irrational justice that creased the boy's face.

"If I can't even save one little girl in front of me…" Midoriya boomed on top of Overhaul, staring down at the warped remnant of a man.

Skin that was once unblemished and pliable was now marred with freakish zagged lines. A plague doctor with a hatred of illness now looked more sickly than anyone. He was no longer the Chisaki, but Overhaul— a frankenstein who became his own monster.

Midoriya reared back his fist. "THEN HOW CAN I EVER HOPE TO BE A HERO WHO SAVES EVERYONE?!"

Before he could punch, Midoriya paused and screamed in agony as Eri's power overwhelmed him.

At that moment, a crimson hand jetted into his vision.

What followed next was a new kind of agony.

Ever since everyone got back from their work studies, they seemed to be acting a bit differently. Especially that Midoriya…

In an alarming way, the boy felt way too mature. Like a well mannered businessman or even one of those smooth criminals from the old yakuza movies. It was far too different from the occasionally nervous, but well meaning student from the start of the semester.

Hell, yesterday when he asked his opinion on Uraraka's increasingly prominent curves, all he got was a cold advice to focus his life on something more productive.

IT WASN'T LIKE MIDORIYA AT ALL!

Kaminari picked his nose and gave his boogers a lick to see what it tasted like today. Salty but strangely chewy. Though, he liked it better when there was a slight taste of blood mixed onto it.

Sero shot him a disgusted look as he adjusted their video camera. "Man, that's disgusting."

"Shut up. It is none of your business!" He rebuked.

Some people told him the experience from the work studies just caused everyone to mature, but Kaminari wasn't going to be fooled by such cheap and flimsy explanation. He would get to the bottom of this mystery.

If he did well enough, he might even land his own section in the school newspaper. Even better, he could get an entire newspaper dedicated to himself!

He could already imagine it, the glorious title of "Kaminari Reports" printed on papers produced in mass!

"A Lightning Fast Trip Towards the Truth", would be the tagline!

"You ready?" He looked towards Sero, who gave an affirmative thumbs up.

Alright, it was time to start interviewing others around him to see if he could make heads or tails. They still had around fifteen minutes of recess left, but they couldn't afford to dawdle.

Together, they stepped out of their empty classroom and quickly spotted their class rep Iida scolding some hapless students for throwing plastic bottles in the recycling bin for glasswares.

"Yo!" Kaminari waved at the bespectacled boy. "Do you have a moment?"

Interview #1 Tenya Iida

"Midoriya-kun?" Tenya lifted his glasses by the bridge, and stood with a hand cupping his chin . "Yeah...he does seem more adult like recently…"

"All right." Tenya pumped his fist in the air, determination piercing through the thick lenses of his glasses. "I think we should all follow Midoriya-kun's exceptional example and better ourselves as well! Lately, I have noticed—"

They bailed as fast as they could.

Interview #2 Tsuyu Asui

"Kero? It does seem like it."

"Everyone matured, kero...Especially after that happened... " The girl looked pensive as her eyes lowered to the ground.

The girl wouldn't disclose anything after that.

He was dying to know what happened during their work study.

Interview #3 Minoru Mineta

Mineta ripped off a ball from his head and squeezed it so hard that they thought it would burst. "I don't like how Midoriya is getting popular with the girls!"

At this, Kaminari had to agree. The boy's whole sudden increase in class and maturity had caused the girls in their class to start seeing him in a different light.

"I bet he's just faking it anyway!" Sero exclaimed

Kaminari nodded in agreement. "The girls these days seem attracted to the cool and collected type."

Sero pointed a finger at himself. "Do you think someone like me will be able to pull it off?"

Both Kaminari and Mineta gave a dejected shake of the head. "It is too late for us now... Our characters are already set in place."

Interview #4 Fumikage Tokoyami.

Though Tokoyami walked into them in the midst of interviewing, and it was probably courteous for them to interview him as well…

Kaminari had a feeling that Tokoyami most likely would say something dark and edgy that would only creep them out.

Pass!

Interview #5 Eijirou Kirishima

"Midoriya-kun was super manny!" Kirishima raised a flexed arm in the air, the other hand feeling his prominent biceps. "It is just the process of becoming a man!"

Like they thought, Kirishima was completely useless...

Interview #6 Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki sat relaxedly on the couch of the school's gym, head cocked slightly to the back while his face morphed into an angry scowl. A white towel draped over his shoulders. "How should I know?"

He proceeded to give them the finger. "Now hurry up and fuck off! Stop wasting my time!"

Interview #7 Ochaco Uraraka

Ochaco Uraraka sat on the bench, shifting anxiously against the camera pointed at her. She hoped that it wouldn't zoom onto anything too untoward. She didn't like how much Sero was grinning either.

"You sure you're focusing it on my face, right?"

"Yup. Your face. Both of them."

Huh...

"Anyway!" Kaminari interjected. "Is there anything strange that you noticed about Midoriya recently?"

Ochaco's breath hitched, her eyes avoiding the camera. Indeed, she had noticed that Deku-kun had been acting strange ever since they returned from the hospital.

Perhaps he was feeling guilty that he managed to escape from the incident relatively unscathed, while everyone else was left in shambles, sometimes even literally.

But recently, Deku-kun was kind of cold. He barely even acknowledged her when she greeted him this morning.

It was a strange feeling when someone you cared about seemed to be so close, yet so far at the same time.

However, out of respect for Deku-kun's privacy, she would refrain from making any comments for now.

"Well…" Uraraka trailed off unconvincingly, a nervous finger stroking her cheeks as she continued to avoid the camera "Who can say?"

She then found an excuse to leave and jogged away before they could catch up.

Sero turned to Kaminari. "I think they are doing it."

Kaminari turned to Sero and gave a nod. "They are definitely doing it."

At night, Izuku Midoriya made it back into his room. In the past few days, he had made an effort to wipe his shelves of figures of false idols. The carpet of his floor had been vacuumed thoroughly. His shower didn't have a single thread of hair clogging the drain. His bed and mattress also no longer reeked of the disgusting, stomach-churning odor.

His room had a set of table and chair in the center, with the table wiped so clean that it could serve as a mirror. Naturally, he ripped off all the offensive posters off his wall.

Some might accuse the room of being drab, or devoid of personality. But to him, they were all that was necessary.

Izuku Midoriya sat on his chair, leaned back on it and allowed himself to get comfortable. Like he thought, an entire day of mingling with patients was exhausting.

If he didn't protect himself, he just might catch something.

Izuku stretched, feeling the satisfying pop of his stiff joints. Once he rid himself of all worldly discomfort, he allowed his eyes to close and traveled to the recess of his mind.

In his mind's eyes, he was still seated in his chair. Except his room had an additional guest.

Chisaki looked in front of him, towards the boy fixed into the wall like an ugly ornament.

A smirk formed underneath Chisaki's mask. "We meet again, Midoriya."