The sports festival showed her that she wasn't strong enough, fast enough, or smart enough to last as a hero.

And the finals had confirmed it. Despite being ranked first in the academic portion of the exam, she still ended up failing. The constant reminder left her tasting bile for the past few days. Was there truly nothing she could do? Everybody kept talking about how remarkable her quirk was, how powerful it was. So why was it that when she tried to use it when it mattered, it was never enough.

Momo ran a hand through her hair, wincing at how greasy it had gotten. If she wasn't careful this slump could just turn into something worse. Something much worse, closer to depression than anything else. She needed help.

"I understand your plight," Aizawa-sensei had said to her, his usual glower was softer than normal. "But there is little advice I can give you that I haven't already been giving you. You rely on your quirk too much and not enough."

She didn't even know what that meant.

All Might was no help either. He talked about how it was heroic spirit that mattered, and that she could overcome this obstacle.

The encouragement was nice. But she wanted help. Instructions on how to use her quirk better and how to become a better hero.

"Why not go see the quirk Guru?" One student had told her, a passing upperclassman had overheard her talking about it to her friend Kyoka Jiro. "He's great with helping people with their quirks and can even make you some great support items."

"What?" His friend slapped him on the shoulder. "You're sending her to the Support Devil? That monster?"

"He's not that bad, but that first year he hangs out with gives me the creeps, constantly referring to her gadgets as her 'babies'."

"Dude, you're talking about the guy that made the robots for finals last year! I heard that he was so pissed that someone destroyed one them that he beat the tar out of them and is building even scarier robots for winter finals this year!"

"Oh man really? I'm not sure what's scarier him or his robots."

"Or that gremlin."

"Nah man, it's him, he fought Mirio to a standstill last week."

"You're kidding? How'd he manage that! He's in the support course!"

Curiosity and a bit of desperation drove her to investigate this man. He was a third year in the support course, a mechanical genius that could give advice on how to use any quirk better. Many called him a demon, others a monster, others called him crazy, but all of them called him the best in the support course. And his name was Izuku Midoriya.

With her resolve set, Momo devoted her time after school to try to find this man. She wanted to get his help before summer came in a few weeks.

He wasn't in The Workshop, instead, he was located in one of the furthest reaches of U.A. Garage 3B. The massive building nearly dwarfed the main U.A. building in its overall volume, but it was lower to the ground and made of a patchwork assortment of metal and glass. The building hummed with mechanical and industrial noises that grated against her ears.

The scent of oil was thick enough that she could taste it.

The front of the garage was comprised of a single small door and two massive doors that looked just big enough for one of those zero point robots to squeeze out of. One of them was open.

The sight inside felt like a different world where sparks and flashes of flame replaced the sun, and the silence was long-forgotten, replaced by the pounding of hammers, the grunts of men and the raw power of industry.

They were all working on a massive robot. Similar in design to those zero pointers, but different in a way she couldn't put her finger on. It was probably the extra set of arms and the smaller head. But she never actually fought one of them so it was hard to actually say.

"Mei!" A cheerful voice shouted from one of the arms. The heavy welder suit he was wearing was bundled around his waist, showing off the green tank top he wore underneath. Gripping a wrench that looked cartoonishly large he twisted, even from a distance she could see his muscles flex and bulge under the strain. For a second nothing happened then the metal groaned and the wrench moved. "Activate the-"

A white cloud erupted from the arm.

She barely managed to get out of the way as it came to an abrupt stop, blanketing the area in a thick and fluffy foam-like material.

Emerging from the foam was the man. His thick green hair held on to the sudds with the jealous tenacity of a child protecting their candy. His green eyes locked onto hers and he stopped for a second, and shouldered that massive wrench and walked towards a nearby wall, looking back towards the robot. "Liquid canon still needs work, clean it up and then take a break we have a guest!"

A dot of pink appeared from the robot, cackling madly as the sound of a fan humming kicked on. A moment later a girl appeared wearing what looked like a complicated leaf blower on her back that pushed the sudds away from the machine.

"Sorry about that." The man finished wiping himself off with a towel and came to stand in front of her. He placed the wrench down in front of him, his hands resting on the handle like it was the sword of a hilt. The man's face was clean-shaven and didn't match his body with how masculine he was. He was more cute than rugged or manly. The fact that he towered over her only made the difference more apparent. "Normally don't get guests all the way out here."

"I'm Izuku Midoirya," He pointed a finger at himself. Then one towards the pink-haired girl. "That's Mei Hatsume, is there something we can help you with?"

"You're tall." Yes, those were the first words that came out of her mouth. No, she really didn't know why. Maybe it was because she was used to being taller than a lot of boys in her grade. Or maybe it was because the wrench he was leaning on was nearly as tall as she was.

"I'm only six three."

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners. I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, I'm in Class 1-A." She placed a hand on her chest and gave a small polite bow and smiled up - and up - at Izuku's ever so slightly immature face.

"Momo? Momo." Izuku tapped a hand on his chin before snapping his fingers. "Ahh, you made it into the sports festival tournament, right? I wish I could have watched your match, but I was busy preparing for the third-year event."

He remembered her name? Why? She didn't even know Izuku existed until this morning. "Oh, you needn't worry yourself, it was a disappointing fight."

Izuku snorted and rolled his - massive - shoulders. "Ahh, so that's why you're here. You looking for some quirk advice or ideas for a new support item?"

"I'm not sure there's a support item that will help me," She admitted looking down at the ground. Then she heard him snort and she looked back up at his eyes.

He didn't look angry exactly, more like she had just stepped on the ideals that he took a great deal of pride in. As though she attacked some pillar of his personality. "Most people think that support items are there to make your quirk stronger, but they also cover your weaknesses and open up new paths for heroes to take. Very few quirks if any, won't benefit from having a support item."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that my quirk allows me to make any item I would need." She felt her cheeks redden under his gaze. It felt like she was boasting. But instead, she saw him staring at her with a smile and curiosity written all over his face. "It's called creation, I basically need to know the atomic configuration of an object in order to make it and-"

"That's amazing!" Izuku shouted his face exploding into a massive grin. "Oh, man I can't believe you have a quirk like that! It sounds so useful, especially since the atomic configuration for just about every material is a google search away. I bet you can even change the compound of a steel sword into something harder, you might even be able to make a blade that has a thickness of one molecule like that. What kind of creations have you made? Can you show me?"

"Oh, I don't keep any of the items I make."

His eyebrows furrowed and his smile vanished. "Why?"

"Keeping them would ruin the local economy, it's why I never make things out of diamonds or other precious-"

"Are you stupid?" Izuku interrupted her with a question that left her stunned.

Those words struck her already deflated self-confidence like two perfectly shot arrows, all she had to cling on right now was that she got good grades. Most people agreed with her, others praised her for having foresight, but this was the first time anybody had ever told her she wasn't just mistaken, she was wrong.

And from his soft frown, she was very wrong.

"That was a bit harsh. I'm sorry." He flexed his fingers and allowed his shoulders to slump. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them she felt his intensity. "It's just a pet peeve when people are holding themselves back for arbitrary reasons."

"How is it arbitrary? I could easily destroy the local economy if I abused my quirk." Her words didn't have much bite in them if any. It just felt like she was trying to defend herself when she knew she was wrong.

"Yea, I guess if you made rare metals and sold them. But think about it. You have a quirk that allows you to make anything. But you don't have anything to show for it." He shrugged and rolled his shoulders. "From what you said, it feels like you're using your quirk in a reactionary manner, you wait to see what you need, then make it. That isn't a bad thing, but you can enter an encounter more prepared."

"You can enter an encounter more prepared with complex support items that only you can make." He held up his hand and sighed. "I imagine speed is a big factor of your quirk, you have to basically recall atomic order, then assemble it in your mind before your body creates it. As good as being able to react to every situation is, there are times where already being prepared can make that much of a difference."

He, he had a point. Just going in already equipped with something could make a world of difference. Even if it wasn't exactly what she needed at the time, it would be something. "You're right, speed is a big factor, the bigger and more complicated something is the harder it is to make. But what do you suggest I start with?"

"Honestly?" he tilted his head from side to side as though he was deciding what deal would be the best. "Joining the support course."

That wasn't what she wanted to hear. "So you're telling me to give up."

"What? No. I'd never tell someone to give up on being a hero." He waved off the notion like the thought was little more than rain on a Wednesday and not a life changing choice. "You have a technical quirk. While you'd gain a lot of experience in the hero course, your technical abilities would be neglected. Do you know who Puppeteer is?"

"No, I can't say I'm familiar with that hero." It sounded like it'd be a common enough name.

"Not surprising, he's a french hero, he can control things like puppets with his quirk. Doesn't sound very useful does it?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "That's why he enrolled in the support course for his first two years so he could learn the skills he needed to make an army of puppets for a variety of uses, even one that lets him fly. Even Best Jeanist, took support classes while he learned to develop his quirk."

"I understand what you're saying. But." She bit her lip. She liked her class. She didn't want to leave the hero course.

Izuku sighed and popped his neck once. "In my opinion, this will help you become a great hero. But, I can understand why you're so reluctant. So join the engineering club after school. The only other member is that gremlin."

He pointed towards the far corner where a pile of scrap sat and that pink-haired girl Mei was currently working on some project.

"She's weird, but she might be better than making support gear than I am. When it's not exploding." Izuku winced and gave a soft laugh. "But anyways, if you join us, I'll help you develop gear that only you can make, and I'm sure I could figure out new ways for you to use your quirk as we go along."

"That's very kind of you Izuku." She placed a hand over her chest looking up at him. "But, what do you get out of it?"

"Not a lot." He licked his lips and a smile grew to split his face. "But I have to admit I'd like to see what your quirk can do if you really unleashed its potential."

"Very well then, I'll be happy to accept your offer Izuku." She extended a hand out to him.

His own hand nearly devoured hers, it wasn't the bone-crushing handshake she thought it would be but it was very, very, firm. "Great! Now let's get started. Mei! Get the hazmat suits! And are you familiar with Isotopes?"

What did she just agree too?

AN: I wanted to write an IzuMomo fic. Somehow that turned into me turning Izuku into a quirkless badass from the support class, that's basically barely Izuku (Maybe if you sprint) anyways. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!