"Izuku Midoriya, goodness..."

To say that Toshinori was joyous to hear his mentor's voice over the phone was only to paint half of the picture. First of all All Might, the greatest hero to live, was terrified. Gran Torino, however, wasn't finished just yet.

"Thanks to him, I'm getting a pay cut," the old man complained over the public use phone. "My teaching license is also suspended for the next six months. Well, considering the extenuating circumstances, it couldn't be helped. The part when he starts moving without thinking is just like you, Toshinori!"

"I humbly apologise!" Toshinori rambled his excuses. "It is because of my insufficient teaching...To cause you such troubles, I can't apologise enough..." he went on as he stormed out of the staff room, ignoring all the confused looks other teachers gave him.

"I didn't care about that license anyway," responded Gran Torino. "I only got it so I could teach you and fulfil my promise to Shimura."

"And I am truly thankful to you for that. I wouldn't be who I am now without your teaching..."

"You say this, but you never come to visit."

"That's...my job as a teacher is just so taxing on my time!"

"I call today to talk about the hero killer. I only saw him in person for a few minutes...but he had me shaking."

"To frighten someone like you, Gran Torino..."

"Yes. And it shames me that a child was braver than me. The pressure I felt must have been because of the hero killer's strong ideology...or his obsession. Somewhat akin to your "Symbol of Peace" thing. To put it bluntly, it is charisma. As the investigation proceeds, his ideas, his words will seep into TV, newspapers and the internet. Our age, for better or worse, is indeed that of suppression. New villains will arise, influenced by his ideas. Sporadically at first, they will be taken down as they always were, as there is no unity amongst them. That is where the League of Villains steps in. The taken footage showed that they were not too far behind. This will been enough to connect them to Stain, to alleviate them from the rank of bold delinquents to a force to be reckoned with. While the malice of an individual is weak, together, united by a strong ideology, they will pose a problem. Especially since now they have receptacle. The mastermind behind this plan knew this and acted."

Toshinori began to sweat, realisation slowly gnawing on his mind.

"He is slowly getting rid of obstacles while utilising them to his advantage. All with the purpose of reaching his own goals...when I heard from Tsukauchi that Nomus have multiple Quirks, I had my suspicions...The signs are there, and they point towards the same man...All for One is on the move again."

"For him to have survived that injury is a reality I don't want to believe," Toshinori responded slowly, his hand instinctively going to his chest.

"Toshinori. Midoriya admires you greatly. You must find it in yourself to tell him this important truth. About One for All and your own past."

Toshinori remained silent for a moment. "I know I have to," he finally said. "There is...something else you must know. Especially if it is as bad as we fear. You have seen young Fenton among the students, correct?" 

Gran Torino felt like he would not like where it would lead to. "The white-haired one?"

"Yes. The boy is his splitting image. This, his powers which cannot be explained by a single Quirk, and even the way he acts — me, Tsukauchi and the Commission have the reasons to believe that he is All for One's prodigy."

After more silence, Toshinori nearly went deaf.

"When were you going to tell me?!" Gran Torino yelled. "Didn't you think this may be important to me as well?"

"I'm sorry, sensei!" Toshinori begged.

"And you keep him close to your successor, too? Are you insane?" Gran Torino went on.

"Young Fenton wants to become a hero, sensei. I can see that his heart is in the right place, no matter his heritage, and as far as I know, he has no idea of One for All, nor does he know about his parent. But if All for One really is back, we must make sure that the boy never falls under his influence. Tsukauchi is Fenton's guardian, and I trust him to do this."

"You fool. Why didn't you talk to me?" Gran Torino grumbled, rubbing his temples. "He is clearly a rebel. Remember what I said about the ideology, Toshinori. His doesn't seem to be much different from the brief moments I saw and heard him."

To that, Toshinori had no answer. "So what are you suggesting now, sensei?"

"I will ask Tsukauchi while he is still here. It is not something to discuss over the phone. We clearly can't cast him aside. Whatever he may say, the boy hasn't done anything wrong yet. Or is there something else I do not know?"

"He lived in the streets. He did not join any gangs and did not harm anyone. There was, however...an illegal fighting pit."

"That's what I am saying, Toshinori! The seeds are all there. If All for One gets to him, the boy's access to Midoriya will be our downfall. Keep an eye on Fenton. Inform the commission about all of our suspicions. And don't let Midoriya remain in the dark about him, too...Be considerate, Toshinori. They both are still children, there is no predicting the reaction."

"Yes, sensei. I'll take your advice to heart."

After the call ended, Gran Torino was consumed by heavy thoughts. When he had walked into the hospital room and saw a raven-haired teen, he hadn't paid him much heed. Sure, his appearance the night before was uncannily similar, but what's a facial similarity in a world of over 10 billion people. But now, hearing this, the old man was conflicted. There was anger lurking somewhere deep, the idea of that monster siring a child, ignoring him to an extent that the boy would have to fend on the streets, while Shimura...

No, that wasn't a way to think about him, Gran Torino reasoned in his elderly wisdom. Young Danny was deserving of being judged in separation from the events older than him by a large amount. And yet, his predicament was baffling. Why would All for One throw away such a valuable asset without any means of controlling him? Perchance he simply didn't know of Danny's existence until a certain point. Question was, when exactly was that point reached? Nonetheless, it was strangely ironic how the son of the most vile man in that world would want to become a hero. Gran Torino was absorbed in his thoughts until he saw the noise coming from the reception desk. And it just had to have something to do with young Danny.

The boy was leaving the hospital and was signing the last papers, already in his white-haired form, ready to take off any second. Unlike his friends, Danny could resume his internship already, and he was starting on very next day. It was strange to Gran Torino that the boy's resemblance factor kicked in solely when he was using the power he supposedly inherited. Although there weren't any other children to compare him to, so maybe that's how it was supposed to function.

The noise was in actuality the noisy crowd actually recognising him from the tournament and immediately coming up to take an autograph. His reaction, immediate and undoubtedly sincere, spoke a lot of his nature. A violent blush of green, followed by a grin and excitement in his green eyes. Unused to, but enjoying the positive attention. Obviously the boy signed all of the people's possessions begging to be signed. The tournament and his involvement in the local rescue operations warranted him a degree of recognition. He had learned from Endeavour that Danny was capable of dealing with Nomus swiftly and efficiently by possessing their bodies. His collection of powers was bizarre, and, from what he had gathered, Gran Torino could see how Danny would name his Quirk that way.

There really wasn't anything strange about the young hero trainee. It was almost comical how unassuming he was at the first glance when not in battle. For a while the old man watched him, trying to find the smallest hint of dishonesty. Yet, the boy even held the doors open for an old lady. No, the child could not be judged in toe with his abhorrent father, especially since they must have had no contact with each other. Yet the boy did break the law at some point. Gran Torino ultimately decided that time would be the best judge, and until then he would resign to learning more and making sure that the boy posed no threat.

He simply hoped that he would not be too late.

-Linebreak-

"The only one I'll let kill me is the one true hero! All Might!"

The video stopped and Giran put his decorated phone away.

"Come on, they cut off the best part," Danny grumbled as the broker ignited a cigarette.

It was raining buckets that day. As the half ghost was once again passing the broker's field of operations, the boy decided to pay him a visit and learn of what was going on around the criminal world. Thus, there the two were, hiding under a stationary umbrella in one of the empty alleyways. Danny wouldn't enter any establishment that Giran frequented. He was somewhat trusting in the man's confidentiality politics, but he most surely wouldn't put it past other patrons to film him and ruin his life.

"And what would that be?" Asked Giran.

"When I blast him one final time," Danny rolled his eyes and munched on a donut in his hands.

Giran stared at him. "So it WAS actually you. Figures that that dumbass Endeavour wouldn't have been able to find him. My info came in handy, eh?"

"He is not dumb," Danny argued. "Stain was just very good at hiding. Still, he got the spoils, I got my freedom. So stupid," he muttered.

Giran smirked. "Oh, boyo, you are talking radical. But many would agree with ya. Stain's emerging fans as well."

"Why don't I have fans?" Danny asked half-jokingly.

"Handsome young heroes are a dime a dozen, kiddo. You are special because you deal with me, but it's not something you can easily share. Stain, however, he is a rare breed. And thus he attracts attention, good and bad. This vid gets uploaded and taken down constantly because everyone realises..."

"Took ya long enough to see the problem with this sistem. Didn't know you need a raving maniac to open your eyes."

"Geez, kid, when did you become so cynical?"

"I just don't like him. The bastard called me fake despite everything I did during my life. All he did was murder people to nobody's help. He was not bringing a better world, he was a vengeful shit that got screwed by the world."

"Well, your hands are hardly clean, too. You are here, after all. So that makes you a hypocrite. You break the rules, disagree with them, and punish a man that shares that opinion. Blast him in the chest. Don't share this part, by the way. As I said, his fans will not like this."

Danny only huffed. "Anything else?" He asked, passing another yen note to the man.

"Well, business has not been going well so far. But I am unfazed, because this is clearly a calm before the storm. Me and my colleagues believe that soon we will drown in orders of new equipment. Because villains, big and small are rallying behind the group that Stain was allegedly a part of — the League of Villains."

Giran jumped when he saw Danny's eyes flash. "Part of?! They used ME to GET RID of him."

Danny really felt used at that moment. Leave it to him to trust a murderous brat and his butler.

"Now that's new. If you have proofs, it will be quite upsetting for the League. Have you?"

"I have nothing," Danny gritted his teeth. "Fine. Stain rots in prison and that's what matters."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, I guess...it's not too late to change a side, kid. What's coming next won't be pleasant."

Danny narrowed his eyes and got up. "If you think I will run to their side with tail between my legs, you don't know me, Giran. That idiot Stain demanded perfection from imperfect people. When there are none. I'm sure All Might too has skeletons in his closet. I am not perfect, you are the live proof of that. The money I pay you are as well. But I will be damned if I let dangerous criminals run about. If I do, there's little point in me still lingering in the worlds of the living after that day."

"What day?"

"Doesn't concern you," Danny responded, turning to leave. "You should know that this may be the last time we meet."

"Why?" Giran raised an eyebrow.

"I am not perfect, but this doesn't mean I can't try and overcome this imperfection," Danny smiled, as he dug up the device left for him by Wulf's captor. Still not turned on, its message never listened to. "If I want to prove Stain wrong, this is how I do it," he said and crushed the thing with his clenched fist.

"You stupid kid," Giran shook his head. "Do I have to worry?"

"Next time we meet I will try and arrest you," Danny stated firmly, before smirking. "Next time."

"You will be back," Giran snorted, seeing how the boy changed form and flew off. "And not as a jailer."

-Linebreak-

After a long while being away from the fine establishment that was U.A., the spacious grounds of the school felt very homey. Danny took some time to ogle the surroundings, knowing that he was a bit too early. The same bright forests and pavements now glimmered in a new light after his life was reassuming its more steady pace. The internship was rather good, but his constant migrations between two cities ruined his inner clocks. There was another reason behind the boy's more cheerful mood — he was once again free from the Commission's shackles for the time being. They would be back, no doubt, but perhaps until then things would change for the better. HPSC and Hawks, by extension, knew full well of him taking part in hero killer's downfall, and, whilst the president was not condoning it, Hawks was subtly giving him a thumbs up.

It would be hypocritical of him to judge. Phantom did a good thing, whilst Hawks had been quietly placed above any laws by the Commission. The pro hero had learned to read Danny just a bit. He was starving for praise for what he did best. Thus, it wouldn't hurt to give him further encouragement. And it did work, for in the end Danny decided that his internship with Hawks had not been half bad. The Commission had also been once again reassured by Hawks that his trainee was still not dangerous, intentions-wise. They never told him why that part was so much of a concern. So what if he used to be a vigilante?

Nevertheless, the internship was behind him. Danny was once again a simple student of U.A. He wasn't the first one to arrive, that honour almost exclusively belonged to Iida. The living engine had recovered from his injuries and was back to his old self once more. That was a good sign. Eventually, Kirishima and Mina showed up and the three of them immediately began to share their experiences from the internships, what little remained unsaid after a while of sending brief messages to each other.

"I'm a bit jealous, man," said Kirishima. "You actually got to fight the bad guys."

"I'm not the only one, though," Danny smiled and leaned back in his seat, legs on table. "Hey, Tsu, I've heard about the whole stopping the smugglers business," he said and turned to the frog girl. "Sounds like a good time."

"Woah! That's amazing!" Mina breathed out and came up to her friend, "Tell me more!" She demanded excitedly.

"It really was nothing, kero," Tsu humbly responded. "What about you, Ochaco-chan?"

The girl in question seemed to radiate a very strange air. As she was lightly punching the sir, she seemed capable of an actual murder.

"It was amazing," she mumbled.

"Ochaco-chan has awakened, huh?" Tsu tilted her head.

Danny chuckled and turned to Kirishima. "She went to some battle hero's agency," he explained to a seemingly clueless Kirishima.

"For one week it seems like a lot of changes. But I like the way my own went. Fourth Kind is the man, Fenton-san."

"Those are not changes..." Mineta came up to them, his eyes full of remembrance of past horrors. "Every girl is a demon on the inside, they just hide it very well."

"He will be fine," Danny turned back to Kirishima and dismissed Mineta's suffering. "You mentioned..."

Danny didn't have time to finish, as his eyes landed on the newcomer — Bakugo. And a single look was enough to make him burst into loud laughter. Confused, Kirishima looked back and immediately joined his friend in a fit of guffaws. There stood the blonde, his hair for once neatly combed to the ludicrous extent. It looked even more out of place on his furious face.

"STOP LAUGHING!" Bakugo yelled. "My hair's gotten used to it, so it won't go back to how it used to be! I'll kill you!"

The boys continued laughing. "How can such an angel ever hurt anyone?" Danny mocked and went back to laughing.

Bakugo growled as his hair popped back to how they were from sheer anger alone. He then went to grab the two of them, but Danny quickly floated out of his grasp.

"Get back down, spook!" Bakugo demanded, seeing the class rep childishly show him the tongue.

"But hey, it's you guys who went through the most," Kaminari turned to Izuku, Todoroki and Iida. Danny was also floating nearby.

"We saw the news."

"They say that the hero killer was connected to the League of Villains," said Ojiro. "The thought of someone like this coming to U.A. is quite scary."

"That's just bull, they ain't together," Danny said, still remaining upside down.

And whilst the trio of his companions at the time suspected why he knew that, the rest seemed eager for an explanation.

"What makes you think so, Fenton-san?" Asked Momo.

"Simple. Doesn't Stain strike you as a loner type?" Danny asked. "Criminals of his ego don't team up with just anyone. There is a reason Shigaraki was followed only by low-ranking idiots even outnumbered students could take down. He is not someone capable of making people follow him. So far the only hint of their alliance is them being nearby, but thanks to the diligent media Shigaraki got all the attention he needed," the halfa shrugged.

His own rogue gallery was a living testament of his idea. Certainly, ghosts were not humans, they did function differently, what's with their obsessive personalities. But many of them did possess the same sort of ego, if their constant bravadoes of their own greatness were anything to go by. The usual female adversaries of his didn't seem to have the same problem, neither did they possess such a trait to such an extent. And they were capable of teaming up. Nobody could compare to the likes of Technus or Box Ghost. None of them seemed to have any cooperative spirit unless faced with an absolutely dire threat.

"But did you see the video?" Asked Kaminari. "You can't deny that that guy was really tenacious. That's kinda cool."

"Kaminari!" Exclaimed Midoriya.

"That's alright, Midoriya," said Iida. "He really was tenacious. I can see why people can think he was cool. But he chose purging as his way of pursuing his ideals. That part nobody can condone. An in order to keep everyone from falling into the same trap I did, I will follow the path of becoming a hero! Everyone, take your seats, the class is about to begin!"

"That was loud," Tokoyami mumbled, as everyone looked at the actual class rep for confirmation. Danny simply blinked and shrugged again.

"Please do."

That day they also resumed their hero trainings, and thus they all gathered out in the completely alien area of the school. The new training ground like an industrial labyrinth of endless metal pipes, making it appear like a colossal oil rig. The entire class, clad in their hero outfits, gathered near the entrance, greeted by All Might.

"Long time no see, boys and girls! Let us begin our Hero training! For today's lesson, since you all just came back from your internships, we will have some fun with a rescue race!"

"But shouldn't we be doing that at USJ?" Asked Iida.

"I would think twice after the last time," Danny commented dryly.

"Oh, this won't repeat, we made sure of that!" Responded All Might quickly. "But USJ is for disaster training. Remember what I said? This is a race! You are looking at field Gamma, in which it is extremely easy to get lost. You will split into four groups of five, one will go there at a time. When I send out a distress signal, you will each try to find me first! Of course, you must keep damage to the buildings to a minimum."

"Don't point at me," Bakugo growled and looked away, to face the class rep who was also pointing at him, with a sly grin on his face. "I'll kill you..."

Despite the blonde's clear desire to best the half-ghost, fate decided otherwise, as Danny was placed in the first group alongside Iida, Mina, Midoriya and Sero. As the students hurried off to their respective positions, the rest once again piled up near a large screen in order to see, learn the environment and, of course, pick up a few lessons along the way. But the most interesting part was discussing who would come up on top. Well, by this point the classmates had the idea.

"It's going to be Fenton, isn't it?" Kaminari mumbled.

"Well, he flies and goes through solid objects," responded Momo. "He can make a straight line to All Might's location, so advantage is definitely on his side."

"Still sore about the chair incident, Kaminari?" Kirishima teased and laughed.

"H-how was I supposed to know I would piss him off?!" The living electric rod raised his voice, instinctively reaching for his head.

"I know Deku will be the last," Bakugo huffed.

"That's a bit petty, don't you think, Bakugo?" Asked Kirishima.

"But he was wounded during the encounter with Stain, just like Iida, kero," said Tsu.

"Fenton was wounded, too," Todoroki added quietly. "He was stabbed in the heart."

Everyone else stared at him.

In the meantime, Danny readied himself. Unlike his classmates, he and Iida knew that Midoriya couldn't be underestimated. Sero too could get an advantage. His tape granted amazing mobility in an area like that. Every contestant prepared, and when Might blew a metaphorical whistle, each bolted in the direction of the signal. As Danny immediately took into the air, so did Sero, while Iida and Mina started running through the labyrinthine arena. Sero pulled himself higher, and he saw the halfa flying nearby, grin on his face.

"Wow, took a page from Spider-Man's book?"

"Who?" Asked Sero, before seeing Danny vanish from sight.

Once he looked back ahead of himself, Sero yelped and barely avoided a pipe on his way, while the halfa reemerged on the other side, having simply gone through. Danny cackled, before seeing a blur of green jump from one obstacle to another. Undoubtedly, it was Midoriya. To keep up with his speed and overtake him, Danny accelerated his flight. However, soon he realised that Midoriya's leaps were reminiscent of someone else's.

"Number two must be pissed," Danny mumbled with a smirk.

And he was correct in his assumption — Bakugo was indeed angry at Midoriya's growth at his expense. The green-haired boy surprised more than him, leaving most of his class in awe at his newfound application of his power. Phantom still wasn't letting him win. The environment gave an advantage to his opponent, constant jumping made sure that he had a fast initial momentum at all times, while Danny had lost his a while back. He couldn't allow himself to dawdle...

And then Midoriya slid off the pipe. It took everyone a moment to process everything, but it was Danny who was nearby and managed to grab his hand.

"I should watch my footing," Midoriya sheepishly commented as Danny lightly threw him towards the nearest platform.

"You'd better, or we will get a green pancake on the sidewalk," Phantom smirked.

Some time later he wasn't smirking anymore. Even a momentary delay equalled a second place. And Sero's grinning face was the testament of his loss.

"I'm sorry, Fenton-san," Midoriya dropped his head and mumbled.

"Meh, I can live without this band," Danny waved it off, before nudging him. "Besides, it doesn't fit my fashion style that much."

Both kids cackled at the joke. It didn't go unnoticed by All Might, who, just like the rest, was waiting for the last two contestants. The sight of two teens being friendly to each other created a paradoxical feeling when Gran Torino's suspicions were added atop of it. The irony wasn't lost on All Might. The irony that wasn't the cause for a laughter. He would hate to possibly drive a wedge, but Midoriya needed to know. If not for his well-being, then for Danny's.

After the class came a time when the student had to change back into their normal uniforms. The halfa once again enjoyed his ability to flip attires in a blink while breathing in the smells of powerful antiperspirants which did jack shit but smelled even worse. And it was always unknown who exactly sentenced everyone else to that fate.

"That was some hard training," said Aoyama, wiping his face, already smooth from all the skin care. "First one in a while to make me sweat."

"I need to work on my mobility," Kirishima said, taking off his suit.

"You are a tank, Kirishima," Danny pointed out, "Tanks aren't mobile by definition."

"You can still compensate for it by gathering information," added Tokoyami.

Danny agreed with his classmate's words before his eyes fell on the smallest classmate of theirs. And he recognised that expression.

"Mineta," he spoke half-sternly. "What are you doing?"

"Fenton-san, look at this," he cackled and pointed at a half-torn poster. And a single hole in the wall. "It is a remnant from those who came before us. You know what's behind that wall — the girls' locker room."

Danny sighed. "I won't be surprised that it is actually your work. Creep."

"Come on, Fenton-san. Isn't it the hottest thing?"

Danny flushed. "Sam in leaf dress is," he mumbled, before coughing loudly.

"Mineta! Stop this at once!" Iida raised his voice. "This is a serious crime!"

"My little Mineta is a serious crime!" The boy responded and tore off the poster, his eye glued to the hole in the wall.

"Did he just admit..." Danny stopped as he heard Mineta mumbling about the girls' body parts, in a way that would make even a serial rapist blush. "Alright, that's it, I'm using the tried method."

Before he could swing a rod of corporeal ecto-energy to cause a blunt injury famous for its clarity-giving effect, however, Mineta let out a cry of anguish, as everyone could see Jiro's ear-jack painfully stabbing the boy's peeping eye. Sighing, Danny pulled the crying midget away from the wall and tasked the already dressed Kaminari, as Mineta's friend, to take him to the infirmary.

"Jiro-san, please step back," Danny said, knowing she could hear them.

Once the ear jacks retreated back into the tiny hole, Danny shot a little ice beam, clogging the peephole.

"You rid so many of such a chance," Kirishima said sarcastically.

"I hope this teaches him...oh, what am I saying, it won't," Danny responded dryly.

-Linebreak-

"Take a seat."

Midoriya was wondering about the reasons All Might had to talk with him in private. However, the grim mood he saw on the man's gaunt face was enough to suspect something grim. It didn't start as this, however. The conversations began with discussing the recent days, the Hero Killer and everything that the fight entailed. By swallowing Midoriya's blood there could be fear that One for All could be stolen, having been already transferred through digesting a strand of hair back in the day. However, there was nothing to fear, as Midoriya was to give his permission.

"There is something you must know, however, about One for All."

Seeing that Midoriya was attentive as ever, the hero continued.

"Truth is, it was derived from another Quirk from the past."

"Another Quirk?"

All Might nodded. "The name of that Quirk was All for One. It had the power to take anyone's Quirk and make it the holder's."

"All for one person," Midoriya mumbled in realisation.

"This was back in the day when Quirks only just emerged, and the society didn't know how to deal with them. The understanding of what made someone human suddenly started to fade away. There were riots, confusion, chaos, all progress seems to have stopped."

"If it wasn't for Quirks, we would be taking interstellar holidays by now...someone important said that before," Midoriya recalled. "Fenton-san also keeps complaining that we can't go to space."

All Might tensed, but said nothing.

"That may be correct, but back in the day, the chaos merely waited for someone to saddle it. With his power to take Quirks, his charisma capable of uniting millions, he was unstoppable. His rule over Japan was undisputed."

"I...have heard rumours online," Midoriya looked nervous. "But I always thought those were only speculations. There's no mention of this in the books."

"Don't you think that such dealings will be omitted in the studies?" All Might asked with a sad smile. "When people get powers, they look for ways to use them. That man could give them both. And being granted a Quirk always meant submission to his sheer will. Some could not bear the burden of Quirks they weren't born with, and turned into living dolls, unable to even speak. Just like Nomus."

Shocking realisation crossed the boy's features.

"There were also Quirks that changed and mixed as they were passed on. That man had a quirkless younger brother. Sickly and small, he still possessed a strong sense of justice. He was appalled by what his brother did. And thus, the man decided to bestow a Quirk upon him. Whether it was a rare act of kindness or the desire to make him submit, is impossible to discern. But what he did not know is that his brother was not quirkless at all! He had the power to pass on Quirks! And mixed with the bestowed ability to stock Quirks, One for All came to be!" Said All Might with a small smile. "It is...ironic that justice sometimes comes from evil. At least, that's what I want to believe...when looking at your friend."

"My friend? Wh-who do you mean?"

"There is a friend of yours which can take the abilities of others," All Might hinted.

Midoriya's eyes went wide as saucers. "This...this can't be..."

"Me and Tsukauchi suspect their relation, most likely young Fenton is his son. That man could take any Quirk, including those that could keep him alive, even after all these years, and sire a child. I've seen him, young Midoriya. Young Fenton is his complete copy, especially when his white haired form comes out."

"Tsukauchi-san, too?" Midoriya asked with surprise. "Is this why he is Fenton-san's guardian?"

"No, it is a mere coincidence. We only found much later."

"But how could he be the son of that villain? Danny-san is kind and helping. He saved us all many times!"

"And we all recognise it. But just as with the history of One for All, you ought to know this as well. How you go about this knowledge is up to you."

"I trust Danny-san. I know that this won't change anything," confidently responded Midoriya.

All Might smiled. "I am of the same mind. But young Fenton may be susceptible to his father's dark influence. After all, he always walked the line between law and disorder, and he dislikes the current way of things. He may exploit his woes and turn him against the people we swore to protect. And with his power, that strike could be fatal."

"He wouldn't do that," Midoriya argued.

Although he said this, the boy recalled how Danny came to know of things he wasn't supposed to. Ever since learning of their class rep's connections to the Underworld, it led him to wonder just how far they went. After all, when USJ attack commenced, Danny was more than prepared, Shigaraki directed him to Stain. Danny was not above those tactics, but he did everything to help them, right?

"I just want you to take care, young Midoriya. Watch your friend carefully. And be there for him when he needs it most."

-Linebreak-

"Alright, that's it for today's class," spoke Eraserhead, shifting the lists of paper. "I remind you that you have only one week until the exams. I hope you are all studying and want to remind you that there will also be the practical part. You should train your bodies as well as your minds. That is all."

With that, Aizawa left the classroom, letting the kids to decide the course of action on their own. And discuss the results of their midterms.

"After everything that happened I didn't have the time," Kaminari cried, having scored the lowest.

"It always comes down to time, doesn't it?" Danny spoke dramatically, sitting on his metaphorical pedestal of the fourth spot. It was a good position, one that allowed him to keep looking down on Bakugo, who was grinding his teeth furiously, lagging just behind.

"How did you score so well?!" Kaminari raised his voice into the class rep's smug grinning face.

"Turns out when you aren't attacked daily, it is a perfect environment for studying," Danny shrugged. "Still suck in history, though. Danny number three has been neglecting his duties. Shame on him."

"That's not fair! You can split yourself!"

"Come on, Kaminari-kun," Mina stopped his rant. "Not all is lost, right, Mineta?"

"Ah, optimism, the retreat for the downtrodden," Mineta spoke dramatically, flashing out his tenth spot, far above the two slackers. "

"You traitor!" Mina raised her own voice now.

"Guys like you are only likeable when they are dumb," Kaminari hissed.

"Guys, let's not lose spirit!" Midoriya said. "We all plan to go to the same training camp together, right?"

"As a deputy class rep I very much encourage it!" Iida added.

"It's hard to fail when you listen to the lectures," finished Todoroki.

Danny chuckled and put hands in his pockets. His eyes then landed on Bakugo.

"What about you, Number Two?" He asked. "Gonna train for the exam?"

"Shut up! You getting ahead was dumb luck!"

"With this amount of constant luck I can as well be a leprechaun," Danny responded dryly.

"Well, in case it ain't luck," Kirishima smirked. "Maybe you can help me a bunch, Fenton?"

"I can do just as much!" Bakugo shouted.

"Great!" Danny beamed. "Then let's study together!"

Bakugo froze.