Weird things kept happening to Izuku that day. 

A fly buzzed around his head, his hand whipped out on gut instinct alone and catching it-without even killing poor thing. Then there was the fact that he went to change and realized something had changed.

Izuku had always been a bit of a twig, but he had a little bit of a belly-mainly baby fat and the fact his mother always made too much food and got worried if she thought he hadn't eaten enough. 

But here's the thing . . .

That little bit of extra fat was gone, just-poof!-no more squishiness. Only lean muscles and the very beginnings of defined muscles. 

"I've been saying this a lot today, but one more time couldn't hurt . . . What?!" The boy whispered to himself. Then he flexed his arms, poking at the bump that formed. 

Weird . . .

The most exercise he ever got was pulling things out of the dump of a beach not too far away from his home so he could take parts from them. And he doesn't ever pick up anything too heavy. 

His thighs and calves were much the same, the beginnings of lean muscle instead of the usual untoned flesh. 

So, so, so weird. 

Izuku's mind raced, his feet pacing back and forth as he thought through what was happening to him. At one point, he closed his eyes tightly and griped his hair in his hands, though his feet kept walking. When he gets to his wall, his foot raised but got caught on the wall. Instead of turning around . . . he doesn't even register it and his other foot comes up too-further up the wall and sticking there as his first foot takes another step. 

He comes to half-way up his bedroom wall, body parallel to his floor and ceiling, feet holding him against the wall. 

Izuku freaks out, crouching down to grip the wall with his hands, too shocked and scared to move for a moment. So there he was . . . squatting . . . hands and feet keeping him on his wall, hair pulling down to the ground. 

Blinking, Izuku carefully takes one foot off the wall and places it back on the floor. One limb after another he rights himself. 

"Quirk . . ?" He whispers to himself, mind reeling. "But . . . That can't be." 

Then . . . It clicks. 

The spider. 

It bit him, then the next day he has quicker reflexes and can walk on walls. 

Someone, somewhere, did something completely and utterly awful to that spider for this to be even remotely possible. 

His heart pangs, hurt filling him for the spider for a minute. 

Yet . . . "This means . . . This means I can be a hero and not have to completely rely on my gadgets!" Green eyes blow wide, a smile taking over freckled cheeks. Izuku rushes over to his desk, looking over the formula he had thought up earlier. 

If he took this, worked on it, figured it out, then combined it with the tech he was already building to shoot out nets that could hold down villains, theoretically he could use it like webbing. Play into the spider theme, even. 

He'd have to almost completely scrap his original hero suit. 

But that just meant he'd be more recognizable to others on his own, not playing off another Hero. 

Can he still walk on walls if he had fabric between his skin and the surface? Does he have the strength of a spider? Would he have the proportional strength exactly or some variation? Are the reflexes a direct effect or more of a side effect? Could they all get better with training? 

Could he be a hero with this? 

Izuku felt his eyes well with tears, broken laughs leaving his mouth as he smiled. 

What would he tell his mother? 

His smile faded. 

He couldn't just tell her it was a Quirk, she knew it was impossible. 

If he explained what he thought happened would she stay calm and support him? Would she freak out so much he would never be able to leave her side? 

The boy ran his hand through his hair again, sighing as he tapped his pencil to his lip. 

His mom wasn't stupid, she'd know it wasn't a Quirk. Plus they don't have any animal related Quirks in their line, much less a spider one. 

He'd have to tell her. 

That didn't mean he would have to tell anyone else that it wasn't a Quirk. Especially with the thought that the spider had been tested on. That would just paint a target on his and his mom's backs for whoever had done said tests. 

No one else could know. 

And he'd have to act surprised, he'd have to go to school and make it look like an accidental Quirk Awakening. Maybe when Kacchan starts acting up he could do something? 

That'd be best. Then he could fake a trip to the doctor and give an explanation of a dormant Quirk from way back in his family line.  

Yeah . . .

Jesus his head hurt. 

Maybe after school, or during free time, he could sneak into the science lab and see if the chemicals he needed where in there. 

If not he'd have to take some of his savings and try and buy them. 

He collapsed onto his bed, head spinning as he thought through all the implications of this happening to him. 

This would be hard work, he'd have to plan everything, to the finest detail, talk it out with his mom until they both knew it like the back of their hands. 

Then . . . 

Then he'd start training, he could use the beach, lift things and carry them to the dump. He'd need a truck or something to take them to the garbage heap though . . . Maybe he could put it on a tarp, tie the tarp up with a load of junk, then somehow drag it . . .

Though if his strength was like that of a spider, they could hold and lift about one-hundred-and-fifty times their body weight, he could very well-with training-carry things all the way to the dump. 

This was going to be a lot of work . . . But so much fun!