Twists of Fate

A few days before UA sport festival

In the dimly lit chamber, Shigaraki paced with a controlled restlessness. His gloved hands, usually a symbol of his destructive nature, were surprisingly still. At the head of the room, cloaked in shadows, the enigmatic figure known as All For One observed his protege's demeanor with the air of a revered mentor.

"Sensei," Shigaraki began, his voice carrying a hint of deference, but with a touch of his characteristic manchild-like petulance, "I can't help but, like, think about the USJ thing that happened a while back. It's, you know, kinda crazy how this one kid messed up our super awesome plans."

All For One responded with his characteristic calm and wisdom. "Patience, Tomura," he counseled, his voice a soothing presence. "Setbacks are a part of life, even for us. Please, tell me what went down."

The frustration that once dominated Shigaraki's voice now had a more petulant undertone. "Yeah, so, like, we made this Nomu thingy to take on All Might, right? But then, out of nowhere, this white-haired kid showed up and totally wrecked our party. Not cool!"All For One nodded thoughtfully from the shadows. "You speak of the boy with the remarkable mass-changing quirk, young Izuku Midoriya, do you not?"

Shigaraki nodded, his demeanor still respectful but with his signature man child vibe. "Yeah, Sensei, that's the dude. It's like he had some kind of cheat code or something, totally ruining our fun."

A subtle, enigmatic smile graced All For One's lips. "Resourcefulness is an interesting trait," he commented. "And it's clear that young Midoriya's got it."

Shigaraki couldn't help but nod in agreement, although his tone still carried a hint of his usual childlike petulance. "Yeah, he's resourceful, I guess. But he's still a major pain in the neck, you know?"

All For One leaned in, his voice dripping with malevolence as he spoke about Izuku's connections. "According to my sources, he's tightly bound to Momo, Bakugo's family, and even his own mother. These connections make him a persistent thorn in our side." A sinister gleam flickered in All For One's concealed eyes as he continued, "But remember, Tomura, attachments can also be exploited to our advantage. We'll find a way to use them against him."

Shigaraki's respect for his mentor was still evident, even with his man child-like demeanor. "Your wisdom, Sensei, gives me some comfort, I guess. We'll team up and make sure this kid doesn't mess with our totally awesome plans."

In the dim chamber, the two villains shared a bond founded on respect and a hint of manchild-like frustration from Shigaraki. As they continued to discuss the USJ incident and plot their next move, their determination remained unwavering—a resolve to deal with the annoyance that was Izuku Midoriya and make sure their evil schemes went off without a hitch.

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In the depths of their clandestine lair, All For One sat in conversation with the Doctor, the mastermind behind many of their most advanced Quirk experiments. The room was filled with eerie equipment and humming machinery, casting an otherworldly glow on their faces as they spoke.

"Doctor," All For One began, his voice a low rumble, "tell me more about this young boy, Izuku. I've heard intriguing information about his Quirk." All For One nodded regally, granting his subordinate permission to continue. The Doctor leaned forward, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Ah, yes, Izuku Midoriya. His Quirk is nothing short of astonishing, Master. It defies conventional physics and our understanding of the Quirk phenomenon itself."

All For One's interest was piqued. "Go on." The Doctor continued, his words charged with enthusiasm. "Izuku possesses a Quirk that allows him to manipulate his own mass at will. He can change the weight of his own body, becoming as light as a feather or as heavy as a mountain with a mere thought."

All For One leaned back, contemplating the implications. "That's quite the power, Doctor. But what sets it apart from other Quirks?" The Doctor's voice took on an almost reverent tone. "It's the precision, Master. Izuku Midoriya has honed his ability to an extraordinary degree. He can adjust his mass selectively, defying the laws of physics. For example, he can make himself light as air to leap incredible distances, and then instantly increase his mass to strike with tremendous force. It's as if he's mastered the very essence of his own body."

All For One's eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Indeed, it is quite intriguing. But how has he managed to master such a formidable power?"

The Doctor leaned in closer, offering his hypothesis in a hypnotic tone. "I believe Izuku possesses an unmatched determination. He must have invested countless hours into training and meticulously refining his control over his Quirk. This dedication has likely led to a profound comprehension of the intricacies of his own biology, granting him the extraordinary ability to manipulate his mass at a cellular level. It's as though he has ascended to the status of a true master over his very existence."(although non of it is true)

All For One couldn't help but smile beneath his mask. "It seems young Izuku Midoriya is a true anomaly. A Quirk that challenges the limits of his own body, and a will to match it. He may prove to be a valuable addition to our arsenal, Doctor."

The Doctor nodded, his excitement unabated. "Indeed, Master. With the power and potential of Izuku's Quirk, there's no telling what he can achieve. He possesses a unique mastery over his own physicality that sets him apart from any other Quirk user we've encountered."

As the conversation continued, All For One and the Doctor delved deeper into the mysteries of Izuku Midoriya's unique Quirk, their sinister plans beginning to take shape around this newfound source of power that defied the very laws of physics.

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It was a bright morning at UA High, and Class 1-A was abuzz with excitement as their teacher, Aizawa-sensei, began the day's lessons. Among the students, Izuku Midoriya sat quietly, his thoughts consumed by the secret he was carrying.

Momo Yaoyorozu, his close friend and seatmate, noticed the change in his behavior. During the morning lectures, she couldn't help but steal concerned glances at him. Izuku seemed distant, lost in thought, and his responses were brief and distant when she attempted to engage him. As the day progressed, Momo couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply troubling Izuku. During their lunch break, she decided to address the issue more directly. She approached him in the cafeteria where he sat, staring at his untouched bento. "Izuku," Momo began softly, "is everything okay? You've been quiet all day, and I can tell something's bothering you."

Izuku hesitated, his eyes darting around as he searched for an excuse. "Oh, Momo, it's just... I had a rough night, you know? Didn't get much sleep, and I'm feeling a bit under the weather." Momo furrowed her brow, concerned. "Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should see Recovery Girl."

Izuku quickly shook his head. "No, no, it's not that bad, really. Just need some rest." Momo accepted his explanation, though not without lingering concern. "Alright, Izuku. But if you ever need to talk or if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask."

Izuku managed a small smile, grateful for her understanding. "Thanks, Momo. I appreciate it." Throughout the day, Izuku continued to offer vague excuses for his behavior. When asked about his lack of participation in class discussions or his distant demeanor, he blamed it on fatigue, stress, or a lingering headache.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Momo approached Izuku once more. "Izuku, I hope you start feeling better soon. Remember, you can always rely on your friends." Izuku nodded, his gratitude evident. "I know, Momo. Thanks for being there."

As the school day near its end, Izuku and Momo made their way to the room where they would choose their hero agencies for their upcoming internships. Izuku still carried the weight of his secret, determined to keep it hidden, even from Momo.

Inside the room, a large board displayed the various agencies available for internship placements. The students gathered around, each contemplating their choices carefully.

Momo scanned the list with a sense of determination, her eyes landing on the names of some prestigious and well-known agencies.

Izuku, on the other hand, approached the board hesitantly. He couldn't afford to choose an agency too far from location, not with his mother's safety at stake. His finger hovered over several options before settling on a local agency with a strong record of community service. Momo noticed his choice and approached him with a gentle smile. "Izuku, it looks like you've made your decision. That's great! Which agency did you choose?"

Izuku hesitated for a moment before responding, his tone carefully chosen. "I decided to go with a local agency. I believe they do important work in our community, and I want to contribute to that."

Momo nodded, impressed by his dedication to community service. "That's a noble choice, Izuku. I'm sure you'll make a big impact there." Izuku offered a small smile in return, relieved that his excuse had been accepted. "Thanks, Momo. What about you? Did you make your choice?" Momo's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she replied, "Yes, I did. I've decided to intern at 'Edge Shoot.' They have a reputation for innovation and heroics, and I want to challenge myself and learn from the best."

Izuku nodded, genuinely happy for his friend's determination. "That's fantastic, Momo. I have no doubt you'll excel there." As they submitted their choices, the weight of their decisions lingered in the air. Izuku had chosen a local agency to stay close to home and protect his family, while Momo had opted for a prestigious agency to push her limits and grow as a hero.

They left the room together, their paths diverging but their friendship unwavering. Izuku knew that his secret would continue to be a heavy burden, but he was willing to bear it to keep his mother safe. Momo, on the other hand, was determined to forge her own path and make the most of her internship at "Edge Shoot."

( at the start of the internship)

The bustling city of Tokyo stretched beneath her as Yaoyorozu Momo stood at the entrance of Edge Shot's hero agency. Her heart raced with anticipation. This was her chance to prove herself to a top Pro Hero, to learn from one of the best in the business.

As the elevator carried her to the top floor, she couldn't help but tremble with excitement. The doors slid open, revealing her destination, but before she could step out, something unexpected happened. Kunai blades whizzed through the air, aimed directly at her face.

Reacting on instinct, Yaoyorozu swiftly ducked, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles. One of the kunai embedded itself into the elevator wall. She scanned the room to find a cloaked figure charging toward her, katana gleaming ominously.

In a whirlwind of movements, she rolled to evade the first swing of the assailant's katana. The cloaked figure, undeterred, continued the attack relentlessly. Yaoyorozu danced on the edge of danger, barely dodging each lethal strike.

Desperation filled her as she realized she had run out of room to maneuver. In a last-ditch effort, she summoned a shield, a creation born of her Quirk, just in time to block a vicious kick from her adversary. The impact sent her sprawling to the ground.

Backed against the wall, her mind raced, panic threatening to consume her. What could she do? What could she create to turn the tide? Before she could answer her own questions, the cloaked figure pinned her to the ground, a cold blade hovering millimeters from her face.

"It seems you have more to learn than I thought," a voice echoed beneath the cloak.Yaoyorozu opened her eyes, her heart pounding, as the figure removed the hood to reveal the Pro Hero Edge Shot. He sheathed his katana and offered her a hand. "Alright, come on. Let's have some tea."

Yaoyorozu was left standing, dazed and bewildered, as Edge Shot walked away, seemingly unfazed by the intense encounter. She couldn't shake the feeling that her first impression had been less than ideal.

In a room with classic Japanese-style décor, Yaoyorozu sat across from Edge Shot, who poured tea for both of them. She couldn't help but wonder why he had attacked her so suddenly and violently.

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I attacked you," Edge Shot began, his voice calm. "Well, it actually relates to why I decided to recruit you."

"But I didn't perform well at all," Yaoyorozu admitted, still perplexed.

"Exactly," Edge Shot replied. "What I saw out there was a girl with mountains of amazing potential, although she picked herself back up after being pushed down, she cracked under pressure. I attacked you to see how you would react in a sudden crisis situation."Yaoyorozu listened intently, her curiosity growing.

"Clearly, it didn't pan out too well," Edge Shot continued. "But that's why I'm here. I want to help you."Yaoyorozu couldn't hide her surprise. "You want to help me?""I am a Pro Hero, after all," Edge Shot said with a hint of a smile. "It's kind of what I do. From your grades, I can tell you're a smart girl. Tell me, do you know what a Shinobi is?"Yaoyorozu nodded. "Yes, you are one, a ninja."

"Correct," Edge Shot acknowledged. "But a Shinobi is much more than someone who can hide in the shadows and wield a sword, although that is quite impressive."With a swift motion, Edge Shot pulled a small kunai from his belt and tossed it above his head. Yaoyorozu's eyes widened, but she watched in amazement as the blade narrowly missed him, falling to the floor with precision.

"A Shinobi is mentally disciplined," Edge Shot explained. "No matter the stakes, the pressure, or the foe, a Shinobi never panics. If they panic, they have already lost. They must keep a level head at all times, even at death's door. That is your first lesson for the day."

It was time for the next lesson, and Headshot was impressed. Yayarazu stood against the wall, an outline of shurikens surrounding her. She seemed a bit scared, but the flinching had reduced significantly from an hour ago. After about five shurikens, she appeared to get the hang of it. "Good," Headshot acknowledged. Momo eased herself off the wall, being careful not to touch the blades. She walked to the center of the room and faced Edge Shot.

"Change into your hero costume. We need to work on your quick thinking in combat," Edge Shot instructed."Yes, sir," Momo replied. he watched as momo went to her briefcase, pulling out her hero attire—a highly revealing unitard, a belt, boots, and not much else."Okay, never mind," edge shoot sighed. "I don't want to end up with false accusations like TentacLaw did last year. I'll just put on some workout gear or something."

Yayarazu left the room with her suitcases and returned wearing a green sports tank top, black joggers, and white tennis shoes. "Much better. Now, bend your knees a bit but keep them firm, and keep your elbows up with your dominant hand near your face," Edge Shot instructed. Momo followed his directions. "Your Quirk has a lot to do with the body, which means you've probably studied it. What do you know about pressure points?" "Not very much, Sensei," Momo replied.

"All right, then. The easiest pressure point to attack is the groin," Edge Shot explained. Momo chuckled. "I wonder how Midoriya is doing with his training," she said. Several hours later, in Tokyo, Momo's body was throbbing. Edge Shot believed it was essential to have all the pressure points tested on her to help her understand their locations. She couldn't deny it was helpful, but it was currently midnight, and they had been training for nine hours straight.

They had gone over multiple hand-to-hand exercises, from ninjutsu to weapons to stealth. It felt weird not being able to hear her own footsteps now. The last part of their training was defense against weapon attacks. Yayarazu caught Edge Shot's blade between her palms, pushing against him.

"Good, very good," Edge Shot praised. "Now, what's next?" Yayarazu faltered for a moment before suggesting, "A headbutt?" "No, hit the Dubai pressure points," Edge Shot corrected. The next thing Momo knew, she was on the ground, a hand to her throat.

"You've improved your reaction time, but after that, you completely fell apart," Edge Shot observed. "We're done for the day. Go take a shower. Your room is down the hall and to the left. When you're done, come back here."Yayarazu bowed and replied, "Yes, Sensei." Momo walked to her room, feeling dejected. Every combat exercise, she would crash and burn after making her first move. Every plan she formulated in her head would be second-guessed, and she'd attempt to come up with a new one.

"That was my first chance to prove myself, and I messed it all up. I need to do better," she thought. During the week, she found her room, peeled off her sweat-soaked clothes, and hopped into the shower.As she entered the room, she saw Edge Shot dressed in a dark gray Yukata. He still wore his mask.

"Do you really like wearing that mask?" she asked.Edge Shot chuckled. "No reason in particular. By the way, does Midoriya have white hair and blue eyes?" 

"Yes," Yayarazu replied, confused. Edge Shot continued to chuckle as he left her with that enigmatic statement.

Yaoyorozu absorbed the lesson, realizing the depth of what she had signed up for.Days turned into nights, and Yaoyorozu's training under Edge Shot continued. They covered hand-to-hand combat, ninjutsu, and pressure points. Each day brought new challenges, but Yaoyorozu was determined to improve.

On one occasion, she found herself standing against the wall, surrounded by an array of shurikens. Edge Shot had instructed her to stay calm, to focus on herself, and to trust that she wouldn't get hit. With each shuriken that whizzed past her, she felt her fear slowly subside, replaced by newfound confidence.

As the days passed, Yaoyorozu's progress was evident. She was becoming proficient in the techniques Edge Shot had been teaching her. But despite her improvement, she still felt the weight of her own expectations and the desire to prove herself.

One evening, after an exhausting day of training, Yaoyorozu's frustration reached its peak. She called izuku, her voice laced with anger and self-doubt."izuku" she began, "I messed up again today. I feel like I'm wasting Edge Shot's time. I want to be better, to prove myself."

izuku, on the other end of the call, listened patiently."momo," he said, "you are improving, but you're being too hard on yourself. Remember, you worked hard to get here, just like everyone else. You deserve this opportunity."Their conversation continued, with momo venting her frustrations and izuku providing a comforting presence. Momo shared her insecurities and izuku talked to confert her and hoping to give momo a drive to overcome them.

One evening, as Yaoyorozu stood in the training room, Edge Shot approached her with a thoughtful expression."Yaoyorozu," he began, "what was it that you drew confidence from during your first lesson?"She blushed, recalling her inspiration. "My friend, izuku." Edge Shot nodded approvingly. "Continue to draw from him. He seems to work for you. But remember, you can't rely on others for confidence forever. Someday, you'll need to find that strength within yourself."

With that, they resumed their training, with Yaoyorozu focusing on her growth, fueled by the lessons she had learned and the support of her friend izuku.The third day of their internships began. Headshot and Yayarazu sat in a private hero train cabin, quietly eating their lunch. They were en route to Haasu City, and the second day of the internship had been surprisingly productive for Yayarazu. Her combat skills had improved, but her quick thinking and confidence still lagged behind.

Edge Shot had a unique way of training her. He would spring sudden ambushes at random times during the day, forcing her to think on her feet. Today was no different. Momo deftly caught the thrown chopsticks between her fingers, but Headshot wasn't done. He grabbed her wrist, pressing the chopsticks toward her neck like a knife. Momo's mind froze, unable to react. Headshot released her, stepping back with a nod.

"Good reflexes, but a bad ending. You're overthinking things," he remarked.Momo sighed, her frustration evident. "I'm trying, but my brain keeps overanalyzing every possible problem or bad outcome. I can't make decisions quickly.""I think I know what you need," Headshot said, his voice thoughtful. "You need to be in a true pro hero situation, where someone's life depends on your immediate action. In those moments, there's no time for doubt or analysis. You act to save someone without hesitation." Momo gazed out of the train's window, her thoughts wandering. "Like Izuku. Maybe not as reckless as him, but..."

"Did I just hear you say that out loud?" Headshot interrupted with a knowing grin.Momo's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to say it out loud."Headshot smirked. "Well, that's often how it goes with loved ones."Momo choked on her food. "Loved ones? Wait, you're making that connection?"Headshot raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Momo fumbled for words. "I mean, even if I did have feelings for Izuku, we've only known each other for a few month. Hero work is demanding, and I feel like I cause him too much trouble."Headshot leaned closer, his tone softer. "Momo, you don't have to analyze everything so much. Sometimes, feelings just happen. And trust me, in this profession, bonds can form quickly. Izuku, i think he's the kind of guy who cares extremely about people who are close to him. It's not about the time you've known each other, but the impact you have on each other's lives." Momo sighed, looking out of the window again. "I guess you're right. But I don't want to complicate things, especially with everything (USJ) that's going on."

Headshot nodded understandingly. "I get it. Hero life can be tough. Just remember, when you're in the heat of the moment, those feelings might become your greatest strength. And it's okay to care, Momo. It's what makes you a hero." (i want to say human)

Momo sighed, as she looked out of the window again, her heart in turmoil. She couldn't deny the warmth she felt when she thought of Izuku, but she wasn't sure if it was love or something else entirely.

Momo couldn't help but think about Izuku and the undeniable connection they shared, one that had grown stronger with each passing day in their journey as pro heroes.

"Are you sure?" Headshot asked with a sly grin. "It doesn't have to be hypothetical."

Momo blushed deeper. "No, it can't be like that. I can't allow it."

Momo stood and bowed, thanking her Sensei with a respectful nod. As she turned to leave, Sensei pulled out a small holographic pager, checking a notification that had just come in and a subtle excitement filled the air." Good news," Sensei said with a grin, "our first patrol this week will be the day after tomorrow." Momo's curiosity was piqued. "That's wonderful, but why specifically then, Sensei?". Sensei leaned in closer, his voice lowered. "You see, Pro Hero Endeaver can sometimes be a little rowdy after hours. I've known him for a long time, and I sometimes keep an eye on him. We'll be patrolling the same areas. Don't tell him that, by the way. So, we'll be going to Haasu City for patrol." Momo nodded, taking in the information. "Okay then. Goodnight, Sensei."

Just then, Momo's phone vibrated, drawing her attention away from whatever she was doing. She glanced down at her phone and saw that Izuku had messaged her.

PS: the part with momo and edge shoot is taken straight out of coller what if