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Chapter 12: Revelations Chapter Text

Midoriya opened his eyes to the soft, steady sound of beeping and was greeted by the sight of a strikingly familiar off-white ceiling. 'Ah…it's the infirmary.' He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a deep exhaustion that seemed to seep into the depths of his soul. He let out a breath that was an odd mixture of a laugh and a sigh. 'I'm free. I'm finally free…I wonder how everything turned out.'

Not long after All Might's explosive arrival, Midoriya succumbed to his grievous injuries and passed out—the last thing he remembered hearing was Shigaraki Tomura saying something about 'getting a continue.'

"Young Midoriya, are you awake?" All Might's deep voice sounded out from beside him and brought him out of his sleepy stupor. Midoriya turned his head to see All Might in the next bed over, in his true form and covered in bandages.

'That's a good sign.' Midoriya smiled faintly. 'All Might would die before he let them kill any of the students.'

"Half awake." Midoriya replied. "Is everyone else okay?"

"Besides the two of us," All Might replied, "nobody was injured beyond a few scrapes."

"I see." Midoriya paused. "I didn't have to get put into another coma, did I?"

All Might let out a chuckle that turned into a painful sounding cough. "No, my boy. You didn't have to be put into a coma this time. You'll need a few more treatments for those arms of yours though."

"That's about as good as I could have hoped, I suppose." Midoriya replied in a blasé tone. "Especially since I was pretty sure that I was going to die." The disturbed look on All Might's face after his quip made Midoriya a little nervous. "That was a joke."

"Young Midoriya…" All Might said gingerly. "While we have some privacy, there's something I wish to discuss with you."

"…Okay." Now he was really nervous—nothing good ever followed "we need to talk."

"Since I've met you, your intelligence, focus, maturity and drive have continually impressed me."

'I'm sensing a 'but' coming.' Midoriya thought.

"However," All Might continued.

'Close enough.'

"Something has been bothering me…a pattern of reckless behavior that I'd previously overlooked." All Might paused for a moment, as if he expected Midoriya to interject. "Running out to attack the slime villain, the incident with the zero pointer during the entrance exam, and today, when you knowingly provoked an enemy beyond your ability to handle, while already heavily injured. At first, I was able to rationalize these moments as you merely acting on heroic impulse."

"…At first?" Midoriya echoed.

"Don't misunderstand." All Might said, "I'm not impugning your motivations, I understand why you did all of those things…it's just…your performance during the combat training made clear to me that you aren't someone who operates on impulse. You always seem to have a plan, thinking several steps ahead…you remind me of my old sidekick in that way, actually."

"You're beating around the bush, All Might." Midoriya said, his blunt demeanor fueled by his growing sense of unease with the direction of this conversation. "Whatever it is you want to say to me, I can handle it."

"…Very well." All Might grimaced. "I am concerned, young Midoriya. I am concerned that you seem to be completely unmoved by the prospect of your own death."

The atmosphere in the clinic was heavy, and the beeping of the monitors was the only sound that could be heard in the room for several long, tense seconds.

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(Five Years Earlier)

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As usual, 10-year-old Midoriya sat by himself in the furthest corner of Aldera Elementary's cafeteria, mechanically eating his packed lunch and staring a hole into the top of the table. His boyish face was set in a semi-permanent frown, and his large green eyes were filled with a deep, simmering anger at the world. The next table over, some of his classmates were talking about him in such intentionally loud voices that it was clear they wanted him to overhear.

"Hey," One of the boys said. "Did you hear what Midoriya said his quirk is?"

"Yeah," the group broke out into a round of snickering, "he thinks that he's immortal or something."

"No, no," another chimed in, "he's not immortal, he's a time-traveler!"

"Yeah, that's it! Except he can't do it unless he dies!" The group snickered again.

"Come on." One of the only girls in the small clique said, "You shouldn't make fun of him like that!" Unable to help himself, Midoriya looked up from the table and stared over at the group. "I mean," The girl continued, "It's pretty sad. Not only is he quirkless and creepy, but he has to make up crazy stories like that to make himself feel better!" The group started laughing again.

"I bet he wants to die." A different boy said. "That's why he talks about death all the time."

"That makes sense," The first boy replied. "I know I would want to die if I were a quirkless loser like him."

Red-faced, Midoriya slammed his palms against his table and abruptly stood up from his seat. He glared at the group with molten hatred and his pulse thudded in his ears as he clenched one of his metal chopsticks in a white-knuckled fist.

"Take that back!" He growled. "I don't want to die! You don't know what it's like, so shut up!"

"Oh, I think we made him mad!"

"Watch out!" Another pointed out with a laugh, "He's got a chopstick, and I don't think he's afraid to use it!"

'How about I shove this through his eye socket and into his worthless brain? See if he's still laughing then!'

Trembling with rage, Midoriya took a step forward before he managed to restrain himself, grabbing the fist holding his chopstick. He grit his teeth and continued to stare at them for few seconds before shaking his head and briskly walking away. It had taken him a while to figure out, but by now he knew that giving in to his temper was a surefire way to trigger a loop.

'I can't let them get me angry, when I get angry, I die. I don't wanna be trapped again.'

Shoving his dark feelings deep down inside of him, Midoriya briskly walked to the exit and dumped his half-eaten lunch, along with the non-disposable chopsticks into the trash. He knew he'd get in trouble for it later, but he'd rather get chewed out by his mom than risk letting his old habits resurface. Leaving the cafeteria, he made a beeline for the bathroom for some privacy and a chance to regroup.

'I'm not crazy.' Sequestered away in the furthest stall from the door, Midoriya sat on the toilet and clutched his head, repeating the thought over and over like a mantra. 'I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy. My quirk is real!'

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(Recovery Girl's Clinic)

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"…Young Midoriya?" All Might said softly, disturbed by the obvious distress emanating from his successor. "Are you all right?"

"You think I'm crazy?" Midoriya asked stiffly, his face completely unreadable. "Suicidal, even?"

All Might thought he knew Midoriya Izuku fairly well. Midoriya didn't really have any friends, so after spending ten months together, All Might believed that he was probably closer to Midoriya than anybody save his mother. Seeing his protégé look at him with watchful, guarded eyes—the eyes of someone on the lookout for potential threats—erased those notions.

'He doesn't trust me.' All Might shifted uncomfortably in his bed and swallowed, surprised by how painful that realization was for him. 'Even after our ten months together, after making him my successor, he doesn't trust me. Not really.'

"I don't believe that you are suicidal, Young Midoriya." All Might said carefully. "In my experience, a suicidal person is not capable of the relentless self-improvement you strive for on a daily basis, even as a front. I do believe that you are hiding something from me…something you think would change my opinion of you for the worse. I…" All Might paused. "I want you to know that you can talk to me. Whatever it is that you think you need to hide, I'm here for you, my boy. Not just as your teacher, or as the previous holder of One for All, but as someone who cares about you. You can trust me."

'Yeah, right. That's what the last person I told said, too.' Midoriya could already picture the battery of psychiatric evaluations waiting for him if he told the truth. 'I'll have to divert his attention. Luckily, I think I have just the topic.'

"…Who's the 'immortal, quirk-stealing bastard'?" Midoriya asked. He narrowed his eyes at All Might's flinch. 'Bingo.'

"How do you…?" All Might exclaimed before clamping his mouth shut.

"Ah," Midoriya said, "So he does exist then." He paused. "That battle six years ago…the one kept secret from the press. Would he happen to be the one responsible for that injury of yours?" All Might's expression was tight as he silently stared down at his lap. "…I see." Midoriya said, taking the silence as confirmation. "Is he still alive?"

"Where did you hear about All for One?" All Might asked. "How do you know about him?"

"All for One?" Midoriya repeated. He let out a dry chuckle. "One for All and All for One…how poetic."

"Young Midoriya," All Might's voice was pained. "I don't wish to ask you again. Who told you about All for One?"

"I had a visit from our senpai at the USJ." Midoriya answered. "They told me some interesting things. Did you know that raw power isn't the only thing that One for All passes on?"

He held up his right hand and focused on summoning a small tendril of Black Whip. All Might's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as a writhing black mass of solidified energy burst through the bandages enveloping Midoriya's arm. A power fluctuation caused the tendril to suddenly swell in size and smash into the side of All Might's bed, nearly flipping it over and denting the metal frame.

"Ow…" Midoriya hissed through clenched teeth, banishing the volatile quirk and clutching his aggravated hand. "Okay…that was a bad idea, but I have more quirks now. That's a thing. Our senpai also said I've got at least six more I've got to figure out."

"Our senpai?" All Might's voice was almost sick with hope. "Did you happen to see a young woman…tall, pretty, with a hairstyle like your mother's?"

"No." Midoriya shook his head. "It was a man. Mid-to-late thirties, bald." He lowered his voice. "That woman you described…was she the one who gave One for All to you?"

"Yes, she…" All Might said, then shook his head. "…no, wait. I see what you're doing young man. You're quite adept at manipulating the course of conversations, but I've been doing the same thing for decades. You won't be able to distract me that easily."

'Damn it.' Midoriya cursed. 'I actually thought I pulled it off there for a second. Whatever, if deflection won't work, time to go on the offensive.'

"Why should I trust you, exactly?" Midoriya asked in a low voice. "It's clear that I'm not the only person here hiding something. This villain, All for One…" Midoriya shook his head. "Based on what I was told, it seems like the holders of One for All have been fighting him for generations, maybe even from the beginning. He has to be over 200 years old at this point, and with the ability to steal quirks, how powerful is he by now? When you gave me this quirk, you put me in his line of fire and you didn't bother to tell me. So, I'll ask you again, why should I trust you?"

"You were right, young man." All Might said, touching his wound. "He was the one responsible for this wound. But he won't be a problem. I made sure of that." He growled before lowering his head. "I didn't keep his existence a secret because I wished to deceive you, but because I thought it irrelevant, and because it is…difficult for me to speak about."

"Then you know how I feel." Midoriya said flatly. "My secrets are just that—mine. If you want me to trust you, you'll have to trust me when I say that I have personal, but logical reasons for my actions."

"I'm sure you do my boy. I have no doubt of that, but that's not good enough." All Might shook his head. "I don't wish to violate your privacy, nor make you uncomfortable. It saddens me that you don't trust me, but if you won't speak to me, I will have no choice but to make an official recommendation that you be assigned counseling."

The temperature of the air in the clinic seemed to drop following this statement.

"So that's how it's going to be, huh?" Midoriya said coldly. His eyes burned with green light and small sparks began to crackle off of his tense frame. "You don't get what you want, and you resort to blackmail, is that it?"

"Calm down young man." All Might said. "Therapy isn't blackmail, it's therapy. When I said that I have no choice, I mean exactly that. I am legally obligated to file a report if I have even the slightest misgivings that a student in the hero course might be a threat to themselves or others. Furthermore," All Might paused. "While you were in your coma, your mother made me promise that I would protect you from yourself. I didn't know what she meant at the time, but…"

"You promised Mom?" Midoriya's anger at All Might suddenly deflated. "Mom…of course." He muttered darkly. "She's wanted me to tell you everything since the beginning. If she planted that seed, no wonder you started to look so closely all of a sudden."

"Since the beginning?" All Might repeated. "What are you talking about?"

Midoriya sighed. "My mom has known about us since the day you offered me your quirk, All Might. I kept your injury a secret, but I told her about One for All."

All Might's jaw dropped open. "Young Midoriya, I specifically…how could—"

"I didn't have a choice." Midoriya interrupted him. "Do you remember what I said about my quirk the day we met?"

"That it never manifested." All Might answered.

"That was a lie." Midoriya said bitterly. "Only my mom and I know what my quirk is…nobody else has ever believed me. Even she doesn't want to believe me…I can tell that part of her desperately wants to believe that the doctors were right, that I'm just mistaken…that there's another explanation. Everybody I've ever told thinks that I'm crazy."

"What is your quirk, Young Midoriya?" All Might asked. "What could possibly be so unbelievable, that you'd rather pass yourself off as essentially quirkless?"

"Do you believe in fate?" Midoriya asked. "Not in an abstract sense, but do you think that things are absolutely meant to happen in a certain way?"

All Might scratched his cheek. "That's…an interesting question. I want to say no, but I have some experience dealing with quirks tied to the concept of an immutable future."

"You're referring to your old sidekick, Sir Nighteye's precognitive abilities?"

"Yes, I" All Might twitched. "…Wait—the details of his quirk are a closely held secret, how do you…?"

"I didn't." Midoriya replied, completely deadpan. "Sir Nighteye has a reputation of being unusually well-informed. He doesn't have a flashy, combat-related quirk, so it stands to reason that it's related to information gathering in some way. Most heroes without explicitly combat related quirks fall along those lines. Also, your earlier comparison of my combat M.O. to his was another significant hint as to the nature of his abilities. I made a guess and you just confirmed it." He paused. "I'll have to update my file on him."

All Might stared at Midoriya with a gobsmacked expression for a moment before letting out a snort. "I can't tell if you'll get along great or hate each other, but you two are so much alike it's almost frightening."

"I'll consider that a compliment."

"Let's not get too off topic." All Might gently reminded him. "You were talking about your quirk. What does fate have to do with it?"

Midoriya sighed and leaned back against his pillow. He stared at the ceiling. "You said that I seem unconcerned by the prospect of death…you aren't wrong. I'm not concerned. I'm not concerned because dying is a routine experience for me."

All Might sat in silence for several moments as he tried to digest Midoriya's words. "…I'm afraid I don't understand, Young Midoriya."

"I don't know about everyone else, but for me, fate is very real." Midoriya said in a low voice. "I don't know how my path is decided, but if I fail to follow it according to certain unknown requirements, I'll die and return to a previous moment in time. And I'll keep dying, over and over and over again, until I get it right. That's my quirk, All Might." Midoriya murmured. "Death by Design."

"Young Midoriya," All Might murmured. "That's—"

"Impossible?" Midoriya loudly snapped, sitting up with a bolt and cutting him off. "Is that what you were going to say?"

All Might blinked at Midoriya's bared teeth and flushed face. 'I think this is the first time I've seen him angry, let alone lose his temper.'

"What's your next line, All Might?" Midoriya's voice was harsh from the effort it was taking him not to shout. "Maybe it's a precognitive quirk? My brain is instantaneously running through possible future scenarios until it finds the path to survival? Maybe I'm just hallucinating everything, and it's all in my head? Maybe I'm just crazy! You think I haven't heard that before!? You think I haven't thought of that before!? This is why I didn't want to tell you, All Might! Because of the look you have on your face, right now!"

After this outburst, All Might simply sat and watched Midoriya breathe heavily for nearly a minute as he tried to regain his composure. "Young Midoriya," All Might finally said, "I do believe you."

Midoriya looked up sharply. "You're lying." He accused, "You're clearly just saying that to placate me."

"I admit, what you have told me is difficult to believe. However," All Might held up a hand to forestall any further outbursts. "In my career, I have seen many quirks—including One for All—that defy belief. I will accept that your interpretation of your quirk is correct. It would be hypocritical of me to do otherwise."

"Oh, well we wouldn't want to be hypocritical, now would we?" Midoriya muttered sullenly. There were several seconds of awkward silence while All Might processed the bombshell that had just been dropped on him.

"How many times have you…?" All Might hesitated, unbalanced by Midoriya's obvious resentment for being backed into a corner. 

"Died?" Midoriya grunted. "I don't know. I lost count a long time ago. Some of the loops I get stuck in are pretty short, so I can rack up big numbers pretty quick. The loop I was in today was only a few minutes long, so I probably died at least thousand times during the invasion."

"A thousand!?" All Might exclaimed, horrified. "And this has been happening since your quirk manifested, at four?"

"You get used to it." Midoriya said in a hollow tone. "You can get used to just about anything, given enough time."

All Might cleared his throat and quickly composed himself. "Young Midoriya…I know you are telling me this because you don't wish to speak to a professional, but…have you ever considered talk—"

"No." Midoriya interjected bluntly.

"Young man, what you are describing must have inflicted serious mental trauma, surely therapy would—"

"No." Midoriya interrupted again, more fiercely this time. "I got through it all by myself back then, and I don't need it now, when I'm better equipped to handle it. Also, what part of 'everyone I tell thinks I'm crazy' don't you understand? If I tell a professional about the things I've experienced…the things I've seen, the things I've done, I can kiss my hero career goodbye."

"Young Midoriya, any information you share with a therapist would be 100% conf—"

"Confidential?" Midoriya laughed bitterly. "Ethical Principles of Psychologists and Code of Conduct, Section 4.05c, clause 1: 'In the case in which the client/patient currently holds, or is seeking to hold a Provisional/Full Hero License, the standard for nonconsensual disclosure is lowered from 'immediate risk', referenced in Section 4.05b, clause 3, to 'potential risk'…I'd be putting my entire future at the mercy of a bunch of litigation shy bureaucrats, and I'm not willing to take that chance." At All Might's nonplussed look, he added. "And yes, I do know the code verbatim. This isn't the first time I've had this discussion. I have it with my mom on a nearly annual basis." His gaze darkened. "And it looks like it's that time of year…" 

"Excuse me…" An unfamiliar voice rang out and the two turned to see a kind looking man in a trench coat walk into the infirmary. The man smiled. "Long time no see, All Might."

"Tsukauchi!" All Might exclaimed. He wiped a dripple of blood off his chin. "I didn't know you were here!"

'Could your timing be any worse!?' All Might thought.

'Nice timing, Mr. Tsukauchi!' Midoriya smiled slightly. 'Whoever you are, I owe you one!' He frowned. '…Wait a second.'

"Um, All Might…" Midoriya pointed to his mentor's skeletal true form.

"No need to worry, young man." All Might reassured him. "Why you ask? Because Tsukauchi is an old friend, and my favorite detective on the police force!"

"What kind of introduction is that?" Tsukauchi asked. Noticing the heavy atmosphere in the room, Tsukauchi looked back and forth between All Might and Midoriya. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Well, actually…" "Not at all." All Might and Midoriya replied simultaneously.

"Young Midoriya…" All Might said.

"It's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon." Midoriya said indicating towards the bed. "You don't need to make your friend wait on my account."

Proving once again that the universe has a sense of humor, Recovery Girl chose that moment to walk into the room. "Ah." She smiled and handed Midoriya his clothes. "You're free to go home. Just make sure and come back around noon tomorrow for another treatment."

"Excellent." Midoriya said without missing a beat. He hid the ruined bandages of his right hand behind his back as hopped off of the bed with his clothes tucked under one arm. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

A strangled sound came out of All Might's throat along with a gout of blood. "Young Midoriya!"

"I've already said the most important part." Midoriya said as he passed by All Might's bed on his way out of the room. "But I'm too worked up to discuss things calmly. We'll finish our talk later, when I've cooled down."

All Might hesitated, then nodded briskly. "Yes." He said in a no-nonsense tone. "We will."

"Oh, and All Might?" Midoriya paused at the threshold of the door. "One more thing before I go."

"Yes, Young Midoriya?"

Midoriya turn to face the bedridden hero. "You're my hero, All Might. I'll always be grateful for what you've done for me. So…I'll forgive my mom for putting me in this position by dropping you hints, and I'll trust you to keep what we discussed between us."

"Well," All Might smiled, "I'm glad you're being so mature about this. That's more like the young man I've come to know over the last year."

"I wasn't finished." Midoriya said. "I forgive my mom, but only because she's my mom. If you break my trust, if you tell anyone about this without my permission, I won't forgive you." After making this declaration, Midoriya stared directly into All Might's eyes for a few seconds before he spun on his heel and walked away from the flabbergasted adults. "Get well soon."

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HEROES NEVER DIE

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Still hot under the collar, Midoriya laid into his mother over the promise she extracted from All Might the moment he walked into their apartment. For nearly fifteen minutes, the two argued at high volume—a rare occurrence for the mother and son. Inko was a complete sweetheart, and Izuku was easygoing enough that any differences in opinion were seldom significant enough to provoke an argument. An exception to this rule was their fundamental disagreement over his future choice of career, and what constituted "risk" for someone who was effectively immortal, but even then, their fights were typically carried out at speaking volume, and Midoriya often relented once the tears came out.

As quick to tears as Inko was, they were a devastating emotional weapon whose appearance signaled the end of the discussion on most days. Today was not one of those days. It had been difficult, but his anger at being cornered into revealing his quirk against his will allowed his to withstand the guilt inflicted by his mother's tears as he verbally tore into her. Finally, when his anger was spent, he stormed into his room and shut the door with more force than strictly necessary.

He hung up his blazer and sat down at his desk, hoping to catch up on some reading, but found himself completely unable to focus. Eventually, after he caught himself rereading the same paragraph for the fifth time in a row, he gave up in disgust and flopped face first onto his bed. He was so mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted by the events of the day that he didn't even bother to take off the rest of his uniform.

'Why did I go off on mom like that?' Midoriya wondered. He rolled over with a pained groan and stared at the limited edition All Might posted he had attached to the ceiling due to lack of wall space. 'I haven't lost control like that in years. I didn't accomplish anything by doing that. I didn't change her mind, or the fact that All Might knows. All I did just now was throw a tantrum and take my bad feelings out on her, when the only thing she did wrong was love me and want to protect me the best she could.' He glanced over at his clock to check the time and closed his eyes. 'It's 5:43…I'll apologize at dinner, but for now, I desperately need a nap.'

~Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt~

The sensation of his phone vibrating in his pocket was an immediate anxiety spike. 'This had better be important.' Midoriya scowled as he dug out his phone and saw an unknown number. "What is it?" He pinched his nose. "I mean, hello? This is Midoriya Izuku."

"…Sorry, is this a bad time?" A vaguely familiar voice sounded out over the other line.

"Who is this?" Midoriya asked.

"Hey Deku! It's Ashido Mina! I would have texted, but when I tried to look up your number on Line, I couldn't find it."

"…I don't use Line." Midoriya replied.

"Ehhh? What are you, some kind of savage? Hey everybody," Midoriya heard her call into the distance, "he doesn't have Line! That's why we couldn't add him!"

"It's been a really long, really hard day for me, Ashido." Midoriya groaned. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm feeling kind of rough, so can you get to the point already?"

"Right, right. So you know we have the day off of school tomorrow cause of the attack right? Me and a couple of the others from class were thinking of going to karaoke tomorrow!"

"…That's nice." Midoriya said, "Have fun. Bye." He hung up and closed his eyes again.

~Bzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt~

Midoriya felt like he wanted to cry. He picked up the phone and took a deep breath before answering it. "…Yes?"

"That was super rude!" Ashido's indignant shout blared through his phone's speakers, making him flinch. "Who just hangs up like that? I was trying to ask if you wanted to come to karaoke with us tomorrow!"

"Why?" Midoriya asked in a confused tone. He paused. "…Are you trying to mess with me again?"

"Oh, you poor sweet child…I'm going to do you a favor and pretend you didn't ask me that just now. Anyways, the plan is for a bunch of us to meet up around noon and hang out a bit before we go book the booth."

'I think I'd rather be set on fire.' Midoriya thought. He wasn't a good singer, and he didn't really listen to much music, so he didn't even know any songs. 'And I don't know how to interact with other people outside of school. I don't want to just stand around and have nothing to say when I could be doing something productive. I'm going to say no.'

"Sorry," he said, "I have to go to U.A. for my appointment with Recovery Girl at noon tomorrow. I don't think I'll be able to meet up. Maybe next time."

"No problem!" Ashido replied cheerfully. "We're meeting up at the school anyway! I don't think anyone will mind if we push back the meet up to 1:00! Besides…" Ashido's tone became teasing, "Uraraka's going to be there, and she told me that she's reeeeeeeally looking forward to hanging out with you."

Just as he was about to decline more definitively, Midoriya hesitated. "…She really said that she's looking forward to seeing me?"

Midoriya could practically hear the shit-eating grin stretching across Ashido's face just then. "She sure did. All the girls were talking about how heroic and cool you were protecting Tsuyu from that weird brain-guy like that. We all want to show our appreciation!"

'Okay, now she's definitely messing with me." Midoriya thought, but at the same time, a small part of him whispered, 'But what if she's not?'

Sensing weakness from his silence, Ashido continued to press her attack. "So…are you in or what?"

 Midoriya spent several seconds weighing the options, his hormones going to battle with his deeply ingrained loner tendencies. "…Fine, I'll come." He said, giving in to his hormones. "But I'm not singing."

"Hmmmm," Ashido hummed, "we'll see."

"No," Midoriya repeated. "We won't. I'm not going to sing. Seriously."

"I'll take that as a maybe."

"Are you listening to a word I'm saying?"

"I'll see you tomorrow! And download Line tonight! And add me! Bye!"

"Ashido!" Midoriya snapped into the phone, only to see that she had already hung up. "How can someone be so nice and annoying at the same time?" He sighed. "Whatever…I guess I'm going to karaoke tomorrow."

Midoriya closed his eyes, simply laying there for a few moments before he before he sat back up, agitated. He grabbed his phone and turned it all the way off.

Ashido might have put an end to his plans for a quiet, peaceful recovery from his injuries, but right now, he wasn't going to let anything get between him and his need for a nap.

AN: Well, I was originally intending on having the quirk reveal and the karaoke outing in the same chapter, but I ended up hitting my word limit before I knew it. Next chapter, Deku uses Sing! It's Not Very Effective! Plus Ultra everybody!