This is an atrocious chapter I know and I'll probably change it I just wanted to get something out for you all. Oh yeah and as you will probably find out, this chapter is all over the place and needs a good edit, sucks that I have no time to do that 😏

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A few months later...

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Since the day 'Allmight' had found him, Izuku had really pushed himself- physiologically, intellectually and physically.

Yet the improvement his summons had made was also substantial. Particularly Willow and Darcy, whose quirks had developed drastically.

Everyone was doing so well that Izuki was actually feeling slightly excited for the turmoil to come. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help wanting to show off a bit.

Izuku had been accepted into the school he planned on attending. It was a quaint school full of, not to be mean, plain kids. Teens who didn't have a distinct quirk, or even a quirk at all. But that suited Izuku perfectly.

The summer would be over soon and Izuku would have to enter back into society, once more relinquishing his, for lack of another word, loner status.

Although, being a recluse seemed to be in Izukus blood he didn't have any fellow feeling for going to ACTUAL school, he also didn't have dispise the idea either.

He'd taken a look at his "dire" (according to Zenon) situation with a scrupulus eye some time ago, after Lucifer had decided to drop a few unwanted, but necessary hints.

On Izuku's agenda today he be ordering his new uniform, getting his coffee, start building his new PC and go out looking for prey to test his quirk out on.

Don't panic. Don't panic. Izuku would only be hunting bad guys.

It was about 11 ish. Izuku was dressed ready for the day. A black hoodie, black trousers and you guessed it black shoes.

He slipped out his window wary of any blonde spiky kids and watchful eyes, and jumped to the ground silently.

He rounded the corner that connected his window to the main street and began on his way. Firstly, stopping off to get a glorious cup of coffee from the only person in the world he liked. Izuku helped her around the shop before saying his goodbyes heading to the place to order his new uniform.

The shop was swarming with people, Izuku wanted the world to swallow him whole. He stuck up his hoodie trying to hide from the world, fought a security guard who didn't like Izukue hood, shoved through masses of people who jostled him, bought his clothes and raced home: he completely regretted choosing a public school and cussed himself for ever allowing himself to enter such a busy store.

Never again...

Izuku found himself wandering to his kitchen, grabbing a doge mug- fulling it with coffee and brought it back to his cave. He eagerly got to work building his computer trying to block out the stress of that shop.

Four coffees later Izuku was finally finished. He had to admit this was the best thing he'd ever made. It was all white with controller lights built in and around his masterpiece. Inside sat a mini monokuma, happy, and shrek. Izuku had ordered some other figurines too that he could swap out as he pleased. With three monitors and a pc designed with some of the best new kit, he knew it would run like clockwork.

The only thing left was to finish wire maintenance and set up the desktop and transfer his most top secret files and information, including the ones about UA, the LOV which was still unknown to most, some pro heros and a few government files, police files ect, ect.

Where had he got the money to build something like this you may ask? Well game tournaments, his mother and odd side jobs like coding, hacking ect- although he never meddled with anything too bad. He could, and he'd been offered plenty of money and many times to do just that, he was quite sort after. Yet, Izuku didn't think it was right, nor was he interested in getting too caught up in that shit, especially when it could jepodize he own operation.

He was thinking about giving up his online persona now though, going MIA. As you're well aware he had lots to do in real world and he had a steady income from games he had helped develop too.

Izuku glanced at his phone, 6:48pm. He would head on out soon and he was actually kind of looking forward to it. Some real practise.