chapter 3 BEACH

Toshinori felt his head spinning as he drove up to Dagobah beach. Izuku had grown two inches and some serious biceps overnight, his mother knew about One for All and his wound, and worst of all, he had no idea how to teach his new protégé. The thought of teaching at U.A. in the spring sent a shiver down his spine.

Heaps of trash dotted the sand, and nobody walked within reach of the beach's stench. It made the perfect spot to let Izuku unleash One for All.

"Alright!" Toshinori said as he held his nose. "Try punching that refrigerator over there as hard as you can!"

Izuku punched. Metal squealed, and the refrigerator soared halfway across the beach.

So much for teaching him how to activate his new Quirk. Toshinori smiled, thinking that teaching might be easier than he had thought.

"Nice punch! Doesn't look like we'll have to work on your strength, so let's work on building your character. We're going to clear all the trash on this beach!"

"Understood." Izuku looked around. He walked up to a rusted car missing its front hood and three tires. His fingers sprouted serrated claws that gouged a chunk out of the side. Unhinging his jaw, Izuku shoved the entire piece down his throat.

Toshinori watched in silent fascination as Izuku ate the entire car. The skin on Izuku's back split apart. A giant shaft, sporting long, spindly arms and thick, stumpy legs, grew behind him. As Izuku walked forward, the new appendages snapped more trash around him and shoved it into his back. Black smoke billowed out Izuku's mouth as plastic and wood burned inside him. The metallic growth behind him grew longer, branched off, and sprouted more arms to gobble up trash. Bits and pieces fell off it as he moved, which the arms scooped up and consumed again.

The smoke drew a crowd. People watched and took pictures as Izuku dug through mountains of trash. Within minutes, the police arrived, and Toshinori flashed his agency's card to keep them from hauling Izuku away. News reporters arrived shortly after, and Toshinori put on his best T.V. face as he spouted off about training the future's heroes.

By the time he finished with the interview, Izuku had cleared the beach. All Might gawked at the shambling monstrosity, the size of a city block, that trailed after him.

"All done. Where should I put this?" Izuku asked.

Toshinori pointed at the pick-up truck they had driven in. "I only brought that to take away the trash."

"Understood."

The appendages curled up on themselves like a giant roly-poly. When Izuku rolled it into the truck's bed, both bumpers hit pavement and the tires flew off the axles.

Izuku shifted the weight around until the entire mass rested on the flattened truck, and asked, "What next?"

Toshinori told himself Izuku just misunderstood him as he changed into his hero costume.