Getting One For All!

I spent the next few months training with my new powers until the time came for the famed training montage.

No, not mine. I mean mine was awesome, a bit too awesome to show in fact.

Rather, the one I'm talking about is Deku's training montage on the beach.

I teleported every morning to the dump as it slowly changed for the better, back into a beach.

Nine months of jogging.

That's what it took.

Every day, for nine months I jogged by their training montage on the beach and until they grew used to the sight of me.

And when I say training montage, I mean training montage, complete with the inspirational music and all.

Fucking weird!

Then came the day.

Tomorrow was the UA exam, and the day OFA would pass on to Deku.

Not that I'd allow it.

This morning, I brought along an injector with the same sedative I used on Kurogiri. Buying two cans of orange juice, I put a thick tape on the outside of one of the cans and injected the sedative into it, gently shaking to mix it.

Removing the tape, I checked for leaks. Yup, no leaks. Great.

Let's do this.

Like every day for the past nine months, I ran past them again, only this time, I stopped by and came to a halt near small might.

Handing him the drugged can, I popped mine open.

Small might looked at me suspiciously, as he played with the can in his hand.

"The machine popped out two by mistake. So i figured, might as well share it with you. Though I wouldn't give him any. It's not good to have carbonated drinks after a hard workout. Cramps the muscles, or so I've heard." I explained.

Small might relaxed and popped it open, taking a long swig.

"You guys are training for the UA entrance exam aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. How did you know?" He answered.

"I heard you shouting about it a couple months back. The kid's admirable. I've been going around these parts a while. Two or so years. Never seen someone so dedicated or willing to clean this dump either.

He'd make a great hero." I praised.

"Hohoho! I know right! I'm proud of his progre-" he stumbled, grabbing his head.

"Hey! Mister! You okay?" I asked, faking concern.

"I..I'm fine." Small might said, before he collapsed.

"Hey! You! Yeah you, kid. Something's happened to your friend here." I called out to Deku.

Deku rushed over, worried.

"What happened? All Might!? All Might!" He cried out, kneeling neside his mentor.

"Does he have some medical condition or something? He was clutching his chest and just collapsed!" I exposited.

Gears spun in Deku's head as he nodded.

"Yes. He does have this ... condition. We need to get him to a hospital!" Deku said.

"Sure. Wait here. I'll get my car, it's right around the corner." I replied.

Once they were in the van, I wringed Deku's head right off, stuffing him in a bag, before teleporting the van and the inhabitants back to the shelter.

Next, I gave small might an aneurysm, putting him in a comatose state.

Come next day, I had two jobs to do.

Recruit Shinso and get OFA.

And I couldn't do that the normal way.

I may be crazy, sure, but multiple personalities living rent free in my skull, is a big no-no, even for me.

So that afternoon, I teleported over to UA high and waited.

Soon enough my target was in sight.

I followed him along the rooftops and once he was out of sight of most people, stuck him with a tranquilizer and dragged him into a portal, back to base.

Tieing him up in a chair, I splashed some water on him to wake him up.

"Brr..wha....who...where am I? Who are you? What do you want from me?" He asked.

"Where are you? In a bunker by the docks. I'm Yoru Hijikata, nice to meetcha!" I said, extending him a handshake.

"I would reciprocate but, I'm afraid, I'm a bit tied up!" He joked.

"Ehehehe, yeah sorry about that. But trust me, this is all absolutely necessary. I wouldn't do so otherwise." I assured.

"So, what do you want with me?" He asked.

"A favor. A simple, very minute favor. Won't cost you a thing." I replied.

"And what would this favor be?" He asked.

"The favor, my dear Monoma, is for you to copy a certain inheritable power and hand me a spare. Nothing much. Just, put your hand in the bag, and copy the quirk. Then, willingly allow me to inherit it." I explained.

"That's it?" He asked.

"Yup. That's it. You do that, I untie you, and you go free. Hell, I'll even pay you a neat 10k yen for your troubles." I sweetened the deal. Though not by much.

Broke orphan runaway, remember?

"Fine. But you'll let me go, right?" He asked again.

"Yeah. Of course. I'm not a monster. I just need this guy's quirk to heal a chronic illness that I was born with.

It's this conditions that weakens my muscles. This guy's quirk on the other hand is called tough muscles. I really need it or I'll die of heart failure in a couple of months. The doctors said there was no cure. So I had no choice but to kidnap you and him. I'll let the both of you go once I'm healed. I don't want to be a villain, but, I just..." I sniffled, pouring out a sob story, "I just don't want to die, y'know?!"

Monoma thought for a moment with a conflicted expression before he agreed.

"Fine. But promise me you'll never do anything like this ever again." He insisted.

"Yes. Of course, I wouldn't!" I assured.

"Ok. Bring him over." He said.

I brought over the bag and Monoma copied the quirk.

"How do I give it to you now?" He asked.

"Just think about wanting to let me inherit it, and give me a hair from your head." I answered.

"That simple." He exclaimed.

"Yup." I replied.

"Well, then take one." He said.

I plucked a hair off his head and swallowed it.

A small twinge of spark lit up in my stomach as I super digested it.

Hehehehahahahahah!

With this I have on my hands 2 of the best quirks in MHA, OFA and Copy.

I turned to Monoma and looked him in the eye.

"Monoma, Monoma, Monoma! You old buddy old pal are a lifesaver. Seriously, thanks for the gift of this beautiful power.

Unfortunately, I can't let you go."

"You bastard! You promis-"

I stuffed a dirty old sock in his mouth. Then another. Then another one. And another one.

With him stuffed, I continued.

"See, I can't have you making copies of other powers and handing out what's basically a tactical nuke to just any random Tom, Dick and Harry, now can I?

So here's the deal, I get your life, and you get the sweet sweet release of death. Be thankful, I didn't torture you. Buh-bye!"

I slapped him so hard his neck broke, killing him instantly.