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Judging a book by its cover was something that Keigo tried to avoid, but he found himself doing just that as he looked at part of the special ops force that Sir Nighteye had assembled. They looked like a bunch of horny teenagers. And he was a good judge of this considering how he was pretty much a horny teenager pretending to be twenty three. The lone boy and source of a quirk that made Aizawa want to pull his hair out wasn't really the kind of person that could stand out or anything. But, apparently he had more tricks up his sleeve than any of the other top ten.

Keigo yawned and kicked his foot against the ground to try and keep himself awake. It wasn't that he was tired, it was more that he was just bored, and he'd probably be bored and tired as he flew hundreds of miles out into the middle of the ocean carrying some green haired kid. Though part of him was excited for what was to come, another part of him was deeply concerned about this mission.

He never raided an entire island fortress before.

The two girls that were walking beside Izuku were some grade-A hotties though, he recognized both of them as the girls that were in the finals of the sports festival for the first years, as well as from Nighteye's briefing. Momo Yaoyorozu was a tall, leggy woman with some serious boobage that actually seemed overshadowed by her natural beauty. Itsuka Kendo was like the hottest version of the childhood friend trope to ever exist.

These thoughts led Keigo to one simple conclusion. Izuku was one lucky son of a bitch. And he had two more girls that were solid tens.

"Yo," Keigo gave a lazy wave and stretched his long red wings for a moment. "Make sure your bladder is empty, it's going to be a long flight."

That got a response out of the girls, but Izuku just shrugged.

"I'm good," Izuku stepped forward and offered Keigo his hand. The kid seemed rather put together for someone that had barely managed to get a semester of hero college under his belt. Then again, the kid spent weeks undercover as a Yakuza chef, so maybe he matured a bit during that. "It's nice to meet you Hawks."

"Right, right, nice to meet you, uhh, I don't believe I've actually gotten your hero name." He took the boy's hand and found it was rougher than he expected, a loose indication of a hard worker. But the boy did have a strong grip too. He had strength that his slender frame didn't show off.

Izuku just shrugged. "Honestly, I just put down Izuku because trying to think of a good hero name for what I can do is kind of really hard."

"Menu-chan suggested Level Two Weakling." Itsuka snorted, drawing a sharp glare from Izuku that lasted only a few seconds until Itsuka stuck her tongue out. Ahh, so she had him wrapped around his finger. "But, that's really not a good name for him, I prefer Jack of All Trades."

"Nah, nah," Keigo waved his hand, "That's too wordy, everyone will just call you Jack. You need something that's like one word tops, or like, I dunno, a haiku."

"A Haiku? There are heroes that use a haiku for their name?" Momo asked, perking up at the idea. Out of everyone here, she looked the most ready for an actual stealth mission, or at least a stealth mission in some kind of a video game. She was currently wearing what Keigo would call Sexy Ninja Black.

"Yeah, she's known as That Hero That Patrols The Streets in Kyoto." Lovely woman, had a quirk based around painting, really didn't like men. Or at least she didn't like Keigo. But that was normal, he was good at pissing people off. "But I'm not a poet."

Izuku shook his head and flailed his arms. "Look, that's not important, just call me Izuku for now, I'll figure out a hero name eventually. Anyways, we're actually on a timetable, right?"

"Just a bit," Keigo smiled and glanced at his watch, "Are you ready? Did you bring the clipboard?"

The fuck kind of question was that.

A clipboard appeared in Izuku's hand just long enough for Hawks to see it before it vanished. Was it supposed to do that?

"Practical Tactical Blacktical Skin," Izuku mumbled, his outfit changing from mildly casual to something that really belonged in a spy movie. Hell, it was almost like something James Bond would wear under his suit. There were straps, pouches, harnesses, and other bits and bobs that really gave the whole stealth vibe. As a matter of fact, it almost seemed difficult to look at Izuku.

Eraserhead was right, this kid's quirk was bullshit.

Momo pulled out a similar set of clothing that was folded neatly in her arms. "While you won't be able to put it on as easily as Izuku can, you should still be able to benefit from the stealth bonus. Also, you should be able to communicate with Izuku without being detected when you have the hood up; don't ask me how it works, it's magic."

Keigo blinked and looked at the jumpsuit. "Uhh, wings?"

"One size fits all."

"Even wings?"

"Magic."

Keigo looked towards Izuku and gave a lopsided glance. "Why does it sound like everyone is sick and tired of your quirk?"

Izuku looked him right in the eyes and shrugged. "Because it's bullshit and even the physical manifestation of my quirk doesn't know what the fuck is going on half the time."

As though to demonstrate this, Izuku made a golden spatula appear in his hand that he flailed about haplessly. A moment later a cup of tea appeared in his hand. "Now here, drink this, and sorry if it turns you into a girl. The higher level stuff has some weird effects."

But.

He liked having a penis.

Keigo stared at the hot beverage for a few seconds. It didn't look like a witch's brew or anything, it just looked like some basic bitch ass tea. Tea that might give him a set of tits in exchange for his dick. Though if the trade was equivalent, he'd have some rockin' tits. "What's it do?"

Izuku's face mirrored Eraserhead's for a few moments before he shrugged. "Basically, it's going to give you a stamina super charge, and a few other minor buffs until you sleep, like night vision, feeling like you're two inches taller, +1 to damage which I have no idea what that actually means, and other stuff. It's mostly to help you get us there faster."

"And it turns me into a girl, that'll wear off too?" Keigo took the drink and sniffed it for a moment. It smelled like blueberries.

"Yeah, probably a day or so."

Well, if it would help the mission.

Keigo chugged the drink and winced as he tasted hard liquor for a brief second, but when he burped, the aftertaste was like coffee. "The fuck?"

"Yeah, the taste is random too."

Still, the effects were instant. It felt like he was ready to explode with energy, every single feather felt like it was thrumming with strength. Honestly, he never felt this good before! He burped again and placed both hands on his chest, waiting for it to happen. After a moment, nothing did. He was still a guy.

"Alright, well, let's get going Izuku, we have a long flight ahead of us."

After the stealth flight suit was put on, the girls assisted in strapping Izuku to Keigo's chest via a series of clasps and velcro. In a way, he felt like a Kangaroo. If that Kangaroo was carrying around another full sized Kangaroo in its pouch.

"Alright." Izuku looked towards two of his girlfriends—once again Keigo couldn't help but think that this was one lucky fucking bastard—and waved at them. "I'll see you in a few hours."

Itsuka snorted, "Dude, we'll be talking to you the whole time, just make sure you're safe alright?"

"Don't worry, I have no plans on dying. Again."

Again? Keigo blinked and then shook his head. Right, that was one of the kids supposed feats, wasn't it. "Don't worry; with me around, we won't be testing how many times he can come back."

Momo looked at him, and from the dead look in her eyes, it was evident that she had zero confidence in him. Which was kind of insulting, considering how he was the number three pro hero. Wait. What the hell, did he just become a goddamn side character in some generic anime protagonist's story? What the hell?

There was no way in hell he was villager B!

Wait.

He wasn't even villager B!

He was the back end of the fucking horse!

XXXX

"Dude, foureyes."

"It's Sir Nighteye."

"Yeah, that's what I said." The screen that had Menu visible showed the blue haired woman reclining in her chair and crossing her legs as she took a large obnoxious sip from a big jug of whatever the hell she was drinking. "You need to chill the fuck out."

Mirai glanced around the control room for this entire operation, A large screen displayed the current location of Hawks and Izuku as they flied towards I-Island, and another picture showed the staging grounds for the heroes. Shoko, Momo, and Itsuka were dishing out some of Izuku's food like they were at a party, and with how the food buffs could restore All Might to near his prime, it felt like they were going to be unstoppable.

But.

This was All for One and an island designed to be able to stop any villain, or in this case, any hero. And who knew what else was going to be on that island by now.

Come to think of it.

Mirai took Izuku's advice and just ignored Menu when she was being uppity and instead began to type furiously on the nearest keyboard. He was checking the police reports, the logs for hero activity, everything he could.

Crimes committed by villains had gone down drastically in the last couple of days.

"Menu." Mirai looked towards the webcam. The woman stopped her snarky expression and grew serious. "Tell Izuku there's going to be a lot more villains than we thought at I-Island."

The girl groaned, hand going to her head. "Of course there are, wouldn't be a raid without trash mobs. Dammit. Alright, I'm not sure what we can do about it, but Izuku knows now."

The flawless instantaneous communication that Izuku's quirk represented was an asset in itself; no risk of signal getting caught, no delay, no worries about losing signal.

"How far away are they?" Mirai asked, glancing towards the staging ground once more. Some of the heroes had fallen victim to the random effects of Izuku's food, some were adjusting well. Others like the dragon hero Ryukyu were having problems adjusting to the fact that she could now just breath lightning.

And Miruko was really confused by how she was a Cat-Rabbit-woman instead of just a rabbit woman.

"About an hour out." Menu replied calmly.

"And the countdown?" Nezu asked from his chair.

"Sixteen hours and thirty one minutes." Menu slid down in her chair and glanced at them with sad red eyes. "And, I still have no idea what on earth happens when it gets to zero."

Mirai nodded, "Let's do our best to avoid finding out."

XXXX

The fact that Aizawa enjoyed his burrito flavored sushi, or the benefits that it gave to his stamina, or even the fact that his eyes just felt like they were amazing—there was no dryness, and he didn't feel like he needed a nap—would not subtract from the fact that all of this was bullshit. But, he could at least admit that it was good bullshit.

Well, at least most of it was good bullshit.

Still, being a female was a bit strange. But at the same time, his body felt kind of good.

"Eraser!" He looked towards Emi who now had a head full of red hair. Huh, it kind of suited her. "What the hell!"

Aizawa smiled slightly. Maybe being a woman wasn't such a bad thing if—

"How the hell are you hotter as a chick!"

Nevermind.