The stadium was packed. People cheering on for all of the Yuuei students, well Class-1A to be specific. After all, the potential of those students would grab anyone's attention. Luckily Izuku founded himself in the general studies. Keeping to himself, the classes all grouped up facing the platform which held the microphone.

Watching Katsuki Bakugo walking up the stairs was boring. In short ,once he spoke his message everyone booed his voice.

The first match was the obstacle run.

Izuku stood behind the crowd, all clamped up together to follow one opening.

Once he got the signal it was a go and the stampede of students running, Izuku jumped up to the walls and sprinted them. Keeping himself above the others, he noticed a split moment when the temperature became instantly cold. Then came the ice attack. It stalled many of those who were at the front of the entrance, although that didn't stop Smear. Leaping past the ice wall, he front rolled once he landed.

Even though I can regenerate, I have to act with a slight strength quirk as best I can.

That was his plan for the majority of the sports festival, in case if he was questioned about his capabilities in the later stages.

Dashing past the ice user and the blonde hollering bitch. Izuku turned out the swears, announcers, and other noises. Thus he began working his muscles to the bone. Luckily, his regenerative abilities did allow him to never tire and with every millisecond, his energy replenishes. Although if he were to get external wounds, then he will have to mentally keep his body in that state otherwise he would just heal unconsciously.

Once he passed the endless pits and long leaps without pa roblem, the land field was actually exciting.  Through lightning toe sprints, Izuku only set off about two or so. Hell just for fun he reached though quickly and scoop one of the mines out and turn towards the pair just chasing after him. His smirk never fading as he throws the mine as if it were a frisbee.

"Eat shit bitch!"

The mine hit Katsuki square in the face setting off the blast taking that bi-colored stranger with him.

In the final stretch, Izuku tuned on his senses and finished the race. The crowd cheered at the expressionless kid. Honestly, the green haired teen rather stay at the warehouse sleeping on his bed.

Moments later once the rest of the students came by, there was said to be a Calvary Battle. Now, being in public was one thing, but working with a team? Izuku didn't like working with anyone else besides his master and girlfriend.

The stares and glares reminded him of his old life. A more naive and foolish life. Before he even figured out his quirk, before meeting Stain, before having his dreams denied by his old number one hero. Envy, hatred, loneliness, and betrayal.

Now he stood, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Biding his time until he is powerful enough to stand on his own two feet. Waiting so he can become the shadow of heroism itself.

He stood alone. But that's alright he didn't need any~

"Hey! Midori!"

Who the fu~

Turing around he paused his thoughts at a pink skin girl. She was waving her hands and running towards him. "Let's be a group!"

Her excitement bashed into his skull before she catch herself. "Whoops my bad, what do you say?"

"Sure." Great.

"So what's to plan?"

"Well we need at least one more person do the Calvary Battle, so...any one you know who don't mind the huge price on their heads?" Izuku responded.

With a shook of her head, Izuku sighed now having to deal with this random girl. He started to look around for possible members now that he was accompanied by this pink girl.

"Hmm." He hummed as he just closed in a possible member. Another girl who seemed to be looking his way. Her eyes were yellow but showed pupils in the shape of crosshairs. Her hair was pink but in dreadlocks. She carried a excited smile as she came in front of the pair.

"Hey, Millionaire!"

Izuku got a good look at the pack she carried, strapped onto her back. It seem like she was carrying gadgets or tools. Although more than anything, he hope there will be weapons. Mentally correcting his thoughts, he introduced himself.

"Hello dreads."

The girl leaned in towards the pair.

"How about I join up with you guys so we can make work of my babies!" This new addition exclaimed proudly.

"Babies?" Izuku and Mina questioned aloud.

"Yea! My babies will shine during your performance and whatever I don't have I will quickly adjust so it will meet your expectations."

The boy of the trio was all the more annoyed. Two hyperactive girls on his team was more than enough for him to handle. Although boy of them seemed willing to follow his lead.

"Ashido, what is your quirk?"

Mina beamed with pride and joy. "I can secrete Acid from my skin!"

Izuku turned to the girl. "And yours?"

The gadgetpack girl held the same expression as Ashido. " I can zoom in on anything."

He thought to himself. Just three people. Meaning he was going to either take side and have one of the girls bear the million points or he will have to do so.

"Sorry what was your name?" Izuku asked the dreadlock-haired girl.

"Oh! It's Mei Hatsume!"

The teen nodded before asking. "I was wondering can you make a weapon for me?"

"Sure thing! What you have in mind?" Hatsume leaned in as Ashido looked at bit more curious at the boy.

"I need a blade of some kind, something that the length from my wrist to elbow. Also make it double-edged. I have a feeling with people coming at us, I don't have any abilities to stave off the competition."

Mei nodded and took down her metal pack. She opened the top and began rummaging through it, looking for her exact tools and items.

Izuku turned to Mina. "Alright you and Mei are going to be my horses, you can use your acid to maneuver faster and Mei can use whatever gadgets that can help us get around more."

Mina blinked before agreeing to the plan, it was at least something she guessed. "But what do you need the blade for?"

"Simple, to slice anyone who comes near the headband."

There was a blank stare and a pause in the rummaging. Both girls looked in some sort of confusion.

"Unless one of you two have any better ideas?"

There was no other suggestions to the plan.

For the most part, the plan went off without a hitch. Thanks to the slippery-slimy trails that Mina makeshift skated plus the boost from the 'babies' that Hatsume produced gave the group of three some distance. That is until Bakugo came in with like the flying loudmouth he is.

Fortunately the cocky blonde was countered by Izuku. Through this sequence of moments, the green-haired hero assassin would maneuver his head around Katsuki's hands. Either it be blocking/dodging then parrying the attacks or just striking first with the blade.

In a few attacks some of the cuts were shallow but others deep. Especially on his palms.

Izuku new how sturdy Bakugo's palms were to his own blasts but with a cut, the explosions became more of a safety hazard. The raging blonde did not even want to attempt to use his quirk all that much. The blast would only widen the cut and erupt the blood from his hands.

The slippery, "baby-making", and slicer kept their million points. Thanks to the combine efforts do the trio, they progress to the next stage of the fights.

Now, here he was; walking down the hallway towards the designated meet-up. Izuku ditched the hyperactive girls for his visitor.

Walking towards the exit, he saw his girlfriend. She carried a small smile. The woman that stood next to her was nostalgic for Izuku.

Her dark hair with green highlights. The tears coming out of her emerald pupils. That sad smile.

Izuku was about the same height as her, maybe a little bit taller. Over the years, she really became a different person. Back when he was nothing more than a sickly child, her frame was rounded she felt so depressed of his illness. As a result she let go.

That's not what he saw right at the present. The woman that used to look after him. He was able to tell her frame became slim yet lean. The clothes she wore hide it exceptionally but the teen knew.

She was here to get him back.

"Izuku."

The motherly care of her voice. So nostalgic.

"Hey mom."

Her look became one of relief but quickly changed into sorrow. She was glad her son recognized her but sadden of the what he became.

Walking slowly and carelessly towards her only baby-boy. She reached out her arms to grasp the teens face. Cold fingers touching slightly warm cheeks.

Izuku closed his eyes. It's been a couple of years since he last seen his mother. Around ten or nine when she had to leave. Apparently she went off to find peace with herself . Starting out the journey with uncertainty and shaken determination. Now she stands before him. Izuku felt her calloused fingers.

It added to her journey progress.

Still underneath all that love and relief, was resentment. She had left him, when he knew full well that she could have brought him along.

In an instant, Izuku swatted the woman's hands away. He noticed that Inko did not look surprised just sad.

"So you came back to collect me? Or are you just stopping by?"

Putting his empty emotions aside, the teen needed to know. Izuku flashed his eyes towards Toga was surprised by this action. The blonde girl looked past her boyfriends hollow eyes. Their was disdain and sorrow.

"I...Izuku your father he is alive."

Izuku quirked an eyebrow at that.

"What do you mean?"

Inko, put down her arms and looked at her son.

"He is alive but...he wants to meet you."

This came as a shock but Izuku masked it enough. His dad, alive? Didn't mom tell him long ago that he died in an accident overseas? Why now? After all this time? What could he possibly want with him? And how did Inko find him in the first place?! This meet up was only for Toga to inform him about the situation outside. Considering Stain is at Hosu right now killing the fake smalltime heroes.

"He and I know about you. Smear: The Heroic Assassin."

Wow. One thing after another.

Izuku stood cautious. If his mother came back, with a trained body and information about him. This could lead to a fight. Luckily if anything he could just escape through the emergency exit, just a few feet away from him.

He saw his mother shaking uncomfortably. Almost making it unpredictable. The first move, whats it going to be. He did not see any weapons on her, though he can't be sure maybe she had a belt or a holster that is hiding underneath those civilian clothes. Exceptions were low-chance of getting out of this without notice. Currently from where the three were standing they had a small blind spot from the security cameras.

Suddenly she latched onto him. Izuku's body tenses in surprised. His mother was fast, in a split moment she broke through his 'sphere' making him unable to counter with a punch or kick.

Then he heard his own mother, sobbing quietly. The wetness on his shoulder. He became stunned.

"I am sorry I left you! So many things is wrong with me! Please just...find it in your heart to forgive me."

Inko embraces her son. For so long, Izuku held a form of anger and betrayal from his own mother. Now, at this point his mind and body were conflicted. His body heard the call of maternal affection but his mind blocked out the wails of a desperate woman who is trying to make amends.

Looking toward his girlfriend, he had noticed that she left the scene. Leaving a sticky-note.

I'll leave you two alone.

Silently and mentally, he thanked and cursed his blonde lover. Now he had to deal with this by himself but somewhere in his mind, he already knew that.

After a couple of moments of the mother and son standing there. Izuku looked down to see his mother looking back at him.

"I..."

It's been so long since he was lost in his own words and emotions. While it may have proved to be a lot of self-discipline and mental restraint. He choose not to act out violently against his only mother. Deep down he tried to understand. She is just human like he is. Flaws and all. No one is perfect.

"Mom...you ask for forgiveness now when you just came back. It's been five years. Please, give me time to warm up again to you."

Izuku spoke in a solemn yet peaceful tone. He needed to think. So much has happen around these past couple of weeks and even today. The boy definitely needed to let everything sink in.

He made his decisions based on what he desires and instantly reacted too. Izuku didn't think to much of his choices. Yet now, was the first time in a long time he thought over his choice.

Looking at Inko, she was wiping her tears away. Though she was sad, she was also relieved. Her son, who harbored treachery towards her, gave her a chance to redeem herself. Indeed the wounds were old but they didn't stay closed.

"Also, about dad."

Inko focused her attention again.

"Let's talk about him after today is over."

With a nod, Inko walked forward and kissed her son's forehead after five long years of separation and loneliness.