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How could he have been such an idiot?
Izuku narrowly avoided slamming into another tree, sidestepping it and slipping on a muddy leaf, sending him crashing to the ground again.
Kacchan was right.
He scrambled up from the mud, almost sending himself down again as he dragged himself up the hill.
The night tried to slow his ascent, the low light making him miss whatever footholds weren't slick with rain. Izuku cursed each and every slippery misstep, making his balance tip and sending him crashing to the ground again. He felt his brain rattle as he ate shit directly against the same tree root he'd just tripped over.
Hell, All Might was right.
Another branch slapped him across the face. Izuku felt welts forming, his ankle was already swollen from a previous fall.
He choked on another coughing fit as it tore itself from his lungs. Dirt clogged his airway and every pore. He didn't want to be there anymore.
“Take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk in your next life!”
Except he couldn't. His cowardice dug its claws into his shoulders, scrabbling and scraping to pull him back.
Izuku stood, clutching the fence on top of the roof, looking down at the ashen notebook that Bakugo tossed out the window.
He was so afraid. His hands began to numb from his white-knuckled grip that glued him to the roof.
He felt another rock tear through his foot. He wouldn't be a coward anymore. It was too much. Everything was too much. It crushed him further into the ground with every step.
He'd hiked through this same forest before, back then he'd been calm. Back then, he used the same cliff to sightsee.
Scraping his body off the forest floor would be such a hassle. Who would find his shattered corpse?
Not to mention his poor mother, forced to identify his body, to pay for the funeral, to be alone.
She could live without him, she had the Bakugos to support her. She wouldn't have to spend money feeding a boy who “wouldn't amount to shit”– as Bakugo would put it– and “had no chance to be a hero”.
Maybe Izuku should have despised All Might for that, but all he could do was gasp and struggle as the air was beaten from his lungs. He tumbled into another thicket, slamming his jaw into a patch of dry grass.
All Might was right after all– he'd have no chance. Of getting into UA, of being a hero.
Quirklessness cursed every step he took, slammed the door to every opportunity life could have granted to him, if only he wasn't so powerless.
Izuku swallowed something that tore up his throat. A tooth? His jaw felt broken.
He hacked out a foamy pink glob onto the forest floor.
His mom cried when he asked if he could be a hero.
Izuku's gakuran was shredded, his shoes left on the school roof.
His green hair, now slick and brown from his desperate dash though the forest, stuck to his forehead and neck.
This felt better. He could still get a quirk.
He could still be a hero.
Just not as Izuku.
Izuku stood, looming over the edge of the cliff.
It wasn't far from the creek Kacchan and he used to play in as kids.
Maybe he should call him Bakugo now? Izuku was deluding himself if he believed the two were still close enough to use Kacchan.
The cliff had a steep cut-off, dropping directly down, though the canopy of trees hid exactly how far the fall was.
He didn't think the explosive boy would miss him. What's a quirkless kid but a blip in the life of one Katsuki Bakugo?
Nothing, he knew that much. “Deku” meant useless, after all.
Izuku looked down, it was pitch black. Apprehension bubbled in his gut, forcing the rational part of his brain to take a step back.
No, he needed this. Why step away?
Turns out the step back was literal, Izuku put all his weight backwards. He couldn't leave his mom! What was he thinking? He was being an idiot again!
All his weight went straight onto another stone, ripping through the sole of his foot.
Stupid.
He drew his knee up, nursing his injured foot, quick enough to send him barreling forward.
So fucking stupid.
Izuku's knee-jerk reaction sent all his weight sprawling directly off the cliff.
He felt the exact moment his mistake turned into a freefall, the weightless sensation lasting a second before the horror and dread drove his stomach to leap into his throat.
‘Oh well,’ Izuku thought as he tumbled down into the darkness.
The pain kept him awake as his fear tried to force him out of consciousness, and when the pain became too much, his fear forced him awake.
Did he fall? Or was he still falling?
Was it always this dark in the forest?
His tunnel vision told him, probably not.
Izuku laid at the bottom of the cliff, looking upwards through the canopy, at what he could see of the night sky.
He didn't remember falling, the pain hadn’t kept him as awake as he thought.
The mud around him helped cushion his head against the rocks that sent a bone-deep rattle through his nerves.
He stared up at the stars, the sky was clear, even though it was raining. When did it start raining? His face felt wet, so did the back of his head, and the rocks.
It didn't hurt anymore, he realized with a shallow sense of surprise. Nothing did.
His legs didn't hurt in the least, in fact, he couldn't feel them at all.
But it did hurt, he was dying.
It was nice, nothing hurt anymore.
No, no, help him, please it hurts so bad.
The leaves above him blocked out more of the sky than he remembered. All that was left were a handful of glittering stars, directly above him, getting further and further from him by the second.
He's hurting, can't you see that? He's dying, you have to help him, the darkness is swallowing him, you have to help.
Nothing hurt anymore, the welts across his face felt lighter, his feet didn't feel anything anymore.
But Izuku's head felt worse than it had ever been.
It hurts.
Oh god.
‘Oh.’
Izuku's vision swayed as the stars blinked from existence. It was pitch black on the forest floor.
‘I'm going to die,’ the slick cushion of brain and blood oozed from the back of his head.
His breath stuttered wetly, it was raining again, more tears slipped down his cheeks. Izuku tried to cough out the liquid that he felt rise in his lungs and throat.
His temples throbbed the second he tried to crane his neck and get rid of the bile and blood that choked him.
‘Oh no,’ he couldn't feel his legs. His back felt weird, fuzzy prickles of pain centering around his spine.
He didn't really want to die, he just wanted it all to stop.
Won't you help him?
His body was angled strangely, another rock smeared with the scarlet that spread around him.
More tears ran down his face.
He just wanted friends.
Kacchan won't miss him.
He wanted a quirk.
The world will turn anyway.
And, ha, worst of all..
Izuku blinked even though his vision had already faded, the only thing left for him was the rustle of wind forcing the trees to jeer at him in his last moments.
‘I wish I could have been a hero.’
———
Izuku tried patting the dried mud off his gakuran, he really did.
He couldn't remember where he left his school bag, or his notebook, or, most pressingly, his shoes.
The green and brown below him felt muted more than anything, even as sharp sticks crackled under foot. It tore up the soles of his feet, shredding and bleeding him out across the ground.
But, seriously, his gakuran had never looked worse. The pants hung in tatters around his ankles, not to mention his poor shirt, the back had been completely scraped to shreds. The dirt he couldn't scrape off made him feel heavier than ever.
Izuku couldn’t do anything about the dried blood around– well, everywhere. The white collar of his uniform was unsalvageable, so he’d just torn it off, leaving it back at the base of the cliff.
What a thrill, really!
He must look like such a hooligan, coming out of the forest barefoot– oh, and it was light out, too! Was he skipping school? How did he even feel about that?
Izuku hadn’t skipped school before, but the thought made him smile. The grin rubbed off on his opinion of missing class, a bubbling joy beginning to warm his newly-hollow chest.
Waking up had been the most confusing part of his walk through the forest. He felt too alive to lay back down and die, so he'd picked himself up with an embarrassed chuckle. Not a soul around heard him giggling to himself, thankfully.
Since his suicide attempt failed, he decided to just walk back home. He worried his mom enough by lying about the bullying that definitely wasn't happening at school.
It was nice, though. The forest in the morning was so beautiful, it felt like a nice scenic route. He felt like a newborn, seeing the world for the first time.
After a long while of walking, his bare feet finally made contact with concrete. It scraped up against the rocks embedded in his feet, so he shook the stones out.
Whenever he stepped, he left an imprint of his foot behind in blood. It didn’t hurt though, it was nice, it really didn’t even hurt.
Oh, his mom! He was going home, right.
Izuku really loved his mom, her name was Inko and they had the same last name and she was the best at everything! She even made his favorite dinner when he was sad. What was it? Katsuki? No, katsudon, right! He liked that, although it’s a shame he couldn’t remember the taste.
Was he rambling? It was exhilarating, it made his heart– did he have a heart?– thunder in his chest. All the happiness in the world felt like it was made for him as it bubbled inside his corpse like a boiling pot of water.
He closed his eyes as he walked, trying to imagine the pork against his taste buds.
It was a fruitless effort as the most he could come up with was the tanginess of salt, but even the imaginary salt tasted better than ever.
Izuku paced down the sidewalk, trying to grasp the flavor for a bit until slowing to a stop.
He looked behind, watching as the bloody footprints he'd left behind slowly tapered off with each step, until stopping altogether.
He looked down and pressed his foot against the concrete, only to frown as the concrete came back clean after he lifted his foot.
Disappointment burrowed underneath his skin. Izuku almost missed the blood, each step he took now would be without his friend trailing behind, their smeared footprints as proof of existence.
He tapped along his thigh, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up and around him.
The buildings and streets had names he couldn't quite make out, the most individuality the town had seemed to be different shades of grey, making it very confusing and hard to find one's way, especially Izuku's.
A rise of loneliness struck him, he wished his following friend would have helped him home.
Izuku's tapping turned into a soft rhythm as he looked backwards to where he came from and then to where he thought home was. He began walking to the quick-paced beat, noting each building as he walked past, feeling out for any sense of familiarity.
The buildings looked the same, grey and greyer, towering above him like a silent threat.
Izuku drummed his fingers along his thigh as he walked, skipping slightly and humming as he went. The further he walked, the more familiar the grey became, color beginning to fade into view.
“You'll make a great body suit.”
He stopped walking and turned towards the voice.
The sleaziness of the voice held him in a cold, slimy grip, freezing him in place. It sent prickles up and down his spine, making his hair stand on end.
Izuku followed the gooey-sounding voice until a crackling explosion went off, heat flashing across his face as the voice oozed from the alley in pursuit of the kid with fireworks blazing from his palms.
“Ooh, and a powerful quirk, too. Perfect.”
The blond boy made it all of eight meters before the slime was on top of him.
“Stop squirming, it'll make it easier if you give up now, kid.”
Izuku stood, motionless and frozen as the boy became enveloped in the goopy villain, the sickening green acting as a unit to restrain the blond.
Izuku felt his legs wobble beneath him and his lungs squeeze. The stench of the villain left behind was overpowering, and so, so chokingly familiar.
In his daze, Izuku hardly noticed as a crowd grew around him. His eyes only locked on the boy and the villain that strained to possess him.
The people around him cried out, screaming for help, for someone to help this poor boy. He needed help, was there a hero around?
Izuku didn't know, was there?
I wish I could've been a hero.
What was a hero anyways?
The commotion around him only amplified with each passing moment.
Chatter from the crowd muddled his thoughts as he squinted at the boy. More than the villain, he looked familiar.
Heroes arrived on scene, drawing Izuku's eye. He felt a sensation prickle through him once again, his finger twitching with the need to do something. Each and every one, the second Izuku glanced at them, a flood of knowledge he had no possible way to know flooded his head.
Izuku felt his chest squeeze and hollow with every passing breath he took that the blond couldn't.
He was right. Who was?
A hero came up to him, stoic and calm-looking for the situation he was in, “Kid, back up, we don't need any more casualties than we've already got.” That's right, this was Death Arms. It made sense he was on crowd control duty, his quirk wasn't very suited for fighting a liquid mutation, and the caution tape across his helmet and gauntlets made him a natural human barrier.
Izuku felt the twitch of his fingers again, he knew this hero.
‘Strengthening quirk’, something in the furthest reaches of his head scratched the itch of curiosity that grew as he surveyed the man’s uniform, ‘limited to the arms, hence the name.’
“I said, back it up,” Death Arms implored, glare hardening on Izuku's small form.
Another devastating explosion sounded off from behind the hero.
Kacchan was right.
Izuku craned his neck to see around the bulky hero.
That was Kacchan.
Ice poured from his spine, sending shockwaves through his entire body. The blond kid choking on sludge, struggling and fighting, was that Kacchan.
He fired off blast after blast, each dimmer than the last. Desperation was clear as he kicked and flailed as the villain forced more of itself down his throat.
Swandive. Izuku’s eyes stung, he did what he was supposed to, and he knew the heroes were supposed to help.
But, would it be a tragedy if the bully died?
He looked at the battle before him. How scary really was death? Izuku already died, so why did Bakugo look so scared of it?
Death Arms was probably right, they didn't need another casualty on scene. But how could he have known Izuku was already dead? Was Kacchan set to be the next corpse?
The blond boy gave a last desperate flail, an explosion placed just right enough to turn his head out and breathe.
Izuku stared at the boy. Kacchan stared back.
The sludge covered the violent boy’s mouth, wrenching him back and further into the slime, but his red eyes burned into Izuku's retinas as fear clogged the usual fire the glare held.
Fear soaked up the blaze. Izuku felt his head throb with a blunted cold.
Kacchan, no, the Bakugo Katsuki was afraid?
The sounds of the struggle faded to the back of his mind as sparks began to emerge, flickering into view around Izuku.
He was afraid of dying, like he should be.
An abyssal black covered what was a city block as Izuku's focus left him. The dull cold trickled down his spine, leaving his fingertips twitching to move.
But Izuku wasn’t afraid.
“KACCHAN!” Izuku felt his lungs practically burst with how loud he screamed, but even the echo became swallowed beneath the dark sky.
Yellow bloomed to his left, blocky and brawny. A bold glow that tried to push him back.
When Izuku looked at the suspended flaming something, he could feel it shrink back beneath his stare, as if merely looking at it was a line he shouldn't have crossed.
One by one, the souls flickered to life in his vision. The crowd, packed with more light than he'd ever seen, and before him..
A bright, blazing, explosion of light.
Kacchan. His brain supplied the name to the soul, not that he’d need it to recognize the boy. Izuku felt the tug before he knew he was reaching towards it.
He wondered faintly where the battle had gone as he began to wade through the sudden expanse of black, towards the brightest light he could find.
It was so warm. Kacchan's own miniature sun that bursted from his chest and put all others to shame. He wanted to touch it and share its warmth, it was so dark and cold under the canopy.
He strained against his own sense to reach further, but just like the other soul– Death Arms was the owner, he realized– it shrank back under his gaze.
Was it scared of him? It shouldn't be, he just wanted to feel a bit of the warmth that radiated from its flame-like body. It had enough to spare..
If he could.. just touch it.. once was all he needed.
Drip..
But Kacchan was so, so scared.
The soul– the boy’s quirk– Kacchan, wavered as the tip of Izuku’s finger ghosted along the outer shimmer.
Drip..
Izuku hardly noticed the gooey green soul that had wrapped itself around the burning that was Kacchan. With every oozing dribble of sludge that tried to staunch the flames, another blast of heat would explode from the soul, trying to burn away the intruder.
The slimy soul stiffened as Izuku looked at it, recoiling from the blaze enough for the green boy to know it felt as he observed it.
Souls didn't like to be watched.
He blinked and he was back.
“KID, GET OUT OF THERE!”
The crowd had grown since he last saw it. The heroes, despite also growing in number, didn't do anything but shout and beckon him to return to the sidelines.
He heard them calling, trying to get him to turn and run as he reached toward the villain and its hostage.
Izuku felt the heat of another explosion singe bits of his hair with how close he'd gotten to the struggle.
He met the boy's eyes for a second, long enough for Kacchan to see him. His eyes widened like he'd seen a ghost.
A huge blast of light rocked the street, sending shockwaves that tried to blow him back.
To most, it looked like the blond kid had gained his second wind, firing off bigger, flashier explosions as the slime tried to retreat.
Every blast he fired reminded Izuku of the bright soul being slowly drained by the slime.
The moment he’d looked at the two, they’d frozen like prey animals, waiting for him to move on, as if playing dead would be enough to throw him off their scent.
And the only thing he could smell was the horrible stench of sewage that had once wrapped his lungs as it did Kacchan’s.
Izuku shared gazes with the villain, long enough for its untethered eyes to widen– if they could.
“Hey there, I remember you!” Its near-disembodied grin split whatever Izuku could make out of its face in two, “Jealous you won’t be my next fashion statement, little guy?”
Izuku could still see the oozing soul in the back of his mind, how it wrapped and shoved and twisted, trying to wring the life from the blazing soul in its hold.
He tried to respond but couldn’t find the words to retort, instead staying quiet and reaching.
The goading the villain tried to provoke Izuku with was just enough to let the blond free of the slime’s grasp for a moment, the blond thrusting his head out and gasping for air, a sheen of sweat over his face being wiped and gathered on his palms to fire off more explosions in a desperate escape attempt.
Izuku’s arm was almost there, he could feel his finger pads a hair’s width away from the slime that made up the villain’s body.
Almost as soon as Kacchan blasted himself free, did Izuku touch the slime.
The villain went shock-still for a moment before his eyes bulged at an odd angle. Izuku heard the whines of its teeth cracking under pressure as it shut its jaw forcefully enough to shatter its molars.
It recoiled as much as it could, shrinking back as much as it could, “Hey, hey, kid! I don't know what wacko shit you're tryin’-” the villain choked on its own body as it tried to slink further back.
The slime under his grasp vibrated as it tried to pull away.
Izuku’s entire hand plunged through the slime before he reeled it back as the villain's eyes became glassy and dull.
A hand closed around the wrist he’d thrust into the sludge and yanked him back violently enough for Izuku to feel his shoulder shriek at the tug.
“FEAR NOT, YOUNG MAN!” The loud voice boomed, its owner stepping before Izuku to shield him from the rapidly retreating sludge villain, who was very clearly dazed and halfway between escaping and dissolving into a puddle.
The entire world held its breath after the familiar hero turned its back to Izuku. He held his breath with the world. Sunlight turned the man's hair golden and shiny, the two antennae-like strands of hair growing from his head.
Izuku stumbled back another step, ice in his veins and a warmth rising into his chest, replacing his thundering heart with a silent astonishment.
Izuku could recall the amazement he’d felt back then, the debut video on repeat, the priceless amount of merch in his room, all the way until the shriveled man on the roof.
All Might reeled his fist back, “SMASH!!!”
The very atmosphere bent to the hero’s strength, tumbling in on itself to blast the villain away from him. The force of the shockwave nearly carried Izuku off his feet, if not for the crushing grip the man had around his wrist.
Izuku’s head rattled from the intensity of the air pressure around him changing, his stomach leaping into his throat, choking him as his ears popped painfully. The sludge villain was instantly pancaked against the nearest building.The videos Izuku watched as a four year old could never hope to amount to the real thing.
All Might turned his head, his signature grin intact. Izuku felt his nerves fray at the look, caught in the hero’s grip, where one wrong move could have him crushed.. No, he figured the hero wouldn’t do that.
Izuku felt something slide down his face and in his stupor, almost thought he’d started weeping in All Might’s very presence, until he heard shouts from the crowd.
“Holy shit, did you see that?!”
“His punch changed the weather!”
“Did you see how the villain froze up the second All Might arrived? Now that’s how you know heroes are doing their job!”
Izuku felt another drop of rain staunch any semblance of hope as the hero’s grip remained tight around his wrist.
“Excuse me,” a grumbling voice made him turn his head, though Izuku felt his neck creak as it did, “what in the world did you think you were doing?”
Izuku felt his stomach twist into knots as he came eye-to-eye with Kamui Woods, Death Arms right beside him. The two heroes seemed to ignore the number one hero that still held the plain-looking boy in his grasp, which he could tell made the giant man fidgety– even his pulse spiked from where Izuku could feel it against his arm.
A bout of anxiety washed over Izuku as every memory of his stuttering habit seemed to crash into him at once, “O- oh, well, M- Mr. Woods, Mr.. Mr. Arms- I am so so sorry about that, I didn't even really mean to you know- no, sorry, I didn’t mean that, can I- uhm , sorry could I start over?”
Both heroes let out a long-suffering sigh at that. Izuku might have thought it was funny if both weren’t very obviously pissed and if the in-sync sigh wasn’t aimed at him. He even felt All Might stiffen, oh god- was his literal hero cringing in embarrassment because of him?!
Izuku’s entire face flushed a bright red and he ducked his head in a deep bow to the two heroes before him, “I’M SO SORRY, IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!”
At the end of his restated apology, he could feel both heroes' glares affixed on his bushy excuse for hair. Actual, real tears built up in his eyes this time, not a trick of the weather.
He remained bowed for a second, his awkwardness rubbing off on the heroes around him. A large hand slammed down against his back, making him lose his balance, stumbling forward a bit before catching himself with a desperate windmilling of his arms.
A deep-throated chuckle came from behind, “You’re forgiven, young man.”
Izuku whirled, looking up at All Might with wide eyes. He tried to sputter out his doubt, only to be met with a large hand being clamped over his mouth.
“You two wouldn't mind him and I having a little talk, would you?” All Might pointedly asked the other two, his blue eyes flashing in a way that seemed pleading, but mixed with his unchanging smile translated as threatening in Izuku's mind, especially since the number one hero's hand also clamped over his nose, restricting his oxygen flow. (Inwardly, he realized he didn't actually need to breathe, but the thought spooked him more than the hand clamping over his face).
In his stupor, he briefly met eyes with Kacchan as the blond wobbled his way into an ambulance.
The boy's eyes glazed over as they made eye contact, he had the same expression as a car crash victim. He looked away.
Above Izuku's head, Death Arms gave All Might a pinched look, resulting in a quiet stare down between the two. Though the white-haired hero was intimidating in his own right, All Might's gigantic frame still dwarfed the man, making it a funny scene between the two heroes.
It ended up being Kamui who ended the standoff, putting an arm out between them, “Let him. Even if we could say no, it's less paperwork for you, D.A.”
All Might's grin grew as he dragged Izuku away, releasing the boy's airway as he went. Somewhere behind him, he could hear Death Arms raging about the nickname the wooden hero called him (as well as Woods pushing all the paperwork on him).
“Forgive me for pulling you away so quickly, young man,” All Might’s grip on his wrist shifted to his back, giving him a softer pat as they crept away from prying eyes.. Which happened to just be an empty street a few blocks away.
“It’s fine! I mean- haha, you’re-...” Izuku stuttered through a thought that quickly became incomprehensible, even to himself. All Might stopped walking, making him pause as well, “..sorry, what did you want to talk to me about..?”
The large man turned, laying a hand on his shoulder. Izuku swallowed nervously, meeting the man’s eyes in the most horribly intense moment of eye contact Izuku ever had.
All Might choked, catching the blood that was about to spray from his mouth in a cupped hand before deflating in a puff of smoke.
“A- ALL MIGHT!!?” Izuku’s eyes bugged out in shock at the suddenness of the transformation. He'd known since he'd grappled himself onto All Might's leg and had his dreams crushed like a pancake.
“A quirkless hero.. you'd be a burden. Police work is a noble profession, too, young man.”
Although his bulk had been lost, the gaunt All Might was actually far more imposing than his muscled counterpart, Izuku decided, noting how he kept his height even when weakened.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Izuku wondered if he was allowed to see this.
All Might, seeming to sense Izuku's discomfort, lowered his head with a sheepish look, “My boy.. the reason I brought you aside,” he almost grimaced at the gentle tone of All Might's voice, “is to apologize.”
Izuku felt whatever remained of his soul leave his body. On one hand, his legs buckled beneath him and on the other, a warm hope rose in his chest, “A- apologize..?”
“Izuku Midoriya, was it?” The tall man scratched the back of his neck before crouching down to Izuku's height, “Young Midoriya.. that day on the roof, what I said to you.. it was cruel.”
Izuku felt his head spin, why was All Might talking about that? He was, wasn't he going to scold Izuku for getting involved with a villain fight? He kept his worries close to his chest as the hero continued.
“I'm sorry, my boy,” All Might's serious expression sent a shiver up his spine.
Izuku wasn't sure if it was still raining or if he'd started crying, but from the avoidant expression the man adopted, he assumed it was tears that rolled down his cheeks.
All Might coughed awkwardly into his fist, blood spewing from his mouth, “A- Ahem, now that that's out of the way!”
Izuku stiffened, ready to be scolded.
“Your bravery sure is something else, my boy!” The tall man chuckled, “charging straight onto the scene like that was reckless, you have more spine than most kids your age.”
All Might patted his shoulder again, his giant hand eclipsing almost the entirety of Izuku's upper arm, “When I said you couldn't be a hero, I was wrong.”
“Young Midoriya,” All Might held his hand out to Izuku, “you can be a hero.”
The green-haired boy stood in a stunned silence for a moment before taking the offered hand. All Might looked so serious, but the one thing making Izuku's hand twitch back in something akin to apprehension..
“But you said-..” Izuku stared up at the hero, “without a quirk..?”
That made All Might grin, “That, my boy, we can do something about.”
“We?!” Izuku felt himself squeak before he could stop it. He probably should have focused on the attaining a quirk, rather than working with the All Might.
“Young Midoriya, would you do me the honor of becoming my successor?”
Izuku felt his emotions reach a boiling point as astonishment and joy exploded like fireworks in his brain.
A grin split his face, his eyes filling with tears.
“YES PLEASE, MR. ALL MIGHT, SIR!!”