MHA : Venom

And that it was.

As it turned out, having superhuman strength didn't translate to instantly using it well.

He tried long jumps time and again, and he kept stumbling the landing if the jump was any more than 3 meters(He discovered his longest jump was 9,7 meters).

When he tried to lift the various pieces of metal, he had a nasty tendency to accidentally break them, leading to such things as accidentally caving in a refrigerator's walls when he was trying to throw it, and getting hit in the head with the fridge.

Subsequently, he'd also discovered that he was pretty durable now.

After about 4 hours of testing, he had some idea of what he could do.

Strength.

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He could lift several hundred kilos at least. There was a definite limit though, as he'd failed to move the cars. Also, he didn't have any way to actually measure the weights of these things. Rather unprecise measurement.

Jumping.

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The longest jump was 9,7 meters running, 7 standing. 3 meters was his current limit for how long he'd jump before he fell upon landing. He needed to work on that.

Throwing.

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He'd thrown a microwave from one side of the beach to the other. He'd been too afraid of accidentally chucking something all the way to the other beach to try surpassing the throw.

Running.

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He only needed 9 seconds to do a 100 meters dash. As he'd discovered, he moved faster by jumping, but without being able to land on his feet, it wasn't a realistic alternative for movement.

Also, he'd had to accept his measuring of speed was probably a bit off, given he had had to measure himself with an app. He'd tried to get the quirk to do it, but that had just been a doomed prospect from the start.

Durability.

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He hadn't really tested this as much as he could have. But he had accidentally dropped a fridge on his own face, that had made him fall backward and it landing on his chest/head. It would most definitely have broken his neck if he didn't have enhanced durability. It had easily been the most worrying moment of the day, as he'd expected horrible pain, but only got a headache(That faded after about 20 minutes) after he pushed it off of himself.

Healing powers.

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The only thing he hadn't put to the test was his ability to heal himself. He was not all that eager to push put the limits of his healing powers to the test, especially not given he didn't know how far those limits could be pushed before it was too much.

However, he had some idea from the events of yesterday. It had healed up his broken arm, as well as all his bruises from getting beat up from Katsuki. It had also fixed up everywhere katsuki has hit him with his explosions. He'd been burned pretty badly by those, though it had ended at being singed and burns.

Lots of burns, but still only burns. It could have been much, much worse.

For a moment, he had wondered if it would manage to heal him if he had had actual chunks blown out of his flesh.

After that pleasant image, he had tried not to think more about it. As a hypothetical, it was a situation to avoid anyway. If he was ever in a situation where he had to put it to the test, he would have failed anyway.

The quirk itself had over the course of the day been showing various levels of emotions, ranging from confusion, to amusement, to worry, to boredom.

Now, at the end of his tests, he sat down on the front of a car and scribbled down more information in his notebook. Both important and smaller things.

He needed a full, and detailed description of every single aspect of his quirk. From it's limit to how it acted throughout the day. He'd made a journal section exclusively for that latter one, to document every single time it communicated with him.

-Now that we're done and I'm just writing, it's just bored. My attempts at Smalltalk has been rather… Lacking in results. It still seems like it only understands what I'm saying half of the time. End of training session.

He closed the book. And put it in the plastic bag he'd used to carry measuring tape, pens, and his book. He'd thankfully not needed to go out and buy a stopwatch, as his phone had served just fine with an app.

As he got back on his feet, his new companion slithered up and fused itself with his shirt, staining it black.

That had some potential for stealth, but the fact it only came in black limited its practical use by quite a bit.

One final part remained before he headed home.

He'd had the idea while coming across an old door he'd found on the beach. It was old, and not exactly clean… But it was also whole, and he could probably make some changes to make it so that it fit the door frame back home.

Mom hadn't been angry about it, but he knew they couldn't afford to actually properly replace it, so either they got creative, or they went without a door to the bathroom. And given he felt really bad about destroying it, he'd decided to fix it. After all, how hard could it be?

So, before he left, he went back to the door, and effortlessly lifted it over his head like he was lifting a book.

God this was going to take some time getting used to.

Getting used to it.

This was his new normal now. He was normal now. Not some a genetic throwback to an earlier age.

That brought tears to his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away, having no problem keeping the heavy door aloft with one hand.

There were still tons of things he didn't know. He didn't really understand the events that had happened the first time he was at this beach, he had no idea how he would handle returning to school after this(How would everyone react?), and he still had no idea how to really communicate with the quirk.

However, at that moment he didn't really care. He felt… At peace with himself for the first time in so, so long. God, it was an amazing feeling. To be whole.

As he began walking up the steps to exit the beach, he quickly went over plans for the day.

Once he had carried back this door home, he'd need to go out and buy new schoolbooks. Also a bag. And food. It would need to be cheap.

Once he had done that, he'd need to go home and work on this door, and after that, he needed to figure out how he would do training going forward.

As he walked away from the beach, the door still aloft over his head, he passed a blonde, sickly-looking man, with incredibly sunken in eyes, and limbs so thin and lanky he looked like a skeleton. The man was riding a swegway of rather high quality, and Izuku thought he seemed familiar, but he couldn't place him.

Two hours later, while browsing an article about All Might saving a teenager from a Villain, he would realize that the man was Toshinori Yagi, All Might's manager. He'd seen him in plenty of articles over the years, but some time ago, the man had suffered an injury which had drastically altered his appearance. Izuku had completely failed to recognize him.

Behind Toshinori, jogged a brown-haired teenage girl his own age, wearing bandaged wrappings around her hands, as well as training jeans and jacket.

Izuku flushed a bit, but the girl didn't try to speak to him, so he managed his composure just fine.

Had Izuku decided to make this beach filled with trash his training spot, he might have befriended these two people that April and his life may have taken a very different course. He did not, however, and it would some time before he saw these two again.

Such was the way of fate and destiny.

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