When Izuku had tried emailing Kacchan, who's name was Katsumi in this reality, about what happened in his email looked like a page of erotica involving the two which he swiftly erased. “Why am I saying these things?”
“It's a safety feature.” Lucy disembodied voice said “You get a random autocorrect for your cover-up to prevent you from telling people. You got pervert. I would have gone for retarded babbling but it's a random spin.”
“So I can't tell anyone.” Izuku said more to himself “Ok so I know I have a quirk now and it involves fire. Can you tell me more about it?”
“No.” Lucy said giggling “It's way funnier watching you make an ass of yourself. Byyee.”
Izuku wrote down everything he could think of about his quirk.
1. fire 2. skeleton 3. surviving fatal injury
“Ok I'm 17 and the UA entrance exam is in 10 months.” Izuku began a new page.
That night Izuku had created a workout schedule to maximize his time to study, exercise and practice with his quirk.
Izuku also needed to get a handle on the reality of this...reality.
He started with learning why exactly Kacchan...'No it's Bakugou. It's always been Bakugou.' Bakugou was now a girl!
"Izuku looked around his room and noticed...a blonde female....a very... very familiar female except...he didn't understand who...
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"All Might?!" Izuku said backing against his wall as he looked at a drawing he had done. The first picture of All Might he ever owned.
Izuku turned to look at his figurines. Specifically his Endeavor 1, a priceless collectible due to a fire at the factory (irony)
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Izuku looked at the signatured certificate he kept in a fireproof lockbox. "Congratulations on owning an Ember of the great flame formality known as The Hellfire Hero: Endeavor." The corner was burned just like his from his reality, a spark of Endeavor's beard, which never burned anything out of a flex of his control of his fire.
