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Hello everyone. It’s me again Light He’arth/Xarazechi with a new story that was requested by someone. Welcome the requester and my new friend and cowriter, JoySeeker101/Tremor230.

Joy: I was surprised to know this story was worthy of a reaction fic, but then a common friend introduced me to Light and I was proven wrong XD, I only hope they were gentle in talking him into indulging me! Thank you all for reading this as well!

Hey, it’s a good story, funny as well. Oh, for those who are wondering what the story is called, Izuku the Reincarnated Chef: Or "How I came back from a Isekai and still can't have a quiet life!"

Joy: I know it’s a mouthful of a name…but at the time it sounded like a good idea! XD

Have you seen the titles for Isekai titles…? This is tame to most…

Joy: Eeeeh! Fair enough!

Well, we should get started and get the cast. So, would you like to do the disclaimer?

Joy: Of course! Nor me, nor Light own the rights to Toriko, My Hero Academia or Gourmet of Another World. This story is just a small little project of two friends fooling around! Please follow and support the original authors!

Wait? I thought this was a Toriko crossover at most?

Joy: Actually this is a Three-way (Oh, my!) between MHA, Toriko and a Chinese Novel. Let’s say that the Chinese novel gives the spark, the rest is all Toriko and MHA XD

Huh… You ever read the Korean Comic, “The Gamer”? I always thought you took inspiration from that?

Joy: Not yet! but I plan to! Especially now that you mentioned the similarities.

I think you’ll like it. Anyways, onto the story.

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Chapter 1: Welcome to “Cooking Show with Light, Xara and Joy”!

In a multi-colored void, three beings were floating around. One was an angel looking being, all in white, skin, clothes and hair, apart from the red bandana around his eyes. Another was a blond-haired man and a black coat. The third one was the oddball of the trio: a Floating blue eye with a checkered bowler hat and a pair of floating gloves under it acting as hands.

“This work for the building location?” the angel asked his two companions, the one who brought them there.

“I hear the beat, and it’s good,” the blond stated.

“How Quaint! It’s been a while since we did it in a proper theater! Amazing.” the floating eye admitted, giggling.

The angel smirked a bit. “To tell you the truth, this is my first time doing something like this. Always wanted to though.”

The blond nodded, still listening to a tune he could only hear. “Yeah, this is the first story request we got to make people react. Thanks again mate.”

”I am the Seeker of Joy! I LIVE for Entertainment! Especially when I am the one entertained!” the Eye admitted, seemingly unable to do anything besides giggling in amusement.

“I am a recorded keeper of the multiverse, so this will be a new recording for me,” the angel stated.

“And I’m just a world jumping being wanting to hear new sounds and music,” the blond stated. “This will be a great tune to hear.”

“So what are we thinking or the theater?” the angel asked them. “I’m thinking of a classic 1900’s look.”

“Red Chairs! We MUST put red chairs! And A big chandelier! And…” the eye started rambling at a high pitch, too taken by wild and flamboyant choices to notice the world around it.

The blond added in. “We need modern surround sound to get a clear hearing of everything, the chairs stay classic, but have all the comfort of modern ones, and HD projector.”

“I am okay with that!” the Eye conceded.

“We can’t forget about food,” the angel added. “I maybe able to eat just rocks, but I don’t think you two would want that, would you, or the others.”

“No way,” the blond stated.

“I eat just about anything…See?” the Eye answered, opening like a mouth in the middle for the others’ disgust.

Or would if they hadn’t seen weirder. “Not that scary,” the blond stated.

“Aaaaw…Pooo! You are no fuuuun!”

“Have you seen the multiverse?” the angel asked. “That isn’t even top 1,000,000.”

“I am an eye, Seeing is all I do! And I am no good with scares, I deal in laughter! MINE! Yahahahaha!”

The blond just rolled his eyes. “Anywaaaays, Light.”

The angel, now as Light, summoned a magic circle and then the theater they thought of started forming around them, all necessities and living areas included.

“I always loved that trick of yours! The right balance of theatrics and simplicity!” the Eye admitted, clapping a little.

The blond nodded in agreement. “He is a realm crater and keeper after all, Joy. This isn’t too big for him.”

“Oooh! Let me praise him, Goldilocks! Praises are not poisonous! Yahahahahaha!” The now named Joy stated, laughing at the end.

“I told you my name is Xarazech, not Goldilocks! Get it right!” he roars at the eye.

“Potato- Potato . Same thing, Xara.”

Xara was so tempted to summon a guitar and pound it on the eyeball. Light chucked at their antics. “So, we decided on who we’re bringing, besides the most common choices, of course.”

“I was thinking of a few Pros, Mirko and Ryuko the most prominent, along with Mt. Lady, Deatharms and Kamui Woods,” Xara satiated. He then looked to Joy. “You poolball?”

“The Pool ball says Zaus, Setsuno and Knocking Master Jirou to be added…Is it a possible choice?”

“I could make it so that the spirits in Izuku can be seen and heard,” Light stated. “Izuku will still be able to use their powers too. I’ll just have to wake this version of Izuku’s Zaus.”

“Uuuh! Yes! Yes! Yes! I like that!” Joy clapped happily at that.

“Also Joy, Classes 1-A, 1-B, The Big 3, Mei, Hitoshi, and the staff were all in cluded,” Light told him.

“So many! Do we have enough seats?! Oh, Gods, what if we run out of popcorns?!”

The two gave a flat look. “We’re interdimensional beings, we can just summon food for them…” they stated flatly.

“At least I worry about it, you people forget to breathe just because you can! Details are FUNDAMENTAL!”

“We do remember those details,” Light started. “Now, let’s get the guest, shall we?” He then summons another circle, and multiple people fall on the floor, yelping or screaming.

Xara looked at Light with a deadpan. “Did you have to do it that way…?”

Light gave a small smirk. “I have no idea what you’re talking about~”

“Hey! At least they survived the fall this time! Did Light ever tell you of that time back in…What universe was it?”

“Uh, this is my first time doing this sort of thing, Joy,” Light stated.

“...Damnit…Past and Present and Future are so hard! I HATE living outside Time…” Joy muttered, displeased.

“Right, you’re part Love Craft,” Xara stated.

“Part Love Craft, and part FUN CRAFT! Yahahahaha!”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” shouted a spike blond haired boy shouted in rage, throwing his classmates off him.

“And it looks like the exploding pomeranian is up first,” Xara stated flatly, cleaning his ear out from his shouting..

“He is always so noisy! I saw over 2 billion versions of him, and they are all the same…” Joy confirmed, grimacing.

“2 trillion, and some are different but all shout loudly,” Light stated.

“Show-off…” the eye muttered, somehow going half-lidded.

Said exploding pomeranian eye started twitching in irritation. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU CALL ME!!!??”

“A tryhard.” the Eye answered.

“Why you-” the exploding pomeranian started, starting to grind his teeth in anger till some stopped him by calling out-

“Bakugo, enough,” came a tired voice from a man who looked as tired as he sounded. Said man then looked at the three, eyes glowing red.”As for you three, who are you and why are we here…?” The other started to get up.

“Eye-drops? I have mine! they come in five gallons now!” Joy offered.

The man blinked in confusion, stopping his powers. “What…?”

Just then, Kamui Woods tried to intangible them with his powers… but he couldn't. “What the!?”

“Oh! Rude! You can’t hug three Multi-dimensional beings just like that! Take us to dinner first!”

“Man, I’m hungry,” a blue-haired man, in orange, stated, getting up. “Where’s some food I can eat?”

“Toriko-san…We just dropped from a hole on the floor, maybe we should leave food for later…” the short, scrawny boy with the blue-haired man, known as Toriko, muttered in apprehension.

“Who the hell are you people?” a man in blue with what looked like support pillars asked. “Villains?”

“W-W-We are not Villains! I am Chef Komatsu from Gourmet Hotel and he is Toriko, one of the Heavenly Kings ! If ever, we are Heroes!”

“Yeah, pretty much!” Toriko answered, smirking wide.

“So you two are vigalanies then,” another pro, a tall man in a suit with glass and a long neck stated.

“Uuh…I have an Ingredient Hunting License? Where is it…” Toriko answered, rummaging in his pockets.

“Here, Toriko-san.” Komatsu answered, taking out from his wallet his and Toriko’s permits.

“The hell is an Ingredient Hunting License?” a man in excavator parts asked. “That’s not a Pro Hero’s Licence.”

“What’s with all the ract,” some elderly people from both worlds asked. These voices made some of the guests freeze in fear of them.

“JIRO-SAN! YOU ARE ALIVE!” Komatsu shrieked.

“Eeh, not really!” the old drunkard answered while flicking the halo on top of his head.

“G-G-Grand Torino Sensei…” a tall skinny man and a green haired boy stated in fear. “W-W-Why are you here!?”

“If I knew, I would say it, you morons! I was just there, chilling with Nana and then here I am! What have you two done this time?!”

“Wait, Master is here!? How!?” the tall blond asked in shock.

“Ahem!” Light coughed, getting everyone’s attention.

“Eyes on the Eye, the Angel and Goldilocks! We are the Hosts here!”

“I’m a Nobody you damn pool ball, get it right!” Xara shouted at the eye again.

“A Man’s Nobody is an Eye’s goldilocks, c’est la vie!”

Xara summoned a Guitar with the Nobody symbol on it, and smacked him over, making everyone sweatdrop at the three’s actions.

“I bounce! I didn’t know I could bounce! Awesome! Weeeeeee!”

“Anyone else getting a “Three Stooges” vibe from them…?” a blond with a lightning bolt asked.

“Try Living since before the Universe came to be, then we’ll see if you don’t look for Fun in every wrinkle of reality to escape insanity…” Joy answered.

“Uh…” a man in leather and had a speaker around his neck started getting the three beings' attention. “That explanation you wanted to tell us.”

Light nodded. “Right, Joy, you want to explain to our guest? I’ve always been bad at explaining at times.”

“Me? fair enough…” the floating Eye answered, clearing his voice.

“My name is Joy. There are Light He’aeth and Xarazechi. I am a Joy Seeker and an Observer. Basically I scur the multiverse in search of anything worthwhile, and in case something that deserves to be remembered, recorded or even just witnessed, I am there to do it. In case something REALLY deserved it, I then call Light and Xara, and they do their thing… You next Light! Job and other stuff!”

Light nodded. “I’m what’s known as Realm Crafter and Cratagorer, I mostly do writing and drawings of the happenings of the worlds. I come from a race of Beings called He’arth Angels that look over the multiverse. I was asked by Joy here to have me and Xarazechi watch a world he record. I helped build this place and brought you here.”

“I’m here just to watch and give music,” Xara stated, shrugging.

“I love my videos! I am technically the only thing preserving worthwhile stuff before oblivion erases them, and I liked enough what I saw with you all that I simply had to organize this! Especially with Light, we never have enough excuses to work together!”

“Again, first time,” Light reminded.

“Right…That is Future…This is Present…Need to remember that and you people’s obsession with Time…”

Everyone sweatdropped again.

“Anyways,” Xara stated, getting back on track. “We brought you all here to watch one person in particular.” He points to the green haired boy. “You, Izuku Midoriya.”

“Me!” now named Izuku aksed in shock.

“One of the You, anyway. You get very interesting in every Universe I see! You are basically Fate’s Bitch , ergo, REAAAAALLY entertaining! YAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Light smacked Joy. “He is not, he is a linchpin in his universe's reality.”

“ Tomato -Tomato…”

“Why is that shitty nerd the star! I’m the start!” Bakugo shouted in rage.

“Is that kid always like that…” Toriko asked.

“We tried with a rolled-up newspaper. It’s a slow process.” Gran Torino answered.

“He sounds very angry…Like Zebra.”

“I am not angry, kiddo!”

“ZEBRA-SAN!” the chef said in shock at seeing the other kings appear as well.

“I just hate cocky assholes like that little turd, that is all.” Zebra hissed.

“Please keep calm, everything here feels wrong,” Coco, a lean man with a green turban, muttered.

“Uhn! At least the place looks nice! A good combination of classic and modern.” Sani, a man with long multi-colored hair, added with an approving grunt.

Bakugo got into Zebra’s face. “What’s that you damn extra!?”

“ Hoe Dama …” with a low growl a giant projection of the man grabbed Bakugo to squeeze him HARD.

“I kill more dangerous desserts on a daily basis, brat. zip it!”

Bakugo was still glaring at him, sparks coming off his palm. “I’ll kill you!”

Just then, Light snapped his fingers and the two’s powers faded. “Please don’t fight in here… I made the arena for this purpose.”

“Word of advice, I am also known as The Keeper of Madness , I unravel brains for a living. Ruin my fun and I will RUIN YOU .” The Eye growled coldly.

Some took a step back.

“Okay Joy, no need to scare them,” Xara stated.

“Right. Also we have one last person,” Light stated. He was then in front of Izuku in a blink, putting two glowing fingers on his head. Izuku then saw things from the point of someone else, knowing skills he shouldn’t. When Light stopped, Izuku took a step back.

“Oooh! Nice one! Good idea!” Joy said once studied the boy with a long look.

“What did you do to Deku-kun,” a brown haired girl with permanent blusses asked.

“Just need to awaken someone from him,” Just then someone started to appear from Izuku. The people from Toriko’s world gasped, knowing who this was.

“Zaus-chan?” an old lady with giant poofy hair said in surprise.

“Setsuno…It’s been so long…”

“Eeh! So that is why I didn’t see you up there! I feared they sent you to Hell. Good to know I was wrong!” Jiro added, laughing.

“Cooking King Zaus!” Komatsu gasped.

“So you died?” Toriko asked, sad.

“It happens when the fool brainwashing you grows tired of your failures. I am glad you others are okay, instead…I am…Sorry for what I did under Joie’s influence…” Zaus answered.

Toriko waved him off. “Nah, you’re cool, it's not your fault what happened to you.”

“Uh… Can someone explain what’s going on?” A dog looking man asked, looking irritated.

“Long story short, Izuku has the powers and abilities of Zaus here,” Xara stated.

“You people call it reincarnation or something… lots of Death and Life and whatnot.” Joy added.

“Ha!” Jiro laughed. “Good to see he got a second chance in life~!”

“Yep! Already sent back to another life,” Zaus Answered.

“I just awakened him from Izuku and now this world Izuku has all the powers and abilities of Zasu with his Quirks now,” Light stated.

“Why?” Aizawa asked, confused.

“Why not?” Joy answered, confused.

“Besides, Gourmet Cells can be considered another Quirk in your world,” Xara stated. “One that can help empower and heal people.”

Light thought about it for a second. “Should I give Lunch Rush Gourmet Cells as well…?”

“Can’t see why that would be a problem! Lol!” the Eye said.

“Did he say Lol out loud?” Tooru the invisible girl asked.

“Seems so.” Momo answered.

“Ah,” a pink skinned girl called, raising her hand to the three’s attention. “What are Gourmet Cells?”

“Basically extra cells inhabiting a portion of the human population. They gift their holder super-human strength and other abilities, and possess insane Self-Evolving abilities, giving the User the Ability to evolve and Adapt to every environment in a matter of hours, or heal from normally lethal wounds if enough food is ingested rapidly, especially so if Compatible Ingredients are consumed, those acting as a special boost. I guess that our Gourmet Cells and your Quirks work in a similar manner?” Coco answered.

A girl with earphone jacks in her ears stated flatly, “That sounds overpowered as hell, and Green Bean here has that with his Quirks…”

“Now Izuku has more POWER!” a man that looks like Tintin stated, flexing.

“Actually, considering One for All is killing him from inside, he NEEDS those to survive up to his nineties!” Joy said, cheerful.

“What!?” everyone one shouted.

“But I didn’t find anything,” a short old nurse with a walking cane like a seirin needle stated.

“...Oops? Spoilers?” Joy said, giggling.

“Who here is All Might?” Toriko asked the My Heroes characters.

“Uuh, that would be me, Toriko-san…Why?” a scrawny blond man with a wild mane of hair answered.

Toriko’s eyes widened in shock. “What the hell happened to you!? You look like you could fall over any second!” He looks to his partner. “We need you to cook him a meal now!”

“Right! Where is the kitchen?” Komatsu answered immediately.

“It is the doors to the main hall,” Light answered. “I made it to make food if people wanted it instead of theater snacks and food.”

“I’ll be back soon! Something filling and healthy!” the minute young man yelled while running away.

“May as well, help.” Zaus added, calmly following him away with both hands behind his back.

“Uh… Should I come to learn?” Izuku asked, determined to help on his face. If he could save All Might, he would.

“Hohoho! You better! Zaus-chan and Komatsu-kun are two Monsters in the kitchen…You know what? I will add my own two cents. Come, youngster, you’ll love this! Hohoho!” Setsuno answered while gently guiding the young Hero to the kitchen.

Lunch Rush bowed to her, knowing a master when he sees one. “May I as well, My Quirk helps me out, but seeing what these Cells can do, may help me and My Quirk as well.”

“Sooo! While there is a cooking lesson that will save All Might’s life-”

“WHAT?!”

“JOY! NO. SPOILERS!”

“Sorry! As I was saying, while the cooking happens…Take your seats, go to the bathroom if you have to, buy the snacks, turn-off the phones and get comfy!” the Eye said.

“Get to know each other and each other’s worlds to know what changed and what’s the same,” Xana added.

Just then, all the cooks came in, pushing a small cart with a full course on it enough for three people, from meat to fish to dessert and everything in-between, the smell simply magical.

All the My Heroes saw the food and were in awe by how amazing it looked. “T-This is what you guys make in your world?” the earphone girl asked.

“This food is Magnifique ,” a blond French boy stated, sparkling.

“Oh! This small snack, bah! Clearly a rush job…And your French is bad, hn!” Sani answered, haughtily.

“I’m half French,” the boy stated. “So it’ll have a bit a Japanese added flavor to it~”

“God, there are two of them…” Zebra muttered in dismay.

“Wait, wait, wait, back up a minute,” a black haired boy with a bandana around his head called out. “What do you mean rush job and snack that’s a five star meal!”

A black ponytail girl nodded. “Yes, I agree with Awase on this.”

“Hohoho! Oh, dears, we have way higher standards, but dear All Might needs simple food to recover. There will be more occasions for fancy dishes now that Izuku-chan is learning. For now focus on eating healthy, you will eat properly later.” Setsuno answered with a gentle, grandmother tone.

All Might took a fork. “Well… Down the hatch…” He took a bite of the first dish.

So how good are they?” the dog man asked Lunch Rush.

“I’ll need those Cells to keep up, I barely did when helping,” he answered.

“It’s okay! We all learned to walk before running! You will get there.” Zaus answered.

Lunch Rush nodded. “I look forward to learning with you and with our student.”

“AMAZING!” All Might shouted. “And you called this rush!? If this is a rush job, I look forward to an actual meal~!”

“Yes!” Izuku shrieked in answer.

“Breath, Izuku-chan, breath. Nerves don’t make a good dish.” Setsuno said, chuckling and gently rubbing circles on the young Hero’s back.

“Ha!” a blond boy of 1-B laughed mockingly. “Like one of 1-A can make something this good~!”

“Monoma,” a red head of the same class scolded. “Stop that!”

“Don’t get cocky, brat! I’ll eat you!” Zebra hissed with a snarl.

Monoma kept that cocky smile. “Like someone like you can beat me. All I need to do is copy your powers and I’ll be in the same league~!”

Flick! BOOOOM!

“...What? I just flicked the little shit on the head and he went flying. It’s not my fault if he is made of paper-mache.” Zebra said.

“Thank you, but I could have handled him,” the red head thanked. She then held her hand out the shack. “Itsuka Kendo, nice to meet you, and good to see there’s someone to help me pull Monoma back.”

“EH! I love breaking Cocky little pussies, it’s a work of passion of mine, Bwhahahaha!” Zebra said with a cruel laugh.

“Please do not second him, Itsuka-san,” Coco begged with a groan.

Itsuka smiled. “No, he’s just a martial artist, and he likes to help show that most people aren’t that big in the ocean. Am I right, Zebra-san?”

“Ah! Somebody that understands! Hey, kiddo! Marry this one, she is good!” Zebra answered while nailing Izuku with an amused stare.

“Wait, what!?” Izuku shouted, blushing red as a tomato.

“It takes a martial artist to understand another martial artist,” Itsuka stated. “Those that are drunk on power need to be humiliated to come back to Earth.”

“Oh for the love of…She is a Female Zebra…” Toriko uttered in dismay.

“She’s more of a big sister figure if that helps,” a girl with mushroom looking eyes stated.

“Not really…” Komatsu admitted.

“She also only does her neck chop on Monoma,” a boy with a literal speech bubble stated.

“... How do you function?” Knocking Master Jiro asked, curious.

“If you think that’s odd, you’ve seen nothing,” a blue haired bubbly girl stated. She then pointed to her friend. “Tamaki can turn into whatever he eats to use their abilities.”

“Please don’t drag me into this…” said boy stated, trying to hide.

“That’s a cool one! You will need to show me that once we’re done here!” Toriko said with an excited smile.

“Too close…” Tamaki stated, taking a step back, shaking in fear.

“Toriko-san, don’t scare him, please?” Komatsu asked.

“I’m so glad I reinforced the building…” Light stated, after seeing the chaos.

All Might put his fork down and let out a sigh of satisfaction. “That was one of the best meals I’ve had in years~ Thanks for the meal you lot~”

“How do you feel, All Might?” Izuku asked in apprehension.

“I do feel a bit more energeti-” All Might started, then grabbed his wound. “GAH!”

“Here it comes.” Zaus muttered with a knowing smile.

“O-Oh no! Did we do something wrong!?” Izuku asked, panicking.

“Not really, it only took slightly longer than anticipated, nothing wrong with the reaction,” Setsuno answered.

“‘Nothing wrong’, my ass!” a boy with steel gray hair and what looks like welding marks around his eyes shouted. “He’s in pain!”

Light summoned a bucket for All Might, who started puking up what looked like black sludge from his mouth.

“The hell!?” Bakugo shouted in shock.

“U-Uh Master,” Izuku called to his cooking masters. “A-Are you sure this is normal…?”

“Yes it is. Come on, youngster, push it all out!” Zaus answered, actually patting All Might’s back while the Hero kept retching.

All Might got all of the gunk out of him, and the tumor that was in him. His wounds then started to repair itself to what it was before, no even better. All Might then started swelling up in muscle, bigger then when he was in his prime.

The cinders of One For All then ignited, Izuku feeling the power through his share, making him get stronger too from their link.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” All Might laughed. He then got up, and flexed. “I FEEL AMAZING! EVEN BETTER THAN I HAVE IN YEARS!!!”

“Hohoho! As expected! A good meal was what you needed, All Might-Chan! See? All better now!” Setsuno answered, laughing jovially.

“A GOOD MEAL!? THAT WAS A GODDAMN MIRACLE CURE!” a short boy with purple balls for hair shouted. He then pointed to all of Toriko’s world guests. “YOU’RE ALL CRAZY!!!”

“Different standards, hn!” Sani answered, nonplussed.

Xarazechi took the bucket, holding it away from himself. “Yeeeeeeeeeck! What the hell kind of sicko makes something like this…?” He asked, throwing it in a waste bin that sends garbage into the sun to be burnt to atoms.

“All for One is many things, a Sick deviant is one of them.” Recovery Girl answered.

A muscular boy with big lips walked over to the cooks, and bowed. “Hello, I was wondering if I could learn from you as well? My name is Rikido Sado and I’m a baker, thanks to my Quirk, Sugar Rush, which empowers me through consuming sugar.”

“Can’t see why not, I can’t do much besides teaching now.” Zaus answered with a shrug.

“Thank you,” he thanked him.

Light clapped his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “Okay. Now that everyone is here, All Might and Izuku have been healed and empowered, and everyone who is a ghost can be seen and talked to-”

All Might interrupted him. “Oh, right Master!” He went to go talk to her, but Gran punched him.

“You can talk to her during a break!” he scolded the blond man.

All Might just sulked.

“Thank you, Gran,” Light thanked the elderly pro. “Anyways as I was saying, now that everything is done. Please hurry and get snacks or a meal, use the restrooms. And we’ll get the show started.”

“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!” a thundering snore shook the theater, making everybody turn around to see a sleeping eye floating aimlessly around the room, randomly bouncing from one wall to the other.

Xarazich gave a flat look and summoned an air horn. He then let it off right on him.

“AAAH! I am awake! I am awake! Sorry!”

The most immature ones laughed at his misfortune.

“Were you sleeping through everything that happened…?” Light asked his partner flatly.

“...If I say yes…Is it bad?”

Xarazchi facepalmed while Light gave a small smirk.

“Then I wasn’t!”

Laughter was heard again from the guests.

To be Continued…

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So, Joy, how was that?

Joy: I loved every second of it! XD Our little avatars especially! I had a very sexy eye.

(Rolls eyes) Anyways. We hope you all enjoyed the start of the story, and the craziness of it all. Also, I’ll leave a link to Joy’s AO3 and Fanfiction page to read his works.

Joy: Thank you!

Hey, you helped, it’s only fair I give credit where credit is due. Anything else before we get to the next chapter?

Joy: Besides leaving kudos, likes and following to remain up to date with the story… Nothing that sticks out.

Uh… I still don’t know how to post on AO3… So it’s different on FF, DA and Wattpad… Still need to post my other works there…

Joy:I am going to teach you that, have no fear! LOL!

Thanks. Anyways. we hope you all like this story and please tell us what you think. With that, thank you for reading.

Joy:Thank you all so much for reaching this point and for reading this story! We really love you all! See you around the net! We’ll be here if you need us! BYEEEEEEE!

See you all next time.

Please R&R

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Hello everyone and welcome back to the second chapter My Hero Characters react to "Izuku the Reincarnated Chef". With me again is my new partner JoySeeker101.

Joy: HIIII! I am glad you could make it to chap 2!

I’m glad you’re willing to help with this reaction story of your own story.

Joy: I do know what is happening in the background on the story, so giving a hand is only a pleasure XD

Before we go any further, let me introduce today’s guest for the disclaimer. Izuku!

Joy: LIL ICCHAN!

Izuku: (Walks in) “H-Hi.” (Looks at Joy in confusion) “Lil Icchan?”

Joy: ‘Cause you are small and cuddly, and EVERYBODY calls you Icchan

I think there are more than that that describes him, and I thought it was Izuchan? But quote me on that.

Joy: I didn’t know that one! (shock!) I thought you meant the ones like “Cinnamon Roll Boy”?

Izuku: (Sweatdrops) “Uh… Am I not here to do the Disclaimer…?”

Joy: That too!

We should get to the story before this gets too long… again… (Mutters to myself) I always take up a page sometimes with this…

Joy: It happens! XD

Izuku: “Right… Well anyways… Light/Xara and Joy don’t own the rights of the materials used for this fanfic. Please support the official release!”

Thank you Izuku, now, onto the chapter.

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Chapter 2: Watching Episode One, “Return”

A few minutes had passed and everyone had gotten to know each other a bit. They all took care of everything that was needed and got drinks, snacks and/or a meal.

“So…” Jiro from My Hero stared, looking at the man who had the same last name as her. “How do we know who’s going to be calling how?”

“Hehehe! Just use Knocking Master for me, it’s a title they always slapped to my name when I was alive, may as well keep using it. I don’t mind.” The Jiro from Toriko answered, amused. Jiro shrugged, fine with that and took her seat with her class. Knocking Master Went to the balcony seats with the other spirit.

Light looked to see that everyone was seated, and was about to start the film, but noticed something. “Oh dear, I missed a few people.”

“You did?” Xara asked.

“I keep saying it, EYE FOR THE DETAILS! Luckily, I am that EYE, Yahahahaha! Who did you miss? I’ll take them here!” Joy offered.

“Eh, no offense,” Xara stated. “But I don’t trust what you may have in mind…”

“Nobody ever does. SO? The names?” the Eye asked again.

“For the MHA world, Inko, Eri, The Wild Wild Pussy Cats and Kota, and Toriko’s world, Tina the reporter and Teppei,” Light answered, going to summon them himself.

“Lots of people!...Okay, nothing too extreme…Make room!” Joy said, already gagging.

“DON’T YOU DARE!” The angel yelled in horror.

“...BUUUUUAAAARGH!” opening in the middle like a mouth, the Eye gave an horrifying spectacle of, somehow, vomiting out the people in question…None of the new arrivals were amused.

“Mom!?” Izuku shouted in shock at seeing her.

“Eri?” Mirio asked, seeing the little white hair girl with a horn.

“Teppei!” Knocking Master and Setsuno yelled as one once seen the young man topple on the floor.

“Tina-san!” soon followed by Komatsu already moving to help the poor reporter.

“JESUS! What happened?!” Tomoko of the WWPC shrieked in horror at the odorless droll covering her.

“Girls I am going to throw-up…” Tiger, the only male of the Team, admitted with a strangled whine.

“Gross…” whines Pixibob, shivering.

Inko was looking around in a panic, looking like she was going to cry, flooding the theater.

“It’s okay, mum! I am here!” Izuku immediately went to her side to hug her, uncaring of the spit drenching her.

“Did I get them all?” Joy asked, cheerful and proud.

Light gave an unamused look, stateding, “If Inko floods the place due to your stupidity, you’re drinking all that salt water, with a straw…”

“Jokes on you, I am into that stuff!” the Eye answered, challenging.

Xara hit said Eyeball, sending it flying into the walls, hard enough to make him flat as paper.

“You people don’t recognize true genius… My Puke-Portation is great…” the Eye groaned while rebuilding itself.

Light and Xara pitched the bridge of their noses

After a few minutes for the newcomers to wash up and be explained what was going on.

“So we’re going to see Izuku/Deku being even cooler~!” the kids shouted with sparkles in their eyes.

Toriko clutched his heart. “The cuteness…!”

“My Goodness, are they made of sugar?!” Sunni asked, shocked.

“Naaah! They are just too precious!” Mirio answered, laughing.

“Oh, this might be an amazing report~!” Tina shouted. “I’ll be the first to get a recording of a new chef from another world~!”

“I had a feeling the little man had something special,” Tiger stated.

“Always in the eye of the storm, uh?” Mandalay asked with a gentle smile.

“Not willingly,” Izuku answered with a weak chuckle.

Zaus floated down to Izuku. “What did we say about being nervous, boy~?” He teased him.

“Nerves don’t make good dishes or Heroes, always keep your head in the game,” Izuku stated, feeling himself get better, becoming better with each telling.

“Good Boy.”

“So, we are here basically because three…Things…From the Multiverse thought it would have been interesting?” Teppei asked.

“Basically,” the Knocking Master answered, shrugging.

“Well, I can deal with that, if it means seeing you once again,” the young man answered, before hugging the dead guy as hard as he could.

Monoma gave a huff. “I still think that kid is just nothing but a glory hog,” he stated. “I can be just as good as that kid.”

“Welp, I heard enough…” the Knocking Master admitted with a sigh, and with a surprising burst of speed he moved in front of Monoma to tap his throat.

“...?!” The student tried saying something, but no sound came out.

“Heeeheeeheee! I removed your voice with Knocking, I will return it once we are done here.”

“!!!!!” Whatever Monoma screamed, nobody knew as he was now a mute.

“...You don’t really have to, you know? We are okay even like this.” Tetsutetsu answered.

Itsuka looked to the master. “Can you teach me that, I’d really like to use that if I need to?” Monoma gave her that steamed anger and betrayal.

“Eeh! Knocking is not a game, lass! Especially a muting technique like that, if you are off even by a millimeter, you will clog a vein and his brain will go pop!”

“WHAT?!”

Monoma pales as white as paper.

“But I can still teach you if you want!”

“Let’s put it in the ‘maybe’ section then?” Itsuka answered, pale and scared.

“Aaah! No bravery whatsoever! What’s life without some booze or thrill? Hehehehe!”

“I meant the neck technique, I’d still like to learn from you, I just want to wait until I have control over my actions,” Itsuka clarified. “If you’ll still teach, Sensei?”

“Ooh! That! No issue, if not me, Zaus…Izuku can, Zaus had a Knocking patent too and was pretty good. Not a supreme  master like me, but really, the very extreme stuff would be Overkill in your world, HAHAHAHA! You won’t need to use Knocking to stop earthquakes after all!” the old man said, shocking the others.

“I would like to see how it would fare with my Quirk, Big Fist,” she stated, activating her Quirk, making her hands as big as her body.

“Uhhm! Nice one, can work…”

“Not too hard, yes. If ever I can teach you a couple things myself. And my Student will too.” Zaus added, nodding.

“Y-Yes…” Izuku answered. He may be getting better, but he still gets nervous around girls.

Light clapped his hands. “Okay everyone, settle down now, we need to start the show now,” he told them.

“I will take care of the projection!” Joy said, excited.

“I got the lights,” Xara started.

Everyone took their seats as the show started.

A Chef’s Rebirth

Episode 1: Return.

TV Studio - 

The talk-show had been a lively event, with both Pro Heroes and other ‘mundane’ Celebrities like actors and singers; its host was a bubbly young woman with frizzled red hair and a perennial friendly smile capable of easily putting people at ease.

“I remember that show! But the Host is different!” Tomoko admitted.

“I still don’t understand how you can watch it! It’s basically a Gossip TV Show!” Pixie Bob answered.

“Hey! I have a similar show now! Let’s slow down!” Tina said, offended.

“Still a hottie,” Mineta stated perversely.

Sunni looked to 1-A and asked, “Is he always like this…?”

“The midget thinks with his dick, unfortunately. How, I don't know since it’s the size of a rice grain,” Katsuki answered.

“SHUT UP!!!” Mineta shouted.

She was just finishing her latest interview by going through the section she knew her audience loved the most: ‘ 10 Questions from the Audience’ , and she was clearly pleased to see her current ‘ Guest’ take part to this with honest interest, instead of the fake Forced Courtesy many VIPs before him had always used to keep their image safe, even when they were blatantly annoyed by most of those questions.

Said Guest was a tall, imposing man wearing a red and black-colored chef's uniform with striped designs on the middle front and shoulders, a black sash around his waist, a pair of knee-high black boots and a large puffed toque ( chef’s hat ), he was also keeping his uniform's collar raised. 

He had very chiseled facial features, moderately long white hair which kept braided into a ponytail and a well-kept long pointy beard and mustache, even a faint trace of freckles that had survived his teenage years, but his green eyes held the purest gentleness compared to his otherwise austere aura. 

“Why does this guy look familiar?” Hanta asked, looking confused.

“Because that is me! Hahahaha!...Not fully at least!” Zaus answered, amused.

“You mean, me?” Izuku said.

“Eeeh, yes. It’s a bit confusing.”

“You are rocking that beard, Midobro!” Kirishima said, chuckling.

“I think it suits him~” Mina agreed cheerfully.

“Oh, oh,” Toru called, waving her arms around. “You think he’ll look like that in our future~!?”

Toriko shrugs. “Who knows.”

Izuku was blushing from all the compliments.

“You look a bit like your grandfather too, Icchan.” Inko added with a small, sad smile.

All Might had a proud look on his face, seeing Izuku like this.

“He looks like a proud father,” Coco started,with a smirk.

All Might spat his drink out, hearing this, so did Izuku, getting snickers and laughs at the two.

“So you still practice everyday?” the Woman asked, actually impressed.

“Huhuhu! Of course! No matter the age or experience, a professional never stops practicing! And I actually do enjoy it, it helps me feel just a tad younger!” the old Master Chef answered with a low chuckle.

“I visited your restaurant a couple times, and I can testify to it, you are still damn good!” the Host answered, chuckling to herself.

“Now I want to try Midoriya’s cooking,” Nejire stated, bubbly.

“Same,” Midnight and Mt. Lady agreed, then glared at each other.

“Soon, soon. Let him study a bit more before that, Hohohoho!” Setsuno answered, laughing.

Those who wanted to try, pouted.

“Oh, I know that! Miso Soup, pork belly cutlet and Karahage...or Donburi, if you have something on your mind.” the old man answered, looking at her like a grandfather looking at his favourite niece.

“Y-Y-You remember?!” the woman said, shocked.

“I mean… He does have his journals of all the heroes powers and weaknesses, so it’s not that surprising,” Inko stated with happiness rolling off her from how well Izuku will be.

“You keep journals?” Toriko asked.

“Yeah…Is it weird?”

“Not at all! Komatsu does the same for the recipes he works on! I wish I could read yours!”

“Thank you!” the young Hero answered with a touched expression.

The heroes looked to one another and stated, “We’ll need to know what we can do, if he’s as good as he is.”

“Oh he is,” Nezu stated, sipping a cup of tea.”I dare say he’s on my league of intellect~ I might just take him in as my student as well~”

Everyone who knew of Nezu paled heading that. They think a monster is about to be made…

“Oh, I know that! Miso Soup, pork belly cutlet and Karahage...or Donburi, if you have something on your mind.” the old man answered, looking at her like a grandfather looking at his favourite niece.

“Y-Y-You remember?!” the woman said, shocked.

“Believe it or not, I remember every single order of my Regular Customers.” the Chef answered.

“Wow. B-But I want people at home to know that I don’t eat ALL THAT at once, it’s either one dish or the other! I do take care of my girlish figure!” she countered with an ashamed expression.

“What’s wrong with enjoying food? I am happy you ask for seconds whenever you come visiting my Restaurant!”

“Midoriya-saaaaan!” the woman said with a long, embarrassed whine, and burying her face in her hands as the entire studio was immersed in the laughter of the live audience present.

The audience watching busted out laughing as well.

“Sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” the other replied with a tiny smile surfacing from under his beard.

“You just did, though.”

“Again, I apologize.”

“Fine! Ready for the tenth and last question?” the Host asked with a childish grumble.

“Ask anything you want.”

“Good. This is a question from Miss Takebana , Sakai Prefecture. She would like to know why you decided to become a Chef, and when.” the woman asked while reading the question on the giant screen behind them both.

“Aaah! This is the crux of the matter! What turned you from a Hero into a Chef student!” Aizawa said with a lazy tone.

“I wonder what caused the switch,” Nemuri wondered.

“Huhuhu! That is a good question! You may be surprised to know I made that decision when I was fifteen, right after waking-up from a year long coma...For me...A lot of things changed during that year.” the old man answered with a chuckle.

“A Year of coma changed your life?” the woman asked, surprised.

“A YEAR IN A COMA!?” the student shouted in shock.

“How the hell did that happen!?” Inko shouted, an aura of murder coming off her if she found out who hurt her baby boy.

“...Why the fuck are you all looking at me like that?!” Katsuki asked, actually hurt more than angry.

“Don’t know, a gut feeling…” Jiro stated, flatly.

“I am not that bad!”

“Suuuure!” Tetsutetsu answered.

“I am sure you won’t be the culprit,” Coco tried saying.

“Uh, you do remember they’re from a different world than us, right..?” Toriko reminded Coco. A brute and fighter he may be, but he’s not stupid.

“I want to believe in him, he is very similar to Zebra, and he would not willingly hurt somebody just because….Not too much at least.”

“Like I care!” Zebra answered, huffing.

“Yes, you can say I lived an entire different life during that coma, in a sense. And that helped me focus myself on a new dream, one that I knew I could actually turn into reality, and that was becoming a Chef. I believe I can say that I managed it quite well.”

“I’d say! Your restaurant is basically Legend nowadays, even Pro Heroes swear high and low when they can’t secure a table! But please tell us, do you want to share some details of that Life you said you lived during that dreadful year?” the interviewer asked, chuckling amicably.

“Aaah! Not yet, maybe one day I will, but for now I won’t steal more time from you, I risk looking like one of those Grandpas that never shut-up, otherwise!” the Chef answered, equally amused.

“It was a pleasure talking with you instead, sir. Time totally NOT wasted! So please, dear audience, let’s give Mister Midoriya a last applause as a thank you for being our Guest today!”

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

“But I wanted to hear that story!” Mina said with a whine.

“Me too!” Tooru chorused.

“Me three,” Komori agreed, pouting.

“I’m sure they’ll show it,” Aizawa stated dryly. “Just wait.”

As asked, the audience went wild in their applause while saluting the retreating Chef.

“Chef Midoriya, gentlemen! The World’s Greatest Chef!” the woman declared one last time before the show took a small pause for the ads to roll-out and give time for the Host to relax before the next Guest’s arrival.

“The World’s Greatest Chef...That would be a nice story to tell!” the old man thought in amusement as he walked out of the TV Studio and towards the car awaiting for him, his mind returning to that fateful day when he woke-up from his coma and his life changed forever.

Several years ago – Izuku Midoriya, Age: 16 – Musutafu - Hospital - 

“A flashback? Interesting choice.” Nezu muttered. “I also think we’ll see how Izuku got into his coma,” he added, taking a sip of tea.

“... Is it just me or does the chimera scare anyone else…?” Toriko asked his group.

“We got kinda used to him by now,” Present Mic answered.

“Mostly out of fear,” Nemuri added.

Inko was over the moon! Her precious baby boy was finally awake! Awake after a long year of coma after that Bast...Son of a bit...Piece of sh…

After the Bakugou brat blasted him away with his Quirk in retaliation for Izuku daring to save his life from a Villain!

Silence. That was all that was in the theater that could be heard.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Katsuki shrieked in rage at what his other self did. “I MAY HAVE NOT LIKED BEING SEEN AS WEAK BUT WHAT THE HELL!!! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO SOMEONE BUT THE VILLAIN!!!”

“Are you sure?” Toriko asked with narrowed eyes, and just like him, the other Heavenly Kings too looked on edge.

“That you has already failed in the most basic requirement to be a Hero: self-control.” Aizawa hissed.

“Geez… And I thought our Bakugo was bad…” Hanta stated, winicing.

“I am not a murderer, for fuck sake! Nerd, tell them!” Katsuki hissed, almost sounding scared.

Izuku was looking everywhere but Katsuki, not knowing what to say. “I… believe that if you hadn’t left our old school sooner, they would keep praising you for your Quirk and getting rid of lines for you not to cross… I think you might have…” Izuku stated, shyly. “I believe you're a victim of the environment like I was, you were just put at the opposite side of the scale then I was…”

“Tch!” There was an air of savage anger around Zebra, and many feared that had the Heavenly King lived in their world, nothing short of Armageddon, Or maybe the Number American Hero, Stars and Stripes, would have stopped him from pulverizing the school and teachers as a whole.

“Kids are off limits…” Zebra hissed.

“Sorry, our childhood wasn’t exactly stellar before Pops found and adopted us, so we are defensive of kids.” Sunni explained with a sigh.

“They wanted Bakugo to be a big time pro so they could say they produced a top tier hero. All in the hopes of good publicity.” Izuku stated.

“Aizawa,” Nezu started, with a harsh tone in his voice with a smile on his face. “When this is over, I’d like to know what goes on at their old school, and see what they are teaching their students.”

“...Better them than us. Okay.” the teacher answered with a shrug.

“Leave a couple alive at least, don’t break them all.” Recovery Girl added.

“Honestly, you are small and terrifying,” Teppei admitted.

Nezu laughed jovially. “Why thank you~”

Inko really hated cursing, but what Mitsuki’s spawn had done to her small ray of sunshine almost guaranteed Inko would have snapped the brat’s neck with her bare hands, she didn’t though, only because Murder was still a crime, and she didn’t want her precious Icchan to one day wake-up and learn his dear mother was in jail for putting-down a rabid Pomeranian.

Mitsuki had apologized for months about her son’s behavior, but Inko and Hisashi ( returned from his Business Trip as soon as he learned of the incident ) still slapped her, the school and her psychotic son with a restraining order AND the hospital bills AND ruined almost any chance the boy had at entering UA University, now even if the maniac managed to join the Hero School, both Midoriya parents KNEW there wouldn’t be a single breath or step Katsuki could take  not under the constant watch and utmost scrutiny of the entire university staff.

Assaulting somebody just because he believed that ‘The Quirkless Useless Nerd’ made him look bad in front of Pro Heroes by saving him from being suffocated by a Villain was not Hero behavior, and many luckily thought the same! Pro Heroes especially since they still struggled everyday to squash any rumor of there being an ‘Elitist Quirkist Mentality’ that many believed the profession was riddled with.

“Shesh, the more I hear about your guys' school, and what they turned Bakugo into, the more I think I’d fit in as a friend for Izuku,'' Hitoshi stated.

“W-W-We can be friends already if you want!” Izuku offered with a small voice.

Mina nodded in agreement with Shinso. “I hate bullies!”

Nezu’s eyes sharpened. “That sounds a lot like the Meta Liberation Army…”

“Many still follow the ideals of the old Villain Destro, unfortunately.” Mandalay confirmed, sighing.

Eri and Koda looked worried, would they go through something like that if they went to school. Eri was starting to tear up, remembering her time in the Shihasiki.

“Shh! It’s okay! Nobody will ever hurt you, promise.” Izuku offered, immediately hugging the small girl.

“Don’t worry, Kota, We’ll make sure this won’t happen to you either.” Mandalay and the WWPC added with an encouraging smile.

“Let’s get back to the show, before I force my way into your world…” Toriko stated, not liking the sound of this group.

“Get in line, fucker.” Zebra added.

But all of that was not important now! Now their beloved Izuku was finally awake after one year of coma! Hisashi and Inko were just finishing signing the last of the paperwork that would ensure their boy's release from the hospital as soon as the doctors declared that he was no longer in danger!

“You think he was serious when he asked us to remove all his Hero Merchandise from his room?” Inko asked.

“I did what!!!???” Izuku shouted in shock. 

“Izuku! Oh, God! Breath! Breath! HELP!” Inko yelled in shock.

“Young Midoriya, please calm down, I’m sure we’ll find out why this is,” All Might tried to comfort him.

“I don’t know, honestly. But when we mentioned how you kept everything clean and proper he looked... Tired of it, somehow? As if those had lost every Magic they held for him.” Hisashi answered, unsure.

“Knowing he was Quirkless was a huge blow already, maybe seeing his ‘Friend’ attack him like that the one time he tried to be a Hero himself simply smashed his dream?” Inko answered.

“You said he looked depressed already, before that animal was attacked by the Villain, maybe something happened even before that incident?” 

“He doesn’t want to talk about it, he just says he understands he cannot be a Hero.” Inko answered, sighing.

“Okay! Who did it!? He is already somebody with low self-esteem, who gave it the finishing blow?!” Jiro asked with narrowed eyes.

“I-I don’t have low self esteem! I am just very self-critical!” Izuku tried to defend.

“There is a thin line between the two, you often swing between the two.” Tenya answered.

All Might was starting to get nervous, not knowing why.

“Maybe we can help him find a new dream? A new direction? He is a smart boy, maybe now that he no longer wants to be a hero he can become something else, like a doctor or a lawyer.” Hisashi offered.

“W-We?” the woman asked, shocked.

“I...I almost lost him, Inko. WE almost lost him! I-I-I...The last time I saw my son he was a kid! T-To him I was just a voice on the phone until yesterday when he woke up! H-He almost did not recognize me! HIS DAD!” Hisashi answered, eyes overflowing in tears as he cried and hiccuped so hard his body shook.

“You always provided for us, darling.” Inko answered, hugging her husband as tightly as she could.

“Yeah, with money!” he spat, bitterly.

“But I was not there when he entered High school! I was not there when the bullying started! What memories does he have of me, uh?! A voicemail and some pictures!” the man said.

“ My dad is overseas working . I can easily imagine all the bullshit they said to hurt him, like that I did not love him because of his Quirklessness or that I cheated on you or who knows what else!”

Izuku flinched when he heard that. Inko and Eri hugged him, making him feel better. “Thank you.”

Kamui looked away from the kid, remembering when he and Death Arm scolded him for being reckless.

“What’s his father’s job?” Sanni asked.

“...” That made both son and mother’s eyes bulge-out in fear.

“Are you hiding something?” Nezu asked with narrowed eyes.

“NO!” both answered immediately, even too fast.

“My bullcrap sense is tingling.” The Knocking Master said, humming.

“Mine too.” Satsuno added. 

“All of ours are!” Nemuri answered, and the guys from MHA nodded as one.

“It’s okay, we know you love us. And we love you too.” Inko assured him while gently caressing his back in small circles.

“...I...I ask you just another year. Another year to finish this project then I will be back for good. I will ask to be transferred back here to the Musutafu branch. We’ll be a proper family, promise!” Hisashi promised.

“Oh, Hisashi! There’s no need!”

“Yes there is!" Hisashi insisted.

“Just give your best, it will be enough for us. No matter if you are far away.” Inko said with a kind smile.

“Trust me, I will make it happen. I will return to you two.” Hisashi answered, eyes ablaze in determination.

“Oh, I see~ He works for some sort of top secret agency, doesn’t he~?” Nezu asked, putting the pieces together quickly. “I-Island if I’m correct~?”

“HAHAHAHA! That is so funny! HAHAHAHA!” Izuku laughed HARD at that.

“Yes, very funny! HAHAHAHA!” Inko echoed.

“Never heard a lamer laugh…” Komatsu admitted.

“You two are bad at hiding stuff,” Toriko said, chuckling.

The two Midoriyas were sweating frantically.

At the same time – Izuku’s room - 

The room had the same sterile-white standardized décor of every other room, down to the exact same pictures hanging from the walls in the exact same positions; and Izuku’s room was even more impersonal thanks to the total lack of flowers or get well soon cards, something that disturbed the nurses and doctors present so much THEY actually gave gifts to the boy to liven up the room when he woke.

“Your mom and dad are almost done signing everything, now we just need to make sure you are healthy enough and you will be able to get back home.” the gentle nurse said with a kind smile.

“That’s nice.” Izuku answered, plainly.

“Listen, I know it must hurt to not see your classmates send you anything, but maybe they were waiting for you to wake-up?” the young woman offered.

“…” her only answer was a half-lidded stare that made her face flush red in embarrassment.

“Hey, at least she tried cheering you up!” Kaminari tried saying.

“At least there are some good people…” Zebra grumbled.

“Too damn little!” Ochako hissed.

“It’s okay, Uraraka-san, I am okay here!” Izuku answered.

Sigh! “I know what you are thinking: ‘I am Quirkless, so they don’t care.’. And maybe it’s true in their case , but not everybody out there is like that! Look at me! I am still here, and not just because it’s my job!” the woman said while showing the four arms her Quirk gifted her with.

“Uh-hu.”

“There are good people out there, people that don’t care if you have a Quirk or not! People that will love and respect you all the same if you give them the chance! Having or not a Quirk is not the be-all-end-all, you can do amazing things if you set your mind to it! Humans did it BEFORE Quirks even existed! Have faith in yourself! I bet you can find hundreds of friends both Quirked and Quirkless that will trust and love you just for who you are, not your Powers! People YOU will be able to love and trust back with no fear!” the nurse said while grabbing his hand in hers to give it a gentle squeeze.

“I really hope so,” Izuku answered, sighing.

“Trust me, the world is not a nightmare ready to beat you down.” she answered.

Sigh! “Okay.”

“Have faith! Good things come to those who work hard.” the woman replied while walking away.

Recovery Girl smiled. “I hope I can find someone like that to help me and take over when I need to retire.”

“You are one of a kind, finding a replacement will be next to impossible.” Nezu admitted.

She gave him a flat look. “I know you have candidates, so don’t give me that, mister!”

“Yes, but only twenty! Practically nobody!”

Everyone sweatdropped at this. Twenty was nothing to this guy…?

“Hey.”

“Yes?” she asked, stopping right at the door and turning back to look at him.

“...Can you live an entire different life in a single year?” he asked while looking outside the window with a far-away light in his eyes.

“You mean while in a coma?” the nurse asked.

“Yes.”

“It’s hard to say. Many say they were fully aware of the world around them but unable to move, others simply said they had a ‘Normal dream’ like when they slept normally and just woke-up after years while for others everything lasted only an instant...It’s complicated enough that there is not a simple answer.”

“Oh…”

“So you dreamed of a different life for yourself?”

“Either that or I got Isekaied and just got back home.” Izuku answered with a chuckle devoid of any real emotion.

“Uuuh! Isekais are kind of cool! They got all those crazy powers!” Mina said, amazed.

“They can get repetitive sometimes though,” Setsuna stated.

“I believe God is giving him a second chance in this world,” Ibara stated in a praying pose.

The three Deities sweatdropped, remembering one Lazy Useless goddess that isn’t so kind and just teleports through trickery…

“We must never let her meet Aqua,” they all whispered to each other.

“Yeah…”

“Considering life is not a Manga, I am more inclined to say it was just a dream.” the woman answered, chuckling amicably, and secretly happy to see the boy finally showing her a more genuine smile, albeit minuscule.

“Zelretch would say otherwise…” Xara stated dryly.

“Who’s Zelretch?” Nana asked them.

“A whiny bitch,” Joy answered, laughing. He was then hit by a rainbow light that sent him through the wall, leaving a Joy-shaped hole. “Worth…it…” the Eye groaned in pain.

“You had that one coming…” Light started dryly.

“Should we be considered…?” Iida asked in worry.

“You’ll be fine,” Light stated. “If it’s anyone who should be worried, it’s Izuku…”

Izuku gulped and paled at hearing this. “Why me?!”

“Because you’re the main hero,” all three stated.

“Yeah, then I guess it was just a dream then.” he replied, looking down at his hands.

“Can I ask what you were doing during that Life ?” the nurse asked with a gentle smile.

“I was a Chef.” the boy answered, simply.

“It’s a nice job! You like to cook?”

“I like food, especially Katsudon. Yes, I can say I do like cooking.” 

Izuku’s stomach growled hearing his favorite dish, making him blush and forget the previous conversation.

“Once done here, Icchan. Be patient.” Inko offered, smiling.

Izuku’s smile lights up the room.

‘Too bright!’ everyone shouted in their minds.

“Maybe then it’s a sign for a future career?”

“It depends…”

“It doesn’t take a Quirk to be a great Chef! Just talent and the will to put in lots of hard work! You can try to see if you have what it takes!” 

“A Chef...Can I be one? Do I deserve to be one?” Izuku asked, looking honestly scared.

“Why not? You won’t know if you don’t try!” the nurse answered, smirking, before walking away.

“I-”

Once a Chef, always a Chef, you fool!

A voice echoed in the boy’s ears like a faint whisper, making him jump in fright and look around himself wildly.

“Tha-That voice!” he muttered with wide eyes.

That night he would not sleep at all, every time he tried the same disembodied voice of an old lady he was sure he knew personally would keep berating him.

You and I are chefs! We do not stop being one, ever! We do not retire unless we die! Our destiny is to die in front of a chopping board while cooking and only once the dish is ready, like Froese-sama did! AND YOU KNOW IT!

“Hey! That’s me!” Setsuno said, chuckling.

“Looks like your words were kept with me after death~” Zaus stated, laughing.

“Eeeh! You two really are good friends,” Knocking Master admitted.

Then finally, after the third day of continuous visits from the Voice whenever he slept, the dreams too came: memories Izuku desperately kept suppressing in the belief they were just his imagination: his early days in his new life, his first dish, his first apprenticeship then his first restaurant...All he learned, all he did…

And then the rare flashes of what ‘The other him’ did after Joie used his accursed ‘Taste Change’ on him to turn him into the guy’s puppet, and the pain he caused.

It was not you and you know it!

You would have never done any of that and you know it!

I know the real you! The real Zaus! Who you were before Joie corrupted you!

You want redemption? Then grab the kitchen knife and cook like you used to!

Recover your honor like only a Chef can! By Honoring the Ingredients!

“AAAAAAAAH!” That night Izuku would wake-up screaming, covered in cold sweat, and start crying immediately after while begging for forgiveness over and over.

“Setsuno...I am sorry…” the boy begged in tears.

Then show it, you idiot!

“You know? I do remember that at the beginning of my career I had lots of panic attacks too, the idea of making a bad dish horrified me, so I can understand.” Zaus admitted with a fond smile.

The rest of 1-A looked at the two. And we're now starting to see the similarities of the two. “What kind of monster has been awakened…?” they all asked, making Izuku blush, looking away.

Three days later - 

It was finally the day the doctors deemed Izuku healthy enough to be took back home, the boy had already been helped by his mother to dress and was sitting on a wheelchair his father was pushing, the three of them were even chatting of few inane things when a loud cacophony of curses and screams started echoing in the corridors, coming from right in front of the Hospital entrance.

The cause of the ruckus was a guy with a Quirk turning him into a Tiger-Human hybrid arguing with a guy with a Gorilla Quirk that made his body HUGE and obscenely muscled.

“FUCK YOU!”

“NO, FUCK YOU!”

Eri and Kota’s ears were covered by Izuku and Mirio so they did hear those words. They glared at the three.

“Sorry, I thought I put the censors on,” Xara stated, looking confused, but heard Joy sinkering.

“Eye for the details!”

“No…” Xara stated, looking suspicious at the floating eye. “I know I turned it on…”

“Joy…” Light called out in a stern voice.

“Oopsie! I turned them off then! I thought they were still off!”

The two sigh at their partner.

And the two punks were apparently uninterested in the absurd noise they were making in the middle of the Hospital while they argued about something, although the fact both were covered in bruises suggested they both were in the hospital to finish whatever fight landed them there in the first place.

“What is happening?” Inko asked, scared.

“Apparently the gorilla guy destroyed the tiger guy’s new car while parking. The two beat the crap out of each other until they both passed out and were brought here a couple hours ago, and now that they are finally awake, they have started all over again.” a nearby doctor answered with a tired voice.

“Shouldn’t somebody stop them?” Inko asked.

“Security will be here soon, have patience.” the doctor answered, sighing.

All the heroes groan at this, knowing well about things like this happening.

“I am starting to think that animal Quirks influence the temper,” Nezu muttered.

“Hard to say, I saw lots of people acting like that in our world too.” Teppei answered.

“Yeah, some guys just don’t know how to control themselves,” Toriko added.

Izuku...Did not exactly know what he was doing, but simply following the ‘Memories’ of his year of coma, he felt compelled to walk towards them and tap the shoulder of the tiger guy, shocking the doctors and his parents by getting-up from the wheelchair with no apparent issues.

Tap! Tap!

“What the fuck do you-” both arguing men started yelling at the same time while turning towards the intruder, when they stopped abruptly.

Because for some reason the kid whose head could barely reach the tiger guy’s armpits (or the Gorilla guy’s belly-button) had become in their eyes a giant easily towering over them both as soon as they locked eyes with him.

“Ahahahaha! Zaus-chan had always been terrible when angry! I wonder if Izuku-chan will be the same!” Setsuno said with a loud laughing fit.

Katsuki was now glad he wouldn't be on the receiving end of that now. All Might, for some reason, felt the same.

“This is a Hospital, can you two please go fight somewhere else, Monkey and Cat ?” the boy asked with a calm and yet infinitely-threatening tone.

“YOU LITTLE-”

“KEEP IT DOWN!”

The tirade of the duo died immediately when the kid’s booming roar, delivered though with the grace of a King, eclipsed both their voices and made their furs stand-up like they were electrified.

And at hearing his order EVERYBODY IN THE ENTIRE. FUCKING. HOSPITAL. STOPPED BREATHING for a couple seconds.

“JESUS!” Kirishima screamed.

Mineta fainted on the spot, foaming at the mouth.

“Did Midoriya unlock Conqueror's Haki or something!?” Mina and Pony shouted in shock, seeing the similarities.

“That was Intimidation , basically he used his Fighting Spirit to subdue the two. Very complex!” The Knocking Master explained, chuckling.

Izuku looked in awe. Seeing all kinds of scenarios popping up in his head on how he could use that as a hero. “If I can pinpoint it, I could use it like a sniper shooting at a villain holding a hostage, hitting them and no one else. If I could send it through Black Whip, I could free them long enough to capture them.” He then pulled out his notebook out of nowhere, shocking everyone, including the three deities, not knowing how in the hell he did that. “Maybe I could useitlikeatagetingsistem,onlyhittingvillaoinsinalargearea.Or mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter-”

“Well, at least he is taking this well,” Coco muttered.

“That’s Deku for you,” Ochaco stated, with a sheepish smile.

The boy was standing with his back straight and hands clasped behind him in quite the regal pose and with his eyes narrowed, his hair were even casting a bit of a shadow over those same eyes too.

The most daring abnormality though was that many could swear they saw a glimpse of a giant red-furred gorilla of sort with big boar-like tusks, and enough muscles on its human-like torso and arms to shame a pack of bodybuilders, appear behind him for an instant with shining eyes and a blood-red flaming aura of energy covering its entire body.

“Y-Y-Yo, it’s cool man...I-It’s cool...W-We are done arguing, yes?” the gorilla guy whimpered with his complexion turning chalk-white in fear.

“Y-Yeah! W-We are sorry if-if we make a scene, Sir! N-No need to get violent, yes? T-This is a hospital after all!” the tiger guy added while nodding violently.

“Good to know! Then please, do take a seat so these gentle nurses can look at your bruises.” Izuku answered with a gentle smile, one completely devoid of any threatening intent.

“O-Of course, Sir! No problem, sir!” both punks answered as one and hurrying to sit on the waiting seats with their backs straight and without uttering a sound, but just following the kid’s every move with unblinking eyes while sweating heavily.

“Nice! Thank you!” Without another word, the young teen walked back towards the wheelchair and collapsed on it, he too utterly drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

“THAT WAS SO MANLY!” Kirashima and Tetsutetsu shouted with manly tears and fists clenched.

“Impressive indeed, it seems like the abilities you got from being me are already starting to manifest.” Zaus said with a thoughtful tone.

Monoma tried shouting how unfair the 1-A glory hog were being, getting more powers than they should, but couldn't still, making him pull his hair in anger and frustration.

“What’s that Monoma~?” Zebra asked in a tease. “Timmy’s stuck in a well~?” Everyone busted out laughing at his roast.

“I thought you hated cockyness…?” Toriko asked, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Having a good roast is always a good meal~” Zebra started with a smirk.

“I think Copycat Bastard has been well done,” Katsuki stated, smiling wickedly.

Monoma was grinding his teeth in frustration.

“Icchan? You okay?” Inko asked immediately while kneeling down in front of him to check his now very pale face.

“Y-Yes, I am fine. I am just tired, that is all.” he answered with a forced smile.

‘Was that Intimidation ? How?’ the boy thought, feeling overwhelmed by his own confusion.

“I guess that would be confusing for me if I thought I wouldn’t be able to do that,” Izuku stated.

“It would if you remember it as something you could do as me, of course there you still looked uncertain of what your life as Zaus was, if a dream or reality. So I guess managing to imitate a skill of a dream is supposed to feel strange, even if only a little.” Zaus answered.

“Like the nurse stated, life’s not supposed to be like a manga,” Tsu stated bluntly. She then put her finger to the chin to think. “Then again, we could be considered living in a comic book world because of our Quirks…”

“Well, whatever you did was kind of foolish, you could not know if they would attack you,” Hisashi answered, sighing.

“Sorry, dad.”

“It’s okay, luckily they calmed down instead of getting violent. Just do not think things will always go this well.”

“Of course.”

“Very well. Let’s go home now, I just recently filled the fridge, I want to celebrate your return, Icchan!” Inko said with a wide smile.

“Okay, mom!”

“I smell cooking!” Toriko said, excited.

“I hope so, Toriko-san!” Komatsu replied

“This should be good to see,” Mina stated, jumping up and down in excitement.

“Agree, shroom,” Kinoko agreed.

“I guess,” Izuku shrugged, not sure.

“Naw, show us what you got, pretty boy!” Setsuna added, smirking.

Later that day – Midoriya Household - 

The family of three was just finishing setting the table, with Izuku managing with great effort to talk his parents into letting him help them, even if maybe he did whine a little too childishly for his tastes.

“I am not made of glass, dad!” he said.

Izuku groans at seeing this. He was embarrassed to see his family worry about him.

“At least you have a family that cares for you…” Todoroki state, looking down.

“You just got out of the Hospital, please do take it easy.” Hisashi answered, frowning a little.

“I will take it easy, promise. But I am used to helping, you know? I like to feel useful.”

“I won’t deny that, just don’t rush.”

“Okay, dad.” 

“Good!” the man answered, showing from where the boy took his ‘cinnamon bun smile’ from as both father and son matched each other.

“So it’s genetic, uh? Good to know!” Tooru said, laughing.

Izuku was blushing mad again. “It’s not that bad… is it…?”

“We love it, don’t worry.” Momo answered.

Mineta simply fumed in silence in envy.

“Since you both feel so well, are you up for a small ‘Adventure’ ?” Inko asked with a teasing smile.

“An adventure, darling?” Hisashi asked, curious.

“Uh-hu! I found a new recipe on the net, do you feel adventurous enough to try it?” she asked.

“That would explain why you insisted on buying that giant wok. Okay!”

“Okay, mom!” Izuku echoed behind his father.

“What the heck is a Wok?” Tetsutetsu asked, looking lost.

“A metal pan shaped like a shallow bowl, used especially for frying and steaming in East Asian cooking.” Komatsu explained.

“Huh… So that’s what those things are called. Always wondered that,” he stated.

“I bet this will have something to do with how Izuku will get into cooking,” Tina stated, excited to see the birth of a new chef from another world.

“I would be shocked if it isn’t, it’s a perfect set-up.” Aizawa answered, dryly.

“Good! Let’s hope it will be good! This is the first time I’ll make it after all!” Inko answered while making a show of rolling-up her sleeve intensely enough to make the two men behind her laugh in amusement.

The recipe looked simple enough, even if the big wok kept sizzling extremely loudly, something that raised an alarm bell in the back of Izuku’s head the boy wasn’t even aware existed.

And when that burning oil spilled-out after a too-violent twist of Inko’s ladle, the entire content caught fire and produced a giant flame followed by a deafening WOOSH! Sound.

“KYAAAH!” The woman had barely the time to jump back and not get burned, slipping on the floor while pulling the wok filled in flaming oil with her.

“Oh no…” all the students stated, in worry.

“MOM!” Izuku shrieked in hysterics.

“Grandma!” Eri called out in worry.

All the heroes looked like they were about to jump at the screen to help the mother.

“I am actually okay, though…” Inko muttered.

“INKO!/MOM!” Both Hisashi and Izuku yelled at the same time while hurrying to help her, but while his father managed to grab the woman in a protective embrace that saved her, Izuku peripherally watched the wok fall in slow-motion towards the floor, and he swore he heard the horrified scream that seemed to come from the food in it.

When the thing reached half-way to the floor, and once his instinct told him his mother was actually safe, the young teen moved with a burst of speed that surprised his parents and grabbed the wok’s handles and rapidly lifted it to put it back on the fire to start stirring it with the same ladle he took from his mother’s hand.

“Holy crap!” Mineta and Denki shouted in shock after seeing that.

“I-Is that normal?” Koji asked, in shock, enough to actually talk.

“Oh! Definitely! You should see how fast Komatsu is at swatting my hand away when I try to have a taste before it’s ready!” Toriko answered, laughing.

“Your Taste is ¾ of the entire thing. I am glad Komatsu is consistent in stopping you.” Coco answered, groaning.

“I’ll admit, the action was Magnifique ~” Yuga started, sparkles around him

“Some latent talent showing-up, hn! Finally!” Sanni added.

Toriko looked at the two. “... Are we sure they’re not related through some dimensional tomfoolery… ?”

“ SACREBLEU, NO! ” both yelled at the same time. The two looked at each other. “That was just a fluke.”

“Suuuuure!” 

“A bit more salt...Some pepper maybe? The seasoning does need some adjustment!” as if in a trance, the boy tasted the content and started adjusting the seasoning while continuously stirring it, his hands moving fast enough they simply disappeared.

When Izuku started cooking on screech, they all were greeted by the aroma of what was cooking.

“D-Do you smell the food, or am I going crazy…?” Hanta asked, a bit of drool coming off his lips.

“That would be me! Just watching is not fun! So smells too will be present!” Joy stated, smiling.

“Joy…Why?” Xara asked, concerned.

“For fun!”

“Yours?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll get to eat it as well,” Light stated, getting Xara to sigh in relief, and getting people’s stomachs to growl.

“Damn…” Katsuki stated, trying to keep his composure. “I-If this is how Deku is just starting, how will ours be when he uses his powers with his cooking skills…?”

“Hohoho! You’ll see! Zaus-chan can be a monster when he wants to.” Setsuno confirmed.

“There should be some beef in the freezer...There it is!” he then muttered, grabbing a knife nearby and managing to cut the still frozen meat without trouble.

“Icchan?” Inko asked, dumbfounded.

“Potatoes...I need potatoes…” The boy mumbled while preparing the tubers, then onions, peas, pepper grains and more at the same time at high speed.

“Son?” Hisashi tried again, just as shocked as his wife.

“This is normal…” all of 1-A stated.

“I feel offended…” Izuku muttered, pouting.

“Are we wrong?” Iida asked his friend, still himself, but would admit he was hoping to try Izuku’s food.

Izuku pouted harder.“Y-You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to, hn!”

“I wish to retract my last question!”

“What kind of dark beast of cooking has been placed upon our world…?” Shihai and Fumakage asked.

“That food smells awesome~!” Dark Shadow shouted, shocking the Toriko  group from it appearing from the boy.

“The heck is that!?” Tina shouted, yelping in shock.

“I’m Fumi’s Quirk, nice to meet ya~!”

“Potatoes...I need potatoes…” The boy mumbled while preparing the tubers, then onions, peas, pepper grains and more at the same time at high speed.

“Son?” Hisashi tried again, just as shocked as his wife.

“The Beef stew is looking good...The mushrooms need to be cut thinner still…”

“Icchan?”

“The tenderloin needs braising...Drats, no red wine!...I’ll use sake…Are those strawberries? I know what to do for dessert! Nice!”

“Izuku?”

“This knife is too damn dull! I need to find a Melk here too…”

“Okay, what the hell is a Melk !?” Yui asked, getting confused looks from the My Hero crew.

“Greatest Knife Maker in our world, Chefs everywhere are ready to starve themselves to rack in enough money to pay for their services. A Melk Knife is THE Dream Knife of every Chef.” Tina explained.

“And Komatsu is dating the 2nd Melk, daughter of the 1st Melk.” Toriko added, smirking

“That is personal, Toriko-saaaaan!”

“... Are they really that good?” Death Arms asked, looking concerned.

“Yeah, that seems a bit extreme,” Mt. Lady stated.

“Komatsu’s Melk Knife managed to cut a mountain in half with a test swing, with no force behind.” Light explained.

Yosetsu did a spit-take hearing that. “You’re kidding me, I’m a welder, and I can’t make something that fine to cut!”

“That is why a Melk knife is that sought after, their quality is near-godly. Unmatched.” Zaus said.

“And you all have one?” Itsuka asked, jaw dropped.

“Of course! Every High Level Chef has one, fully registered and with a famous name.” Setsuno answered.

Pony had a look of awe on her face. “It is awesome. I must see something like that!”

Everyone blinked. “Did you just speak perfect Japanese?” Juzo asked, shocked.

“There’s a universal translator in the theater,” Light stated. “Don’t want her saying things Monoma taught her now, do we?”

“....” Monoma said nothing, besides showing them his middle finger.

“Hey!” both Izuku and Mirio shouted at him, covering the kid’s eyes. “No rude gestures in front of the kids!”

Another middle finger rose in answer. He was then hit over the head by Itsuka, knocking him out. “For that stunt, he’s not getting a meal,” she started sternly. “Anyone disagree?”

“NOPE!”

“Icchan!” Inko called-out, raising her voice.

“The stew is ready, so is the meat...Vegetables are ready too...So are appetizers, first course, salad, dessert and side dish...Everything is-”

“IZUKU!” both his parents yelled at the same time as loud as they could.

“W-What?” The boy uttered while distractedly finishing putting everything in the respective plates.

“...How?!” Hisashi asked with wide eyes.

“ How what? Uhu?!” the young teen asked back before finally noticing what he had done and how long he had actually zoned-out.

The kitchen table was now fully stacked in a Full Course Menu for three, every dish worthy of a five-star restaurant in appearance and preparation, the table itself seemed ready to collapse under the weight of the immense quantity of food on it while the scent permeating the house was unbelievably good.

“HAHAHAHA! That’s the Zaus-Chan I know!” Setsuno said with a loud laugh.

All the heroes and student’s jaws dropped, seeing the amount of food.

“T-That was made by a kid…” Midnight stated, the full meal’s aroma hit the max.

“Ooh! He is taking my knowledge well! I am glad!” Zaus answered.

“T-That’s a five star meal…” Ochako stated, her mind going blank, only ever to see those in magazines. “H-How is that a normal meal to you guys… My family could never get something like that…” She felt like life was cruel at times. She could only get white rice at school.

“Uh? That is a training meal , something we do to test new recipes…” Komatsu tried saying.

“I can cook for you if you want, Uraraka-san! I-I am learning!” Izuku said right after.

Ochaco wanted to either cry her eyes out in happiness, or blush madly in embracement at Izuku’s offer.

Just then, said meal appeared in front of everyone, except Monoma for his punishment. “Alright, a light snack~!” Toriko cheered.

“He calls this a light snack…” Mt. Lady states with a deadpan look.

“I’ve seen him eat an animal the size of this room in one go,” Tina stated.

“Ah! Yes! I remember that! It tasted funny, but oooh so goooood!”

“Did-Did I do this?” he asked.

“Me and your mother were kind of too overwhelmed to do it, so I guess it’s a yes!” the man answered, unnerved.

“I was just thinking about how to help?” Izuku tried saying.

“Icchan, you were in a trance, your usual mumbling was there, but in the meantime your body moved. And it was unreal.” Inko answered.

“Did I do wrong?” he asked, unsure.

“By nose and eyes I would say No . And since we DID say we needed to celebrate your waking-up and returning home, this would have been the final result all the same. I just did not think YOU would have been the one cooking.” Hisashi answered.

“Me neither.” Izuku admitted.

“So, what’s this?” Inko asked while pointing at the table.

“Beef Stew, mushroom salad, sweet-and-sour pork ribs, Three-Meats Hot-pot with beef tenderloin, pork belly and chicken guts, Tuna Carpaccio, scallops in aromatic potage and I put some Strawberry Sorbet in the freezer for a late snack. I think?” the boy answered automatically, before growing puzzled by his own answer.

“Those were all left-overs, except the tuna. How did you do all this just with THAT?” Inko asked.

“I don’t know.” Izuku answered.

“Well, let’s see if it is good at least…” Hisashi muttered while trying the stew.

“Alright everyone, time for you all to eat as well,” Light stated.

“Thank you god for the food,” Ibara prayed.

“I give thanks to all the Ingredients of the world. Thanks for the food!” Toriko said aloud.

“I think Ochako should be the first to try it,” Sunni teased the girl. “She is Izuku’s best friend~”

“A marvelous idea~” Yuga agreed.

Ochako was blushing mad.

“Come on, dearie. Tell us what you think.” Setsuno prompted her with a gentle tone.

Ochako took a fork, and started with Tuna Carpaccio, and took a bite. When she did, her fork dropped on her plate. “... What have I been eating my whole life…?”

“O-Ochako…?” Izuku asked, worried about her.

“She fell under his spell. Shall I book the church for the wedding?” Momo asked, amused.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! I wanna be one of the bridesmaids!” Mina added.

“You two should try next~” Toriko teased them, eating his meal.

“If you got the guts.” Zebra added, already mid-way through his portion.

“Fine we will,” Mina stated, taking some of her own sweet-and-sour pork ribs while Momo took some of the mushroom salad.

“Definitely you. I could recognize this vinaigrette everywhere, Zaus!” Knocking Master said snorting.

“So good~!” Mina shouted, feeling like there was a party going on in her mouth.

“My goodness, I’ve never had such refined food, and I’ve tried a lot of amazing food~” Momo stated. “And this is just the salad.”

“I-It can’t be that good,” Bakugo stated, taking a bite of his own meal, the Three-Meats Hot-pot. When he did, his eyes widened and looked at Izuku. “... I admit defeat in the cooking battle…”

Everyone who knows Bakugo had their jaws drop. He HATES losing, so for him openly admitting defeat. Everyone tried their own meal, and were in bliss and heaven.

“Oh dear lord, thank you for bringing this man to our world, have we been blessed to try your own food~?” Ibara asked in reverie.

“God, their food must be bad.” Toriko muttered.

“Sssh.”

“No, your food standards are literally otherworldly,” Mandalay stated.

The kids had the brightest smile on their face that could have lightened up the room. They looked so happy.

“Mmmmmmmmh!” and develop a blissful expression food should NOT give to somebody. He actually looked frighteningly close at having an ahegao.

“Eh?!” both mother and son gurgled-out at the same time.

“It’s gooooooooood!” Hisashi moaned in awe and with his mouth still full while shamelessly filling and re-filling his plate over and over.

“Darling! Manners! Please contain yourself!” Inko said, appalled, while trying the pork ribs.

“...NOM! NOM! NOM! NOM!” to then show utter hypocrisy by attacking the dish herself with the same lack of manners, like a starving animal.

“H-Hey! Leave me something!” Izuku yelled in horror at seeing the dishes apparently HE made getting empty fast!

Inko in the audience was the same way, and was unashamedly eating everything around her with gusto, all under the amused eyes of the Heavenly Kings.

“Somebody with a normal appetite, finally! These guys can’t eat for shit. Here.” Zebra said with a thundering laugh, and stole a plate from in front of Tetsutetsu to give it to Inko.

“HEY!”

“She likes it! Be a fucking knight and let he eat that!” he roared.

“Yessir… Still could have asked first… Manners and all… So unmanly…”

“He does have a point Zebra, you shouldn’t take others food without asking them first to share,” Sunni stated in agreement.

“Oui,” Yuga agreed, still eating.

“Whatever.”

“Sometimes I wonder how you learned Food Honor .” Toriko admitted.

“Food what?” Tenya asked.

“You’ll see.”

“Since when can he cook this well?!” Hisashi asked between mouthfuls.

“I have no idea, but I know I can’t stop!” Inko answered.

“Me neither!” Izuku replied, just as entranced as they were by the taste.

When the three finally stopped eating, almost two hours later, the family collapsed on the sofa, all three of them groaning because their bulging stomachs filled to the breaking point.

“Oh, God! I am going to explode!” Izuku admitted in agony, and yet not regretting a single morsel of what he ate.

“Me too!” Kirishima said with a groan.

“So full, but I could eat more…” Mina stated, groaning.

The only ones from the Hero universe that were fine were Izuku, Inko, All Might, Lunch Rush, and, surprisingly, Eri and Kota.

“God, I envy you big stomachs!” Jiro admitted.

“It was a nice snack! Can I have seconds?” Toriko asked.

“Okay, I can see Eri being fine thanks to her Quirk’s stockpiling asset, but how is Kota fine?” Mandalay asked, looking at her niece.

“I am a growing boy!” the boy answered.

“Bull-GTWISISBDJ!” Tetsutetsu’s answer stopped thanks to Setsuna’s flying hand covering his mouth.

“No cursing in front of the kids!” She hissed.

“And it is, Gourmet Cells help with the nutrition of kids,” Coco stated. “It might help their powers get better while they’re still growing.”

“As long as it is not dangerous for Kota or little Eri…” Mandalay answered, worried.

“Other than them getting stronger and more energetic… Nothing much,” Toriko answered.

“If you say so, mom.”

“What I don’t understand is how you became this good all of a sudden.” Hisashi wondered.

“I have a theory...If you have an open mind and can actually help me make sense of this.” Izuku answered.

“I can barely move, so it is not like I have no time to listen!” his father admitted.

“Me too, Icchan.” Inko added.

“Well, I am not sure, but there is a chance my coma has something to do with it.”

“Uh?”

“You see…”

“... Why do I fear what my husband has in mind…?” Inko asked in a deadpan.

“You know how dad becomes when he gets inspired …”

“True.”

“Oh? DO tell!” Nezu asked, scarily intrigued.

“We rather not…” the two Midoriyas stated drily.

Three Weeks later – Musutafu – market square - 

The so-called ‘Market Square’ was just a small rectangle of paved street near a park where on Saturday the housewives/househusbands of half Musutafu met to assault the various vendors for ingredients and other amenities in a free-for-all to hunt down the best sales.

Today though the entire thing had been booked by a renowned School of cuisine for a small cooking showdown between some of their better students and three ‘Amateur Chefs’ , the prize was a mere toaster, and everybody knew both Challenge and prize were just an excuse to collect funds for the local association making sure homeless people had a place to eat for free.

“I kind of remember that, the Hag did take part… I think she lost though, she was in an even shittier mood than usual when she returned,” Katsuki said, humming.

“So this is dad’s idea huh…?” Izuku asked, flatly.

“If you want cooking abilities to show-up, a cooking competition is a good start, especially against certified students or even Pros , so on paper, it is a good idea.” Aizawa answered.

Monoma, who had gotten back up, and was in a worse mood now thanks to not having the first meal, pulled out a paper that said, “I hope he loses…” with a spiteful look on his face. He wasn’t jealous of the amazing food that was made, or the 1-A kid that made it, nope.

"...Okay...I see. Hold him down, I am shoving that paper up his ass." Ochako said with a hiss.

“Okay now, take it easy on Monoma,” Vlad King stated, trying to calm her. “He’s just upset, I’ll help him out after the viewing.”

“Try with a muzzle.”

“Ochako-chan, relax.” Tsuyu said, sighing.

“So this is dad’s plan?” Izuku asked in dread while watching the big stage the association built for the challenge.

“Hu-uh! Before returning to his office he said that IF you really gained knowledge from your coma, and if you want to fully use this knowledge to become a great Chef again, then you will need to catch the eyes of Professionals so to gain entrance to a proper school for aspiring Chefs. This contest should help a lot if the rumors Hisashi-kun heard about this year’s edition are as good as he said they were.” Inko answered.

“You think dad will be able to see if it was really just a dream or Transmigration as he called it?” Izuku asked, unsure.

“I know damn well I didn’t teach you how to cook like that, and yet you demonstrated skills I never saw before. The fact that you went into a trance every time we tested it was what ticked-off your father, he literally said it was like somebody else was controlling your movements.”

“Then why not a Quirk?” Izuku asked.

“We took the test again, Icchan. It’s still negative.” Inko answered, showing him again the same result papers she showed the judges when she managed to enlist Izuku between the Amateurs challenging the Cooking School students.

“Okay, I call bull…” Katsuki stated. He then pointed his thumb at Toriko’s group. “I know that may be normal for the Foodies here, but the cells should count as a Quirk…”

“Yahahahaha! That’s the funny thing with Semantics ! Legally speaking, a superpower is defined as a Quirk only if it is detected by our standardized Quirk Test! Any other Mutation that doesn’t trigger a positive is still not considered a Quirk. So, on a purely legal matter, Midoriya-san can have Gourmet Cells and be still considered Quirkless if those do not give a positive result in the test! Isn’t it amusing?” Nezu answered, laughing. The laugh scared everyone.

“... Should we worry for our well being and sanity….?” Toriko asked one of the pros.

“Are you evil?” Mic asked, unfazed.

“No?”

“Then no, you don’t need to.” the teacher answered, shrugging.

“... Why do I feel like you’re not telling the full truth…” he muttered.

“Ha! That’s the fun part of dealing with Nezu: Even we don’t know!” Nemuri answered with a wry smile.

‘...Note to self…’ All the Toriko guests thought, ‘Don’t get on his bad side…’

“I know, I know...It’s just...an Isekai sounds so unbelievable.”

“Your dad begs to differ, honey.”

“That’s because he is a geek.”

“You are a nerd, Icchan…” Inko answered, chuckling.

“Those are two different things.”

“If you say so, dear.”

“Ok Quirker .”

“HEY!” the woman answered with an overly-hurt expression that made him chuckle.

Mina, Toru and Setsuna bursted out laughing. “Who knows Midori could be savage and is good at roasting~!” Mina shouted, still laughing.

“A bit of reeling between us, nothing much. I assure you I can dish-out just as well.!” Inko answered, chuckling.

“Madam, you and your son have a really good relationship, that’s good.” the Knocking Master said with a pleased nod.

“Grandma and Papa are amazing~” Eri stated, smiling happily.

“Yes they are, Eri-chan.” Mirio answered, patting her head to make her giggle.

Izuku and Inko looked happy at what Eri called them.

“Huhuhu! Just go there and give your best. Whatever happened during that coma left you with a Gift. If it was you to live as Zaus-san in another world, or it’s just his knowledge passing to you, what matters is that you now can do those things HERE as well. Chefs are supposed to be a gift, right? Heroes bring smiles by protecting people, chefs do it by filling their stomach, you said so yourself. Your dream is still the same, you can still do it.”

“Y-You think I can do this?” Izuku asked, scared.

“Yes I do. I believe in you, and your father does as well.” Inko answered.

“I-I will make you proud then!” the boy answered while marching up the stage with the other two Amateurs to take position at his small kitchen.

“We already are, Icchan!” Inko muttered with a small smile.

Izuku looked like he was going to cry in happiness hearing that. Light looked freak out and made something that would contain the on coming flood. “Safe!”

“Thank gods! I can’t swim!” Joy answered, already mid-blowing a large rubber duck.

“I was more worried about the place flooding,” Light stated.

“... How can he flood the place…?” Tina asked.

“Don’t underestimate him, Tina-san… Him and his mother… He could if he wanted.” Toru answered.

“... Are we sure that isn’t a Quirk?” Jurota asked, looking confused.

“You are being awfully mean!” Izuku muttered, dejected.

Said gentle beast man held his hands up. “We weren’t, dear sir, it just seems unreal that you can cry yourself a fountain without dehydration.”

“I can do that…But it’s very mean to point that out…”

“Okay… touchy subject, understand.”

On the stage -

“Good evening, people! Welcome to the fifth edition of our Cooking Showdown !” The Host of the event was a bald old man wearing a bright yellow tux addressing the audience under the stage through a gaudy golden mike.

Inko had in the meantime started recording everything on camera since due to the time difference Hisashi could not see it live, so he gently asked to have a recording of the thing sent through email once done, for bragging purposes other than further data for his theories about Izuku’s new Skills .

“Oh~” Nezu stated, getting a gleam in his eye. “Why would your husband want to study your son if his job isn’t something in the line of research~?”

“Eeeem….Ehm…” Inko uttered.

“Forget tears, she is making a puddle of sweat!” Nemuri said, shocked.

“Nezu-san! Please stop bullying my mother!” Izuku pleaded.

“Oh~ I’m not, I’m just making sure my student's safety is met~” Nezu stated, using an air-tight logical statement.

“ Bullshit! ” EVERYBODY, besides the kids, thought at the same time, no matter from which world they came from.

“As always we have three daring Challengers here to face against the Top 3 students of Inoshiki Culinary School , a friendly showdown to collect funds, so do not get too angry should you lose, you are facing Pros just to help the less fortunate, not to get fame! But let’s introduce the Challengers and their dishes, shall we?” the Host said while nearing the area left to the Amateur Chefs.

“Let’s start with you, you are?”

“Hi! I am Nana! Umibozu Nana! I will prepare my special Vegan Pork cutlet!” the young thirty-something woman replied with a wide smile.

“...There is nothing Vegan about pork cutlets, dear.” the Host commented, dryly.

“There is if you use Tofu instead of the meat of some poor pigs!” she answered, frowning.

“Then don’t call it pork , but whatever floats your boat, darling.” the old man answered, grimacing and walking towards the second woman.

“What about pork flavored Tofu…?” Toru asked. “Would it still be called that?”

“That… is actually a good question…” Ojiro agreed with her.

The class looked at the cooks.

“I think it depends,” Lunch Rush started. “If you use normal tofu then it’s Tofu Cutlets , if pork flavor, it might still be considered it… That or Pork flavored, Tofu Cutlets . It depends on who you ask.”

“Well, said,” Setsuno confirmed.

“Thank you,” he thanked her.

“Good evening, I am Mitsuki Bakugo. I will prepare my own version of the Oden.” Mitsuki answered, stealthily stealing a glance at Izuku next to her and flinching when she saw the boy take a tiny step aside to avoid her. And flinching harder when she saw Inko glare at her with all her strength.

“At least somebody here can prepare good food! Good to know!” the Host replied, smiling happily.

“Corpse eater!”

“Go suck a turnip, woman!” the Host replied with a scathing glare that silenced the first contestant, before finally focusing on Izuku.

“Oh! So rude!” Tenya said, appalled.

“He’s not a really good host if he lets his bias get to him,” Momo stated, frowning.

“I guess nepotism is behind it, probably he knows somebody in production, or one of the people that organize it,” Tina tried guessing.

“I say nepotism, he is too loud, rude and obnoxious to be there just because it's cheap .” Nezu answered.

“Cheap or not, if they are smart, they will keep that Cocky idiot away from any new event.” Zebra said, huffing.

“Hi! I am Izuku Midoriya and...And I... Uhm ...I-I will prepare a dish called ‘Golden Fried Rice’ , with shrimps and pork belly meat.” Izuku muttered with a shy voice, and even the mic had trouble picking his answer up to make it audible for everybody else.

“Oh-Ooooh! A simple dish! You plan to make a lot of plates then?” the Host asked with a smile that kinda looked too mocking for Inko’s tastes.

“I-If it’s not a problem.” the boy answered.

“And there’s the nervous Izuku,” Mina teased, playfully.

“Oh dear, more food…” Jiro groaned, not knowing if she could take it, or would be willing to stop…

“Yeah! More food! Wooo!” Toriko instead couldn’t look happier, same for the others from his world, to the MHA people’s horror.

“But we just had a giant meal…” Mt. Lady started in horror.

“Giant is a subjective term, I fear.” Teppei answered with a nervous smile.

“If FatGums was here, he’d be in heaven,” Midnight stated.

“Fatgums?” Komatsu asked.

“He gains power by eating, basically. When Fat his body becomes almost impervious to attacks, but can then convert fat into energy to attack.”

“Sounds like a good man to have a meal with,” Toriko stated.

Light looked to his partners. “Should we add him, along with the Shields after this?”

“I vote yes,” Xara voted.

“I am okay with that! Should I bring them here myself?” the Eye asked.

“NO!” both shouted at the eye.

“Nobody understands my art…”

“What art…?” the two asked flatly.

Nana looked at the other spirits. “I’m so glad we can eat without getting full…”

“Aah! Yes! Twist the knife in the wound! Remind us you can eat all you want and not get fat! UNFAIR!” Mina hissed in anger.

“It’s a sore spot,” Tsuyu explained.

“OOh!” answered the ghosts.

“Actually you guys won’t,” Toriko stated.

Coco nodded. “It’s true.”

“A bit of secret extra of food cooked our way, super nutritious, not useless fats.” Setsuno added.

“You mean-?” all the girls questioned.

“Yep, the only thing you’ll get is becoming stronger~” Toriko stated, smiling.

The girls cheered in happiness, all looking at Izuku.

“...Why are they looking at me like that?” Izuku muttered, shivering.

“Dude, you are in big shit…” Kaminari answered once he too noticed the strange looks the girls kept sending Izuku.

“It won’t be if it will actually be good! Let’s introduce the Judges now!” the guy answered before kind of shoving Izuku away for a girl to walk forward.

“As you know we usually have a panel of both teachers and common people to decide who is the winner, but this year we have a special threat! Our association, the one usually collaborating with Inoshiki School to prepare this event, has managed to strike a deal with a famous Japanese Chef that accepted being our head judge and even brought along some colleagues. 

So please, give an applause to Chef Samui, owner of the legendary three Michelin Star Samui Restaurant in Tokyo, and his friends!” the woman declared as five judges dressed in fine Chef attires all sat together at the same long table on the right side of the stage.

“Only three stars…?” Zebra asked, unimpressed.

“ONLY?!” Momo yelled.

“Oh, yes, 3 stars is the rank of Chefs just out of cooking school back home. I myself am a ten star one.” Komatsu answered.

“Wait, you can have more than Five Stars!?” Sato asked in shock.

“At their level? Not surprising. You’ll see.” Xara answered.

“... Just what the hell are your guys Normal standards?” Denki asked in shock, mostly rhetorically.

“Weeell, a Normal Chef is required to handle pretty much an entire kitchen by themselves, mostly. I remember I had to cook an entire Full Course Menu for two hundred to get my job, alone. Then there is Ingredient Handling, Recipe making, Special Preparation Ingredients preparation…It’s hard to put it in perspective with your Chefs. I would need to see one in action.” Komatsu answered.

“... Dude… I was being rhetorical…”

All of them also sported on their chests the insignia of the restaurants where they worked, and not one of them had less than two tiny stars under those restaurants’ names, meaning that all of them were definitely Pros.

“Thank you for the warm welcome! It’s a pleasure to see my Alma Mater , Inoshiki School, still producing such amazing Chefs, so I am honored to be here to give my own two cents on their level of preparation!” the Head Chef, Samui, declared once the applause calmed down and the mic was passed to him.

“We will be strict, though. So be advised, we want you to give your best!” the man said before sitting down on his chair in the middle of the judge formation.

“Well, you heard the man! When we’ll give you the start signal, you will have forty minutes tops to prepare your dish, so don’t slack off!” the Host yelled in glee.

‘F-Forty minutes only? Oh, God!’ Izuku thought in worry as the Host started listing the plates the Students will prepare, and all of those sounded very complex compared to his.

“That’s plenty of time,” Komatsu stated.

“For you others, and maybe Lunch Rush. For normal people?” Kaminari asked.

“If he doesn’t screw-up, he will be able to barely pull it off.” Lunch Rush answered.

“Oh, he will~” Zeus stated, smirking.

“A-At least somebody believes in me!” Izuku said, frowning.

“I didn’t mean like that, dude! Come on!”

Jiro used her jack to hit his ear and send her heartbeat through.

“EEEK!”

“What’s wrong? Afraid? Since when?”

“Uhu?” the boy thought in surprise at hearing a deep baritone voice.

He recognized it as Zaus’ Appetite Demon, a very prideful Food Spirit that very rarely talked with the man, and that after the events with Joie fully turned his back to the Chef and never again talked with him. Why was he there? And why did he talk to Izuku?

“This is your second chance, Partner! You want redemption? Seize it! Be a Chef again and do NOT lose your way again!”

You can’t retire, Zaus-chan! Once a Chef, always a Chef!

“You always knew how to ignite my competitive fire, Setsuno.” Zaus admitted, chuckling.

“Hohohoho! You were the only one able to actually give me a Challenge, so I was personally motivated to keep YOU motivated!” the old woman answered.

“Izuku needs someone like that,” Inko stated.

Izuku blushed madly. “Mom!!!”

“That’s what Shoto is around for!” Mina said.

“True.” Todoroki added, nodding.

“WHAT?! HALF-N-HALF?! WHY HIM?!” Katsuki demanded.

“Do you want a list alphabetical or numerical…?” Xara asked dryly.

“STFU!”

“You are a good Rival too, Kacchan!” Izuku said.

“Is no one going to point out the other voice inside Izuku…?” Mineta asked.

“You know the cliche of Truths being too much for a mortal mind to withstand without melting?” Tenya said.

“Yes?”

“There, we are willfully ignoring the issue to not go too deep into Forbidden Knowledge .”

“Setsuno?”

“That’s a memory, you buffoon! She is not here! I am here, and I want to eat, not be your nanny! So don’t expect me to hold your hand or talk to you whenever you are nervous! I followed you here just for one reason: FOOD! So dry your tears and straighten your back! Do you still have your skills? Then use them!”

“Ready? Three...two...one...GOOO! Your time starts now!” the Host yelled, giving start to the Challenge.

“I...I can still be a Chef? Even after what I did as Zaus? As a Villain?” Izuku thought in worry while mechanically collecting the Ingredients he needed from the communal fridge they all were given access to.

“Before is before, now is now! You were Zaus, now you are Izuku! Who the Hell cares?! The Ingredients want to give you another chance, so where’s the problem!? Grab the knife and do your job! You heard me?! It doesn’t matter if you are Zaus or Izuku now! You are both!”

“I am...Both?”

(Small soundtrack suggestion to listen while reading: Toriko OST, Tosou Honnou )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOJnW0QNy_0&t=43s&ab_channel=Sworanga

“Hey! I know this one! It was on the radio often back home! The jingle for that ad!” Toriko said, humming along.

Jiro was bobbing her head to the music. “Good choice in music.”

Xara gave a thumbs up. “It’s good motivational music. Your world has its own good music as well.”

“Thank you! I like that jingle…What was it? The one for the Hero Convention opening…” Jiro answered.

“ You Say Run , Jiro-san!” Izuku answered.

“That one! That too has a damn good rhythm!”

“Yes, damn it! You are still a Chef at heart? Then COOK!” the Appetite Demon said with a fierce roar, and from the outside, everybody saw the young teen eyes turn inhumanly sharp as he grabbed a kitchen knife...And performed a Miracle.

CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

“JESUS!” Kinoko shrieked.

“DON’T SAY HIS NAME LIKE THAT! BUT YES, HOLY SHIIIT!” Ibara echoed right after, the kids ears covered automatically by Izuku and Mirio.

All of 1-B looked at said girl. “D-Did you just swear, Ibara?” Juzo asked in shock.

“I knew Setsuna was corrupting you!” Itsuka groaned in horror.

“I think she was just too shocked at what Izuku did to not react properly,” Yui stated in her blunt tone.

“That’s me?!” Izuku asked, shocked.

“That will be you, once done learning.” Zaus answered.

Just then the aroma appeared again for the cooking.

“Oh man… Just him chopping the food is making the aroma smell come on…” Kamui stated.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to worry about our weight~!” Mt. Lady stated, pumping her arm up in a cheer.

“I can’t shrooming believe that he is cooking that fast…HOW?!” Kinoko asked with bulged-out eyes.

The judges were speechless, the shy kid had picked-up speed to the point the knife could NOT be seen at all and utensils went swapped at unreal tempo.

“I am Izuku... Cutting.” The kid muttered as ingredients went cut into thin slices with just one slice of the knife, so fast the boy would just hit the counter to have the Ingredients jump-up for him to cut while they were still in mid-air.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” the Heroes uttered as one. The kids' ears were covered by Izuku and Mirio again.

“I am Zaus... Braising.” he then whispered as the fire roared to life under the wok and the meat went braised to absolute PERFECTION .

“I am both! Sauteing!`` At the same time other pans hovered over the flames in complete stillness with only the Rice and Shrimps in there moving without stopping.

The more he cooked the clearer Izuku’s memories as Zaus became and his movements more precise, everything then became his own skills instead of implants from reincarnation, until ‘Izuku’ and ‘Zaus’ became one and the same, a single being!

And Food Honor was returned to the young Chef!

“Plating!”

TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!

“This scent! Oh my God!” Nemuri muttered.

“This… This is just a rice dish…” Hiryu stated. “How does it smell so good…?”

“Love for the Ingredients. The more you respect and show them Love, the better they taste.” Toriko said.

“... I would have called bull on that… But with you lot, I’d believe it,” Snipe stated.

“I find it irrational to want food, I just go with juice packs… But I’ll make an exception for this…” Aisawa stated.

“I can eat your share too, no problem then!” Tetsutetsu said, smirking.

“Try and they shall never find your corpse!” he stated, his Quirk activating.

“Don’t mess with him bro,” Kirashima warned. “He’s not one to mess with.”

Toriko actually shivered seeing that glare. “I’m so glad I wasn’t the one to say it first…”

“I am all for it instead! Ha-ah! Once done I want to see how hard that metal skin is!” Zebra answered with a savage smile.

“What about me?” Kirashima asked. “I want to see how my Unbreakable form is now with this superfood charging me up~!”

“Not against Zebra. I saw him turn a mountain to dust with a single punch, he doesn’t know the meaning of the word gentle when fighting.” Coco suggested, sighing.

Tetsutetsu and Kirashima looked at Zebra with awe in their eyes. “SO MANLY!!!”

Sunni chuckled. “Looks like you have fans Zebra~”

“Tche! As long as they don’t get cocky, don’t get pushy and don’t touch me, I can live with that,” Zebra stated, but the ghost of a smirk crept on his face.

Plates upon plates, in an absurd number, were delivered as soon as the dish was ready, each plate not even having the time to fully rest on the counter and the boy was already back to cooking more.

“Is...He’s covering the work of an entire kitchen staff by himself…” one of the judges muttered in horror.

“Too slow, my body still can’t keep up!” Izuku thought in worry as he knew that had his body moved like his old one as Zaus, he would have done at least ten times the amount of plates he was preparing in that moment. If not more.

“Faster than that?” Momo asked, appalled.

“Oh, yes. I am much faster than that, normally. And I expect Izuku to become even faster than me once ready.” Zaus answered.

“I will do it, promise.” Izuku answered, determined. “And with my Quirks, I’ll be even faster than you ever were!”

Zaus gave a smile, both proud and challenging. “I hope so kid~!”

“I don’t like how chummy they are getting…” Toshinori muttered, dejected.

“Jealous much?” Nezu and Gran asked, amused.

“Well he is Izuku, so it stands to reason they’ll be close, he is supposed to build over what Zaus did before. So the man obviously wants his reincarnation to become even better than what he was.” Tsu stated bluntly.

“I-I-I can’t keep up! What the f***?!” One of the people in the audience, a girl with a speed-related Quirk, was feeling dizzy as her eyes could not keep up with  what he was doing on stage.

“GO, ICCHAN! GOOOO!” Inko in the meantime was going WILD in cheering for her son, nobody could miss the fact she was incredibly proud of him.

TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!

Inko in the audience was the same way, crying tears of joy for her son.

“H-He’s moving faster than what I can do…” Iida stated in awe. “I must get better!!! I will train harder than ever to keep up with you Midoriya!”

“Good luck with that, boy. That’s nothing yet.” Knocking Master answered, emptying yet another booze bottle Joy gave him.

“... Since when could we have alcohol here?” Death Arms asked.

“You can, just need to ask,” Light stated. He then saw some of the teens going to ask. “And no, only the adults can ask, no minors..” That shut them up fast, and made them pout.

“Maybe later…” Joy whispered, he also tried to wink, but failed spectacularly.

Light and Xara hit him over the ‘head’ . “NO ALCOHOL TO MINORS!!!”

“Spoilsports.”

“I-Is he cooking for everybody?!” The girl cooking next to Izuku shrieked in awe as the plates kept amassing, all absolutely perfectly-done and at a rate the staff struggled to keep-up and deliver them even while focusing on Izuku alone.

“HOW?!” Mitsuki asked, horrified.

“H-H-Hoy! Slow down!” The Host asked, scared.

“NO! You others hurry up!” Izuku roared in determination, making the idiot FINALLY shut-up, and to the others’ awe, or horror in case of the other contestants, he actually went even faster .

“ Gurgle! ” Monoma dry-heaved.

“Dude, don’t look at the hands! I tried following those and I almost puked my soul out!” the mantis boy said with a grimace.

Iida’s jaw dropped, his glasses started to crack. “... I think we broke Iida…” Ojiro stated.

“Izuku is breaking a few laws of physics without a Quirk. It was bound to happen.” Mezo answered.

“I think he’s already top hero material in this world…” Mic stated, jaw dropped. “How is ours going to be…?”

“Problem child is even more of a problem now…” Aizawa groaned, feeling the headaches coming.

“Sorry?” Izuku tried apologizing.

“That doesn’t help.”

“Looks like Izuku will be amazing now,” Nana stated to the other vestiges, who nodded.

“Yes, Chef!” It was maybe an unconditional reflex, but the students answered with the same tone they normally used in the kitchen where they worked, all for their astonishment while they picked-up the pace to keep-up with the kid.

“Other than the time needed for the ingredients to actually cook...T-That speed is unreal!” one of the Judges muttered with wide eyes.

“No, he is still faster than that…” the Head Judge growled.

“Uh?”

“He is shortening the time needed by doing everything at the same time, but instead of having somebody helping him, he is doing it alone. Is he using his Quirk to speed-up his movements.” the Michelin Chef hissed in annoyance.

“Actually, He is Quirkless.”

“WHAT?!” 

“Normal reaction for finding something out that is shocking,” Ectoplasm started with a nod.

“Well, in their defense, they don’t know about his Gourmet Cells. So for them he is a powerless Human doing the impossible.” Coco answered.

“That’s because they have a very closed mindset that seems to be all about ‘ No Quirk equals impossible ” and unfortunately it is present in our world too.” Nezu added, displeased.

“These people are irrational…” Aizawa stated in an irritated tone of voice.

“Kind of stupid too, but that’s just me.” Mic added.

“Second, hn! There is nothing uglier than somebody putting people down just for some empty ideals.” Sanni added.

“No man is created equal…” Izuku stated, looking down. “I learned that at age four…”

“Created Equal? No, that is true. But we all have that single chance to shine and reach the top all the same. It may take A LOT of effort, more than the Gifted need, but everybody can get there. Toriko and the other Kings started with absolutely nothing, and yet look at them now! They got an occasion with their adoptive father Ichiryuu and used it to become great! You got a chance thanks to All Might-Chan, so you can now do the same! Man up! You can do it!” Knocking Master answered, patting the young man’s head as a show of support.

Izuku looked like he was going to cry, glad another person was willing to believe in him as well. He then became determined. “I’ll do my best Knocking Master…!”

Knocking Master grinned and laughed. “I can’t wait boy~!”

“He is Quirkless, that is all natural talent.” the woman repeated while showing them the copy of the medical test Inko brought along.

“Impossible!” the Chef yelled in disbelief.

It was indeed impossible, because who was cooking was the second Legendary Chef of another world, second only to a woman with unfathomable skills called a ‘National Treasure’ , but since there was no Setsuno in his original world, Izuku’s abilities could really be called ‘Peerless’ .

The skills of the King of Chefs!

“And with them, I’ll become the greatest hero and chef of all time~!” Izuku cheered.

“That you will! Hahahahaha!” Zaus answered, laughing happily.

“Hero First, Chef Second.” Toshinori hissed.

“Or else?” and with that Zaus smile disappeared instantly and he moved to stand nose-to-nose with All Might.

“Can’t I be both at the same time…?” Izuku asked, trying to defuse the situation. “Heroes have other jobs as well.”

“He is my Heir first!” 

“He is my Reincarnation, you fool!”

“Uh… All Might, Zaus-Sensei…?” Izuku called out to the two again.

“Hero!”

“Chef!”

“What now?”

“Let me take care of this, Izuku-chan.” Setsuno offered with a kind smile.

Then the smile disappeared.

“ CUT IT OUT! ” The roar that she released actually cracked the walls, but made the two stop immediately.

“HEY! WATCH THE BUILD!” Light shot back, fixing the building back up.

All Might and Zaus looked at the woman, sweating in fear.

“Good. Now sit down properly and stop arguing like two kids, otherwise I will treat you like kids and spank you until your backsides bleed!” the woman ordered.

“Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes ma’am!” they both nodded, sitting back down.

“Hahahahaha! Secchan, you still have that fiery temper I love! I am glad!” Knocking Master said, both amused and fond.

Gran was laughing his ass off. “I like your style lass~!”

“Woah-WOAH-WOAH! Back off!” Knocking Master hissed.

“All this Jealousy is irrational.” Aizawa offered.

“What?” Gran looked confused. “I was complimenting her on handling Toshi like that. That’s all.”

“Hohoho! Two strapping men fighting over me! Oh! I feel so young once again!” Setsuno said with a red face.

“Get here so I can kick your ass, brat!” Knocking Master roared.

“Brat? Just because you are ANCIENT doesn’t mean I won’t snap you in half!” Gran Torino answered.

“Things got worse…” Coco said, sighing. Toriko and some of the students were laughing at the  sight of what was going on.

“I can help.” Zebra said, taking-in a huge breath.

“ SOUND BAZOOKA! ” using his own powers, the Heavenly King released a LOUD explosion of sound that silenced everything.

“He is louder than you, Mic.” Nemuri said, smirking.

“Volume doesn’t matter, it’s how you use your voice…” Yamada answered, dejected.

“Please keep calm, we are all friends here.” Light said.

“Sorry.”

“GAH!!!!” Jiro shouted in pain, holding her ears that were now bleeding.

“Jiro!” Izuku shouted, seeing this and ran over to help her.

“Bring her to me now so I can heal her,” Recovery Girl ordered.

Izuku did just that.

“Here, use this. It’s an artificial membrane to repair eardrums.” Knocking Master explained, offering her a thick syringe.

“That works miracles, he used that to heal me too!” Komatsu added.

Recovery Girl used it with her Quirk, and Jiro looked better. Jiro sat up, and glared at Zebra, a glare that was soul piercing.

“Bwahahaha! Sorry, sorry! Didn’t know about your sensible ears, girl. Next time I’ll warn yah!” the man answered, patting her head and laughing.

Jiro shoved her jack in his ear, still pissed, and sent her heartbeat through to him. “Now we’re even…”

“Eh! Good girl. Nice sense of retribution. KIDDO! Remember to marry this one too!” Zebra, ears bleeding, still gave a savage smile and moved to have his own ears fixed. Izuku went tomato red after hearing that.

“Man, I thought Zebra would have been pissed at her,” Toriko stated, surprised.

“He has mellowed out a bit after knowing Komatsu, his ‘ cocky Threshold’ has risen just enough to save that girl.” Sanni answered.

“I also think he commends her for not being afraid to retaliate, even though she knows he’s stronger,” Coco added. “He’s given her his respect.”

“Hoy! I can hear you!” Zebra growled.

“We don’t care!” the other three Kings answered in chorus.

“Also, are they wrong?” Jiro asked him, getting back up to go back to her seat.

“Forget it.”

“It means yes.” Setsuno whispered to her.

After everyone took their seats back, the show started up again.

- Forty minutes later - 

“Preparation complete. Sorry for the wait, please enjoy your meal.” Izuku declared with a bow a minute before the judges could actually stop the competition.

In front of him there were lots of plates, other than the five for the judges, of gold-coloured fried rice perfectly prepared, each plate a work of art finely decorated by an absurdly-detailed drawing of a cherry blossoms branch made of of soy sauce glace and flowers of sweet-and-sour sauce while on top of the rice stood a humble tiny patch of green leaves.

When the finished product was shown, everyone had gotten a bowl of rice.

“I know I am full… My stomach knows it's full… But I still want to eat this so badly!” Ochako admitted.

“Thank you.” Izuku answered, shy.

Monoma looked like he was trying to not want to eat it, but was drooling a bit from the look and the aroma.

“I’m guessing you don’t want it then~” Tetsutetsu stated. “I’ll just take-”

Monoma stopped him by grabbing his arm, glaring at him, and used Tetsu’s quirk. His angered face stating, ‘I don’t care who made it, I’m having my dish, or else…’

“Let him eat, please. Food should be enjoyed by all.” Izuku asked.

“Jeez, don’t worry, I was just joking.” Tetsu answered.

“...” Monoma gave a defiant glare, clearly hating that mercy , but still he devoured his dish with gusto. When he did… He started crying… Like he was remembering something from a happier time. When he wasn’t picked on for being called CopyCat, Quirk Stealer and other names that made him have his ego and inferiority complex.

“H-He made Monoma cry…” Istuka stated in shock.

“That's a miracle already,” Setsuna answered.

How on God’s green earth the boy actually got the time to also take care of ‘Decoration/Presentation’ was anybody’s guess, but every person present agreed on the fact that the smell was truly, literally DIVINE.

“Holy shit, I am hungry…” Katsuki muttered while swallowing down what felt like the fourth mouthful of saliva.

“Yeah, well, good f***ing job at alienating the family, now you won’t be invited to dinner any time soon!...Neither will I…” Mitsuki answered, bitterly, once walking down from the stage after delivering her dishes to the judges.

“...Goddamnit…” the young teen swore under his breath as no plate even just passed close to him and his mother, making the two of them part of the few that did not receive any.

“That is unfair! Why was I singled out and got nothing?!” Katsuki demanded.

“Uh… You got your own you know…” Tsu pointed out, pointing to Katsuki’s bowl.

“It’s a matter of principle!”

“Your counterpart there is FAR from being a saint,” Momo said.

“Yeah, wasn’t he the one to put that Izuku into a coma?” Toru added.

“... Screw him then… My parents shouldn't suffer though for my other’s actions,” Katsuki stated firmly.

“Zebra Jr. has a heart then, hn!” Sanni said, impressed.

“OH SHUT UP YOU FLASHY BASTARD!” Katsuki and Zebra shouted at him.

“Birds of a feather…” Komatsu muttered. Both glare at the cook.

“We will now proceed with our judgment of the dishes. Starting with Midoriya-san’s rice.” the judge’s spokeswoman declared.

“Icchan…” Inko muttered while accepting the dish her son brought her himself.

“Please don’t start, mom! I am already a nervous wreck by myself!” Izuku begged, shivering violently thanks to his nerves.

- Judge Table -

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“This looks very nice.” one of the judges admitted while studying the plate and steadfastly ignoring the LOUD gurgling coming from his stomach.

“That looks damn nice alright! Just like this. AND GODDAMNIT IT TASTES AWESOME TOO!” Kirishima answered with starry eyes.

Monoma nodded in agreement.

“It seems Izuku’s food has made Monoma better,” Yui stated.

“That was a Miracle even I didn’t expect to see coming,” Ibara admitted.

“...” Again Monoma was left with just his middle fingers to do the talking for him.

“Really…?” Itsuka questioned him.

“...” He just shrugged. He did have an image to keep. He would be a little better about his rivalry with 1-A though, not being too egotistical towards them.

“I vote to have Midori take care of lunch and dinner back to UA once we are done here. Who’s okay with that?” Mina asked.

“Aye!” all the girls cheered.

Izuku sweatdropped. “... I know I should use the practice… but why do I fear what those girls will do to me…?”

“Too late for that, my student. You are a Chef too now. You cannot leave a stomach empty, especially a friend’s.” Zaus answered.

Izuku could only pout, knowing he was right.

On top of the white porcelain plate stood the pearl-like rice grains, with every grain perfectly wrapped in the gold of the egg yolk the boy used like a sauce; the egg was not completely cooked either, but had been left slightly viscous to better hug the tongue once eaten.

The egg dressing in it literally turned the rice Golden as the dish name implied, it even left behind thin threads like molten gold when lifted by the chopsticks thanks to its semi-liquid consistency.

"It...It is shining like gold!" Head Judge Samui exclaimed in wonder while studying his plate.

Not one of them had ever thought that it would be possible for a plate of Egg-Fried Rice to look like a piece of artwork, and when the judges actually tried it, the egg sauce fully mixed with the rice grains and solidified to create an explosion of taste that together with the tender and syrupy pork belly meat, the mix of spices and shrimps moved them to tears of awe.

“Alright everyone, dig in,” Izuku ordered with a smile.

“Already doing it!” Toru answered mid-bite and her mouth finally became visible thanks to the egg sauce around her lips.

“Please show some manners! You are not a pig!” Tenya said, appalled. He was eating fast, but kept his decorum.

“How am I still hungry after eating that feast~!?” Mt. Lady asked, smiling happily while she ate.

“Hoo! It’s happening already? That Izuku-chan really is already at an amazing level!” Setsuno said.

“What is happening?” Tina asked.

“The food is awakening their body’s true power. Not Gourmet Cells, but more of a Hidden Potential, and that requires a lot of energy, ergo, a lot of good food!” the old woman answered.

“How?...How did he do it?...How?…” The Michelin Chef kept asking himself between mouthfuls, as while the rice tasted Godly, each bite of that Heaven also felt like a stab to his honor as a Chef, until tears started flowing from his eyes without control, he was weeping in defeat and yet he could not stop himself from eating more.

“Is he okay?” one of the judges asked, shamelessly talking with her mouth full but unable to stop eating long enough to ask.

“I think,” Burp! “I think the boy crushed his spirit with a plate of rice. And Goddamnit this tastes amazing! Gotta ask him the recipe…” another Judge answered while rudely licking his plate clean, uncaring of people seeing him doing that.

“I thought you hated rice, that’s why you have none on your restaurant’s menu.”

“I may change my stand on rice after this!”

“Hell yeah! I don’t really like risottos either, but I can eat this every day!” Pony answered, happy.

“I must not give into the sin of gluttony…” Ibara stated. “But this food is like that made for God himself… I cannot stop loving it…”

“Enjoying food is not a sin, Ibara-san. It was made to bring smiles. We Chefs do not make dishes to hurt people, but to bring happiness, so please, eat as much as you want, your friend did it out of Love, not hatred or greed.” Komatsu answered with a gentle smile.

Ibara took her bowl, and took a bite. She had a smile and a blessed look on her face. “Thank you lord for bringing this man into our world…”

“Chefs are a gift, Ibara-san. I have learned that their mission in the end is not different from a Hero’s. That is why I swear I will become both a great Hero and a great Chef. You others can come eat with us too whenever you want, you know? I will cook for you too!” Izuku offered, kindly.

Ibara looked to the sky and asked, “God, did you make Izuku an angel as well when you reincarnated him from Zaus?”

“He does have that quality about him,” Ochako stated in agreement.

“Little bastard is getting a harem…Fucking hate him…” Mineta grumbled, eating his food in angrily.

“Then drop dead,” Katsuki answered, uncaring.

- With Inko - 

“ICCHAN!” Chomp! “I am so proud of you!” NOM! “Dammit this is amazing…” Inko, between mouthfuls, complimented her kid and actually wolfed down the remaining rice so to then throw away the empty plate and hug him as hard as she could.

“Glad you like it, mom!...I-It’s kind of a rush job though, if you want tomorrow I can make it again and properly!” Izuku answered with a sorry expression.

Properly…Properly…Properly...Properly…

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” everybody from MHA yelled as one, this time it was Setsuno to cover the kids ears.

“I thought it was clear.” Izuku admitted, blushing.

“Lord above… If this is just a rush job… what would a proper one be…?” Ibara asked. “This is already devine…”

“No way this was rushed! I refuse to accept it!” Kinoko screeched.

“Uh?”

“Wounded cook pride, Icchan. She is just a bit jealous.” Pony explained.

Kinoko grabbed the greenette by the collar and shook him. “Please teach me your ways, oh great cooking lord! I am not worthy of what you call food to make!”

Sato looked in awe. “Can I get this good…?” he asked no one in particular.

“I could tell it did have something missing,” Lunch Rush stated. “Just couldn’t tell what, even for me.”

“A very good start for somebody that just awakened my Skills. I can see the enormous potential.” Zaus added, pleased with the result.

Utter silence fell in the small square as Izuku’s words echoed in everybody’s ears and pierced their minds like a searing-hot blade.

“This...This is a Rush Job ?” Inko asked, shocked.

“Yes, I had to cut corners and make it immediately instead of preparing the Ingredients beforehand to truly bring out the best taste they have to offer. Sorry.” the boy answered, looking down in shame, as the Zaus part of him knew the dish could be way better if done properly, but he had not proper equipment or time to work with, especially while working with that dull slab of metal they gave him and had the gall to call a kitchen knife.

“…”

“...WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'' After a long silence a loud wailing of despair was heard as Samui broke in tears while tearing away the restaurant name from the front of his attire to throw it on the floor and then bury his face in his arms to cry even harder.

Izuku’s victory was a given at that point, what was more important to mother and son (and from afar, Hisashi) was that it was the first time the young teen could call upon Zaus’ Chef knowledge while still being in full control and without the feeling of depersonalization Izuku felt whenever he tried remembering something of his life as the man.

“Can’t blame the man from crying. I know I felt like doing it too.” Kinoko admitted.

“I’m sorry Komori-san” Izuku apologized to the mushroom girl, bowing to her.

“Don’t apologize. It was eye opening.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean to make you feel bad… Food is supposed to make people happy,” Izuku stated.

“Then teach me and we are even!” she answered, smirking.

“Sure!”

“...Aaand a kiss to the cheek.”

“Wait, what!?” Izuku asked in shock.

“Dang… Izuku’s going to have a lot of girls to marry~” Toriko teased.

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Ochako roared.

“Don’t think I am afraid of that, little mushroom.”

“Do you want to kiss each other as well?” Toriko asked the girls.

“NO!”

“A kiss from him then?” Coco added with a small smile.

“...Yes.” many answered.

“Wait what…?” Izuku asked, looking lost. “Why me though? I’m nothing too special…”

“Apparently you are, Young Midoriya. And there is nothing wrong with that!” Toshinori answered.

“So many grandbabies~!” Inko cheered in happiness.

“MOM!!!” Izuku shouted in shock at his mother.

“You know, Polyamory is a thing after the awakening of Quirks,” Nezu stated, wanting to see the fireworks. “You can marry more than one wife and/or husband Midoriya, I do know you’re bisexual~” 

“NEZU-SAN YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” Izuku shrieked.

“It was just a bit of humor, relax! Yahahahahaha!”

All the girls looked to one another, and gave a nod to each other that they would talk about this after the episode.

- I-Island – A week later - 

“Your son is a damn monster, Hisashi!” The man’s assistant said once visioned the footage Inko sent him.

“Yep! And I am damn proud of him!” Hisashi answered, smirking.

“I KNEW IT!” Nezu yelled in triumph.

“FUUUUU…Dge!” the two Midoriyas shrieked, and censored themselves, in chorus.

“Nezu was right again… like always…” Midnight stated, dryly.

“Why did they have to show where dad/Hisashi works…?” the two Midoriyas asked, anime tears flowing.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this, guys, please,” Izuku begged everyone there.

“So your father…?” Aizawa asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He’s a scientist at I-Island, yes… He works to understand powers besides Quirks…” Izuku stated in defeat.

“Yes. A Researcher.” Inko agreed, in defeat as well.

“Then I guess we have no choice, legally speaking, I-Island can violently force our silence, and since that would put you and your mother in danger as well, blowing your secret will endanger all of us.” Aizawa answered.

“Not that we needed any threat or incentive to help a friend!” Mina added, and the others nodded along.

“Lips are sealed for us too!” Itsuka confirmed, as the Leader of class 1-B, even Monoma nodded. He was arrogant, not stupid.

The heroes nodded as well. “We’ll help them as well, since we might have awakened other abilities with your food,” Death Arms stated. “I do feel something, just not sure what.”

The Midoriyas let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you all…” They thanked them.

“We’re from another universe, but we'll keep it as well,” Toriko stated, the others nodded. “Who knows, if you can get to our world somehow, we could help your world out more.”

“And you say he needs proper knives to do a better job?”

“At the very least, listening to him, the Ingredients HERE are way easier to use compared to Zaus’ ones, but still, at least the knives he would like to have are like his old ones.” the man answered.

“And that means?”

“Since we have no Melk here. We’ll need to borrow the instruments of Lab 3 to create durable blades with edges sharpened to nano-metric levels.”

“Nano-metric?! Too sharp!”

“Your father is a bit excessive,” Coco said, chuckling

“Hisashi has always lived following a main mantra: Go big or Go home , he always overdoes…” Inko answered with a sigh of dismay.

“We love him… but he can be a bit too much at times…” Izuku stated, sweat dripping.

“...I saw Icchan peel a raw egg with a cheap knife. Peel it, Tamaki. He gave a single swipe and the thing lost its shell like a damn orange and the egg inside was left standing up by itself before splattering down a second later. It looked like something out of a damn manga!” Hisashi said while reproducing said video on the computer, along with many others from the various Tests he had Izuku go through.

“...Is that a living fish skeleton?” Tamaki asked, faintly.

“Icchan calls it Food Honor . Whatever it is, he used it to filet a fish so fast the fish did not notice.”

“How the f*** does THAT work?!”

All the MHA characters' jaws dropped, the kids were in awe by seeing that.

“J-Just… how…?” Iida asked. He then looked at Toriko. “I-Is this that Food Honor thing you were talking about…?”

“ Food Honor : also known as Food Etiquette is both a customary and a philosophical practice of etiquette,” Zaus started to explain to them. “As a bonus, while learning Food Honor the body will begin to auto-correct its movements, removing all actions deemed unnecessary and increasing concentration. This allows more efficient use of calories, granting greater stamina, speed, and power though the practitioner may not be immediately aware of the changes. Food Honor affects different people in different ways, for Gourmet Hunters like Toriko and the others, it increases their overall power and calorie consumption. For Chefs, it increases the delicacy in their movements, and it allows a Chef to prepare Ingredients so carefully, that the ingredients are unaware that they have been handled, like you saw with that fish.”

“B-But to the extent of it not feeling pain or anything when being prepared is… It shouldn’t be possible…” Momo stated, looking like her brain was trying to process this… this… abnormality to reason and logic.

“Miss Momo, it’s all about skills and love for the Ingredients, it may sound incredible to you and many others, but to us Chefs, what you saw is a level of Normalcy we all aspire to when we start our studies.” Komatsu answered, gently.

“You too can do that?”

“Yes, I, too, can, but I hardly use it as I work in a restaurant, so the Ingredients are already dead when I start working with them.”

“And don’t your Quirks tend to break rules at times, even if they are natural parts of you?” Toriko asked them.

“.. I mean…” Izuku started. “He isn’t wrong… Some Quirks do tend to defy logic when in use…”

Iida and Momo thought about it. “Huh… I guess we never noticed…”

“People tend to look over things when they are used to it,” Xara stated. “We’ve seen so many things, that logic is just a word people use to define Normal .”

This gave some of the guests something to think about.

“No idea. That is why I wanted your help to decipher what the hell happened to my boy during his coma. He either got an Isekai and came back, or he somehow downloaded information inside his brain from another world.”

“The brain scan shows nothing out of ordinary besides brain activity way superior than normal, but it still covers the areas of the brain it’s supposed to.” the Assistant said.

“Blood pressure too is normal. Muscles mass too, and yet speed and reaction times are like you saw.” Hisashi added while passing a hand in his messy hair, something he deeply regretted passing to his boy.

“Absurd?” Tamaki said, smirking.

“It’s not exactly a proper scientific term, but I’ll let it slide.”

“Don’t be pedantic, dear. Absurd is a very apt term for this situation,” Inko said, sighing, and many that heard her chuckled at her defeated tone.

“There’s a phrase I like to use, ‘Magic is a Science we just don’t understand,’” Light quoted. “This can be one of those incidents here.” 

“To be fair, Food Honor is one of those things that just works the way it does, you see it happen and just accept it and move on. Even people fixated with research have at a certain point said ‘ Whatever’ and just admitted defeat. Just like with your Quirks, just accept Food Honor as what it is: Absurd, strange, hard to understand and yet perfectly normal. You will spare yourself a headache.” Knocking Master answered.

“I see it like super fast surgery for a chef,” Light, Izuku and Lunch Rush stated. “You do need steady hands to do both.”

“... Apparently those three can understand it…” Toriko stated, dumbfounded by this, and so were the others.

“Light is open minded by Nature. He has seen EVERYTHING the Multiverse has to offer, Izuku is a very inquisitive yet bright boy and Lunch Rush is a Chef himself. I am not as surprised as you lot, honestly.” Joy stated, still lazily floating about aimlessly.

“Almost everything,” Light corrected Joy. “It is infinite after all.”

“I still say we need a blood sample to run more tests.”

“They took one in the hospital under my request. Here’s the results.” Hisashi answered while displaying the results.

“...All in the norm, no anomalies detected.”

“Dad, is my blood still okay?” Izuku’s voice echoed inside Hisashi’s mind.

“Yes, Icchan. Those cells you talked about have not surfaced yet.”

“They will come out soon, dad. I can feel them stir awake whenever I eat…”

“We will keep them a secret, have no fear.”

“You know, I feel that as well…” Izuku stated.

“Wiggle under your skin, you mean?” Komatsu asked. “It was the same for me when they injected me with those, after a while it passed though.”

“It does feel odd,” Izuku stated.

“...”

“Come on, say it.” Nezu said, rolling his eyes.

“CAN I RUN A FEW TESTS OF A BLOOD SAMPLE OF YOU ALL?! PLEASE!” Recovery Girl blurted-out with a needy voice. She then coughed, getting back to normal. “Sorry about that. I just think with these cells, we could help a lot of people in our world with them. I’m getting up there in age, so I’ll need help and if these cells can help until I find a replacement, and others as well, that would be a boon to us.”

“You can just inject Gourmet Cells and live longer. I am a wee bit over 500 after all.” Setsuno said, chuckling.

“500!?’ they all shouted.

“Okay, from all the ridiculous things you’ve told us, I have to call bull on that,” Katsuki stated. “There is no way a person can live that long. … All For One notwithstanding.”

“Other world, other rules,” Tina answered, shrugging.

Katsuki groans, rubbing the sides of his head. “If we ever meet any other worlds that are bull… I’m going to have the nerd explain it in a way that actually makes sense to understand…”

“I’ll try,” Izuku stated.

“Hisashi?” the Assistant asked once seen the man look deep in thought.

“Sorry, just reminiscing about something trivial. You were saying?”

“That this makes no sense. If your boy is exactly as he was before the coma, then there should be no way he can do all that now . Let alone knowledge, he has the muscle memory to go with it, something years of practice gives you, not a coma! You said he would stutter once or twice in the past, but those stutters as you call them are not present in any of the videos I saw. 

Whatever separation there was between the two ‘Him’ , now it’s gone for good or close to be gone. And if we can’t find anything with info from before the coma, we will need to run tests now that he is awake and compare the results.”

“Do we have to?” Hisashi asked, scared.

“What are you hiding, Hisashi?”

“Oooh! Midoriya Sr did something naughty!” Mina said, smirking.

“Please word it differently, that sounded extremely dirty.” Jiro begged.

“I got the full story from Izuku, and there are details I know I MUST keep a secret. He doesn’t want to be a Hero anymore, he just wants to be a Chef and live a quiet life. He has abandoned a dream already, I don’t want him to lose another, especially if I know he can reach it!”

“Something happened to him, didn't it?”

“The changes are happening slowly, but are there. I want to see if those changes are dangerous to him, but I am too afraid of others using that data for their agenda.”

“You mean like All for One ?”

“Those people knew about him being alive?!” Toshinori said with a gasp.

“I think they might have a supposition,” Nezu stated.

“We all know a body was never found, he may still be out there.”

“That dangerous?”

“I got an explanation and saw it first-hand. It can be used by somebody with no remorse or care for collateral damages.”

“... Can Gourmet Cell be that dangerous…?” Denki asked the Toriko group.

“Not everybody can actually gain them. There are cases of bodies not being able to hold them. It basically causes them to grow exponentially but without control. Imagine a tumor taking over the entire body in a matter of seconds.”

“... If anyone can force those cells to obey him, that man could…” All Might stated lowly.

“It may be true, or it may be his undoing. Many tried controlling the Gourmet Cells, and all of them failed. They represent Evolution in its purest form. Just in case I would keep those FAR from your Villain.” Knocking Master answered.

“I concur.” Gran Torino answered.

“It may be harder than you think, due to how far that man’s reach can get and how patient he can be,” All Might added.

“Don’t be so catastrophic, that is how They win.” Toriko answered with an encouraging tone.

All Might huffed out a laugh. “You got a point there Toriko-Shonen.”

“Then it’s decided, me and you will need to be extra careful, but if your boy wants to give his best as a Chef instead of a Hero, I think I can help.” Tamaki offered with an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Tamaki. I really want to help my boy reach his full potential.”

“That’s corny, Hisashi.” the Assistant said, chuckling.

“Oh, shut up!” he answered, face red in embarrassment.

“Let’s say I can close an eye and let you use our instrumentation to help him reach the Full Potential you talked about...” the Lab director muttered, making both conspirators jump-up in fright.

“Yes, chief?” Hisashi answered with narrowed eyes.

“Tamaki-chan? Does your father work for I-Island?” Nejire asked.

“...No Comment.” the young man answered while avoiding looking at Nezu’s inquisitive eyes.

“Wait, so our dads could be working together?” Izuku asked.

“Again, no comment,” he repeated.

“You will answer my questions later.” Nezu said. And it was neither a question or anything else, it was cold facts, and both boys knew it.

“I expect him to take part in some tests all the same. Nothing invasive if you are so sure about his Secret being dangerous, but we still need to see if it can really be a threat or if your being his Father is making you worry for nothing.” the old man answered.

“No blood tests though. Really.”

“What’s in his blood, Hisashi?”

“Something I can’t talk about.”

“Why?”

“Too dangerous.”

“...A virus?”

“A mutation.”

“Can it spread?”

“Not if somebody does not steal his blood and tries to. And even then, it’s inadvisable.”

“How much?”

“Not everybody can withstand the strain, and I don’t want to think how Quirks would react to that.”

“Just like Coco-san said then, high mortality rate. Even All for One wouldn’t risk it until absolutely certain he could take it. “ Recovery Girl said, humming.

“True, but like I said before, he’s patient, he knows when to strike someone at their weakest,” All Might stated.

“Don’t wrap your head in bandages before actually breaking it, IF the worse happens, you all will be there to stop him. You are Heroes after all.” Teppei answered.

All the heroes gave nods of affirmation. The students did as well.

“I don’t know how much I can be of help though…” Hitoshi stated.

“You don’t really believe in yourself. Why? You look just as much a Hero as any of them,” Komatsu said, encouraging.

“My power is brainwashing… Take a wild guess what people thought of it… I’m doing better thanks to Midoriya opening my eyes.” He gave a small smile. “He does that a lot.”

“Coco-san can create poisons so strong a single drop can kill a thousand people, while Zebra-san has hunted-down and eaten dozen of species into literal Extinction, so people were always afraid of them, but I have known them personally, and I know they are great people instead… People sometimes are a bit foolish, but if you show them what you are, I know they will get around!” the short Chef answered.

Hitoshi gave a small smile again. “Guess you do have a point.”

“You know the Higher-ups will force us to tell them?”

“If they know about it, sir.” Hisashi countered.

“And he just wants to be a Chef?”

“A simple life as a Chef, he isn’t even sure he wants to open his own restaurant, just work in one. It doesn’t even have to be fancy.”

“...Goddamnit! Okay!”

“Sir?”

“Let me cover the few traces you two morons left behind then we’ll get to work in preparing his tests. And I hope your son's food is worth it.” the old man declared with a growl.

“I…”

“Hisashi?” the Chief said with narrowed eyes.

“I kind of sent a drone home to collect some?” Hisashi said with a weak smile.

“MIDORIYA!” the old man roared in fury.

“Daggit dad…” Izuku groaned with a facepalm.

“Hisashi… I love you… but you can be a right idiot…” Inko stated flatly.

“Can’t really hold it against him, the boy cooks damn good!” Tiger answered.

“Still…” the two Midoriyas stated flatly.

“I was having Soba withdrawals!” the man answered, whining.

“... Did he say Soba?” Todoroki asked, his face the same, but eyes sparkling.

“Ooh, boy! Here comes a part Shoto-chan will love!” Mina said, smirking.

“ Croack! You have a problem with Soba, Shoto-san, you have a dependency.” Tsuyu added.

“... It’s my favorite dish,” he answered her.

“For breakfast though is a bit too much.” Tenya added.

“We have strict rules about secrecy here, Midoriya. And even then, we have a perfectly fine cafeteria here…”

“It’s not the same.” Hisashi answered, offended.

“Fork it out then, let’s try.” 

“NO! It’s mine!”

“Are you denying your superior?!”

“YES!”

“Hisashi, man, just hand them over. It’s just soba.” Tamaki said, rolling his eyes.

“JUST SOBA?!...Fine!” he answered with a petulant tone, but still took out one of the boxes he held hidden in his office personal fridge.

Just then, the same Soba appeared for all of them.

“Yes! … It better be good, Midoriya.” Shoto hissed with narrowed eyes.

“Have my dishes been bad so far?” Izuku asked, a bit cheeky.

“No. But a warning never hurts.”

“Here, choke on them, you two. Hn! ”

“Drama Queen. Let’s see those skills of your brat,” the old man declared while shaking his head and taking a bite.

The audience did as well.

“...Midoriya?”

“Y-Yes?” Izuku asked, scared of Shoto’s INTENSE stare.

“If I let you marry my sister, do you promise to make Soba whenever I come visit?”

“Wait, what!?” Izuku asked in shock.

“You are marrying a lot of girls, I am taking my chance.”

“ISN’T THAT A BIT EXTREME!?”

On Shoto’s phone, he had a message he got from his sister before he got here: “ SO?! SO?! DID HE SAY YES?!” the short message said.

‘ I am working on it, Fuyumi. Just be patient. ’ Shoto thought to himself.

“...”

“He made them with common equipment and Ingredients found in every supermarket, just so you know. Nothing luxurious was used.”

“... These aren't even the best ingredients…?” Shoto asked, surprised on his face.

“It was probably a training dish,” Komatsu answered, shrugging.

“Not really, for some reason Dad likes a very specific kind of Ingredients that are very cheap and we can buy only in a small store close to our house. He always says he doesn’t like the taste of the more expensive ones.” Izuku answered.

“... I want to test what you can make with better ingredients,” Shoto stated firmly.

“Of course! As soon as we get back to UA.” Izuku answered, smiling.

Shoto only nodded, eating his Soba again.

“…”

“...”

“Say, how many knives do you reckon dear Icchan needs to do his best?” Hisashi’s Chief asked with a way-too-innocent smile that sent a chill up the man’s spine.

“I think the guys in Lab 13 have a new super-alloy that they did not know how to use, I bet they can make awesome pans with that as well!” Tamaki added from the sidelines.

“We’ll ask them to borrow some. Level 5 Secrecy of course.”

“At the very least, sir!”

“That’s high?” Tina asked.

“The maximum is Level 7.” Nezu answered.

“... And you know this… how…?” Toriko asked, looking suspicious of the chimera.

“Eh!” the Chimera only smiled sinisterly.

“Oh! And I believe that in exchange of your request of transferal back to Musutafu going through smoothly, I will be your dinner guest once a month, if you don’t mind paying for my silence with food.”

“Me too!”

“You will just stay quiet, Tamaki!”

“Okay, sir...damnit…”

“Everybody always mistreats us. It’s unfair.” Tamaki muttered, dejected.

“Not now, Tamaki-chan.” Nejire answered, eating her soba with gusto.

“...Exactly…”

“I wouldn’t,” Izuku stated, with a bright smile.

“UGH!” The guy groaned in pain, almost blinded by the sheer purity.

“Well Tamaki, Izuku is bi if you want to date him,” Mirio stated, patting his friend’s back. “I know he’d treat you right. We’d support you.”

“Really?!” Katsuki asked.

“Love is universal.” Izuku answered with a shrug. Tamaki could only curl up in a ball…But he did have a small smile.

“Okay, sir. You’ll have your bribe.” Hisashi muttered in answer.

“Wonderful! Now share with me those tests you talked about, I want to see them myself.”

“Oh, God...What have I done...I am sorry Icchan!” Hisashi thought in horror.

He just hoped nobody else would notice his son’s skill before securing his safety.

“Jinxed it!” Mina said, laughing thunderously at Izuku’s miserable expression.

“Dang it dad/honey…” Inko and Izuku groan at him.

Back to the mainland – Musutafu - Yaoyorozu household – Kitchen - 

There was a somber silence in the huge kitchen of the disgustingly-rich family, for a ‘Murder’ had happened there, with Ingredients being the victims.

It was a massacre, some strange gelatinous green sludge was slowly dripping from the walls and smelling like dirty socks, a small pan was burning in a corner while completely enveloped by flames and the oven was giving few last dying electric whimpers before finally succumbing, producing a tiny plume of black smoke and then letting its frontal panel detach and slam on the floor in a thousand pieces.

“Oooh…God…You weren’t supposed to see this…” Momo muttered in misery, hiding her face in her hands.

All the chefs winced seeing the “battle ground” .

“That will need a lot of work to fix,” Zaus said, grimacing.

“We have a team of architects, they will fix that in a couple days at most.” Momo answered.

“Uh? No, I mean her cooking talent. We are talking about your mother, yes?”

“Yes?” she answered.

“Uhm…I think I can fix that.” Izuku muttered with narrowed eyes, determined to help out.

“Indeed you can.” Zaus added.

“UH?!” Momo gasped out. “Y-You would do that…?”

Izuku smiled at her. “Even though she does have her work cut out for her, I can tell she puts her heart into making it for you~”

“Thank you…” Momo said with a bashful tone.

“The Harem keeps growing! It’s unfair!” Mineta shrieked in maddening rage.

“He’s got something you don’t…” Tetsutestsu stated to the midget.

“And what’s that!?” he roars at the metal man.

“An honest and kind soul…” he stated bluntly.

“Good personality, nice manners, good smile…” Kaminari listed out, counting on his fingers.

“Good head on his shoulders, bravery.” Tenya added.

“Loyalty.” Katsuki added.

“A big dick.” Mina added, smirking.

“AND HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!”

“...Have you seen yourself?”

Izuku went nuclear when he heard this. Heat was actually coming off him.

“WHY ARE YOU NOT DENYING THAT?!” Mineta demanded.

“I do have a ruler…Measures talk..” he muttered quietly.

“Why does this keep happening!? I just want to be good at cooking!” The lady of the house, Rei Yaoyorozu, wailed in tears while burying her face in her husband’s shoulder as he hugged her.

“I know, dear. But you are an amazing woman already, maybe it’s the Universe balancing things out by giving you some bad luck, otherwise you would be too perfect.`` The woman’s husband, Saito Yaoyorozu, answered while patting her back in a comforting manner, and at the same time sending an apologetic look at their family personal Chef, the guy was weeping at watching the sorry state the kitchen had been reduced to in merely five minutes.

“T-Too perfect?” Rei asked with a hopeful tone, breaking her husband’s heart by locking her now puffy red eyes with his.

“Of course, it is clearly a sick joke of the gods, pure jealousy.” the man answered, shamelessly ramping-up his compliments with zero hesitation, as for him there was never enough ‘Simping’ if it meant having the love of his life smile.

“Your husband is a good man.” Zebra said.

“...Did you just compliment somebody?” Sanni asked, dumbfounded.

“I do that from time to time if it is deserved.”

“Your parents seem nice, kero,” Tsu stated.

“They are,” Momo answered with a fond smile.

“You are so good to me!” Rei wailed while hugging him again.

“And so are you to me, dear! Come, while dear Takeshi makes a list of what it will need to be changed-”

“Damn near everything, sir!” the Chef interrupted him with a tone of horrified awe at the sheer destruction he was seeing.

“We will go watch some TV to relax!” Saito growled-out the rest of his words while nailing the man with a scathing glare and half-dragging his wife away.

“Dude! Not manly! She is already suffering!” Kirishima grunted in disapproval.

“Yeah!” Tetsutetsu roared in agreement. “She’s trying her hardest! Least you can do is teach her better than criticize her! You should respect a mother who wants to help their child!”

“Be nice, please. He did try several times. Then we started asking others.” Momo begged.

“... Let me guess… They only did it because of who you are and wanted to get more rep… Not even really helping at all…?” Jiro asked in a dry deadpan.

“Yes…” she answered, depressed.

“I’LL DO IT THEN! I will help her! Because we are friends!” Izuku promised.

Momo hugged the boy with green hair. “Thank you Izuku~! I want her to be happy~!”

“Hoy!” Ochako hissed.

“You can join. But I am not letting go. Hn!” Momo stated, hugging Ochako as well.

“...Fine.” she conceded.

“What are you girls talking ab-?” that was how far the young Hero went before the glomp.

“Aaaw! They look cute already!” Tina gushed. Izuku went nuclear again.

Living room - 

“Here, darling. We’ll watch some silly videos and you’ll see you will feel better.” Saito said while turning-on the GIANT TV and selecting the internet video app (that for the sake of copyright we will call U-Tube ).

“I just wanted to be the one preparing lunch for you and Momo-chan for once…” Rei admitted with a small, adorable voice.

“I know, dear, and one day you will.” Saito said.

“A mother’s love is a powerful thing,” Sunni stated with a smile.

“Oui,” Aoyama agreed.

“So she is from a good family too! How nice!” Inko gushed happily.

‘ OH NO! SHE IS GAINING MOM POINTS !’ many girls thought in panic.

“Mom! Please!” Izuku begged.

“I hope it will be soon...Can...Can we watch that?” the woman answered while pointing at the Top 10 ‘Featured Videos’ , at the very first video dominating the list in terms of visualizations to be precise.

“The ‘Young Chef Competition’ ? Why is it trending? It’s a small channel with barely any followers too.” the man said, confused.

“Maybe somebody screwed-up badly?” Rei asked, hopeful.

‘Aah! Schadenfreude! That will help her feel better! Hopefully whoever it is they fail so hard, Rei-chan will look like a Master in comparison!’ Saito thought in relief as he as well believed that to be the case.

“Schaden-what?” Pony asked.

“Literally To find Joy/Relief in somebody else’s misery .” Izuku answered.

Pony clapped happily. “Thank you Zuzu~!”

Izuku smiled happily. “No problem Tsunotori-san~”

“Five Hundred Yen says that video is the same competition Izuku was in?” Setsuna said.

“What are the chances? I am in!” Tetsutetsu answered.

“Me too!” Kirishima and Kaminari said as one, Mineta too joined.

"... You know that's a sucker's bet right...?" Jiro asked the morons.

“Sssh! I want a new pair of shoes, let them lose.” Setsuna hissed.

“THERE WILL BE NO GAMBLING!” Iida scolded them, doing his arm chops. “THAT IS NOT HEROIC!!!”

“Too late! Look!” Setsuna answered, grinning.

“Yes, let’s see that, a good laugh is always good for one’s health!” he said aloud while clicking on the video and already savoring the return of his wife’s smile and laughter at the expenses of some unknown brat fucking-up.

“TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK!…”

And both adults watched slack-jawed as the video instead featured Izuku going-in raw and without lube in the competition while humiliating his opponents.

“Holy fuck! He is culinary raping them! Is the video sped-up?!” Behind them their Chef was heard shrieking in awe after glancing from the kitchen door.

“No…” Saito answered, shocked as the number of plates the boy made kept growing.

“ WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Even a kid cooks better than me! And he doesn’t look older than Momo-chan!” Rei in the meantime started crying again, not that Saito could actually blame her.

“GODDAMNIT!” the guys that did bet, cursed as one.

“Pay up boys~”

“Booooo-hoooooo!” they cried fat tears of sorrow, but still watched their cash disappear in the girl’s wallet.

“TOKAGE-SAN YOU WILL RETURN THAT MONEY RIGHT AWAY THIS INSTANCE!” Iida ordered her, arm chopping away again. “THAT IS NOT HOW HEROES SHOULD DIGNIFY THEMSELVES!!!”

“What climbed up his ass to die?” Zebra asked, rolling his eyes.

“HOW RUDE!” Iida shouted at Zebra. “YOU SHOULD SHOW MORE DECORUM! YOU’RE A KING, A HERO IN YOUR WORLD! YOU SHOULD ACT LIKE ONE!”

“Hoy. Wanna die?” Zebra asked back, towering over Tenya several inches thanks to his monstrous muscles and height.

Tenya stood his ground, stern face to Zebra. “I won’t back down from my belief. I once did, when my brother got paralized, and let my anger get the better of me. I almost died when I faced the culprit. So I will never let people go down the path I almost did.”

“Hn! Well said.” Zabra answered, flicking the boy on the forehead with enough strength to force him back to his seat. “Just don’t get cocky, or I WILL kill you.” he then added.

Iida nodded. “I won’t let my emotions get the better of me. I will be strict but far.”

“Dang, these kids have iron wills,” Toriko stated, letting out an impressed whistle.

“Eh! I like that, there are too many pussies in our world.” Zebra answered, smirking.

“I think I found your new Cooking Teacher instead.” It was then that the man devised a new plan while looking at the screen with narrowed eyes.

“W-What? Really? Who?” Rei asked, still hiccuping.

“That boy, he seems prepared enough.”

“NO! Please don’t fire me! I can get better! Even better than that!” their Chef said immediately while falling on his knees.

“He will just teach Rei-chan how to cook better with weekly lessons, I am not firing you after years of loyal service!” Saito answered while rolling his eyes.

“Ah! Okay then.”

“Do you really think you can become better than THAT, though?” Mr. Yaoyorozu asked, curious.

“…Maybe?” the Chef tried answering with a forced smile.

It was utter bull****, and both men knew that, but chose to not comment on it all the same.

Half of the people laughed at the commentary.

“Eeeh! Bad beast Denial.” Tomoko commented.

“Like Pixie Bob ignoring her age?” Mandalay asked, smirking.

“Exactly.”

“HEEEEY!” the blonde roared in anger.

“You look still very young, Pixie Bob-san! “ Izuku offered kindly.

“... You think he likes older women…?” she asked her teammates.

“Pixie, no!” they shouted at her.

“Pixie, yes!”

“...Not that Kota would mind…” Mandaly muttered.

- Two Days Later – Midoriya House - 

DING! DING! DING!

“Coming!” Inko yelled while opening the door to see a tall gentleman with clearly expensive clothes waiting for her on the other side.

“Ehm...Good evening?”

“Good evening. You are Inko Midoriya, I presume?” the man asked.

“Yes?”

“Saito Yaoyorozu, pleased to meet you.”

“Pleasure is mutual. How do you know my name?”

“I know a guy, or better, a guy knows you.” Saito answered, smirking.

“Who?”

“Samui, he is the Head Chef of my family’s favourite restaurant...Or he was before his nervous breakdown.”

“Oh! Him, how’s he?” Inko asked with a sorry expression.

“He is doing okay, or so I heard.” Saito answered, shrugging.

“I have a bad feeling about that answer.” Toshinori admitted.

“I-It can’t be that bad… right…?” Izuku stated, giving an awkward smile.

“And three… two... one…” Kamui counted down.

- At the same time – Penthouse at the opposite side of the city – Kitchen - 

“NO! NO! NO! It was mellower! And the taste was richer!” the famous Chef Samui yelled with insane eyes while throwing away another pot of rice behind him.

Around him dozens of empty sacks of rice littered the floor, and by looking at him, it was clear he did nothing besides cooking ever since the challenge, not even sleeping or showering.

“HOW DID HE DO THAT?! HOOOOOOOOOW?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ” a deranged laugh echoed in the penthouse before the man’s assistant finally forced his way into the apartment by bursting down the door and accompanied by three burly doctors holding-up a straitjacket.

“There we go. Mental breakdown.” Kamui said, sighing.

“... I’m so glad I asked Izuku to teach me, shroom…” Kinnko stated, gulping.

“I’M SORRY!” Izuku apologized, crying his eyes and heart out.

“You obviously didn’t do that on purpose. Now please stop crying,” Coco asked.

“B-B-B-B-BUT MY COOKING-” Izuku tried to explain.

“Deku that guy was a weak pussy. He felt threatened and snapped. It is not your fault the idiot can’t accept defeat.” Katsuki answered, rolling his eyes.

Everyone looked at him in shock. “D-Did you just complement Deku-kun…?” Ochako asked, shocked.

“I am not a broken record, Round Face . the Nerd can defeat whoever he fuck wants… Except me… Except in cooking.” He looked away when he added that last part.

- Back to Inko and Saito - 

“I hope he recovers. But why did you ask him about me?”

“Well, I needed a name to better find you and your son, madam.” Saito answered.

“Why were you looking for us?” Inko asked with narrowed eyes.

“I heard your son is looking for a University to join while following his dream to be a Chef...AND for a restaurant where to work part-time so to have some actual experience.”

“Why do you know all this?” 

“Because I can offer your son both in exchange for a favour.” Saito answered.

“Uhu?”

“Looks like your father wasted no time!” Nezu said, amused.

Momo just groaned, covering her face, and slid down her seat in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Momo-san! It just means your father really wants to help your mother!” Izuku answered,

“Deku-kun…Please stop…I don’t want more rivals…” Ochako muttered to herself.

“Why rivals~” Mina teased. “Why not lovers with one another~? We can love him and each other~” Mina then kiss Ochaco’s cheek.

Tsuyu just hummed the russian anthem instead while flashing an amused smirk. She then kissed Ochako’s other cheek. “I always did think you were cute, kero~”

Ochako turned red and covered her face, making her float in the air.

“There she goes…” Jiro stated in amusement.

“Hahahaha! These guys are amusing! I like them!” Toriko said, laughing and helping the girl descend.

“It is a good show,” Shino stated, smiling like Aizawa.

Aizawa gave a groan. “Problem children…”

“Awe, but you like them all,” Mic stated.

“Shut it Mic…” he ordered, glaring at him.

“May I come in? So we can talk details without others eavesdropping,”

“We were about to have lunch actually.”

“It’s okay, mom! I made more than enough for a guest!...Who’s your friend?” Izuku said from inside.

“Not exactly a friend, Icchan.” Inko answered.

“Please, madame. I have no bad intentions, I am just offering my help to your son in exchange for him helping me.”

“...Get in.” Inko answered with a sigh.

“Mama bear Inko showing~” Midnight teased said woman.

“It is my duty to protect my Icchan! He may be strong enough to collapse buildings with a punch, but as his mother I will ALWAYS do my best!” she answered, proudly.

“You are a wonderful mother, Miss.” Sanni said, smiling.

“Oui~ You are a shining star to all mothers everywhere~” Aoyama agreed, sparkling.

Inko smiles as bright as Izuku. “Thank you all~”

“Your brat is a nice kid. I will permit you to be cocky about it, Ah!” Zebra said, chuckling.

“I-I-I-I-I’M NOT, AM I!?” Inko asked, worried. “I-I-I-I’M JUST PROUD OF MY BABY BOY!”

“Nothing wrong with that, Inko-san.” Komatsu answered.

“Every mother should be free to do that!” Setsuno added.

“Thank you, Madame.” Saito said while gesturing his chauffeur to just wait for him.

“What’s on the menu?” the man asked, cheekily.

“I tried my hand at sushi, I hope you don’t mind.” Izuku answered, shyly, while presenting the colorful display of fish and rice.

“A-Amazing!” Saito exclaimed in wonder.

“To my shame lately I have left cooking to Izuku since he says he wants to train in his skills.” Inko admitted, blushing.

“I cannot blame you, Madame. And it’s kind of fun since my wife had tried to prepare a similar dish and failed, that was when I decided to look to your son for help.” Saito answered.

“My help? Was her sushi that bad?”

“I did not try it since she just destroyed the kitchen. And yes, I was wondering if you were open to come teaching my wife how to cook once a week.” he answered.

“How did she destroy a kitchen while preparing raw fish and rice?” Izuku asked, confused.

“That’s a good question…” Zebra asked, looking lost himself.

“Do not underestimate my mother…” Momo answered, and she sounded like the answer physically hurt her.

“I’m sure I can help her get better,” Izuku stated. “All it takes is time and patience.”

“Thank you.” Momo muttered, thankful.

“Sorry if I ask…Can we get that sushi too?” Pony asked while raising her hand.

Just then the Sushi Izuku was making appeared to all of them.

“Yes!”

“Thank you lord for the food,” Ibara prayed.

“Damn, we’re eating like kings~” Denki stated.

“How can you still eat?!” Mt.Lady asked, horrified.

“Talks the one gorging herself.” Kamui answered, munching happily.

“S-S-Shut up!”

“Maybe this food can help you with your Quirk,” Death Arms stated, taking a bite of his own sushi. “Maybe you can shrink and fight like the heroes who did in the comics back then.”

Mt. Lady ate with gusto. Screw being full, if she can get better, she’ll take it. “I’m going to learn to shrink if it’s the last thing I do!”

“Well played,” Kamui stated.

“She’s always been a bit self conscious about her size change and property damage,” Death Arms stated. “I believe this will help her, I honestly do. I can feel something happen as well with each meal.”

“I have no idea how she managed, and it honestly baffles me. Sometimes I wonder how it's possible that her bowl of cereal does not catch fire after she poured milk in it. I thank the fact we are not in some crappy comedy manga for that not happening.” Saito said, sighing.

“Oh. Then why asking me?” 

“You have skill, clearly, since the other guy I wanted to ask had a breakdown after eating your dish. And also...well...No offense meant, but you are a nobody.”

“HEY!” Inko growled, offended.

Inko had an angry mother aura around herself after hearing that. “I’m sorry… what…?” Inko asked in a way too sweet tone of voice.

“Unfortunately my father can be a bit blunt sometimes. Good for business, a bit bad for this kind of situation,” Momo admitted, sighing.

“So good business voice, bad social one,” Jiro simplified.

“Yes. Mom is the social one, dad lets her do the talking usually.”

“I think he means I don’t have any Fame that may cloud my judgment, mom.” Izuku said.

“Precisely, I asked around, and you seemed to be quite the soft-spoken, gentle boy from how people described you. So I thought that you would have been patient enough to help my precious Rei-chan become at least decent at cooking,” Saito explained.

“I understand what you mean, but...How bad is she, actually?” Izuku asked with narrowed eyes.

“On a scale from 1 to 10?” the man asked back.

“Yes.”

“Between Akane Tendou from Ranma and Otae from Gintama.” the man answered, bluntly.

“Good God.” Izuku whispered in horror.

Those who’ve read or seen the anime/manga winced.

“You definitely have your work cut out for you,” Hitoshi stated to Izuku.

“Still up for it, a Hero helps people in need, and a Chef is no slouch either if there is cooking at risk. I won’t get back on my promise.” he answered, smiling in determination.

“Good to see my lessons are having an effect,” Zaus said, proud.

“I taught him that, thank you.” Toshinori hissed.

“Oh, good God…” Aizawa muttered in despair.

“Hey,” Hitoshi called to the two. “Who is better of the two?”

“Shinso I swear to GOD!”

“ME!” both Zaus and Toshinori said at the same time.

They then were hit by Hitoshi’s Quirk. “Now you two, sit down,” he ordered the two, who followed his orders. He then released them when they sat down.

“...You will pay for this, youngster.” Zaus muttered.

“Indeed,” Toshinori added.

“...I am aware.” the boy answered, already regretting his plan.

“You two will do no such thing…” Setsuno glared at the two. “We did not need another fight…”

“... Yes ma’am…”

“Quite. As the man of the house I sacrifice myself by eating what she cooks whenever she tries, and spare Momo thanks to some bullshit excuse I cooked-up years ago about my daughter’s Quirk needing a very specific diet to work best. It’s a thankless Mission, but somebody has to do it.” Saito explained with a proud voice.

“You must love her a lot.”

“More than my own life or liver, but the doctor said I can’t keep this up or my stomach will start to break-down, so she either becomes at least decent ...Or I will be in trouble.”

“Your father is a real man,” Kirishima stated.

“Must love your mother a damn lot!” Tetsutetsu added.

“He does! A lot!” Momo answered, smiling fondly.

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu stood up and saluted the man. “He’s so manly…”

“That he is, a good father and husband.” Toriko added with a thumbs-up.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, my boy. If you really pull this off, then whatever price you will demand, I’ll pay.”

“Wait until we decide if it is feasible before saying that.” Izuku answered, sighing.

“Please give it a try. I asked around and I can put a good word for you to work in a restaurant kitchen, nothing luxurious though, as I don’t believe those poncy stuck-up fools would accept a teen surpassing them. As for the University, that I can actually pay for.”

“I can’t accept that!” Izuku said with wide eyes.

“There’s Izuku’s bleeding heart again…” Inko smiled, but gave out a whirry sigh.

“I am proud of it!” Izuku answered, huffing.

“I think it’s a little too much at times…” Aizawa stated, giving him a glare with his Quirk active. “You tend to get in over your head…”

“It’s who I am, I will deal with the consequences, but I am not changing it,” Izuku answered with a determined look.

“Damn problem child…” Aizawa groaned, but hid his slight smile under his scarf.

“Being good at cooking is my wife’s dream, Midoriya-san. Myself and Rei-chan may look like people drowning in cash NOW, but we weren’t so fortunate when we were kids, our familys struck gold only late in our life not long before we took over our respective family businesses...And you know what that means?”

“Not really.”

“It meant we worked. That’s it. When we started dating we wanted a big family, instead we got so absorbed in our work we barely had ONE daughter, and even then we are hardly able to spend time with her. She grew up mostly with nannies and other strangers with Rei and myself desperately squeezing-out every second we could to spend it with her like a ‘Normal’ family. And now our daughter plans to join UA University and become a Pro Hero. Meaning even less time to be a family.” Saito explained with a sigh.

“Oh, Dad! I never held it against you! I treasured every moment together! Always!” Momo answered, her eyes getting cloudy with tears. Izuku patted her back to comfort her.

“Your family is a good one,” Toriko stated with a smile. “They will do what they can for you to be happy, no matter how hard it is.”

“Yes, and I am proud to be their daughter.”

“And where do I fit in this?” Izuku asked.

“Just once, Rei just wants to cook something for Momo. Like a mother should, or so she describes it.”

“A home cooked meal by a mother is the best meal ever,” Izuku stated with a nod. “My favorite meal is my mother’s katsudon.”

“It’s just a simple recipe, Icchan.” Inko answered, touched.

“But you put your love and hope for me into it~ Simple yes, but it’s always the best~”

“I think I’m getting diabetes from all the sweetness,” Zebra muttered to himself.

“Way to ruin the moment.” Sanni said, rolling his eyes.

Inko and Izuku looked at Zebra, then back to each other, then laughed happily.

“I don’t know if I have the skills, I mean, I don’t know how to teach somebody how to cook.” Izuku answered, unsure.

“In that case I will help you as well, if we work together, I know we can do it.” Saito offered.

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“There are hundreds of renowned Chefs that I bet would give an arm and a leg to work for you, why not ask them? Or even a student from any school?”

“Because they would give an arm and a leg, as you said, to work for a rich family. You are arguing against teaching a mother how to cook for her daughter. They would not care about the reason behind this, only about the compensation. Like all the others I asked before you. They all just looked at the check I offered and said yes, and then dropped-out because they could not be bothered to put in the effort.” Saito answered, frowning.

“Sadly true.” Momo said, sighing.

“Fucking amateurs.” Katsuki added.

“That we can agree on…” Zebra stated.

“Unfortunately there are Chef in just for the money, it happens in our world too.” Komatsu admitted, sighing.

“I often interview them, it's so annoying.” Tina added, frowning, her eyebrow twitching annoyance from the memories.

“Same going for Heros, many treat it just like being a superstar or an influencer.” Nemuri added.

“There's a lot in every universe…” Light stated, seeing his fair share.

“...Let’s say I accept.”

“Yes?”

“Rei-san will need to put in the effort as well.”

“She will, I swear.”

“And I don’t want to get paid.”

“Why not?” he asked, surprised.

“Because I want to make it with my own power, without help.”

“I admire that conviction, it’s rare nowadays.” the man answered, smiling.

“Midoriya-kun! This is what I am talking about! A heart of a Hero true and through!” Tenya said, looking ready to cry himself in pride.

“That’s the Midori we know and love~!” Mina said, chuckling.

“Yep!” Tsuyu added, smirking.

“He’s so manly!” the two many bros shouted.

“That’s why I chose him to be my successor~” All Might stated proudly.

“So? When do I start, sir?” Izuku asked with a tiny smile.

“Whenever you are ready, Izuku-san!” Saito answered.

“Then I guess we have to celebrate?” Inko offered.

“Madame, I know this sounds fishy, but I swear I just want to help my wife, nothing more.” 

“Then it won't be a problem if I join as well.”

“Mom!”

“Understandable, there is no problem for me.” Saito answered.

“Thank you. My husband said he had a surprise for Izuku that will be ready in two days. Will it be okay if we come by once we have it delivered?”

“Of course, madame, in the meantime I will tell Rei to get ready.”

“A surprise?” Izuku asked, confused.

“Huhuhu! You’ll see, Icchan! Those will help immensely!” Inko answered with a conspiratorial smile.

“Ohoho~ Who knew you were such a tease~” Midnight teased Inko. “I like that~”

“Keep your pants on, Nemuri.” Mic and Aizawa chorused.

“It’s fine,” Inko waved off. She then blushed a bit. “... Me and Hisashi are actually in an open bi marriage… It feels nice to know I’m still attractive to others…”

“I did take it from somewhere!” Izuku added, smirking.

Midnight smiled at Inko. “Well, well, well~ The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree~”

“Yes!” Inko and Izuku answered as one, proudly.

They were not Melk knives, but Hisashi was sure a high-tech secret lab would not lose to any sharpener working by hand in producing the absolute best knives in the world!

And in the afterlife, Melk the First felt extremely offended for reasons he could not fathom.

And at the same time, somewhere even beyond Mortal’s understanding…

“New Host Candidate detected. Beginning operations.”

“What the hell is that voice now?” Joy asked.

“Oh, an old acquaintance of mine from the Multiverse, one that helps Izuku in this world,” Light answered. “They will be joining us along with another Deity after a while.”

Just then the film ended and the lights turned back on. “That was the first part, what did you guys think?” Xara asked the guests.

“I am glad to see that a version of my reincarnation is doing well, I can see some amazing potential.” Zaus answered, humming.

“It was awesome~!” Denki stated.

“I think the kid has what it takes,” Toriko stated. “Both the showing and the one right here.”

“Thank you,” Izuku answered, bashful.

“Okay, so we’ll be taking a short break to get the next set up,” Light stated. “But first, I have some more guests I want to bring. Ones I think will help the St. Patrick Cinnamon Roll here.”

“Who will be joining us?” Nighteye spoke up for the first time since the start.

“SHIT! I forgot he was here!” Mic shrieked. The kids' ears went covered again.

“I wanted to keep quiet and watch,” he answered, dabbing his lips with a handkerchief. “I wanted to see what the boy had, and see if he was worthy.”

“One thing is keeping quiet , another is blending into the background and disappearing.” Toshinori answered, rolling his eyes.

“Something that you sorely lack…~” he teased his old partner.

“I know the feeling…” Coco answered, sighing.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” the other Kings hissed as one.

“Amusing as this is,” Light started, getting their attention, “may I summon the others?”

“You said they were to help me… right…?” Izuku asked.

“One has never enough Teachers. Even if you yourself are already surrounded by good ones, even if one of them is a bit grumpy, Hehehehe!” Knocking Master answered, laughing.

“It’s more along the lines of him getting the proper gear than teachers,” Light corrected. “We will be bringing in, from the MHA world, Mei Hatsume, David and Melissa Shields, Mirko, Ryuko, FatGums, and, from Toriko’s world, Melk the Second.”

“Melk?!” Komatsu gasped in shock.

“David and Melissa?” Toshinori chorused.

“Yes, for a few good reasons,” Xara stated. “One; we’re hoping Melk can teach Melissa and Mei to craft Melk Knives for Izuku.”

“Oh gods!!!” Power Loader cried, already seeing the mayhem Mei might bring.

“It’s okay, I am sure young Melissa will dilute Mei’s own brand of chaos.” Nemuri suggested.

“Two; I’m hoping Melissa may get powers with the help of Izuku’s food, I’m leaning towards Technomancy, like a character I’ve crafted in my worlds,” Light added.

“Can happen, should happen…Will happen…Every Future leads to that,” Joy answered, shrugging.

Izuku looked happy. “That’ll be awesome~ Melissa will be so happy~!” Izuku stated, with a bright happy smile.

“And third and finally, I want the three heroes here to watch,” Light stated. “Fat Gum to try the food and see what happens with him. Ryuko because she’s cool, and keeps Mirko in line. And Mirko because of a surprise in this universe about her.”

“That bunny idiot? Oh! Now I am curious what happened to her in that world!” Mt. Lady said with a cruel smirk, still salty about the Heroine surpassing her in a recent popularity poll.

“No spoilers,” Xara stated.

“I’ll summon them right-” Light was interrupted by Joy before he could summon them.

“I’ll take care of Melk,” the Eye said, jovially, as a thin chain appeared next to him out of nowhere. “KNIFE SHARPENER INCOMING!” he said pulling the chain.

WOOOOOOORSH!

“EEK!” with a sound similar to a toilet flushing, a young woman with a scar over her eye fell from the ceiling, luckily dry.

“... Your sense of Humor defies logic.” Light said, dryly. He then summoned the spell circle and out popped the MHA chatters that were listed. This time, they were all standing.

“Melk!” Komatsu practically teleported to his girlfriend's side to check on her.

“Uuuuh….Where are we?” David Shield asked, unnerved.

“Izuku!” Melissa in the meantime latched to the first familiar face she saw to find some safety.

Mirko looked around and saw the three deities. “Villain~!” she shouted with a battle hungry look in her eyes.

“Wait Mirko,” Ryuko tried to stop her but it was too late. She had lept at them at high speeds, but Light stopped her with just one finger.

“What the!?” Mirko stated in shock.

“Please do not fight in the theater…” Light ordered with a sigh. “And also, we’re not villains…”

Fat Gum then looked around and saw the other heroes. He waves at them smiling. “Hey. I’m guessing there’s a reason we’re here?”

Torko whistles at him. “Damn, that guy knows a good meal when he sees it.”

“I am not Fat! I am big boned!” He joked to Toriko. Both laughed at this.

The two shake hands. “Name’s Toriko, Gourmet Hunter, nice to meet another fellow lover of good food~”

“Taishiro Toyomitsu. AKA BMI Hero: Fat Gum,” Fat Gum greeted the man back.

“So…” Melk called, looking at everyone. “Anyone gonna tell us where the heck we are?”

To Be Continued…

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And that’s chapter two. Dang, almost eighty pages here.

Joyseeker: And technically this was a short chapter. Some of the others are a bit over 15k words long, you got a long road ahead of you.

Izuku: “Oh man. This will be a long watch.”

(Shrugs) Eh, it’s fun. And gives me a new thing to do.

 Joy: I just have lots to say, and most of the times it’s due to me describing well you and your cooking.

Izuku: “I guess that’s true.”

Oh, and before we end this, for those of you who are reading this on AO3, please check out my other stories. I had finally figured out how to post on there, so I’d like some feedback on them since I’ve had them longer.

Joy: And as always: like, follow, Kudos this story if it is of your liking! Thank you so much for reading, until next time!

Izuku: “Be safe out there~!”

And we hope to see you next time. Bye~!

Please R&R

Chapter Text

Hello everyone and welcome to the third installment of My Hero Characters react to "Izuku the Reincarnated Chef". With me again is the author of the story, JoySeeker101.

Joy:Hello! Glad to see you again here!

And you as well. Did you bring our guest character for this chapter?

Joy: Why not?

“I let my co-host bring in a guest to do the disclaimer every other chapter. That is in the story already.

Joy: Directly from Toriko! The mistress of Hormones! The cutest Tomboy this side of Anime/Manga! The great! The awesoooome…. RIIIIIIIN!

(Wild applause)

… Normally, I use the characters that have appeared in the story, not before… But I’ll let this slide for now.

Rin: (Walks in) “Good, I wasn’t sure if I was to come in,”

Joy: I blame our intern.

… We don’t have an intern…

Joy: Then get one and then fire them. It’s OBVIOUSLY their fault!

Rin: “... Can we just get on with this so I can meet with my husband and the others…?”

Joy: Sure! Sure! Go ahead!

Rin: “Ah-hem! Not Angel, nor Joy nor Xara own the rights to My Hero Academia, Toriko, Gourmet of Another World or anything else that appear in this story. They are just Three Chumps having fun! Please support the official release!”

Thank you Rin. Now, onto the story!

Joy: Good reading!

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Chapter 3: Watching Episode Two, “The System”

After the new guests were told abbott what was happening, the ones that watched the first episode went to take a break so the others could catch up.

Toriko then noticed something. “Hey… Was Rin teleported with us when we got here? I don’t think I heard her at all.”

“Rin-san! Oh God, I think she was left behind!” Komatsu answered, scared.

Toriko facepalmed. “Gah! That’s right, we were on an ingredient hunt, and she saw a rare one, and ran after it! Right when we were teleported here! So Light must have just missed her!”

“I’ll take her here.” Joy said.

“NO!” everybody else yelled.

“Too late! The Eye answered… And he just opened a side door to let Rin in. “You expected something weird, didn't you?” All he got were flat looks.

Rin blinked, looking confused. “What the… This isn't food storage…” She was still holding her catch; A rare Golden Buttered Phoenix. (A/N 1) She then sees Toriko, and glares at him. “So this is where you’ve been! Why’d you up and ditch me like that!”

“That would be my fault, actually, your being away from the group made it so my summoning circle missed you. My apologies.” Light answered.

Rin looked to the angel, and sighs. “Fine, I guess I did run off on my own. But still, does anyone want to tell me what’s going on?”

One explanation later…

“So we are basically here to assist three deities-like beings recording what happens in another world?” Rin asked.

“Basically.” Coco answered.

“You never stop getting into strange situations, Komatsu-kun.” Melk said with a chuckle.

“Yeah…”

“Same with you Izuku,” Melissa said to said green bean.

“Not willingly.” Izuku answered in a mumble.

“Me neither.” Added Komatsu.

“But still,” Melk looked at the two girls. “I might be able to work with these two here. I do sense a strong will to create~”

“Oh~ New way to make babies~!” Mei shouted in joy.

“Huhuhu! I specialize in knives though, but from what I gather, that IS a branch of creativity that has been left a bit aside in your world, so I guess that it is my turn to try some Revitalizing , I hope Teppei-san won’t mind.” she answered with a short and somber chuckle.

“Do you really think I can get powers from this food though?” Melissa asked the Toriko group.

“It is our theory at least. I can see electro-magnetic waves thanks to my Gourmet Cells, and ever since your group started eating food prepared by a Chef with skills from our world, your Waves have changed drastically. Setsuno-san has theorized that this food is unlocking your True Potential , and since that usually coincides with Quirks as well, from what you told us, it stands to reason that a latent or dormant Quirk may manifest if we unlock said potential.” Coco answered.

Melissa then started to cry in both joy, sorrow and happiness. “I-I could finally have a power of my very own…?”

Izuku started freaking out. “M-Melissa, are you okay…!?”

“D-Dear, it’s alright,” David tried to comfort her.

“I-I am okay, I just…I am so relieved.” the girl answered, hiccuping.

“Let it all out, it’s your right.” Izuku answered, rubbing her back to help her.

She did, and cried on Izuku, letting all her pent up feelings out. Izuku just hugged her to comfort her.

Some of the girls didn’t know whether to feel happy for her, or jealous of who she was hugging with. They decided to be happy for her. For now.

“It’s okay, child, nobody will judge. Now, if every question has been answered, I say we can start.” Xara answered.

“Uh, the new guests need to catch up, remember,” Light reminded his friend. “We’ll let the ones who watched it take a break and talk to each other.”

“How good is the food?” Fat Gum asked.

“Shota had an orgasm while eating.” Mic answered with a straight face.

“I DID NOT!” He shouted, using his capture scarf to strangle him.

“SORRY… SORRY…” Mic whimpered out. “I WAS JUST… MAKING A JOKE…”

“But it is amazing,” Kirashima stated to him. “I know you’ll love it Fat Gum-Sensei~!”

“Some of the best I have ever eaten, and it was still Training food ! Maybe this time we will taste the real good stuff!” Nemuri said with starry eyes.

“Careful you don’t get fat~” Mt. Lady teased her with a shit eating grin.

“No fat, but younger-looking sure, I know I lost some crow feet after eating that.” Recovery Girl answered, chuckling.

“Well, we should let you eight catch up,” Toriko stated.

“If you don’t mind, I still feel a bit lost.” Rin answered.

“Then, this way for the projection. You others instead, we have a lounge down there, go relax, use the bathroom, smoke or whatever. We will call you once we are done.” Joy answered while a side door opened by itself.

“There are all kinds of things to do, there’s a snack bar, arcade, training room, living quarters for sleeping and freshening up, a kitchen to cook, and meeting rooms for discussions,” Light counted off.

“Sounds nice! We’ll be in the next room then!” Toriko said with a thumbs-up.

Mina looked at the girls. “Meeting room?” she asked them all.

“Meeting room.” Jiro answered.

“Should we bring Tamaki with us?” Momo asked them, knowing what this was about.

“I don’t really-” he started, trying to back away.

“Yep! We do!” Toru answered for him, and started dragging him by the arm.

“Why…?” he groaned out.

“Icchan.” Tsuyu said.

All he did was lump in defeat.

Kirashima walked over to Zebra. “Hey, Zebra-Sensei~!”

“Who the fuck you call sensei now?” the Heavenly King asked, irritated.

“Well I was wondering if you could help,” he answered. “I feel like my Unbreakable Mode has gotten stronger thanks to IzukBro’s cooking, but I feel something else. But I need a push to help me unlock it.” He bows to him. “So please will you help me!?”

“So you want me to kick your ass until that something pops-up? Yeah I can do that.” Zebra answered.

“Just don’t kill him.” Sanni said.

“I’ll try, don’t sweat the small stuff!”

Kirashima had stars in his eyes. “So manly~! Thank you Zerbra-Sensie~!”

“I fear that Thank you , won’t be what you will be saying once done.” Toriko muttered with a sigh.

“If he believes he can take it, it’s his funeral.” Sanni answered.

Lunch Rushi, Sato, Kinoko and Izuku were talking to the cooks from Toriko’s world.

“While we’re on break, can we do some cooking to improve, shroom?” Kinoko asked them.

“I can’t see why not! Can we?” Izuku asked.

“Have fun! And don’t worry, Xara will clean up.” Joy answered.

“... So glad I have my one Nobody troops to help with that,” he stated.

“This way then,” Izuku said, guiding the ones interested towards the kitchen.

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(Meeting Room)

The group of Izuku admirers were sitting at a round table, ready to talk about what they need to do; dating Izuku and what to do?

“So first order of business,” Momo stated. “I believe we’re all clear that we like Izuku.”

“Our being here is a dead giveaway.” Jiro answered dryly.

“I still think you guys are overthinking it, kero,” Tsu stated bluntly. “We all know Izuku would take care of all of us equally.”

“That's because he would feel guilty about leaving one of us behind. If ever, we need him to WANT this, not just to get along with our request.” Toru answered.

Ochako nodded in agreement. “He does have that about him.”

“... He could take us on dates one at a time to get to know each other…” Tamaki stated, a bit quietly.

“That could work, provided we break through YEARS of conditioning about him being worth nothing, or next to. He may deny it, but he does have a very low self-esteem for somebody like him.” Itsuka answered.

“I think he should date Tamaki first then.” Pony and Mina stated at the same time.

“... Why me…?” he asked.

“You two are a lot alike,” Yui stated bluntly. “It would help him have someone that he can confide in.”

“And it would be good for you too! You two need some serious injection of confidence!” Pony added.

Reiko nodded. “I agree, but there’s another issue at hand,” the psychic ghost girl stated.

“And that is?” Ibara asked, not sure why she was dragged here. “Also, why am I here? God looks down on polyamory.”

“That may be true, but you also used his name improperly. Or was that OH GOD, IZUKU! I heard coming from your room last night, before coming here, about Buddah?” Setsuna asked.

“You heard that!?” she asked, blushing madly while her hair veins went everywhere. “... Okay… I do like him… but sharing him… It’s Lustful to do something like that…”

“We’ll come back to your crisis of faith, Ibara,” Reiko stated. “What do we do if Izuku gets more people to like him?”

“I find it kind of unlikely.” Ochako answered.

“But if it DOES happen? I saw how Ragdoll and Mandalay looked at him… Pixie Bob doesn’t count, she lusts for every young man around.”

“... I say we talk to them and see why they like Izuku…” Tamaki stated, being a good voice of reason. “If we think they’re okay, we should let them join… If this is going to be a group thing, we all need to be fair, not only to Izuku, but to each other as well…”

All the girls looked at him, impressed at his reasoning. “... He’s good, kero,” Tsu stated in an impressed tone.

“He is a student of Aizawa, of course he has reason in spades!” Mina said, chuckling.

“So, all in favor that we all decide, that includes Izuku, on whom he dates, say aye,” Momo stated.

“Aye” they all agreed.

“Now back to Ibara,” Reiko stated.

“Are we doing this out of Love or Lust?” Ibara asked.

“What’s the difference~?” Mina teased her.

“Besides being awful towards Izuku in treating him like a piece of meat?!” the girl hissed. “One is a SIN! It’s Lust! Carnal pleasure just for the sake of pleasure! The other is LOVE! The connection between two souls, thus Holy and Pure! I can’t join the first, but if it is about Love I can join the second and then ask for forgiveness from God!”

“... Wow…” Mina said in shock. “You really put a lot of thought into that…”

“I like her already,” Momo stated, smiling at Ibara. “And yes, this is out of Love, not Lust. Mina just likes to tease, even if it’s not a good time.”

Mina pouted at them. “I was just trying to lighten the mood. I usually joke when I am nervous…”

“And now you are nervous?” Reiko asked, sounding skeptical.

“I am damn terrified. This is uncharted territory.” she admitted, pushing her index fingers together. “... I may be a party girl… but I’ve never actually had a boyfriend before… okay…?”

“I think this is for all of us,” Yui stated in her flat tone. “We’ll just help each other as well.”

“So what do we call ourselves anyways?” Pony asked.

“Green Angels?” Mina offered.

“A name less lame?” Setsuna asked, rolling her eyes.

Ibara pouted. “... I thought it was nice…”

“Cinnamon Roll Lightning?” Ochako asked.

“... That sounds like a boy band… Or a female rock group…” Jiro stated dryly. “... Would make a good album cover though…”

“Deku Avengers?”

“That sounds like a discount or bootleg version of a Hero Group.” Ibara pointed out.

“I think we should leave the name for later,” Momo stated. “In the meantime; let’s just enjoy our break. Meeting adjourned or does anyone have anything else to add before we go?”

“I call dibs on his first time!” Ochako shouted as fast as lightning.

“OH COME ON!” the others roared in anger.

“Really Uraraka…?” Tamaki asked her in a flat voice. “Did you really need to shout that…?”

“You don’t know them. I DO. And I was here first fawning over Deku-kun. You all came later…So I will come first.”

“Badum-tish,” Mina answered, unamused.

Momo just sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Meeting adjourned…”

“Should we have Kinoko join next break?” Setsunas asked.

“She has a Secret shrine dedicated to Izuku. I guess we have to.” Itsuka answered, huffing.

“She has a what…?” the 1-A girls and Tamaki asked in shock.

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(Kitchen)

“Then you add the spices…Like this…” Izuku instructed.

“Uh-hu! This is one of Zaus-san’s recipes?” Kinoko asked.

“Yep!”

Kinoko smiled brightly. “Thank you for helping me Zuzu~!”

“No trouble~” Izuku stated, smiling back.

Sato was learning how to make better sweets with Setsuno.

“Lower the flame, let the sugar melt a little slower… Like this…”

“O-Okay.” Sato muttered with his face scrunched in great concentration.

“Good! You may not hear the Voice of the Ingredients like Izuku-chan does, but you still have a natural talent! Now use the rest of the milk and add it to the other pan.”

“Honestly, how can you others manage all this at the same time?” Lunch Rush asked, incredulous.

“Habits mostly.” Zaus answered, still hovering behind Izuku to teach him.

“My Quirk allows me to help, but I still pale under you guys,” Lunch Rush stated. “I had a hard time keeping up helping you heal All Might.”

Zeus patted his shoulder. “I know you’ll do great, I can tell you put a lot of work into your meals. Not a lot of good chefs do that nowadays.”

Lunch Rush smiled. “Thanks. You think you can teach me a dish as well? I bet you can teach me and Midoriya at the same time.”

“Hahahaha! Buttering me up, Youngster?” the ghost said, laughing.

“Hey, if you can manage a large kitchen by yourself, you can manage two ‘brats’ easily.”

“I like your spirit, kid,” Zaus stated, with a large grin. “What do you want to learn first?”

“Teach them the Century Soup.” Setsuno suggested, laughing.

“I don’t want them to quit!”

“That hard?” Kinoko asked.

“Hellishly so, so we’ll leave it for the advanced class.”

“What do you need for it?” Kinoko asked, looking curious.

“Everything,” Zaus answered.

“Everything?” the four asked, looking lost.

“Pretty much. Basically, only the best Ingredients. It’s a soup cooked with hundreds or even thousands of ingredients. The "Original" Century Soup was produced naturally when the Gourmet Show Window's ice melts over the course of one hundred years. The taste of the soup can also be reproduced with different ingredients boiled down so that the harsh taste is removed and only an extremely transparent liquid remains. The soup is so transparent that many have difficulty even seeing it. Even so, a "true" Century Soup produces a characteristic aurora.”

“AND YOU WANTED US TO REPRODUCE THAT?!” Kinoko and Izuku shrieked as one, Lunch Rush almost fainted, just like Sato.

Setsuno was just laughing at their reactions.

“That is why I said it will be material for the advanced classes we will have at a later date.” Zaus answered, he too enjoyed the horrified looks on everybody's face.

“Glad our torture is amusing to you…” they stated flatly, with a deadpan look on their faces, this only made them laugh harder.

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(Training Room)

Itzuka, Knocking Master, Zebra, Kirishima, Tetsutestu, Toriko, Coco, Vlad King, Aizawa, and, surprisingly, Monoma were in the training room. Kirashima was with Zebra in one part, while Istuka was in another with Knocking Master, after her meeting with the girls.

“COME ON! YOU WANTED THIS, RIGHT?! SO UNLOCK THAT SPECIAL POWER OR WHATEVER! COME ON!” Zebra said with a wild smile to Kirishima.

“I believe he would have more chances to do so if you stopped for a minute to use Tetsu-san as a mace to beat him up.” Coco suggested, groaning.

Kirashima was in his Unbreakable mode, actually feeling each hit, but barely. He had his determined look on his face. He had been in his form for almost five minutes now, thanks to Izuku’s cooking. “Is that your hardest Sensei~! I could barely feel those~! You need to push me to go beyond my limit~! PLUS ULTRA STYLE~!”

“Oh no…” Toriko groaned.

“ZEBRA NO!” Sanni said in panic.

“ZEBRA YES! VOICE MISSILE!” the Heavenly King answered to the challenge by shooting a sound cannon attack that buried Kirishima DEEP into the wall. “Like that?” he then asked.

Kirashima landed on his feet, a loud thud could be heard echoing in the room. They looked and saw that he had awakened his next mode. He had gotten a few inches in height and muscle mass, his jagged body having even a more rocky texture to it, and he seemed to shine like a diamond. “Red Riot! Indestructible Mode!” he shouted with a thumbs-up.

“HELL YEAH, DUDE! ME NEXT!” Tetsutetsu said.

“...”

“... Dude?” Tetsu asked once when he saw that Kirishima was frozen in the same position.

“Hello?” Aizawa asked, waving a hand in front of the boy’s face.

Thump!

“And he fainted.” Toriko said, sighing.

Kirashima’s form reverted back to normal. He then sat up, groaning. “Ow… No… I just couldn’t move like that… And I used all my energy to stay up like that and in that form…”

“He does turn to rock. I added pressure and made a diamond. Simple as that.” Zebra said, smirking savagely.

“Do not justify yourself, you animal.” Sanni said.

“Hey, don’t yell at Zebra-Sensei like that,” Kirishima defended Zebra. “I asked him to push my limits, that’s the only way I could go PLUS ULTRA.” He then pointed his thumb to his chest. “So if you want to yell at anyone, yell at me!”

“You brutes are all the same. All muscles and no savoir-faire." Sanni answered, annoyed.

“And you’re not manly at all,” Tetsutetsu stated flatly at the flamboyant man.

“I can cut you to ribbons with my hair, kid.” the King hissed.

“Daaaamn! Okay, that’s rad instead.” Tetsutetsu admitted, sounding impressed.

With Itsuka and Knocking Master.

Itsuka was bowing to the Knocking Master. “Thank you again for teaching me the way of Knocking~”

“Eeh! You are a good lass. And it’s not a big deal. I am dead anyway, besides teaching Teppei, I had no other students…Too boring.” the old man answered.

“Well I think it’s an amazing ability, I want to see what I can do with it with my Quirk,” she stated, a determined look on her face.

“It’s an ability based on precision and good intuition, other than eyesight. Never underestimate it, the same attack can both paralyze and kill.” Knocking Master answered, actually looking serious about his warning. “Do you still wish to learn even knowing all that?”

Itsuka’s determined look never wavered from her eyes. “Like our school motto goes, Go Beyond, Pulse Ultra. So I’ll go beyond what I can and learn to master this fighting style and make it my own.”

“Good. Before I forget, I can teach you how to stop the planet rotation with Knocking. Do you need that?” the old man asked.

“No… Th-That would be a bit too much Plus Ultra…” Itsuka thought for a second. “But learning to stop natural disasters would be useful at least. Help stop it and save people from them.”

“That is a bit on the advanced stuff, if only to not have volcanoes exploding instead of stopping earthquakes. Tectonic plates are finicky like that. Baby steps, lass.”

“Who are these people?” Vlad muttered in horror.

Itsuka shook her head to come back from her daydreams, and looked sheepish. “Sorry, you’re right. I just wanted to be like All Might for a second there. He is the Number One Hero of our world. He’s a big inspiration to a lot of us~”

“That noodle boy that we healed? Seems legit.” 

“Your standards are the slanted ones, not ours.” Aizawa answered, bitter.

Knocking Master only laughed at Aizawa’s comment.

With Monoma and Vlad King.

Monoma had gotten his voice back after Knocking Master returned it.

“Monoma, you know why we are talking, right?” Vald asked his student.

Monoma nodded. “It’s about my rivalry obsession with 1-A isn’t it?”

“Yes. It is becoming an obsession, I can understand using your wish to surpass them as a motivation, but you are becoming obsessed. I say nothing in front of the other teachers, but sometimes I am afraid that one day I will hear about how you assaulted another student and killed them.”

Monoma sighed. “... It’s a mask…” he stated.

“What?” Vlad looked concerned.

“That egocentric jackass… That’s just a mask I wear to hide my fear and self loathing about myself and my Quirk…” Monoma stated, actually looking defeated. “You know how we copy Quirk users are treated in life, right sir…?”

“Basically Thieves. Or leeches. People with Power-Copying Quirks are seen as pretenders, mostly, and time ago many believed that continuous exposure would risk the original Quirk to be stolen. So, yes, I can understand what you fear.” Vlad answered.

“... I was scared that the other would be the same way… like that of my old school, where they said I’d only be a hero riding on the coattails of others…” Monoma stated, looking dejected. “But Izuku’s cooking… It reminded me of my mother’s cooking, when I was a kid and happy, when I was with my powers and my good times with my family. They still believe I can be a hero. So I wanted to show everyone I wasn’t some useless copier, but can be as good as everyone else here… I guess I just left the mask on for so long, I believed my own lie of who I was…”

“You can keep the mask on, if it makes you feel safe.”

“Uh?”

“Just remember that it is in fact a mask, not the real you. You can start slowly slipping it off whenever you feel safe enough, and slowly return yourself. Your class loves you when you do not fall into your spiel, they can SEE the Monoma you keep hidden deep inside, let it out some more, and one day, maybe you won’t need the mask anymore.”

Monoma started to cry again. He then wiped his tears away, and stood straight. “T-Thank you Vlad-Sensei, I promise, I’ll make you and my family proud of the hero I’ll become. And I think the first thing is saying something to all of 1-A when we get back to the theater.”

“Let me guess, an apology?” Vlad asked, knowing that it would be it.

“You’ll just have to wait and see sir~” Monoma started with a kind smirk, with a bit of cockyness in it.

“Monoma…Forget it. I kind of like that too in the end, somehow.” the teacher answered, ruffling his hair.

“Hey, like you said, I’ll keep the mask, but I still want to push myself to reach 1-A, with my class as well~”

“Yes, yes. Losing Battle and all that.”

Both of them laughed at this.

Just then the speakers came on. “Alright everyone,” Light called thought the speakers. “The group has caught up, you can all return to the theater.”

“Looks like time is up,” Toriko stated.

“Come along, better hurry up. The sooner we start, the sooner this will be over.” Aizawa added, yawning.

“... We need to make you something to wake you up fully…” Sunni stated to the man.

“Try that and die a thousand deaths at once.” he hissed.

“Hn! No manners whatsoever.”

“And you are irrational to the same level as All Might.”

The two glaring at each other, sparks seeming to come from their eyes.

Toriko and Vlad grabbed their respective cohorts by the collars of their shirts, dragging them.. “We don’t need you two fighting…” They stated, flatly.

“Let me go! Unhand me this instance!”

“You too, Vlad! I will not be treated like a child!”

“Then act like an adult, Shota/Sunni!” both shouted at them.

Itsuka looked at the Knocking Master, and bowed. “Thank you for teaching me as much as you can in such a short time, Sensei~”

“Eeeh! It was fun, don’t think too much about it. You made me feel young of a couple decades, AH-HA!” he answered, happy.

The two followed the others.

“Thanks again for helping us Zebra-Sensei!” Kirashima and Tetsutesut shouted their thanks. “You really helped push us past our limits! You’re the manliest~!”

“Whatever, just don’t scream all the time…What the fuck did I get myself into, bunch of masochists, there is no fun in beating somebody if they enjoy it.” Zebra muttered to himself in annoyance. But, he did have a ghost of a smile, actually liking their company and helping them. It felt weird… but in a good way. ‘Never had anyone thank me for training them,’ he thought. ‘I might keep an eye on those two.’

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(Theater)

Everyone had made it back and saw that Fat Gum and Mirko were picking their teeth with toothpicks.

“SO? Is the food good?” Joy asked.

“I am one stuffed and satisfied bunny,” Mirko stated.

“It was the best I’ve ever had,” Fat Gum stated, happily. “Might have the kid intern with me to use his food to the fullest.”

“All Might won’t like that.”

“Screw him.”

“Hey, if it’s for heroics it's fine,” All Might stated. “He can teach my student to be a better hero.”

Ryuko was holding her gut. “So good… Couldn’t stop…” she groans out. “This was just the start?” she asked them. She got nods. She just leaned back in her seat.

Melissa was looking happy. “I think I’m starting to feel something~!”

“That’s a good sign! … I hope you won’t mind if I run tests later, sweetie.” David answered.

Melissa nodded her head to him. “I don’t mind dad~! I do feel a weird connection to technology for some reason though…”

Light summoned some parts for inventing. “Try and see if you can manipulate these.”

Melissa looked at the items and felt something. She then held her hand out… and the items started floating and connecting to each other.

“It worked! Hahaha! This changes a lot of things!” David said in excitement.

Melissa’s smile of awe and wonder that could brighten the whole room. “I have a Quirk… I HAVE A QUIRK~!” She finished the build and it looked like a power enhancing gauntlet. She then floated it to herself looking at it. “A triple strength multiplier gauntlet with other functions, like a holo map and communicator.” Melissa blinked. “... How did I know that? I just looked at it, and the information came to me.”

“Oooh! I am going to have fun with this!” Mei said with sparkling eyes.

“I think you gained a Technomancer Quirk," Izuku stated, in awe.

“Want to help me study it?” she asked.

“Yes~!” both Mei and Izuku answered at once.

Momo whispered to the others. “Add Mei and Melissa to the next meeting as well. It’s only a matter of time.” The others nodded.

“Alright everyone, time to start the next chapter,” Xara stated.

Toriko looked at his wife, while they went to sit down. “So what did you think of the kid’s cooking?”

“Huhuhu! He was very good for a beginner! And he had just started using Zaus-san’s knowledge! I wanna see how far he goes, maybe he can cook with Komatsu for our next anniversary?” she asked.

“We can try!”

Komatsu looked to Melk. “So what are your thoughts on the girls? They have any talent in your eyes?”

“The blond one, Melissa, certainly does…The other, Mei, kind of jumps from an idea to the other without control too often, like a hurricane, and it may be a problem for the more precise side of Knife Making, where a millimeter off can ruin the entire blade. But if they work together? I have no doubts they can go far, one just needs to let herself go more often, while the other needs to take a breath and slow down. So they balance each other.”

“That’s good to hear at least,” he agreed with a nod. “He will need knives as good as yours if he wants to be the best in his world.”

“Definitely, I don’t want to be rude, but even by video I could see their knives… They are bad. Really, really bad. My father would have tossed them all into the furnace to recover the metal instead of letting anybody use them.” Melk answered, grimacing.

Komatsu winced hearing that. “Really that bad, even the ones they’re trying to forge on that I-Island place?”

“Those I still need to see, but you know how I see technology in knife making… I grew-up using the old-fashioned way, so I will wait and see before judging.” she answered, shrugging.

“Take your seats, people! Time to start!” Rumi said, apparently eager to see, and probably eat, more.

“Wait,” Monoma called out, getting everyone’s attention. “There’s something I want to say to Class 1-A.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear any of his ranting. “Oh what smart remarks do you have this time you damn Copy-”

“I want to apologize for all my rude behavior to all of you,” he apologized to Class 1-A, interrupting Katsuki.

“...Okay, that was unexpected.” Katsuki admitted, eyebrows shooting high.

Monoma sighs, looking away and rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah… I guess you wouldn’t…” He looked at them again. “I shouldn’t have let my obsession get too far like it did…”

“Are you being serious about this? Because it’s kind of coming out of the blue,” Mezo asked with narrowed eyes.

“You are free to not believe me, but at least I know I got it out of my chest,” he answered.

“You and us share a LOT of bad memories, between insults, jeers, verbal attacks and much, MUCH more.” Tokoyami added.

“...I know.”

“A chance? I assure you he is a decent human being when he is not doing… That .” Itsuka asked.

“...Final chance.” Tenya declared, once studying the faces of his friends.

Monoma shrugged. “Eh, I’ll take it.” He then gave his cocky smile, but it was more playful than annoying. “I still won’t lose to you guys, me or my classmates. But we can still work together to show those we can be heroes when others thought we couldn’t.”

Katsuki gave his challenging grin. “I’ll take that challenge, Damn CopyCat Bastard.”

“I hope so, you short fuse pomeranian,” Monoma shot back, both shaking hands in respect.

“... Did Monoma gain Katsuki’s respect…?” Denki asked in shock.

“I can do that whenever the fuck I want!” Katsuki said in annoyance. “Hey! Nerd! High five!”

Clap! Both Izuku and Katsuki’s hands met with a loud smack.

“See? EASY!”

“I’m more surprised Monoma apologized,” Kosei stated, still not believing it.

“Hating and being hated is tiring.” Monoma answered. “Also a good meal helps with bringing out your real emotions, it seems.”

“That food fixed Monoma too?!” Kinoko said in awe.

“That and probably Tomoko-san’s Quirk… Probably.” Izuku answered. “It did give one to Melissa after all…”

Ragdoll’s eyes widened. “B-But it was stolen! H-How would it-!?”

“I-I believe that All For One doesn’t take all of a person’s Quirk,” Izuku stated. “That would drastically change a person on a fundamental and mental level. Have you lost any of what you liked before? Anything you liked that is now not interesting to you? Those sorts of things.” Izuku listed out. “Also, I think there are parts of a Person’s Quirk that are ingrained into a person’s DNA, that if you can reactivate it, a person can gain back their Quirk. So All For One Just takes most of the Quirk, not all of it.” (A/N 2)

“A Quirk is a mutation of Human DNA, had All for One taken everything away, at the very least Tomoko-san would have had near-fatal health issues. There is a very faint chance her Quirk can indeed be reactivated and regenerated if even only a spark was left.” David confirmed, having studied Quirks enough himself to try to help Toshinori.

Everyone’s eyes widened. That was true.

“I also believe that the reason some people can’t adapt to another Quirk, is like the same way when you put a wrong blood transfusion into a person,” Izuku added. “It’s like if you put B- blood into someone who’s A+ blood, it’ll try and reject it, causing all kinds of problems.”

“That is a possibility…” David agreed, pondering over what Izuku said.

“Come on girl, try!” Pixie Bob said.

“I…”

“Try!” Mandalay prompted.

“...” Nobody could tell if she actually did manage to use her powers, but they guessed her Quirk was indeed back when she hugged Izuku as hard as she could and cried, the ugly way.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“H-H-Happy to help, Tomoko-san:”

“D-D-DHANK YOUUUU!” the woman howled in tears.

Izuku just patted her on the back, trying to comfort her. “F-Feel better now…?” he asked her.

“Y-Yesh.”

“Blow that nose, Ragdoll, you look ridiculous.” Pixie Bob said, smirking.

“Shut up! You have your Quirk taken and then come back and we see how you feel!” she yelled at her teammate, tears still rolling down her eyes.

“Shut up and come here, you whiny baby! Wild Wild Group Hug! ” Mandalay ordered with a wide smile. All four teammates hugged each other, all crying tears of joy.

Koda looked in awe. “Deku is so cool~! He helped Auntie Ragdoll~!” he cheered.

Sir Night Eye fixed his glasses. “I think I’m starting to see why you chose him, Toshinori…”

“Actually, I didn’t really choose him. One for All did.” Toshinori answered, chuckling.

“I think it’s time to start the show, don’t you think? We are here to have fun and eat good food after all!” Nana suggested, she too was happy for Ragdoll’s recovery.

“Ah, I say give them a few more minutes,” Banjo stated, waving her off, but smiling. “They deserve this win over that bastard~”

After a few minutes, everyone calmed down and took their seats. The lights turned down and the next episode started.

A Chef’s Rebirth 2:

The System.

Yaoyorozu Household - 

It was a day of celebration for the obscenely-rich family, their only daughter Momo had just been accepted into the recommendation entrance test for the prestigious Hero School UA and will soon start her career as a Pro Hero, something that brought no little pride to both her parents.

POP! POP! 

The Family Chef had even brought along a few party amenities and decorated the entire kitchen in an over-abundance of streamers and banners.

“Your parents look to be very proud of you!” Ochako said, moved.

Momo had an embarrassed smile on her face. “Yes, but they can go overboard at times.”

“... The System…?” Tamaki muttered, thinking to himself, tapping his chin. “Why does that sound familiar…? I swear I’ve heard it before…”

“Uhn?” Nejire looked at her friend in curiosity, but said nothing.

“There is no need for all this,” Momo said with an embarrassed smile.

“There is! There is!” Rei answered, smiling proudly at her daughter.

“The Test is one year away, I don’t even know if I will pass it,” the young woman replied.

“With all the strings I had to pull to make you jump ahead of the queue, you better!” her father, Saito, answered with a smirk.

“Darling, don’t make her feel guilty!” Rei chided him in answer.

“That’s not very nice!” Nemuri said, chuckling.

Momo just sunk deeper into her seat, her covered face that was blushing atomic red at this point.

“Your family is very sweet, young Momo. Don’t be ashamed. We all can see they love you very much.” Inko offered with a kind smile.

“But they can be too much at times…” she muttered out in embarrassment.

“Hey, just be happy they care,” Rin stated, shrugging.

“Just kidding! Just kidding!” the man of the house answered with a childish, cheeky raspberry.

“Thank you all the same for helping me, dad.” Momo said while hugging the man tightly.

“Aaah...You are growing-up so fast! It seems just yesterday I was reading you bedtime stories and helping you dress-up in the morning!” her father replied, crying.

“Me too! You never wanted to eat your eggs when you were a kid!” the family Chef added, he too was sobbing heavily.

“Not you too, please, Takeshi-san!” Momo begged, chuckling.

“Aaaw!-SORRY!” Izuku first looked stricken by the cutesy image, then noticed, covered his mouth and apologized loudly for the slip-up.

Momo just went nuclear, whether it was from embarrassment, or from Izuku thinking she was cute was up in the air.

“Kid’s a real charmer, isn’t he~” Sunni teased.

“Natural talent!” Rin answered.

Mineta was chewing on one of sticky-hairballs in frustration.

Dling-Dlong!

“Uh?”

“Ah! This must be young Midoriya! He said he had a surprise for you to celebrate!” Saito said once seen Inko enter the house accompanied by their butler.

The short, and adorably plump (don’t you dare lewd her), woman was as always dressed perfectly whenever visiting the Yaoyorozu house, and this time she was bringing with her a carefully folded paper basket of some home-made confectionery...The strange thing was that for some reason her son was nowhere to be seen.

“I have a bad feeling about it.” Ochako admitted in dread.

“That’s one of Izuku’s dishes Inko is carrying in the basket, isn’t it?” Hound Dog asked, already knowing the answer.

“I wonder what it’ll be~” Fat Gum wondered, already anticipating the next meal.

“Please be a dessert! Please be a dessert! Please be a dessert!” Mirko pleaded. “Carrot Cake. Please let it be Carrot Cake if it is~!”

“How can you still eat after everything we had?” Ryuko asked in shock to her friend.

“It all goes into these bad babies here~” Mirko stated with a smirk, slapping her strong thighs.

Zebra whistled at her powerful legs. “You got some power in those legs, I can tell~”

“Everybody does, ah!”

“Down with the ego, girl.” Ryukyu said, chuckling.

“You also have the air of a battle junky as well, I can respect that,” Zebra stated. “What are your thoughts on cocky people?”

“Need a good kicking in the face,” she answered.

“Bwahahahahaha!”

“God… There's two of them now…” Toriko muttered in dismay.

“Don’t you mean three…” Coco stated, pointing at Bakugou, also having a look of dismay as well.

“Augh….” the man groaned louder, soon with Rin trying to comfort him.

“Someone as lovely as you shouldn’t be so brutish,” Sunni scolded Mirko. “You’ll set a bad example for pretty people everywhere.”

“Who’s the shiny woman here…?” Mirko asked the other members of Toriko’s group, pointing her thumb to Sunni.

“I’M A MAN!” Sunni shouted in outrage, his hair waving everywhere.

“Debatable.” This only mad Sunni’s eye twitch in irritation.,

“But she does make it look endearing…”

MANY eyes whipped towards Izuku for that comment.

Izuku looked lost. “What? I respect her for showing that girls can be just as strong as guys even with a “Cute” Quirk like hers. That’s how she got her position as the number six hero. She’s an inspiration to women, like All Might is to everyone.”

Mirko smiled at him. “I like this kid~” she stated, pointing her thumb at Izuku.

“Eeeh! If only you were a bit younger, isn’t it? He does remind me of a guy you said you met in school.” Ryuko teased.

“Who was it?” Rin asked them.

“MIND YOUR BUSINESS!” Rumi shrieked.

“Good evening.” she offered with a small bow.

“Good evening, Inko!” Rei answered, still giddy at her daughter’s success.

“Congratulations for your acceptance into AU, dear. I know it’s not much...But we kinda made this for you,” Inko said with a tiny smile.

“My father has made things bigger than they are, as usual. I did not enter AU, I was just told I will be able to take part in a special form of Entrance Exam next year, nothing more. My getting into the University is still up to debate.” Momo answered while gratefully accepting the small thing.

“Oh! Well, it is still worth celebrating!” Inko answered with a small chuckle.

It was honestly impossible to hate the woman, she and her son had been as unobtrusive as possible while Izuku taught Rei the basics of cooking, and especially by showing a godly level of patience during the lessons.

“Oh my, thank you.” Inko said, blushing.

“You are too nice, mom.” Izuku answered.

“Pot meet kettle,” Gran stated.

“ … We’re not that bad, are we?” both Midoriyas asked.

“Being nice never is bad, if you ask me.” Rin answered.

“At least you are not a Wimp!” Rumi added.

“Yep!” many others agreed.

“Would you take him as an apprentice then~?” Nezu asked Rumi. “He can keep up with you~”

“No partners!” she roars at the chimera.

“I’ll put it in the maybe column then,” Nezu answered, unfazed.

“Why don’t you like working with people?” Zaus asked her.

“Pride, mostly. She is afraid people will think she is weak.” Ryukyu answered.

“SHADDUP!” she roars at her friend. “I don’t need any weaklings holding me back. If you can’t beat a Villain on your own, then you’re weak.”

“It took all 4 of us to TRY and beat the Final Villain of our world. And in the end we won just out of sheer dumb luck.” Toriko admitted.

“There are battles you can’t win alone, girl. You are old enough to learn this lesson,” Gran Torino added, rapping Rumi on the head with his cane.

“Hey! Stop that, you old geezer!” Rumi shouted at him. “Alright, alright! I get it, geez!”

Flashback – During the First lesson - 

“Let’s start with the basics, shall we?” Izuku asked with a gentle smile.

“O-Okay!” Rei answered, and used the silent thumbs-up of both Saito and Momo to steal her resolve.

“We’ll go slowly, starting with Peeling and Cutting , since preparing Ingredients is the first and most important step. And remember, until you feel secure about handling a knife, always use the Cat Paws while cutting.” 

“Cat Paws?” Rei asked, confused.

“Fingers folded, like a cat paw...You know? Nyan! ” Izuku answered, smiling sweetly while moving his hands up and down and even mewing a little.

“ARGH!” Toru and Pony were heard gasping as they grabbed their chest in pain.

“Midori…” Mina said.

“Y-Yes?”

“Do that. Here. Now.” she demanded.

“D-Do I have to…?” he asked, sweating.

“DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” the girls chorused.

Izuku was blushing hard. He then did what his counterpart did. “N-Nyan!”

“Fuck!” Rumi’s curse rang like thunder in the theater. The kids' ears being covered again.

“Perfect.” Tsuyu said once done filming it. “Thank you, we can continue now. kero.”

“Wait, you record that!?” Izuku asked, shocked and blushing madly.

“Why do you think we asked? This thing cures depression.” she answered.

“Can I die now…? Please?” Izuku begged, ashamed.

Ragdoll looked at her team. “Should we have him join~?”

“Down, girl. I am usually the one hunting down boys.” Pixie Bob answeed, laughing.

“So it’s a no?”

“It’s a yes, but get in line I saw him first!”

“I don’t think she meant it like that…'' both Tiger and Mandaly stated dryly.

“Potato-patato.”

“ Good God , that’s adorable.” Saito thought in wonder while his wife and daughter turned beet-red at the cutesy scene.

Luckily beside that small incident things continued smoothly, and with how SLOW Izuku was forced to go to make sure Rei could not create another disaster of hers, as they all tragically discovered through trial-and-error, Saito was actually happy the lessons were free, because it was clear it will take a while before Rei would turn from a ‘Lethal’ to a ‘Decent’ Chef.

“Decent would already mean she improved immensely,” Momo admitted, sighing.

“Trust your mother’s abilities, it’s clear she is trying hard.” Setsuno said.

“Things like these take time to cultivate,” Toriko stated. “With the proper care, anything can become amazing.”

“When did you get so philosophical~” Rin teased her husband.

“I blame Komatsu.” he answered, grinning.

“Ow, come oooon!” Everyone laughed at this.

Present time - 

“I don’t see Izuku with you, though. Where is he? Is everything okay?” Momo asked.

“Oh!...He...He is still busy training in his Chef skills, nothing wrong! He is actually sorry for not being here today.” The family noticed how the woman stiffened a little before answering, but did not push the issue as a form of respect.

“He wants to become a great Chef, so training is a must, isn’t it?” Rei asked.

“Y-Yes. Again, I apologize.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Saito, recognizing the situation was making her uncomfortable, switched the focus on the small package the woman took along.

“What happened? He was fine last episode.” Aizawa asked with a grunt.

“... I think I know…” Izuku stated, having a gut feeling.

“... Should we ask…?” Hound Dog asked, starting to think of scheduling a lot of the students for counseling.

“This version never awakened a Quirk, he is Quirkless. In a world that LOVES Quirks and Quirked.” Izuku answered. “I have a stockpile Quirk that allows me to manipulate energy in different ways. He doesn’t.”

“Please don’t tell me we are talking discrimination.” Nighteye asked with a groan.

“Yeah, I got lucky finding out I had a Quirk I never knew about…” Izuku stated.

“What is it?” he asked.

“O-Oh! S-Some Italian dessert... T-Tira-Tiram ...Something? Tiramiso?” Inko tried saying.

“ Tiramisu ! Ah! He knows you are a coffee freak, Momo-chan! So he made you a coffee-based dessert!” Rei answered, amused.

“I-I-I am not a coffee freak, mom!” Momo immediately countered with an ashamed expression.

Momo blushed in embarrassment again. “Is it Pick on Momo Day, or something…?”

“I love coffee too, don’t worry.” Izuku offered, kindly.

“ Coffee freak .” Inko muttered with a fake-cough.

“You are getting a bit too much ahead, Yaomomo.” Mina said with a deadpan.

“And coffee is the best~” Mei agreed. “Helps me keep working on my babies~!”

“It’s true,” Iida agreed. “I drink a lot of Orange Juice, because it helps me and my engines.”

“I prefer juice, but I understand how some of my classmates can’t wake-up unless they shot espresso directly in their veins.”

Just then, said treat appeared in front of everyone, with some coffee or tea to go with it if people wanted it.

“Perfeeeeect~!” Pony sang, happily accepting both dessert and a huge mug of coffee.

“Americans…Coffee in a mug…Ugh!” Momo muttered, preferring a normal cup.

“I like tea to be honest,” Ibara stated.

“Some people hate coffee…” Light stated. “I’m one of them, too bitter for my taste.”

“I NEED Coffee instead. Especially in the morning. Otherwise I am a serial killer.” Joy admitted.

“Tea is better,” Xara stated.

“You love two drinks, honey: Tea and coffee. You have a caffeine dependency.” Saito said with a wink.

“I can stop whenever I want!” she replied, a tad lamely.

“Suuuure!”

“Daddy!”

“Huhuhuhu!” Inko could not stop a soft laugh from escaping her, further reddening Momo’s face in embarrassment.

“Inko-san! Please! At least you!” the young woman begged.

“I am sorry, dear. But I really must go, I still have some errands to run. Congratulations again for your quasi-admission, Icchan and I will cheer for you when the time comes.” Inko answered, bowing a little to the family before nearing the door again.

“You are running away, lady. It’s evident.” Hound Dog said, humming.

“... I just want to be there to help my son…” Inko admitted.

“There is nothing wrong in asking for help.”

“... Like people helped him when he needed it the most…?” she asked dryly, a hint of anger in her voice.

“Tread carefully now…” Toriko whispered to Hound Dog. “You just entered a land mine zone just now…”

“Yeah, that’s dangerous territory you're going into,” Mic added.

“I admit help was lacking back there. But admitting defeat doesn’t help.”

Inko sighs, looking sadder now. “I know… I just feel like I’m the only one who could protect him… I feel like I even failed at that… when he asked if he could be a hero…”

“You may have made a mistake, but you do regret it,” Hound Dog stated. “You are one of his pillars in his life. That’s how he’s kept himself so strong. You did help him, now he has actual friends, and people that will support him. So, be happy for him, and know we heroes will help him as well.”

“Thank you.” both Midoriya said as one.

“Miss Midoriya?” Saito called-out while accompanying her out.

“Yes?” she asked.

“…” the man simply checked that his wife and daughter were distracted by the dessert, and the blissful expressions both had cemented their being elsewhere at the moment, and closed the door behind them both.

“Saito-san?” Once it was clear they were alone, Inko looked at the man with a curious expression.

“What’s wrong? Is Izuku all right?” call it a businessman’s sixth sense , but Saito could tell Inko was trying to bullshit him, and he instantly got worried.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry. We are just extremely busy lately.” Inko answered.

“Midori...No...Inko, please tell me.” Saito asked again.

“Go celebrate with your daughter, Saito. Today is her day and her day only. We’ll be fine, have no fear, we Midoriya’s always bounce back.” Inko answered with a gentle smile, a bow, and then silently walked away.

“...You are not fooling me, my friend.” Saito muttered, sighing.

He saw how her smile dropped as soon as she turned around, making the smell of bulls*** he had sensed before grow one-hundred-fold in power.

“What is he waiting for? Chase her!” Nemuri said.

“You are getting a bit too much into this,” Mic answered.

“Hey, it's a good show,” Sunni stated.

“You are talking about my life…Kinda.” Izuku said.

“Details.”

Returning inside he could see the small dessert being reduced to a tiny slice his wife, daughter and personal Chef has left him just for manner’s sake, since the thing was so thin you could almost see through it...And the three assholes had at the very least the decency to turn around and not look at him while wolfing down the huge slices they took for themselves.

“Thank you for leaving me some…” deep in thought on the ‘Inko Problem’ , Saito only gave a half-hearted remark before tasting the thing himself.

There were laughs going all from the comedic moment.

“A-Alright everyone,” Izuku got out through some laughter. “Time to enjoy the meal~!”

“Finally, I may add!” Sado added, excited. He wanted to see how far he needed to go in his baking.

“It ain’t carrot cake, but it’s good~” Mirko stated.

“So fluffy!” Ibara gasped.

“Uhm…HEY, Kiddo!” Rumi said.

“Y-Yes?” Izku answered.

“Will you cook like this soon?”

“Yes?”

“Good. Be useful and make me a carrot cake, and in exchange I will give you some tips on kicking and stuff.”

Izuku smiled happily. “Sure~!”

“Good, you want something, Ryukyu? May as well get something in exchange.”

Ryuko shrugged, eating her cake. “Not sure, something with meat and shines like gold, my Quirk makes me like things that are you know.”

“Basically Jewel Meat then. Bit hard to come by in your world,” Zaus answered.

“... There’s something that’s actually called Jewel Meat in your world?” Ryuko asked, surprised.

“Oh! You’ll see! There are plenty of amazing dishes you will see being prepared!” Joy answered.

Light nodded in agreement. “I think it may be your favorite,” he told her.

“If it is as shiny as you imply, definitely!” Ryukyu answered, laughing.

“Literally like a jewel,” Xara stated.

To be fair, the dessert was amazing: the cream was fluffy and delicate, with the taste of both Mascarpone and Fresh Eggs mixed together to perfection, while the ladyfingers biscuits had been soaked in just the right amount of coffee to not crumble into a sludge when sliced and yet melt into the flavorful espresso taste once entered the mouth, making it so that the sweetness of the cream and the faint bitterness of the coffee could playfully battle for dominance in one’s palate in perfect balance.

As Saito and his family had learned to expect from the boy’s dishes: Pure Bliss . That was why Saito felt there was something strange if the boy was not present and his mother seemed to be shouldering some immense weight; both mother and son were now friends of the Yaoyorozu Family, and that meant Saito felt honor-bond to discover what was happening.

“You okay, dear?” Rei asked, once seen his thoughtful expression.

“I am just trying to taste whatever crumbs you ingrates left me with. It’s not easy to taste something if it's smaller than the nail of a pinkie finger!” Saito answered sarcastically while pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary.

“I wanted to share it properly, but my mother insisted on cutting it differently.” Momo tried saying, still with a bit of chocolate powder on the tip of her nose.

“I will forgive you because it is your special day, today. But I am very disappointed in your mother.” he answered.

“I am so sorry, Darling!” Rei said immediately, eyes sparkling just as she could do on command whenever she knew she was being naughty.

“Sorry, Boss. It was really good.” the family Chef added.

“You especially. I am the Boss of this house! You should not steal my food!”

“Sorry, sir…”

“I’ll forgive you,”

“Thank you Boss!”

“...IF you make me a giant Tiramisu just as good as this one was.” Saito added with a malevolent smirk.

“F***!” the Chef swore loudly in dismay.

“Come on! That’s evil!” Katsuki said, laughing in amusement at the cruelty of the thing.

“I don’t think he’ll be able to do that,” Sado stated. “I can tell it would take me multiple times to even come close… to even getting halfway close to getting to this.”

“He can be vindictive when someone gets on his bad side…” Momo stated, with a sweatdrop, still eating and drinking.

“Hey, wouldn’t you be the same with something as good as this?” Yui and Tsu asked her bluntly

“I would!” Setsuna admitted, laughing.

“I mean, me too, but giving an impossible task is a bit too much.” Fat Gum added.

“Let him go PLUS ULTRA~” Rumi smirked wickedly.

“True~” Mt. Lady agreed.

“Theres girls are ruthless,” Melk stated. “I’m impressed~”

“I am worried instead. They will eat Izuku-san alive.” Komatsu admitted.

“I’d say the other way around~” Zebra stated.

“Eeeew!” Sanni said in disgust.

“Seriously, what’s your problem?” Zebra asked, honestly confused.

“I think Sunni is Asexual,” Toriko stated, shrugging.

“Or he just finds it too dirty, he is a germaphobe, remember.” Coco said.

Sunni just huffed, sticking his nose in the air.

Two days later – Midoriya Household -

Inko was sitting on the sofa nursing a cup of tea while her husband was spewing fire at the phone, both figuratively and literally.

“YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU BRAIN-DEAD QUIRKIST! MY SON DOES NOT NEED A DAMN QUIRK TO COME THERE TEACHING A LESSON TO THE SPOILED BRATS YOU CALL ‘PROMISING STUDENTS’ ! WHAT?! YOU BELIEVE ONE NEEDS A TAIL OR A SECOND SET OF EARS TO COOK!?”

“…”

“MORON!” Hisashi roared like a beast before closing the call.

“Here is the problem then,” Aizawa said, sighing.

“Never seen dad that angry.” Izuku admitted, shocked.

“He only get’s like that when someone does something extremely stupid,” Inko admitted.

“So there is still that much discrimination there, things must have not changed much since Quirks started being widespread then, at least in their version of our world,” Nezu said with a calculative gaze.

“You think that there are still Meta Liberators out there?” Snipe asked the chimera in a whisper.

“Wouldn’t surprise me. The fact that we haven’t seen open propaganda is a miracle, seeing how they are refusing Midoriya for a lack of Quirk. That kind of madness must be very widespread.”

“... You don’t think heroes are with them, do you…?” Gran asked, afraid of the answer.

“I fear that there might be…” Nezu stated, not liking the answer either. “I want everyone to be careful when we get back.” All the heroes nodded.

Zebra was trying to crush his armrest after seeing what happened.

“That’s not okay, it would be like if we discriminated against people without Gourmet Cells or without Appetite Demons, it’s not something they can control, it’s a matter of birth, and that is not something you can be discriminated for.” Toriko muttered in distaste.

Knocking Master looked very upset.

“... Maybe I should test my new knives on these people…?” Melk the second stated, with a way to sweet smile that didn’t fit her at all.

“Now, now, Melk, there’s no need to be drastic,” Komatsu tried to calm her down.

“That’s so unmanly!” Kirashima and Tetsutetsu shouted in anger.

“Unfortunately scenes like that were common back in the days, before it was the Quirked to be mistreated, seen as Abnormal , then Quirks became more and more diffused and soon Quirkless took that moniker. In our world then things evened out and that kind of discrimination is at an all time low… there instead things are still in “Phase 2”, so to speak.” Nighteye explained.

A lot of the students didn’t like it, but couldn’t do much about it now.

“He will bounce back, I know myself. He will find a way.” Izuku said in determination.

‘With a little help,’ Light thought, ‘seeing’ his two friends watching this, waiting to join.

“Apparently Samui’s little friends took offense to their beloved buddy having a mental breakdown because of Izuku, so they made it their mission to stop any attempt of his to get into any possible school for aspiring Chefs.” Hisashi answered, snarling.

“And as a bonus, several Food Critics too have been asked to strong-arm Restaurants into not taking him in for Apprenticeship. Everything is hushed, but I called a couple guys specialized in intercepting calls and mails. If it is about Food, except with sub-par shacks, every venue have been sealed-off for Izuku.” the old man answered, sighing.

“And of course if there are queues to get into any University, and no matter what specialization, Quirks get pushed forward in line,” Inko added, tears ready to spill from her eyes.

“I have a Question!” Mina asked.

“Yes?” Aizawa answered.

“... Why?!”

“Heroes, especially young ones, are a resource . Get lucky and one of your students may become the next Number 1, and that means a LOT of publicity. So the greater number of Quirked students, the greater the chance that one of them will be a huge hit.” Nezu answered.

“And the Quirkless in that case?” Monoma asked.

“They get the shaft.” Izuku answered, bitterly.

“Okay, I’m looking into these places to see if they are run by the Meta Liberation Army…” Nezu stated, his smile gone, and scaring everyone. He knows what it’s like, being experimented on.

“... I’m not the only one scared, right?” Light asked his partners.

“Saw him do pretty horrible things, so the knowledge of how deep he can go is pretty damning.” Joy answered.

“Note to self… Don’t be on his hit list…” Toriko and Rin stated in unison.

“I feel like I’d have trouble with him…” Knocking Master stated.

“The world is not a nice place, I fear.” the old man replied.

“You don’t know anybody that can help him, Sir?” Hisashi asked.

“My contacts would have helped had your son decided to go into Analysis, Mathematics, Science, Physics, Programming...Hard Lab Science, so to say. Even I-Island does not have Food-Oriented sections, even if Izuku’s abilities have started to interest several colleagues of mine already. I can try to see if I can help him become a researcher and join I-Island once older and ready...But as a Chef? I can’t help him, I am sorry.”

“That might change after what Izuku did with Ragdoll and Melissa,” David stated.

“And maybe me as well,” Mirio stated. “Remember, my Quirk was ‘erased’.”

“Try later, last thing we need is others think you are an exibitionist that likes to go around naked. There are kids too.” Nighteye whispered.

“You think I can use my Quirk on my clothes as well if I awaken more of my Quirk’s aspect?” he whispered back. “Maybe make some sort of Intangible field around me?”

“Remind me to test that later then, I am actually curious.” Nighteye admitted. “You might be able to use it on others as well, but if you touch them…”

“I am actually afraid of that, we would need to know if even with them the walls and ground spit them out, otherwise they would remain stuck, and that doesn’t sound like a good time.”

“Have Izuku test it with you, he can just blast his way out if it doesn’t work,” Nighteye stated, fixing his glasses. “Besides, he’d like to know what it would be like.”

“Yes,” Izuku admitted, sheepishly.

David looked to Zaus and All Might. “You think he can also work for me? He has a good head on his shoulders.” He then gave his friend a playful smirk. “Much better than you at times, Toshoi~”

“What do you mean?!” Toshinori asked, he looked hurt. In a Childish way.

“If the boy's memories are anything, you go in fist cocked and have no plan,” Zaus stated, teasing him as well. “That needs to be changed for Izuku, he can still go in head first, but he’ll need to think on the fly as well.”

All Might just grumbled he wasn’t that bad.

“You can turn a skyscraper into rubble with one punch, yes, but that is not a justification for being reckless, brat.” Gran Torino and Recovery Girl answered to that grumbling.

All Might just looked dejected, making Nana hold back her giggles.

“It would still be a respectable job,” Hisashi conceded, sighing.

“Does it really mean that Icchan can’t chase his own dreams? That he can only let others decide for him?” Inko asked, heartbroken.

“If I could give Izuku my Quirk I would do it without a second thought, but I am not All for One .” Hisashi answered.

“Not in this universe.” Joy said, chuckling.

“JOY!”

“WHAT?!”

“I am not apologizing.”

“Please don’t spoil anything…” Xara stated, glaring at the eye.

Joy just grumbled, saying they were no fun.

“Besides knowing that out there somewhere in another Reality my husband is also that monster, I have to share the pain of that Me . It’s unfair that in our world, that one and who knows how many others, a Quirk really decides what you can or cannot do.” Inko admitted.

“I may understand not being a Hero, no matter how limiting that requirement is, but anything else? Even for cooking or just being a simple clerk, there should not be a need to have any form of superpowers.” Coco added.

“Same here, all this fanfare for Quirks is still a mystery to me. Besides needing two pairs of glasses and seeing in the dark, mine never made me feel all-powerful.” the old man from I-Island answered with a shrug while the secondary pair of eyes he had on his forehead briefly opened to look at the parents, before he closed them again with a grimace.

“Jesus...The headache I get when using them is still unbearable.” he then muttered, wincing.

Knock! Knock!

“I’ll go see who it is.” Hisashi said, opening the door to see Saito Yaoyorozu look at him with a saddened expression.

“Yes? What can I do for you?” Hisashi asked, gulping a little.

“Can I see him?” Saito asked.

“...You know?” Hisashi asked back, sighing and letting the man enter.

“Dad has always been good at knowing when one of his employees are having a hard time,” Momo stated.

“That is a very sharp sixth sense! Amazing!” Izuku admitted in awe.

“You think your family could help mine…?” Ochako asked Momo, looking sheepish.

“I thought you would never ask, I know you hate pity and similar forms of help… But we are friends, I WANT to help you.” Momo answered with a kind smile.

“I know… but me and my family like to make sure we can do stuff on our own to show we can do it,” Ochako stated, looking determined. “That’s why I want to help them, for all their support~!”

“Asking for help takes just as much strength as doing things alone. Luckily you have both the skills and the mentality to be a good Heroen.” Nana answered, proud of her words.

“Thanks, people always say that I just need a good Quirk to make it, but I want to show I have much more to offer!” Ochako answered, a fire in her eyes.

“And to be fair, your Quirk is impressive, and not simple in the slightest, maybe you can change gravity, not just take it away,” Ryuko stated. “With the food, it might be possible for it to evolve further.”

“What do you mean?” Ochako asked, looking confused.

“Well, you could increase a person or object's weight, even your own for harder hits,” Izuku pointed out. “Or change the gravitational pull, so you can fight on wall or ceilings,”

Mirko whistles. “That would be a good workout, under higher gravity.”

Izuku nodded in agreement. “And when she is lighter, her normal punches and kicks will be stronger, and add that to her amplified gravity weight, her hits would be as strong as mine~!”

Katsuki looked impressed. “Dang, Round Face, you were already a challenge, but what the nerd says is true, you’ll be a better one to face against.”

“Thank you,” Ochako answered, turning shy at the praises she was getting.

“We'll have to test them out after the episode,” Aizawa stated.

“I made a couple of calls to a few people I know, so I guess I have a small inkling of what happened. No Schools for Chefs want him?”

“No schools, Academia, private tutors or even decent restaurants. And we suspect that should he try to open one himself, half the Food Critics of Japan will purposely destroy his reputation.” Hisashi answered.

“Of course, Heaven forbid somebody dares shake the pedestal the great Samui sits his arse on! Bloody morons.” Saito answered, rolling his eyes.

“...British ancestors?” Hisashi asked with a weak smile.

“No. My father forced me to study in England...Few things stuck .” the other replied with a scrunched nose.

“Huhuhu! Yes, my father does fall into cliche British curses when nervous. That is true.” Momo admitted with an adorable chuckle.

“Do you do that as well, Yaomomo~?” Mina asked in a tease.

“No, I have more self control, thank you.”

“She did scream Bloody Hell that one time we ran out of coffee.” Toru answered.

“It was an isolated incident!” Momo shouted, blushing madly.

“Huhuhuhu!”

“Don’t laugh, Icchan!” She yelled.

“...”

“What did you call me?”

“Uh…” was all Momo could get out, her mind frying by her accidental slip up.

“So we can start calling him like that? Goodie!” Toru said, happily.

“Finally!” Pony echoed.

“Hoy! Hoy! Hoy!” Ochako hissed.

“Eek!” that was Izuku.

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Toriko was laughing at his predicament.

“Don’t- snort - Don’t be mean to the kid Toriko,” Rin tried scolding, but her attempts to hold back her laughter made it hard to take her seriously.

“Dang, kids getty charm,” Kami stated, knowing all too well how that is.

“I smell some secret development! You girls are planning something?” Nemuri asked, greatly amusing.

“... That is a problem.” Tomoko whispered with narrowed eyes.

“We’ll win, we’ll win. We are WAY beyond them.” Pixie Bob answered.

“Oh, dear…” Mandalay added, sighing in dismay.

“Good evening, Saito.” Inko said with a small wave once both men walked back inside.

“Good evening.” The old man also welcomed the new arrival.

“Hello, Inko, how’s he?” 

Sigh! “Honestly? Dead in a sense, the last spark was used to make that dessert for dear Momo...Now he just lies in his bed all day, hiding under the covers.” she answered, sighing in despair.

“He took it that badly?”

“He was furious, the rage of a beast. Then I guess he just lost himself in sadness once done burning through the anger. Too many hands stacked against him for things out of his control, he just got fed-up with it, I guess.” the old man answered with a helpless expression.

“It’s not his fault if he is Quirkless and if he has a great talent for cooking!” Inko hissed angrily.

“We know, Inko. We know.” Saito answered, sighing, and trying to knock gently on the door to Izuku’s bedroom.

“We all have a breaking point, but there is always darkness before light.” Zaus commented.

“True,” Izuku agreed, nodding his head.

Knock! Knock!

“…”

“Izuku? It’s me, Saito!”

“…”

“...Izuku?”

“…”

“...Just...I just want you to know that for us nothing will change. Rei still wants you to teach her and Momo still wants your help to revise her notes and Takeshi still insists on challenging you in a cooking showdown at least once. You still have friends in the Yaoyorozu family. Your family and mine have not abandoned you, you are not alone…” Saito said to the door.

“…”

“Remember: you are not alone. You will find a way, I believe in you.” he said before taking a few steps back.

“...”

What not one of the adults in the living room could know was that the boy was not merely asleep, but actually going through what could be described as an out-of-body experience.

“What is happening?” Ochako asked, already worries sick

“He is-”

“NO. SPOILERS!” Light roared, silencing the Eye. “I know you like your fun, but this is something I don’t want, got it…?” he asked, being serious.

“...” he got the thumbs-up he hoped for.

“The boy is safe, he is just meeting an old acquaintance of ours and one of its Champions . Izuku is safe.”

Somewhere far away from Japan - 

Izuku had no idea when exactly he fell asleep, only that he found himself shifting from curling into a ball under his covers to standing in front of a small, unassuming restaurant hidden in a secluded, smallish alleyway in an ancient city he did not recognize.

“Fang Fang Little Store?” he read aloud the store name with an unsure tone.

“Okay… why does that name sound familiar…?” Tamaki asked, more to himself than anything. “I swear, I should know these… but from where…?”

“That is what happens with the Multiverse. Some things are WAY different following each version. Should you remember, we will explain, promise.” Joy promised.

Tamaki shrugged. “It might come to me.”

“Uh?” with a sleepy grunt answering him, the boy finally noticed the slim and tall man slouching on a chair in front of the entrance and basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

“Rmmrf…” the very fat dog sleeping next to him instead just gave a guttural huff and briefly looked at the kid with only a single eye before returning to sleep.

The guy sitting on the restaurant front slowly got up to lazily stretch while looking at Izuku with half-lidded eyes and a face utterly inexpressive. He just tied his long black hair in a ponytail with a silk rope and stood with his crossed arms looking at him.

“Ehm...Hello?” Izuku tried saying with a weak smile.

“So it’s you. Come in.” the tall man muttered with the corners of his mouth faintly pulling up in something resembling a smile before signaling him to follow inside the store.

“Family member of yours? Same Tired of Existing expression and demeanor.” Knocking Master asked once looked at Aizawa and that guy.

“You are not funny.” Aizawa answered, huffing annoyed. Knocking Master just laughed at his reaction.

The restaurant was simple, neat and tidy. With an area of ten square meters and a few sets of tables and chairs, it was indeed a small, homely restaurant; curiously the plates listed on the wood tablets on the wall were priced in gold coins and crystals, but at the Owner’s imperious gesture, Izuku ignored it and sat at a table under a strange tree giving off a soft light...And if Izuku’s ears were not malfunctioning, a very faint chime-like sound whenever the wind from outside made its luscious green leaves flutter a little.

A Strange woman with jade skin and extremely long, silky black hair and black dress was sitting on top of a small boat resting in a corner of the restaurant and looking at him with unfazed eyes while she dangled her feet back and forth.

“W-Where am I?” he finally asked.

“My store.” the Owner answered, his voice coming from the small squared window connecting the kitchen to the main room.

“...Okay?”

“I am Bu Fang,” the guy added after a long silence, as if too lazy to even introduce himself.

“Bu Fang… No way…” Tamaki said with shock on his face. “If this is what I think it is…”

“You know them?” Nejire asked him.

“If I’m Right, Izuku’s going to have a powerful ally on his side.”

“How powerful?” Mirio asked.

He points to the three deities. “‘Them’ powerful.”

“Yeah, but we are merciful, that’s a plus on our side!” Joy said.

“We also know restraint. That Thing doesn’t.” Xara added.

“Hey, if you’re going to be the best, you have to go beyond~” Light stated, smirking.

‘PLUS ULTRA!” everyone shouted.

“Izuku Mid-”

“I know.” he cut him off.

“...How?”

“…”

“...Bu-san?”

“…”

“The System told me.” the man answered.

“The System?”

“This is the Gourmet System. You have been chosen to become the System’s Host in the Hero World and become the God of Cooking of the Hero world.” a metallic voice resounded inside the store.

Tamaki shot up, pointed to the screen, awe on his face. “I knew it, Izuku is getting the power from one of my favorite stories~ “Gourmet of Another World” ~!” He looked like he was a kid in a toy store, seeing his favorite thing.

“Is that like the manga, “Restaurant to Another World” ?” Denki asked, looking lost.

“Before you answer, I’d like to introduce my two partners,” Light stated. “And no worries, they’ve been watching, so you don’t have to stop in the middle of the show.” Just then, two beings walking in from the shadows. “I’d like you to meet Gaia, Mother of Earth, and the one who created [The Gamer] of her world, and the Gourmet System, they have a different form, so they can be seen without people going mad.”

Gaia looked like a mother figure that had plants around her body to look like a dress. Her eyes were closed, but gave off the sense she was watching even with them closed. Her hair was that of different vines from all over the world, with flowers growing on them.

The Gourmet System looked like a mass ball of different color energy, forming from one color to the next, giving off a rainbow color to them. They almost looked like the Kaleidoscope.

Gaia looked at the three. “Thank you for having us Light~” she thanked, her voice mature and full of warmth.

“It is no trouble, Lady Gaia,” Light stated back to her.

“The System can not see why there is the need for it to look like a Kaleidoscope,” The Gourmet System stated in its robotic tone. “Could you have not chosen a different form?”

“It is to not have their brains melt.” Joy answered.

“ The System fails to see why this should be an issue.”

“Do you want to fry your new host?” Light asked him. “I think Gaia would be upset to have to fix him before he gains, [Gamer’s Mind] ”

Gaia gave the ball a warning mother’s smile. “And you know I’m as strong, if not stronger than you are~”

“ The System finds this challenge illogical. The second Host Izuku will of course be safe. Others are not as important, unless said value is determined by the Host himself.”

“You still see them as hopeless, while I see them as a way to help him get stronger,” Gaia stated. The two looked like sparks were shooting at each other.

“Logic vs. Emotions,” Xara stated. “Those two never did get along at times.”

“We were planning an idea to have Shirou Emiya be our next host,” Gaia stated warmly. “You wanted to get back at the Alaya for having him lose his nature of the First Magic, by forcing it to mutate with Auther’s sheath.”

“ The System was okay with this until you went against the Harem. Hosts need good offspring, and more wombs is time-saving.”

“I wasn’t against it,” Gaia stated. “I just don’t want girls that want to use him as a tool. Heavens, that’s as wrong as you can make it. Alaya did it to him already to make him her puppet… Says she does it for humanity's safety… but she only wants her ideal of Humanity… Do you want him to be like those versions of himself, System…?”

“ The Host’s safety is paramount. Of course the System would erase any pesky Entity attempting that. Deity or Demonic.”

“Good you agree~ She’s messed up his birthright, I will not let him be a puppet to her. I will let him have the First Magic. Will you help me with that, System?”

“ The Request is acceptable. Once done here the System will offer its assistance for the new Host.” the System answered.

The System let out a tendril of rainbow color, for the two deities to shake hands.

“Will you mind if Zelrich and Merlin help? They’ll butt in anyways.”

“ Only if the person known as Merlin stays quiet the entire time. ”

Light coughed, getting the two’s attention.

“Girl and… Stuff , can we get back on topic?” Joy asked.

“Yes,” Light agreed. “What do you two think of this Izuku?”

“ This Izuku shows enough potential to become a Host as well, once done here the System will test him. ” the thing answered.

“Yes~” Gaia agreed. “He will do wonderful as a new [Gamer] ~”

“Then we’ll give him our blessing after this,” Xara stated.

“Why me?”

“ Because it’s logical. A Linchpin is perfect Host material as Fate protects them .” System answered.

Gaia nodded in agreement. “Yes, I've seen what you can do, and you are the best choice.”

Izuku only blushed, holding his head in his arms.

Gaia giggled while the System just floated to join the other three. Gaia joined in as well.

“What it said.” Bu Fang added while delivering a plate of braised meat to the boy.

“What is the System?”

“The System is the System. It will aid the new Host in his mission to become the God of Cooking of the Hero world. 

You will be given a Restaurant to manage, a training regimen to follow and Missions to complete to further your growth. 

The closest similarity the Host can use to help understanding is to follow the logic of what you call ‘Videogames’: Each Yen you will gain will be translated into Experience Points, as you ‘Level Up’ your body, spirit and senses will become stronger and you will be permitted to use better Ingredients from other worlds and better Equipment from one of the various ‘God Of Cooking Sets’ of other Worlds. 

Host Bu Fang has already ascended to the title of ‘God Of Cooking of the Fantasy World’, it is now the turn of Host Izuku to Ascend.” the metallic, gender-less voice of the System explained.

“Is that what you were going to tell us?” Denki asked Tamaki. “Or what the story was about?”

“Basically…I just wasn’t done reading it though…So, no spoilers, please?”

“I don’t think there will be,” Melk stated.

“I think this is more on this Izuku’s story,” Tina stated.

“That’s fine then.” he stated, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Why? And Why me?”

“Because the System deems you worthy and because every world needs a God of Cooking.”

“I see...did you really say Ingredients for other worlds?” Izuku asked, shocked.

“The Best ones.” Bu answered while serving him the meat.

“At the current Level, Host Izuku will only be able to utilize Ingredients from his original world unless specifically asked by the System to use Ingredients from other worlds. The System will take care of delivering Ingredients and Instruments. Host can rest assured, nobody will find anything out of the ordinary. Host Izuku only needs to focus on cooking and furthering his skills as a Chef, the System will take care of all the rest.”

“The rest?”

“Equipment, Security, Ingredients, Location and everything else.”

“Security too?”

“A Whitey will be already waiting for you in the new Restaurant along another Blackie.”

“Uh?”

“A robot and a Lord Dog.” Bu Fang answered while pointing at the tall robot with a protruding belly behind him and at the very fat dog sleeping outside.

“A free baby!? Can I disassemble it?!” Mei asked immediately.

“No…” the System stated, making her pout.

“Ah, come now dear, let her have one to test out,” Gaia stated, being motherly to Mei.

“ Denied. The schematics of a Whitey are reserved. ”

“What if you test her to see if she’s worthy?”

“... Later. IF the Host requests it. ”

Mei turned to him,giving him the full force puppy eyes look. “Please Muscles~? I would be so happy~”

“O-O-Okay. I-I will ask.”

“Can you ask for me as well?” Melissa asked as well.

Izuku sighs. “I’ll check as well…”

“Not any normal dog. They asked the most vicious of this Lord’s Sons to play security. Eh! They really want you to be safe!” the Dog answered with a deep, masculine and cultured voice worthy of a King.

“So...So I just have to focus on cooking?” Izuku asked.

“Isn’t that what a Chef is supposed to do?” Bu asked back.

“I want to bring smiles to people with my food, to make them happy…Not just cooking. I want people to enjoy my dishes enough to brighten their day.”

“Well said.” the man answered with a small nod of approval.

“Very well said!” Setsuno approved, nodding.

“Yes!” Komatsu echoed with a wide smile.

“Uh… No one is going to point out the talking dog…?” Mineta asked.

“Eh,” Denki shrugged. “Pass it off as a Quirk.”

“Even just to avoid headaches.” Sero added.

“I do think it would be a nice pet to have,” Jurota stated, fixing his glasses. “I feel like they’d be good conversationalist.”

“Then Host Izuku, please prepare for your Test!” the System said.

“Test?”

“In one year the System will test you, should you pass, you will be formally recognized as a Host of the System and be given the Restaurant and everything else. In the meantime the System will take care of preparations and make sure nothing will interfere with the Host should he pass the Test. Work hard, young man!” the voice declared.

“I can see why you said they’re really harsh,” Aizawa stated. “I like them more already.”

“ A Test of worth is Logical. Wasting resources and Time for an unworthy Host is counterproductive .” System answered.

“It is irrational for that, yes, I agree,” Aizawa agreed, nodding his head.

“A match made in grumpy heaven.” Mic commented.

“What was that…?” both asked, unamused by Mic’s comment. Mic just gulped in fear.

“LET’S CONTINUE, PLEASE?!” he shrieked.

Jiro covered her ears, glaring at him. Mic just looked sheepish.

“…”

“This may be your last chance before losing another dream.” Bu tried saying.

“My last chance?”

“So I was told. They will try to make your dream impossible back home, but by personal experience, I can vouch that the System can help. Whenever it is not acting too stingy or demanding.”

“My last chance to be a Chef...I...I’ll do it!”

“Good. Congratulations.”

“I’ll become a damn good Chef again! I did it once as Zaus, I can do it again as Izuku!” Izuku said while taking a bite of the so-called ‘Red Braised Meat’ dish he was served, and as everything faded away, the boy had only one thought crossing his mind.

“Goddamnit, this tastes amazing!”

When Izuku said that, the meal he tried appeared in front of everyone. “I know this isn’t Izuku’s cooking, but I want to show how far he has to go. You don’t mind, do you, System?” Light stated, then asked The System.

“ Acceptable. Contrary to what is cooked by Host Izuku, Host Bu Fang cooks with a different method that makes consuming his food inadvisable for people of a different worlds. The System will remove that issue. ”

They all took a bite of the ‘Red Braised Meat’ and were amazed by it.

“This is surprisingly good! I am impressed, that boy is indeed a master chef.” Setsuno admitted, extremely impressed.

“Man, if this is how far Midoriya has to go, it’s going to be hard…” Tetsutetsu stated in awe.

“I bet he’ll make it,” Monoma stated, taking another bite. “He’s proven himself time and time again.”

“...”

“What?”

“Sorry, it’s that… Nice You is still a novelty.” Tokoyami admitted.

Monoma huffed, sticking his nose up. “I can be nice if I want to, I just like to get people riled up to make them go all out~”

“And there's the Monoma we know,” Rei stated, with a cheeky smile.

Real World  - Midoriya Household - 

BANG!

The four adults jumped in fright as the bedroom door was kicked open by Izuku as he marched towards the stove with a determined expression.

“Icchan!”

Some in the audience jumped in surprise as well.

“Come on! I don’t like being jump-scared by a door!” Setsuna said with a whine.

“Hey, it was unexpected,” Sato stated. “You tend to jump when something unexpected happens.”

“...I’ll be a Chef, even if I have to go against God himself to do it!” the young man declared while turning-on the stove and grabbing the knives and pans the guys of I-Island created for him.

“It will be hard, you know?” Saito said, sad.

“Then watch and be amazed!” Izuku answered, smiling in determination as a fat salmon appeared in his hands.

“Uhu?!”

‘It really happened, I asked for the salmon I was tasked with preparing and it appeared. It means that the System really exists…I have one year to prepare for my Exam. I can’t fail!’ Izuku thought once he’d studied the perfect example of Salmon in his hand and the recipe that had been downloaded inside his head as the first exercise for his new training regimen.

“That is the System too?” Nighteye asked, eyes widened in shock.

“ Correct. Every Host has the power to connect with a Dimensional Storage offered by the System. Able to hold all they need indefinitely. ” the System answered.

“Sounds almost like the [Inventory] of [The Gamer] ,” Gaia stated. “Anything can be put in it, and be just as fresh as it was put in.”

“ Each User or Provider can give that power a name they prefer. The System creates a fold in Reality to use as a storage by the Host without Time and Space getting in the way.”

Gaia looked impressed. “Useful~”

“Do the Laws of Physics mean so little to you all?!” Tenya asked, actually sounding offended at the idea.

“... We’re gods…” All five stated flatly, yes even the System.

“They got you there Iida…” Ochako stated, rubbing the back of her head, sheepishly.

Apparently the System had a very strict set of requirements for its Acceptance Exam, one even he as Zaus or Setsuno herself would have been hard pressed to meet, and Izuku had only one year to meet said insane criteria, along a series of Techniques/recipes he was supposed to master before the Exam came, and He won’t slack off!

“Watch me, you fools out there! I was the King of Chefs once, now I will Ascend again to the top even without a Quirk!” With a knife twirling at high speed in his hands, Izuku started cooking with a fervor even superior to his previous life as Zaus.

Behind him, Saito, his parents and the old man watched in awe as Ingredients kept appearing in his hands out of thin air for him to prepare, along dishes of insanely-high Quality being prepared at high speed by him.

“...No tastes?” Pony asked.

“Not this time, soon.” Light answered.

“Next cooking, promise.” Xara added.

One Year Later 

Day of the Recommendation Exam for Momo and ‘Gourmet Exam’ for Izuku

Yaoyorozu House – Kitchen - 

It had been a tiring year for the boy, an insane year of sleepless nights where he would revisit whatever memory as his life as Zaus he could call upon together with the encyclopedia-worth of basic knowledge the System pretended him to Master and Memorize to prepare for his Test.

“... Why does this feel familiar…” Izuku asked, remembering his training with All Might.

“Because you are being dumped head-first into a GIANT mountain of info and exercises and left to figure things out by yourself.” Nana answered.

“...But it worked…” Toshinori muttered with a guilty voice.

He was hit over the head by Gran Torino and Recovery Girl.

Izuku’s life had thus been reduced to a very strict schedule: Get up, Breakfast, Cutting Training, High School, Lunch, Carving training, Homework, Cooking Lessons with Rei Yaoyorozu (If it was Monday) , Seasoning Training, Dinner, Meditation to recover Zaus’ memories/ Special Cooking Techniques Training , sleeping. Rinse and repeat every single day.

And each and every training exercise came from the strict guidebook the System gave him, and every single exercise was ALWAYS done in live streaming so that Hisashi and a couple of trusted pals his father’s Boss hand-picked could study him, because apparently what were ‘Normal Skills’ for a Chef like Zaus, in Izuku’s original world were... Absurd , to say the least. 

The boy was unaware that I-Island had taken an unhealthy interest in him, and knew even less of how ‘Influential’ the guys in those secret labs actually were.

“So he is mimicking Komatsu’s own typical day,” Melk said, chuckling.

“I just want to get better,” he sated, pouting at his wife.

“Me too! I do the same!” Izuku confirmed.

“You two REALLY need to learn how to relax.” Mina answered.

“Hey, we have to work hard to keep up with everyone,” Izuku stated.

Komatsu nodded. “You try keeping up with him,” He stated, pointing his thumb at Toriko.

“Or to be worthy of being his successor.” Izuku added, pointing his thumb at All Might.

“Now we put the pie in the heated oven, and we wait.” Izuku instructed while closing the oven front panel to look at the raw dessert bask in the angry-red produced by the heat inside the thing.

“I am so nervous!” Rei admitted while nervously patting the flour from the apron she was wearing.

“You were amazing during preparation, Rei. I never helped you, you did it all alone!” the boy answered with an encouraging smile.

“Except when I almost used salt instead of sugar…” the woman said, sighing.

“Beside that,” Izuku conceded, sweat-dropping.

“Melk almost did the same once.” Komatsu admitted with a fond smile.

“I WAS JUST NERVOUS! It was my first time cooking for you!” Melk shouting, her face bright red.

“And sometimes, people will put small printed labels on items,” Momo stated, knowing from time to time she had to squint her eyes to see.

“I did see that happen too, that is why where I work labels are big.” Komatsu answered.

“I will make the labels on the jars bigger still, don’t worry.” Takeshi, the personal Chef of the Yaoyorozu family, conceded while rolling his eyes.

“And I almost forgot to put the sliced apples in it…”

“That too doesn’t matter.”

“And-”

“Let’s not focus on that! You made a wonderful pie to celebrate Momo’s passing her Test, and you did it all alone! When she comes back, she will find your very first dish waiting for her.” Izuku forcefully cut the woman off before she could start a new downward spiral of depression about her lackluster cooking abilities.

Jiro looked at Momo. “... I think I’m starting to see where you get your doubt from…”

“It does run in the family, in a way.” Momo admitted, sighing.

“Hey, you do your best,” Izuku stated.

“Take a room you two,” Mineta hissed.

“What about No. ” Ochako hissed.

“Are you sure she will pass?” Takeshi asked, unsure.

“We are talking about Momo here, if she doesn’t pass, who will?” Izuku answered.

“You hold my daughter in high regard, don’t you?” Rei asked with a devious smile.

“She has a very sexy brain, more I won’t say.” Izuku, overly-focused on cleaning the kitchen top they worked on, answered without looking at the woman.

“Oh-Oooh!...Only her brain is sexy?” Rei pushed forward, her smile predatory.

“I won’t confirm nor deny that your daughter is also a very gorgeous young woman, my lips are sealed and no amount of nagging will force me to talk!” he answered, flashing her a challenging smile.

“Do not underestimate my Nagging Powers, boy! No secret remains so if I , Rei Yaoyorozu Nee Katsuragi , want to know them!” the woman replied haughtily.

Izuku and Momo were blushing madly at what was said on the screen.

“Is it me or the air got heavy all of a sudden?” Mic asked.

“Mic, hush. Don’t make sudden movements…” Aizawa whispered in alarm.

“Hide behind me, Komatsu…” Melk suggested once seen the ANGRY looks the girls sent Momo.

Ochako didn’t know whether to be happy for Momo or jealous of her.

“You are welcome to try…” Izuku’s answer faded into a whisper once he heard a gender-less metallic voice ring inside his head.

“One year has passed. Host please get through your Initiation Test right now.” the System said.

“Right now?!” he asked.

“Izuku? You okay?” Rei asked, worried at seeing him pale to unhealthy levels.

“Icchan? What’s wrong?” Takeshi also asked, just as worried.

“Right now, Host. Please move behind the counter and prepare the required dishes following the recipes provided.” the System answered.

Gaia looked at the System. “You have a bad habit of ruining the mood, you know that…?”

“ The System gave a time limit. The time limit expired and The System started the Test, that is all.”

“She is not wrong.” Aizawa answered.

“Shota stop siding with the Eldritch Abomination.” Nemuri hissed.

“Why? He and I see eye to eye?”

“Eye to billions of eyes.”

“Joy, this is not the moment.” Light answered.

“I... Uhm ...I was wondering if I could prepare something myself to celebrate…” Izuku asked with a forced smile.

“You forgot to get a present for Momo-chan, didn't it?” Rei asked, smiling mischievous.

“Y-Yeah. S-So I was wondering if I could prepare your dinner myself...A-A-As a present. S-She will surely be very hungry after using her Quirk to pass the Test.” Izuku answered.

“Oh! Do you mind, Takeshi?” 

“...Nah! Fridge is full to the point of bursting, if neither you or Mister Saito mind, I can sit one dinner out for once.” the family Chef answered, shrugging.

“Good save there Midoriya,” Kosei complemented.

“Good way to hide your being tested by… That .” Kinoko added, pointing to the System.

“And it helps you wooing your future girlfriend.” Toriko added.

“Kyaah!”

“TORIKO-SAN!” both Izuku and Komatsu yelled as one.

“Well one of them~” he added with a cheeky smile.

“Damn right!” Toru and Yui admitted, shameless.

“UNFAAAAAAAIR!” Mineta howled in insanity.

“T-Thank you!” Izuku answered with an overly-elated expression that made both adults laugh.

Tying a green bandanna on his head, the young man started collecting Ingredients from the giant fridge, although from his point of view, the stuff he was about to cook was FAR from normal.

From Izuku’s point of view - 

As soon as he tied the bandanna on his head, the kitchen of the Yaoyorozu family disappeared and an endless white space appeared around Izuku; nothing beside the cooking area prepared by the System and a giant fridge was there, the young Chef was alone in the middle of a pure-white Nothing.

The Test was simple: ‘Prepare a Full Course Menu’ , Meaning:

Hors d'Oeuvre

Soup

Fish Dish

Meat Dish

Main Course

Salad

Dessert

“ WOOOOO! I can’t wait! That will be nice to eat!” Toriko exclaimed in happiness.

“Bwahahaha! Some good food finally,” Zebra added, smiling like a psycho.

All the Heroes and Hero students looked up in hunger.

“Will we try it all?” Tetsutetsu asked.

“Of course.” Light answered. “Both normal and special.”

“Special? As in Special Preparation Ingredients ?!” Komatsu asked immediately.

“All of them are.”

“I can’t wait!”

“Please prepare the First Dish: Hors D’Oeuvre. Ingredient: Puffer Whale ” the System asked.

“ Puffer Whale ...An Ingredient from the Gourmet World of Zaus…” Izuku muttered in dread as a small and long pure-white fish appeared on a plate in front of him.

A Puffer Whale was a deep-sea fish normally around six meters in length, but as it switched habitat and moved deeper underwater, the water pressure of the sea would compress its body to the size of a normal puffer fish.

It was a small, pudgy-looking white fish with a round body, thin fins, small beady eyes, and large blue lips. 

As a result of the deep pressure, the tastiness of the fish would become highly concentrated but would also cause the huge amount of waste produced by its body to become highly concentrated as well, forming what was known as the fish’ 'poison sack' . 

“That thing is poisonous?!” Mina asked.

“Extremely so, and yet in the Black Market badly-prepared Puffer Whales with the body already ruined by the poison are still sold, it is still so delicious people are ready to die to eat it.” Coco explained.

“And he has to prepare it as the very first item for his test, System-san is merciless.” Komatsu commented.

“But it’ll be all the better when he does pass it~” Momo stated, looking ready to enjoy the food.

“Done properly, it tastes amazing, trust me.” Toriko said.

Its poison sack resembled a small gooey purple blob whose position in the body constantly varied between Puffer Whales. When the fish gets startled, a chemical reaction would cause the release of its poison, causing its body to turn into a dotted dark purple color that shows off its intense toxicity.

Izuku watched the thing with scared eyes, because while he still had his Transmigration lifetime’s worth of knowledge as Zaus’, his original body was not as trained, as his trembling hands could testify.

“To ensure the Puffer Whale is safe to eat, before any further steps can be taken, someone with keen senses must first ascertain the location of the poison sack. Afterwards, extremely precise cuts must be made to open the Puffer Whale and reveal the poison sac, if the handling is off by even a millimeter the poison sack will instantly rupture and render the fish unsafe for consumption.” Izuku mumbled aloud while recalling word-for-word the teachings of Zaus’ old cooking teacher.

Complicating this step was the fact that the location of the poison sac was completely unique from fish to fish, meaning there were at least over a hundred variations of cuts needed to expose the poison sac. 

Likewise the Puffer Whale's body was deceptively dense for its size due to the extreme compression it had undergone, making the precise knife work needed that much more difficult. 

“I am glad to know that the people I taught how to prepare the Puffer Whale really decided to share the knowledge with their own students, I admit I feared those fools would have tried hoarding the knowledge.” Setsuno said in relief.

“You discovered how to do it?” Ibara asked.

“Among other things, I did give some contribution to the world of cooking.” the old lady answered, coy.

“She changed it forever,” Komatsu corrected her with an expression of awe.

“Hohohoho! Just a bit, maybe.”

“Hey, it’s helping that other me,” Izuku stated, smiling at her. “So thank you for the help~”

Once the poison sac was exposed, it could only be removed with bare hands, during which the sac must be constantly rotated whilst simultaneously removing the mucus membrane; it was no surprise that many Chefs of the Gourmet World put preparing that Ingredient on the same level of disarming a bomb.

“As an incentive for the future God of Cooking of the Hero World, Host Izuku will be permitted to use one piece of the ‘God of Cooking Set’ for the duration of this Test. Temporarily unlocking the knife of the ‘God of Cooking of the Abyssal World’ : The Silver Sea Dragon kitchen knife.” 

“Uh?” What appeared in the young man’s hand was a humble-looking kitchen knife with a long and thin blade giving off a faint light similar to moonlight, both blade and the handle were made of pure-white bone, with the handle carved in a delicate recreation of dragon scales.

“Created with the bone of a one-thousand-years-old Silver Sea Dragon, the Goddess of the sea that rules unopposed the deepest oceans of the Abyssal World.” the System explained.

“And I can use it to cook?” Izuku asked.

“Host, the Dragon herself that was used to create the knife resides in another world and is a being that has ascended to Godhood. In this world the Host currently lives in, there is nothing that cannot be cut by this knife.”

“Holy… Is that true?” Mirko asked the System

“ The System doesn't lie. Each piece of every Good of Cooking  Kitchen Set is indeed created with Divine parts and materials .” the System answered.

“Oh, yes. Bu Fang’s Wok was indestructible in the story.” Tamaki confirmed.

“I must see it!” Melk demanded.

“Only if Host allows it,” the System stated.

“Please?” Komatsu asked.

“I’ll ask…” Izuku stated, feeling like he was going to be saying that a lot.

“Nothing?” he asked, gulping.

“Nothing, its supreme sharpness will also count as a Test for the Host’ cutting and carving knowledge.”

“I...I will start then. I will prepare Puffer Whale Carpaccio .” Izuku answered, and loudly chose the recipe between the ones the System suggested for the Test.

“Good. Please start at once.”

Real World - 

Rei and Takeshi were unaware of what Izuku and the System were talking about, they only saw the young man grab a fat fish from the fridge and start carefully palming it as if to study every inch of its body.

“He is treating it like a bundle of lit dynamite.” Rei muttered, unsure by the overly-focused light in Izuku’s eyes.

“I did the work of Puffer Whale myself. Lit dynamite has nothing on it.” Komatsu admitted, sighing.

“That hard?” Sato asked, surprised.

“One of the hardest things I did when I started traveling with Toriko-san and the others,” he stated firmly.

“The poison sack can burst just by blowing gently on it, having firm hands is a must.” Setsuno said.

All of them winced at the level of difficulty.

“He must really want to do a good job for Miss Momo.” the Chef answered, thoughtful.

“You don’t say…” the woman replied, smirking.

“Yes, he normally is at least a bit chatty when cooking, but now? He is so focused I think he wouldn’t notice if we shot him with a rifle.” the Chef answered, smiling just as mischievously.

In the meantime they watched Izuku finally open the fish belly to remove the guts inside with slow and very tense movements, as if actually afraid those innards would blow-up; in truth from his point of view he was actually managing to remove the poison sack from the special fish.

“...Since he is working so hard...Shouldn’t we also invite him and his mother? I would feel bad if he works this hard and doesn’t get a taste.” Takeshi muttered.

“...True. Pass me the phone, I will ask Saito-kun if he is okay with having two guests for dinner.” Rei answered after a short pause of thought.

“Sigh…” once the innards of the other two fishes as well went safely removed, they watched Izuku relax visibly, and start carefully removing the fins and head with a more calm disposition.

“Strange for the fish meat to turn gold in the real world.” Komatsu said.

“ The System values secrecy. Any Visual Effect produced by your world Ingredients or any other is immediately removed to hide the Ingredients’ Alien appearances. This is unless the Hosts ask otherwise.”

“What about worlds where that’s normal?” Mina and Pony asked.

“In those I guess they would, but in yours? Century soup produces an aurora, Jewel meat SHINES gold, Billion Bird’s Egg looks like molten gold. Is all this normal in your world?” Zaus asked.

“No,” they stated. “We were wondering if they hide it in worlds like that.”

“No, if it is something that can be common in a world, the System doesn't hide it.”

What the two did not know was that as soon as the poison sack and skin was removed, the System switched the fish that used to be in their fridge with the Puffer Whale Izuku was actually preparing, surprising the Chef with how fresh and gorgeous said fish flesh looked.

“Daaamn, that is one nice Ingredient, we got a good batch this time.” he admitted.

“Considering how much we spend every time you go out for groceries, it was a given!” Rei answered.

“Now the cutting…” they heard Izuku mutter while lightly raising the knife in his hand and…

“And?” Mina and Toru asked, leaning forward.

SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING !

“HOLY F***!” Both cursed in awe as a blurry of motion gave the impression the young man’s hand managed to split into hundreds of copies of itself to slice the fishes into hundreds of extremely-thin slices at every swing of the knife, so fast air itself went shredded.

Satisfied by the slices being all of the same thickness, Izuku dared to show a tiny smile while taking out two wide plates, and once gently slapped each and every slice of fish with the flat side of the knife, he composed the two dishes by positioning the slices like petals of a flower and with each layer alternated so to create the image of two giant pure-white translucent lotus flowers.

“There you are, Zaus-chan! The Hudred-Knives-in-one !” Setsuno said, laughing aloud.

All the hero’s jaws dropped at what happened.

“Woooooo!” Izuku gasped in awe. “Can you do that as well, Lunch Rush-san ?”

“... Eeeeehm….” was his only response. “Maybe… If I train…?”

Katsuki’s coughing fit sounded suspiciously like the word “ Bullshit. ”

He finished the two dishes by mixing olive oil, herbs, vinegar and lemon juice to season the carpaccio by gently drizzling the resulting aromatic oil all over it.

“Hors d'Oeuvre is ready.” Izuku muttered, elated, while adding a tiny pinch of pepper and rock salt and putting a single tiny cherry tomato carved into a rose in the middle of each plate.

“Wow, he turned a tomato into a rose...That’s not mere carving…” the family Chef muttered in bitter envy.

“Soup...I need to make the Soup next…” Izuku muttered while moving to grab a big slab of meat from the fridge.

“Please use this Boulder Armadillo meat to make the soup dish, and Host Izuku should remember the method the System taught him to tenderize its otherwise steel-hard meat into a dish good for human consumption.” After a Test about handling delicate Ingredients, it was time for the System to test the young Chef's knowledge in boiling and stewing.

Once removed the topmost layer of fat, Izuku moved the slab of meat on the chopping board and easily cut what to him felt like an ingot of steel into cute little cubes he then moved into a tall pot he filled in cold water.

“This knife is really sharp,” he muttered while putting the pot of water with the meat cubes on the fire to boil.