Midoriya was an idiot. 

This was something he knew quite well, especially with his friend - a word he used VERY loosely - Bakugo, telling him such a fact over and over again, however the full proof of his idiocy came when he ran in the middle of the street in an attempt to try and save an old lady who had fallen over. Now this act in itself wouldn't have been anything to define the green haired teen as being foolish, however the fact that he had seen a car barreling down the street at the women before charging forward spoke volumes about his idiocy. 

He didn't have a plan for how he was going to move the weathered woman out of the way before she became a creamy red smear on the concrete. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he could move her out of the way before the chrome front of the roaring vehicle met with her ragged form, especially since his own diminutive weight had never been tested in such a fashion before now. His rationale brain tried to tell him that he was going to get the both of them killed with his stunt, given that it was simply impossible for him to do what he was thinking, yet despite all of this Midoriya grit his teeth as he set his feet forward in the vain hope that he would be able to do something to keep her from being killed. 

The sound of the car's engine roared, a death knell if ever there was one to be heard, however the green haired youth ignored it in favor of hefting the little old lady up into his chest. He then used all of the adrenaline within his body to throw himself towards the other side of the street. The echo of the tires screaming across the ground danced within Midoriya's mind as enfolded the elderly lady against himself as his back met the sidewalk. The sound of his thundering heart beat with the force of a war drum being struck once Midoriya came to grip with the fact that he was not dead; a terrified smile tugged at the edge of his lips following his ragged, panic struck breaths escaping from out of his exhausted lungs. 

"My, that was startling." A voice, weathered from years of use, spoke through the haze of terror and disbelief which had seeped into the green haired teen's suddenly throbbing head. "Who would have thought that I would end being saved from being turned into paste by such a sweet young man." The bespectacled woman chuckled while looking down at Midoriya. 

The high schooler blushed as he tried to look around the bright afternoon sun to see the face of the elated elder. 

"Are you alright, ma'am?" The green haired waif inquired as he slowly rose from where he lay, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind as the adrenaline washed free from his body

Midoriya couldn't hear her answer as seconds after she had opened her mouth sirens screamed into his ears. Wincing in pain, the teen turned his green eyes just in time to watch as several cop cars raced after the speedster who was probably heading for the city exit. The flashing red and blue lights atop their vehicles momentarily blinded Midoriya, though he chose not to complain about such a matter, instead he returned his focus back to the woman standing patiently next to him. 

"I'm sorry, but could you repeat that. I went deaf there for a moment." He chuckled nervously.

"I said that I'm doing fine, my dear." She chuckled before pulling her lips down into a deep frown of worry. "Though are you alright?" The old woman asked while brushing her hands down along the front of the long purple robe that she was wearing.

"I'm…not sure." The sudden realization of what he had just done, of how he could have gotten the two of them killed with his careless stunt, bounced around inside of the high schooler's head for several seconds as his blood pressure slowly settled back down to its normal biometric rhythm. "I'm probably fine, but I won't be sure until after my heart stops trying to climb into my throat." Midoriya chuckled, though it was painfully easy to tell that he was putting on a brave face.

In truth, the young man was beyond glad that he hadn't pissed himself right then, because sure felt as though he could have given that he could still see the front of the car's hood speeding in front of his eyes. 

Turning his head to make sure that what he was seeing was only in his head, the teen was unprepared to feel a hand reach out for him.

"My goodness, who knew you were a little monkey." The gray haired woman snickered as she looked up to where Midoriya currently hung on top of a stop sign. 

"S-sorry, ma'am." Midoriya nervously chuckled as he slowly climbed his way down from his impromptu perch. "I just…"

"Need some nice tea." She said, cutting him off from his thoughts. "How about you come with me to my shop down the street here?" The woman waved to the empty lane in front of her. "I'll make you a cup of hot jasmine tea before finding something to repay you for saving my life today." 

"You don't have to do that, ma'am." Midoriya's social training immediately kicked in following hearing the older woman offer such a thing. 

"But I want to, after all, heroism such as yours should be rewarded." She smiled.

Midoriya cracked open his mouth to reject her offer once again, but in seeing the calm, reassuring look within her dark green eyes he sealed his lips. "Alright. If nothing else, I can at least make sure that you get home safely." He said more to himself than to her. "What's your name by the way?" Midoriya asked after realizing that he knew absolutely nothing about the little old lady.

"You may call me Dowager, my dear." 

The pair walked hand in hand with one another down the eerily quiet street towards the small brick and mortar shop the elderly woman apparently owned. Midoriya was fairly put off by the fact that there seemed to be no one else outside at this time of the day, as the city was usually a bustling heap of cars, pedestrians, and other civilized amenities for which made up life within the modern world for which they lived. And yet today...nothing. Perhaps it had to do in part with the strange car chase that had happened not more than twenty minutes ago, but that didn't seem right to Midoriya. It didn't matter in the end, because once Dowager unlocked the door to her quaint, little shop the two of them stepped inside of a world filled with the subtle haze of burning sage, dimly lit lights, and low hanging crystals which shone with all the colors of the rainbow.

Midoriya's jaw dropped in awe as he gazed over the spectacle which was the curio shop. It was unusual to see such a place there within the middle of the city, as normally businesses such as these were pushed aside in favor of more modern conventions that catered to a crowd that had no real interest in such antiquities. Midoriya moved forward without thought down the stairs leading to the center of the, his green eyes blinking in slow succession as his mind analyzed the various wares which he had only seen in old japanese movies that his mother sometimes liked to watch. 

The sound of Dowager's laughter quickly broke the spell which had settled itself over his mind, thus making the teen return his focus to the owner of the place. "It's nice to see someone of your generation standing in appreciation over my little hovel." She chuckled while making her way to the front desk. "You have no idea how sad it is to know that the magic of places like this is being forgotten." Dowager sighed as she made her way through a dark blue curtain hiding the backroom from sight.

"It's really beautiful in here." Midoriya said while gently making his way towards a shelf chocked full of various amenities ranging from the mundane to the obscure. "It almost feels like I've stepped into another world." 

"Now that's a statement that I've not heard in quite some time." Dowager's voice echoed from out of the unseen kitchen. "Would like some cream or sugar with your tea, my dear?" 

"Uhh, sugar would be nice, please." The green haired teen answered offhandedly as he found himself making his way over to a glass case decorated with a number of stars and a bright half moon. 

He didn't know why he felt such a call to the case in question, but upon looking at the paraphernalia inside, of which included what appeared to be an old world toga and long red staff tipped with gold at both ends, Midoriya felt as though the objects in question were calling out for his attention. Why though, he couldn't say, seeing as he had never been that much of a cultural buff before now, his scores in history class could attest to that fact, and yet…

"See something you like?" Midoriya yelped and then jumped to the ceiling after hearing Dowager's voice right behind his ear. The teen had no idea how the older woman could move so quietly, but it was really starting to get to him. "While you're up there, do you mind dusting the fan for me? I can never stay up there long enough to clean that darn thing, what with these old bones of mine complaining everytime I so much as look at the ladder in my storage closet." 

"I...uh...sure?" Midoriya didn't know what else to say as he blinked down owlishly from his high mounted perch. 

"Very good, my dear." Dowager snickered while holding onto the tray topped with two cups of tea and some small containers of condiments. "After you're done, come down so that we can enjoy this tea I made."

Midoriya simply nodded at that point, as he did not trust himself to speak again.

It didn't take him long to complete his task, what with him swiftly grabbing the ladder and dust cloth from the nearby shelf to do his work, and so his still warm beverage by the time he settled himself down at the front desk where Dowager was waiting for him. However, the conversation Midoriya had with the elderly woman following this was by far the strangest conversations he had ever had with someone; where usually people of her age asked simple questions about himself and his life and if he had a girlfriend, something he didn't because was crushing over a certain blonde who hated his guts, the green eyed woman seemed to take particular interest in well...his interests. A feat even his mother didn't care to do.

"So, you want to be a hero, eh?" She chirped while pouring the two of them another cup of tea. 

"I do! I so truly do!" Midoriya bounced up and down within his seat before his manners got a hold over him. 

"And why is that?" Dowager asked after taking out some sugar from one of the pots on the silver tray set in between them.

"Because I want to do good in the world, like All Might and the other heroes of the world!" His dream, the thing that had inspired him on the lonliest of nights, filled Midoriya's mind with a sense of glee as he thought about finally becoming like the man he so admired.

"Hmm, you do realize that this would be a rather dangerous endeavor to undertake, do you not?" Dowager's eyes narrowed as she looked upon the young man in front of her. 

"Of course, but that's why I want to become a hero." When the old woman cocked her head at him Midoriya continued with, "It's because the world is a really treacherous place that I want to be someone who can protect people such as yourself." Midoriya explained while clutching his fist tightly in front of his face as All Might would when preparing to fight. "I want to be someone who can stand up against injustice and fight back those who would try and hurt people like Bakugo." Midoriya blushed a little when he thought about the fiery blonde who he was sure hated his guts. 

"You mention this Bakugo person before now in passing, but who is he exactly?" Dowager questioned before sipping her tea.

"He's...a friend of mine." The scarlet hue that colored Midoriya's cheeks told the older woman exactly what the young man wouldn't, or couldn't at the moment.

"I see. So there's more to this than simple vanity." Dowager purred while settling back into her seat. "He must be very special to you, to make you want to put your life on the line in such a manner." 

Midoriya let out an incoherent mutter in response to her question.

"Well, while there's nothing I can do to help you on that front, I can at least give you a little gift which might help inspire you to reach your goal." Dowager nodded before slowly getting up out of her wooden rocking chair. 

"Um!! Y-you don't have to do that, ma'am! I-I wouldn't want to impose upon your generosity, after all!" Midoriya stated in a blind panic as societal guilt began to worm its way down from his mind into the pit of his belly.

When Dowager returned from the backroom with a small wooden box in her hand, she said, "Consider it a thank you gift for cleaning my ceiling." 

"Are you sure? I-I don't want you to feel obliged to do something for me just because...you know...earlier." Midoriya blushed while reaching up to rub the back of his shaggy head in unabashed embarrassment. 

"Oh dear, believe me when I say that couldn't make me feel such an emotion even if you tried." It was the way in which she said her statement that raised the teen's eyebrow, but instead of contemplating the reason as to why such a statement was rather odd to his ears, Midoriya reached for the little box.

Taking it and then settling its surprising weight on his lap, the green haired youth pulled open the top and then looked inside. Staring back at him was a golden amulet with the visage of a handsome monkey man on it. It reminded him of a figure he had seen before in his cultural studies classes, but not exactly. There was something about the face that was off. Perhaps it had to do with the nose, or the eyes? 

"Thank you, ma'am." Midoriya bowed his head after sealing the box close. 

Midoriya didn't think much about the gift he had been given during his walk back home, mostly because he still had to go shopping for his mother, who was quite concerned by his tardiness in getting back to them. Talk of him helping Dowager get across the street and then down to her shop helped to clear up the air, because of course his mother wouldn't believe that he had saved her from nearly getting run over. She barely thought that much of him at all, so him doing something actually heroic was rather laughable. A quick dinner and short bath later found Midoriya entering into his room and then pulling himself out of his clothes. 

The feeling of being free from the insufferable cloth he was forced to wear for school was one in which the green haired youth reveled in, however given the nature of his upbringing he couldn't exactly let such a fact escape his lips. Regardless, it was while doing his nightly exercises that Midoriya thought about the events of the day and the amulet which he had been given. He of course couldn't exactly wear such a thing while out and about, if only because he would never forgive himself for losing such an expensive looking gift, or having it stolen off of him, so with that in mind, after he finished his final stomach crunch, Midoriya took out the box from where he had kept it hidden within his backpack, opened it up, and then slung the chain holding up the golden disk around his neck. The weight of the medallion felt lighter than he had expected it to, and yet despite this there was a strange pressure which accompanied its presence against the front of his chest. 

Midoriya let it settle along his body for several minutes before going to his computer and looking through the internet to see what his hero had gotten up to today. A short phone call from Bakugo later, in which the other called him a moron for some reason he just barely acknowledged, followed with the teen pulling back from his desk and then stretching the fatigue from his limbs. Swirling around in his chair, Midoriya crawled atop his bed and then flopped down in utter exhaustion.

He didn't know why he felt so tired, but just as soon as his head hit the pillow his eyes slammed closed. Two seconds later the green haired teen was snoozing the night away, which is exactly what the medallion, or rather the spirit within, wanted as it went about its work. The subtle golden glow which came from the small piece of jewelry seemed almost benign as it grew in radiance along its new host's neck. It had been such a long time since it had been given to someone worthy of its power, and thus in feeling its way through the human's body, the spirit within the medallion swiftly set to work making the necessary changes it desired of the teen. 

First came the green tufts of fur which pushed free from the pores of Midoriya's skin, a perfect blanket for which would protect the sensitive skin from the injuries that would soon be inflicted upon the youth's body. Next came the elongation of his bones, the unsubtle lengthening of his spine to form that which would become his tail made the teen roll around wildly in his sleep, and yet the boy did not awaken, not even when his feet stretched out into thick, monkey paws. Midoriya did growl when his ears lengthened and his cock swelled in between his widening legs, the plumping of his testicles helped to keep the other locked safely within the lands of dream, of which became rather erotic as the building testosterone. Midoriya huffed like an old war freight engine as he found himself going from being bullied by his wouldbe best friend to tackling the other and then folding the other into several painfully sensual positions, all the while grinding his elongating cock along the small of the other's back and in between the cleft of his pert rump. Midoriya's fingers twitched as he could almost swear that he could feel the blonde in his dreams within his hold, but that was just an aftereffect of his digits puffing up with mass. 

Midoriya rolled along his bed again as more changes overcame his body; from his immature chest barreling out to give him the extra added strength he would need to endure going one-on-one with criminals, to his ass growing wide with the extra cushion which would be needed to come his best friend's mouth whenever he got on his last nerves, to his teeth elongating in preparedness to devour the raw meat which would provide the calories needed to keep his new muscles in shape as he continued developing into a man worthy of praise, the spirit within the medallion shaped its new host into becoming its ideal of what a true 'hero' was supposed to be. The golden radiance that surrounded Midoriya tapered off once the last few changes came into place, these being his chin broadening and the rods within his eyes doubling in order to give him the night vision he would need to stalk criminals during the hours after the sun had set. 

The spirit of the amulet, satisfied with Midoriya's new look, decided to awaken the other by echoing a loud, animalistic scream within his ears as a joke. 

The green haired youth let out his own monkey-like scream as he jumped up to the top of his ceiling, however instead of instantly falling back down Midoriya found himself acrobatically somersaulting from his bed onto the floor. Landing on his hands instead of his feet was curious to the transformed boy, however his mind quickly came to terms with what was happening to him after he curled himself around onto his new feet. Blinking as he stared down at his new self in quiet shock, Midoriya's lips twitched before pulling into an unapologetic smirk as he rubbed his much more dexterous hands along his wider chest and torso. The plush feel of his new fur felt welcoming as he moved his left leg up and then began to stroke his twelve inch cock with the tips of his toes; the fact that he was able to maintain his balance without even trying spoke volumes about how natural his change was for him, however, that was nothing compared to the thought of finally being able to become the hero he always wanted to be for the world in which he loved so much. 

The spirit inside of the medallion, now infused into his chest, seemed to agree with this sentiment, the same as it did the idea for which Midoriya had of showing off his new self to the mouthy upstart Bakugo. The thought of him shoving the other down and then running the head of his stiffening cock and flexing nuts along the front of the other's mouth until he cried uncle made the green haired monkey chuckle in unrestrained need.

At least until his mother came to knock on his door to ask what all the laughter was about.