Knowing this town like the back of his hand, Izuku let his feet carry him blindly through the streets. He needed a place to set up workshop, but there just wasn't one suitable for his purposes.
He considered cashing in a favor or two with a couple of the dozens of people he had gone out of his way to help out over the years, but he didn't want to burden them. This was his problem, not theirs. It wouldn't be the end of the world if he couldn't find ways to experiment on projects. It would just be another failure on his pinboard.
Considering other ideas and backup plans in light of this failure, Izuku hardly noticed himself walking to the edge of town into the forest. It was only when he was standing in front of piles and piles of heaping trash did he realize where he was.
"I am here..." he said quietly to himself, thinking of his mentor as he stared out towards the unending clutter of Takoba Municipal Beach Park. It had become closed off to the public for being a safety hazard, unfit for civilians to visit after being overran with dumped trash.
Most of the garbage had surfaced up from the sea after being carried across and washing ashore. With the trash heap extending upwards over the staircase and metal-railed fencing, it was easy to ascertain that others from town were also choosing to dump trash here - encouraged by the litterbugs from beyond the sea.
Standing resolute with his hands on his hips, Izuku took a proud whiff of the foul stench spreading across the junkyard. "Not as bad as last time... I should get to work on it soon." Moving closer to the massive piles, he spotted something near the corner of his vision, quickly moving towards it. "Woah, who would throw this perfectly good workbench away?"
He ran his hand across the smooth wood. The legs on the bench had been blemished and scratched - likely due to the hazardous surroundings - but it still appeared to be useable. It wasn't infested with termites or had any mold growing on it just yet. At most, he estimated it had hardly been thrown out a week ago.
That's when it hit him.
His head craned left.
...Nothing.
His head craned right.
...Nothing.
Peace and quiet. Just the waves of the sea brushing against muddy sand and trash as it slowly accumulated.
"Who says I need a workshop when I have all this?" Spreading his arms out, Izuku laid claim to his knew home away from home. The more he looked around, the more confident he felt. Hardly anyone came around in a year, giving him enough solitude to make as much noise as he wanted. He could use the trash as blockades to prevent any spectators from seeing him, and he could easily hide away.
It was imperfectly perfect.
Using the small amount of strength he held in his ten-year-old arms, Izuku dislodged the workbench from an old metal shopping cart and heaved it upright. It probably wasn't a good decision to make a station and work in front of the forest like this, so he needed to carry it somewhere around back.
Dragging it around several smaller clumps of trash and squeezing between larger ones, Izuku found a small opening where there was hardly any trash. He quickly pushed the workbench over to it, taking a moment to catch his breath before quickly moving the other trash aside.
An open space off to the side, out of sight and concealed by hulking piles of garbage. Unconventional, but it would do. With this, he could kill two birds in one stone. No, three, or possibly even four birds.
Work on his experiments for support gear, clear Takoba Beach of its trash, train his muscles and build up his body, and maybe even find some hidden gems or parts he could use or sell for some extra money.
Maybe everyone else thought this place was trash, but to Izuku, it was just what he was looking for.