The complete lack of some crossovers simply baffles me. Time to change that!
I wonder, oh I wonder how many people, beside me, actually search for this kind of thing?
First time on taking a story seriously - constructive, reasonable criticism and/or praises are most wanted.
Until I get my own cover art, Acculluz's amazing fanart will have to do for now.
"So... Quirkless, eh?"
The deaf pause that came after that was interrupted by a deep sigh of Midoriya Inko.
The visit to the doctor didn't brought the news she hoped for, and the doctor's behavior during the explanation of the diagnosis didn't help Izuku face the harsh reality that crushed his dream in the slightest.
It is funny how a single, simple thing, like an additional joint, could close so many doors.
"How's Izuku taking it?"
Inko would have retorted that question with sass, if it weren't for the genuine empathy coming from the voice over the phone.
He would always talk about his son as little Izuku in his normal, jovial demeanor.
"Not...not well. At all." Inko sorrowfully replied. She wanted to apologize, to say sorry for something she knew she wasn't guilty off.
But she didn't know what else to do.
The voice on the other side, however, knew that there is always a solution to a problem, no matter how impossible it may be.
"Inko, my dear... there is still a chance out there for him. A pretty solid one at that."
Her heart skipped a beat at those words. But not in the way like she's been told that a miracle could happen for her son.
It was out of hopelessness.
"You know that he doesn't accept students anymore. Dad has retired, and even if he hasn't - he only trained people with Quirks, and our son is..."
The voice spoke before she could find the words to finish with.
"Talk to him, explain the situation in the fullest. He'll know what to do."
She held her breath. If the reason to call him was completely different, she'd probably find the aspect of her husband telling her to trust his father-in-law to solve...well, anything really.
She let out the air through her mouth, and said:
"I will... Please stay safe, Hisashi."
"Will do. I'll see you in two weeks."
The missus put the phone in it's base when her husband cut the line.
Uncertainty was painted on her face - she knew how strict her father could be when it comes to Hero training. Well, strict is a mild word to describe his training regime.
The kicker was that people came to him not to get a degree that is a proof of mastery that other training clubs have - her father thought that experience was the best proof. Elementary, middle & high school students came alongside freshly-made Hero Rookies from all of Japan's Hero Schools.
He retired 3 years after Izuku was born, and it was mainly due to constant complaints of the training being either too brutal or too unfair. Inko personally thought that all those people were embarrassing themselves, simply because of a simple fact. And that fact was that it wasn't required to pass through her father's school for one to become a fully fledged Pro Hero - his teachings were optional, not compulsory.
Her father simply didn't had any patience to deal with that, and he was getting old - even 90 year-olds needed rest eventually.
Before calling her dad, Inko decided to see how her Izuku was fairing.
She slowly opened the door of her son's room, and was greeted by the light that illuminated the surrounding darkness.
It was a recent video of All Might saving citizens from an aftermath of a Villain attack that left a whole city block in fire and ruins.
"Worry not, for I am here!" The booming, yet reassuring voice of the current No.1 Hero spoke as he carried dozens of injured on his shoulders.
"Mom..."
The fragile voice of her son outvoiced the sounds that came from the computer as Izuku turned his head towards her.
His face was one of both desperation and sadness, with a stream of tears coming down on his cheeks.
"That's what I want to be... a super cool hero like that..."
It was simply heartbreaking.
Inko rushed and tightly hugged her son, as if she feared she may lose him at any possible moment.
She started to cry on her own, and the only words that could come from her were:
"Everything will be okay, Izuku. I...I promise that everything will turn okay..."
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He never liked seeing children cry.
Mind you, he could very well spot the difference between a child who cries because they didn't got the candy that they asked for...
And a child that cried because of true loss.
For his grandson, that was the loss of his dream.
And he was damn sure he would take away the reason for Izuku's tears. After all, what kind of a person would he be if he didn't help his daughter's son?
"Izuku, tell me...what is your dream?"
He already knew what it was, but he had to be sure if he was going to do this. He simply had to hear this from Izuku.
"To...to become a great...hero..." Izuku sniffed between words, the painful revelation was still too fresh for him. The tear stains were still fresh on his pillow.
"But tell me, help me understand - why do you want to become a hero?"
"Because I want to help people! It's beca-because I want to make people feel safe! I want to save them like All Might...with a smile!" Izuku almost screamed out the words.
And he didn't even hesitate in speaking of it. Not one bit.
He smiled, and put an arm over Izuku's shoulder. He looked upon the pinky, almosts bloodshot eyes of his grandson.
He never felt more prouder in his entire life.
"Then it is settled. I will help you Izuku."
The small child let out a short 'huh' at that. But with that statement, Izuku's eyes turned from sadness...to one of hope.
"I will pave the road of your dream, but ultimately - it is up to you to take it... Are you ready?"
He already knew his answer, if Izuku hugging him tightly and burying his face in his shoulder wasn't enough of a sign.
The young Midoriya looked up and starred at the long-bearded old man's face and yelped:
"Thank you, Grandpa Gael!"
The former slave knight just knew that day, that his grandson will become one of the greatest heroes there is.
Gael's Hood
A red colored cloth hood, once a symbol that of a slave knight. Despite it's tattered look, the hood does well to provide basic protection against elements.
The hood, which was a part of his ragged cloak, is all that Gael carried from an old, decrepit world when he was thrusted into a new one.
...Or is it?