AN: *Siiiigh* What is this idiot doing? Another story? He can't even keep up with his other ones!
"NEVER FEAR, FOR I FULLY INTEND TO CONTINUE WRITING THEM ALL!" Manny proclaims boldly!
Anyways, This is my first attempt at writing a canon protagonist! Nervous sweating, All I know is SI's, I really have no clue how I'll fair. In all actuality, it's this fear alone that prevented me from posting this story idea months ago. And now that I am, the concept is rather saturated,(Not that it wasn't before, but deniability is the name of the game baby!). Izuku with a quirk! I tried to mesh the two quirks his parents have together and came up with this... (Who am I kidding, it's just Natsu).
That being said, I can genuinely say that no matter what I do for this story, someone's already done it before. This isn't a new concept. As such, I'd like to present my muses... Can I call them that? Er... My greatest inspirations/influences:
btn29's 'Torchbearer' motivated me greatly to write this. I grabbed a lot of inspiration from their story, I personally feel like it's a good standard to strive towards! I mean, it's SUCH a good story! Seriously, my favourite MHA story on this site! Although, given their success, I doubt they need a extra like myself to promote them!
sremiehzla's 'Deku: The Telekinetic Hero' was the first quirk!Izuku story I read, and the first thing that came to mind was "Wow, I wanna write something like that!" They too, inspired me greatly to write this! Their story is also incredible as well! And again, I'm probably preaching to the choir here! You guys already know just how amazing their story is. Although, a fun fact about their story is that they wrote most of it on their phone! LIKE HOLY!
Ahem... Sorry, I'm done fanboying. Also, I'm only human, so if there are errors, let it be known I've been editing this chapter for months. At this point someone could sneak in full passages of the charter of rights and I'd be none the wiser. On another note, I don't think it needs to be said but... I don't own My Hero Academia.
Okay, that's everything. Without furtherado, chapter 1:
By the age of 4, it became clear to Izuku Miodriya that some people, simply weren't as strong as others. Some people simply weren't gifted with the same advantages and some people simply weren't born equal.
It all dawned on him like an epiphany one night. It was storming outside, and the chaos was simply too much for the neighbourhood generator to handle, promptly fizzling and breaking down. Without power, the Midoriya household relied on candles to light up the darken rooms.
It was through this inconvenience, this denial of light and electricity that Izuku shined the brightest. Metaphorically and literally as the candlelight was soon drawn towards, and then sucked down by the child. The sudden movements caused his stomach to gurgle, and air forced its way out from his throat. Air and fire that is, the boy burped fire.
Needless to say, tiny Izuku was ecstatic to finally awaken his quirk. Even from a young age, he had a hobby, daresay obsession with quirks. And even at four, his mind was whirling at the implications of his newfound power.
The following day, he was quick to demonstrate his quirk. He asked his teachers for a small fire, to which they hesitantly agreed. And much like the night before, Izuku opened his mouth, and all but slurped down the gentle small flame.
The teachers clapped, and his fellow students all stared in awe. They were all but certain he was quirkless, he was the last one to manifest a quirk in his class after all. Izuku flushed in embarrassment at the sudden praise and attention, but ultimately decided to continue with his demonstration.
Izuku's cheeks were puffed, he tilted his head upwards and unleashed a small fountain like stream of fire. It lingered in the air, only a foot or two from his mouth before dissipating entirely. If the awe and praise was obligatory before.
Then now, it was definitely present with genuine awe and expectation.
"Wow, Midoriya, your quirk is very amazing!" His male teacher exclaimed, clapping his hands and beaming proudly towards the boy.
"It sure is!" His female teacher agreed.
The students all but cheered at the phenomenon before them. Izuku was a walking flamethrower. The praise, the genuine praise made Izuku beam in joy. They thought his quirk was cool too! They thought it was amazing, just like Kaachan's! Surely then, he could become a hero, just like his idol, All Might!
Speaking of Kaachan, he turned to see his friend's reaction. The green haired boy flinched at the deepening scowl on his friend's face. His sharp eyes were narrowed, his red eyes glaring at Izuku. Despite that all, Kaachan remained quiet, favouring to simply glare at his friend.
The rest of the day passed, with people going up to Izuku and asking him about his quirk. The timid boy would dissolve into a babbling mess every time. But instead of scorn, the majority of his classmates found it annoying at worst. It didn't deter them from continuously seeking him out.
Lunch arrived, and Izuku was looking forward to speaking with Kaachan, perhaps now the name Deku would lose all of it's meaning. After all, with a quirk like his, surely, he couldn't be useless, right?
Izuku practically ran over to his friend and was skipping before him in endless energy. The blond's scowl deepened at his sight.
"What is it Deku?" The little boy said through gritted teeth.
"D-deku? B-but I have a quirk n-"
"Who cares? You're still Deku, you're still useless," Kaachan interrupted, crossing his arms and sulking deeper into his chair.
Katsuki was not pleased. Not pleased at all to hear the students and teachers praise Deku, Deku of all people! Deku was a weak crybaby. It angered him to think that Deku of all people was now his equal. It pained Katsuki to admit Deku had a pretty cool quirk too. It pained him greatly. It felt threatening. It felt dangerous. Even at his young age, he knew when a potential challenge to his climb as the number one hero was presented before him. It just infuriated him beyond belief that his first stepping stone was his cowardly friend of all people.
He knew he was amazing, the best, the greatest! His teachers told him as such. But to tell Deku the same too? That stung. It carved deeply into his growing ego. It angered him. He was supposed to be amazing, no one else! His teachers said he was amazing! It's not fair that someone else can be amazing too! It's his title, he earned it!
Yet, here he was. Sharing the title with someone. It was like having candy ripped from his hands. He had a lot of anger swirling through him. He definitely didn't want to talk to his friend now of all times. Yet naturally, the green haired dummy just had to immediately waltz up to him during lunch.
"U-useless!?" Deku repeated, his eyes were watering at the thought.
That just served to anger Katsuki more. This, this was his supposed equal? A crybaby who can't even stand up to him!
"Yes useless! Your quirk sucks! You need someone's help to make it work!" Katsuki shouted.
His hostile tone and outburst was snuffed out in the cacophonous classroom, but Izuku heard it loud and clear from his position beside the blond. It stung hearing that from his friend. He just wanted his approval, and admittedly to get rid of that mean nickname.
But, to think Kaachan already discovered his quirk's weakness from one demonstration alone. His friend was really amazing. It was due to Kaachan's inherit talent that Izuku wanted his approval. To be accepted by Kaachan would have been the second best thing to happen from receiving his quirk. The quirk itself topping any experience.
Yet now, he couldn't help but agree with his blond friend. His quirk needed a fire source to work. Izuku learned that much from his experimenting. His mom was pretty nervous with her son playing with fire, but indulged it, admittedly with many precautions in place.
Through that experimentation, Izuku noticed that he couldn't generate fire on his own, he needed another source to successfully use his quirk. Izuku wasn't particularly bummed out by the prospect, too engrossed and thrilled to simply have a quirk at all.
However, with the excitement fading, and his weakness being so openly chastised by his friend. He was starting to see the merit in the criticism. His quirk, objectively lacked practicality. Unless he carried fire with him at all timers, it would be situational.
Izuku in time would learn how to properly and eloquently pinpoint the weaknesses and benefits of his quirk. But at his young age, all he could surmise was that his quirk, was useless without help. By extension, what's to say he wasn't the same?
Pre-school ended and his mother picked him up. He was quiet during the whole time back, his energetic and jovial mood sapped away from his friends' scalding words. Inko Midoriya took notice of her son's change instantaneously.
It was a glaring contrast to the thrilled excitement he shown not only a few hours ago. She asked what happened and only managed to receive a mumbled response of 'nothing'. Clearly, it wasn't nothing, but she really didn't wish to pry.
She decided on a different approach altogether. After supper was cooked, ate and cleared up. Inko made her way towards the house's computer and fired up the only video her son's been viewing for the last few months now.
All Might's debut video. She cranked up the speakers and pressed play. Inko would claim it took courage to view such a bleak and disastrous looking video. However, she would never let her child view something without seeing it first. As such, she understood, if only slightly where her child comes from when watching it.
The hulking man with the never fading smile would emerge from a desolate highway with heaps of people draped across his arms. His booming laughter pierced through the chaos. His smile, calming and resonating. And his words of reassurance and encouragement even made her feel at ease from the comforts of her own home.
Izuku barreled through the door, flushed cheeks and a beaming toothy smile. He dashed towards the chair, launched onto it and glued his gaze towards the screen in practiced ease. Inko stifled a giggle, her child was far too easy.
His sudden burst of joy and energy quickly subsided, and a somber expression washed over his features. It puzzled Inko. Perhaps he wasn't as easy to read as she thought? What had her child feeling so distraught, even after learning about his quirk?
She wouldn't deny the amount of relief she felt once she saw her little Izuku awaken his quirk. She even had an appointment set for the following week. Her baby boy was the only child in his class who still hadn't manifested his quirk. She was feeling nervous and anxious, dreading him being quirkless. Her fears washed away once he started to breathe fire though, a quirk inherited mostly from his father.
Regardless, with her fears quenched and secured, she'd imagine Izuku too would feel excited and happy to finally have his quirk. So why the long face? Her answer came quicker than she imagined as the boy turned on the swivel chair and faced his mother.
His eyes were puffy, and he was chewing on his lower lip in a feeble attempt against tearing up. Pools formed near the bottom of his eyes as his lip started to quiver.
"Mom, can I be a hero?" The boy asked, although it was arguably a begged plea.
Inko was caught off guard, not from the question, but the state of her child. He was crying. He was in pain. Someone or something had made him question his resolve. It sent ripples of turmoil through her person. She fell to her knees in clamped her arms around her crying boy, pressing her cheek against his.
"Of course Izu, of course you can," She whispered sweetly.
It made her heart wrench to hear him choke at her words. He proceeded to cry his heart out, babbling incoherently at her. Inko couldn't resist but reciprocating his actions. The two remained in each other's embrace for minutes, simply indulging in each other's cathartic experience.
It had been months since Izuku awoke his quirk. In those months he decided he needed change in order to improve his chances of becoming a hero. Although his mom didn't let him use the internet, he did have access to books. Their trips to the library were becoming some of his personal favourites.
This in itself helped surge his ability to read and write tremendously. Especially due to the content material he had in mind. It was difficult, and he'd admittedly get his mom to do some, (most) of the reading. But Izuku was tenacious and determined if nothing else.
Beyond that, Izuku also focused on his interpersonal relationships. He decided against associating with Kaachan. It was a hard choice for him, after all, he admired his friend greatly. But, his mom believed he could be a hero and he wouldn't allow for anyone to undermine her words. He wasn't going to let her faith in him break or waver. In by doing so, he'd have to prevent his own motivation and will from doing the same.
Kaachan at first was furious, even going out of his way to antagonize Izuku. Although the words stung, and he felt like he wanted to cry. He refused to respond. Eventually, the blond gave up, always a massive scowl on his face.
Izuku always wondered why his friend became the way he did. But after his quirk manifested, he was starting to relate far more than he was comfortable with. He had 'friends' now, who stuck to him like glue. His teachers always made sure to praise him in equal amounts they did Kaachan. It was very embarrassing.
Izuku lost count of the times his brain fried from all of the attention and general kindness. He'd normally wish to disappear or avoid so much interaction altogether. However, the aspiring hero took this as an opportunity to practice. The media and citizens played a big role in hero life, usually they were a bit overbearing too.
Being admired for his quirk could just be seen as being admired for his heroics. At the very least, the idea was there so that he wouldn't dissolve into a blushing mess every time someone had something nice to say. It was a work in progress, but even Izuku was starting to see some results.
Inko Midoriya showed great interest in helping her son's dream become a reality. As such, over the months she did plenty of research into heroism and quirk theory. Naturally, she found the latter of the two more difficult to comprehend. However, the path to becoming a hero became quite clear to her.
In fact, the greatest chance for him to become a hero, was actually in the very city they lived in. UA High School was situated in Musutafu City. It had grueling entrance exam rates, but those were ten years away. Ten years enough for her child to hone his skills and be ready.
She was certain of this especially due to seeing the determination on Izuku's face. He still got distracted by All Might video's, and the occasional candy or ice cream, but he had a strong resolve and it showed.
Inko decided that the best way to help Izuku's chances were to first get him some help with his quirk. As amazing as fire breathing was. It was highly dangerous. It's growth would be stunted in the confinements of their house. A tutor or an expert in the field could help him train it safely. It would cost some cash, but ultimately was a necessary investment.
She sprung the idea onto Izuku over dinner and the boy practically squealed at the prospect, nodding his head with such fervor she worried he'd get whiplash. Inko has never seen her boy eat so quickly and actively go to bed. He was basically willing the next day to come.
Izuku was beside his mom with his hand held. They two greenets had their eyes glued to the building before them. It was slick in design, new with metallic colours. Izuku only knew that the building here was supposed to help him learn how to use his quirk more effectively. Or, to make it not as useless.
Izuku was thrilled by the prospect, sure meeting new people and going to new places made him a bit nervous, but with his mom by his side, and the promise of improvement easily surpassed those nerves.
After some more psyching up, Izuku and his mother marched into the building. The air conditioning splashed over them as they entered. The metallic exterior matched the interior, and the place looked more like a laboratory than it did a quirk expert office.
Inko Midoriya didn't allow that to deter her though, she pressed forward, with her child staring in awe. The aspiring hero never thought he'd find himself in a quirk facility. That just felt like the things real heros used.
The pair walked up towards the receptionist desk. Seated there, was a woman in a neat suit, and hair that looked like water. Her gaze rose from her monitor towards the two greenets.
"May I help you?" She asked curt and politely.
"I've set an appointment with Mizuha Atsunori for Midoriya Izuku," Inko responded mechanically, getting caught up in the moment.
The woman's looked from the woman towards the small boy. Izuku was hugging his mom's pant leg, using it as cover. He peered from behind the safety and comfort that she was.
"I see, you are a bit early, are you okay to wait?" The woman asked.
Izuku's mom only managed to open her mouth before someone started to speak, "That won't be necessary,"
The little boy jumped at the sound and angled himself in a position where his mom can act as cover for both the receptionist and the grizzled looking old man.
"You must be Mrs. Midoriya, pleasure to meet you," The man said in between a bow.
"Mizuha," Inko reciprocated the gesture in return.
He was older, wrinkles on his face and his dark brown hair was riddled with silver roots. His blue eyes fell onto the timid boy, and crinkled kindly. He crouched down, until he was at eye-level with Izuku.
"You must be little Izuku, I heard you have a very cool quirk," The man greeted warmly, a smile on his face.
Izuku beamed at his remark, pumping his tiny chest out in pride. The elder boomed out in laughter and patted the child on his messy green locks.
"I'll help you learn how to use your quirk, but I'll need you to pay attention, can you do that?" The man asked.
The aspiring hero nodded vehemently, his little fists clenching in a sign of gusto and eagerness. The elder laughed out loud a second time before rising up to his full stature again.
"I like him! I look forward to working alongside the two of you!"
Izuku's first day of middle school had him a bit anxious. No matter how much confidence he managed to gain, something about exploring the unknown always seemed to put him on edge. It was like that for elementary school, and when he joined recreational soccer.
It realistically shouldn't even bother him that much, the majority of his elementary 'friends' were going to the same middle school as him.
He used the term 'friend' loosely, as most only truly saw him for his academic intellect and quirk. Admittedly, Izuku never really took much time to develop his friendships further than that. He was a very busy boy, and if he wanted to become a hero, he needed to devote himself 100 percent.
Every weekend he would head out towards Mizuha's office to practice and develop his quirk. Once he was old enough to understand, his teacher would explain to him that a quirk could be seen as a physical extension of one's body, and as such required use to grow. Kind of like muscles. Izuku took those words to heart and would actively try to use his quirk whenever he could.
Usually in the confinements of his home or in isolation. Quirk use without a license could be seen as a minor crime after all, and that's something the greenet would like to avoid altogether.
Izuku also decided to adhere to a rigorous training schedule. Something he started recently at the request of his quirk instructor.
"A hero can't solely rely on their quirk, no matter how cool it is."
"Right, that makes sense, It'd make us susceptible to jarring weaknesses and villains could exploit that quite easily. The best course of action then is to diversify our talents and increase utility. By doing so, then we can at least make ourselves more of a thr-"
"Yes! Yes! Exactly what you said, as such, I want you to create a workout plan!" The older man interrupted with a cheerful smile.
"A workout plan?!"
"Correct! Don't misunderstand, you're a fit boy Izuku, but if you want to be a hero, you need to be at the pinnacle of your physical capabilities."
"Okay! I'll do it!" he responded, his demeanor visibly glowing at the sound of 'hero'.
Izuku went to the library and read up on proper ways to better improve one's body. Admittedly the majority of what he found was just magazines and fads. But he persisted regardless. Eventually, he decided on quitting recreational sports and instead joined a gym.
Money was tight, especially with the payments his mom pitched in for his quirk development. As such, he realistically could only afford to do one or the other. Concentrating his efforts would simply warrant the best results.
But beyond going to the gym, Izuku also made sure to go out for runs too. He juggled each and every muscle he worked, maximizing his efficiency. He would wonder sometimes as to why he didn't start earlier. However, every time he would vaguely recall how premature muscle building could have negative effects. He'd usually leave the topic at that.
Back at the topic at hand, Izuku was standing before his middle school. It was three floors tall, probably per year, had a brick gate, cream white walls, and trees lining the entrance. It was imposing compared to his small elementary school. That was for certain.
Aldera Junior High.
Izuku gulped down his nerves and took his first step forward. Only to clip the back of his shin and lean forward.
This is going to hurt… he thought absently, his eyes glued to the quickly closing pavement.
Before he could embrace the cool hard surface, he was snapped back upright with severe force. He was on his own two feet again, which prompted a small sigh of relief.
"Tha-" Izuku froze, his eyes landing onto his saviour.
"Deku, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Katsuki hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"B-Bakugo!? Nothing! I mean, I was falling, but tha-"
"Fucking christ, shut up if you're just going to stutter," The blond responded, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking pass the greenet.
"... Thank-you," Izuku finally said.
"Whatever…" Katsuki stopped, and turned to face his former friend, "You… you're not my equal, you'll never be my equal, got that?" He snarled.
The blond didn't wait for a response and turned away from him. It occurred to Izuku that a bit of a crowd was forming around them, He supposed their reputation preceded them.
"Bakugo!" Izuku called.
The boy in question stiffened, angling his head to the side. Visibly, one eye poked out from his blond spiky locks to glare at Izuku, as if piercing right through him. It made the aspiring hero pause, and gulp in anxiety. He couldn't let what happened in the past deter him from saying something he wanted to say for a long time. He shook his head, and steeled his resolve. Izuku returned the glare with a gaze of his own, one that he hoped portrayed his conviction.
"I don't want to be your equal, I… I intend to surpass you!" the greenet proclaimed.
Murmurs instantly followed from the forming audience. Not that Izuku paid it too much mind, instead, his unflinching gaze remained on the blond. Bakugo turned his body to fully face him. His red eyes narrowed viciously and a feral smile slowly started to spread across his face.
"I'll fucking kill you," Bakugo replied calmly, his wicked smile never faltering.
Despite his tone or the vulgarity of his remark, Katsuki Bakugo couldn't have been more thrilled. Deku finally grew a spine. Perhaps he wouldn't be such a useless stepping stone after all. His feral smile grew wider at the prospect. Deku, who was placed on the same pedestal as him was finally showing something worthwhile.
Izuku stood a few meters away from the regulated campfire. He turned to face his teacher, who simply nodded in return. The aspiring hero took that as an invitation and opened his mouth wide.
The flames quickly reacted, and were whipped form their position and travelled through the air in a thin stream. The fire poured into Izuku's mouth until the entirety of it all was gone, causing the boy to swallow with a sigh. The irises of his eyes started to glow a faint red.
According to sensei Mizuha, it meant he was reaching his maximum capacity. Three discuses shot from the wall, soaring in separate arches and velocities. The greenet lowered his stance, bending his knees slightly as he inhaled a deep breathe.
He quickly blew towards the targets, flames shooting from his mouth in a concentrated beam of fire. Izuku jerked his head with precision tracing the target's trajectory. His mouth curled into a smile as he watched with satisfaction as the targets erupt into shattered pieces.
The ignited fragments crashed to the ground. The aspiring hero wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and bent over in exhaustion. It was tiring to breathe so much fire in succession like that.
"Good, very good Izuku!" Mizuha exclaimed, clapping his hands.
"Thank-you Sensei," The greenet said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
Izuku has worked under Atsunori Mizuha for the last several years, using his facility to cultivate his quirk, as well as take suggestions on ways to improve it. Over the years, Izuku has managed to gain an affinity with controlling the projection of his flames, a mastery that would have been near impossible without the proper supervision.
Additionally, the aspiring hero has expanded his range, both in his fire breathing, as well as fire consumption- as Izuku coined it. At his uppermost limit, Izuku could absorb flames from as far as 30 meters away. Considerable improvement from his initial 3 feet.
Although Izuku couldn't control his flames after breathing them out, Mizuha was adamant on claiming that with enough practice, Izuku would be able to do so. Moreover, his teacher also believed that with enough experimenting, and precision training, Izuku could possibly learn to consume more than just fire. Perhaps heat, even light.
All of these prospects made the aspiring hero more determined than ever, his quirk may have a glaring weakness, but if he could expand his 'fuel', then he'd undoubtedly become more versatile.
"Izuku, This will be our final lesson," Mizuha said after some time.
The boy in question snapped his head so violently, he nearly gave himself whiplash, "S-S-S-Sensei? Why? Did I do something wrong? Ha-"
"Nothing like that boy! Simply put, There's very little I can do for you now,"
Izuku tilted his head in confusion, his mind meticulously working through the meaning behind those words. Was he trying to tell him that there's nothing to be taught? That after all of these years, they're done? But, he still needed to use the facility, there weren't any other places that could allow him to use his dangerous quirk otherwise!
"Don't fret Izuku, you're free to use the facility when you wish, people will supervise you too. I however, cannot offer you any more assistance. I leave the experimentation and advance development to my most adept pupils," Mizuha explained, a knowing smile on his face.
The boy shrunk in on himself, he was thinking out loud again, wasn't he? Nevertheless, Izuku believed he understood where his teac- former teacher was coming from. Izuku had a relatively decent mastery over his quirk's core fundamentals. All that was left was to customize it, specialize his quirk to cater towards his own personal needs.
"Izuku, you have your eyes set for UA, correct?" Mizuha asked, he folded his arms across his chest as he awaited an answer.
Blinking, the boy nodded his head fervorously, "More than anything,"
"Very well, By the start if your final year in middle school, set an appointment with me, show me the progress you've had since today. If you impress me, I'll forward a recommendation to UA," Mizuha explained.
Izuku's mouth hung open, his eyes wide in unabashed shock. A recommendation?! To UA!? His mother and him did some research on UA, and they surmised that admission into the Heroics Department was immensely difficult. But beyond that, every year, a select few students would be accepted via recommendation.
Recommendations basically meant that the student was the best of the best. They took a specialized test, one even more daunting than the standardized entrance exam. To make up for the increase in difficulty, recommendations essentially reduced the costs of attending to zero, as well as gaining immense publicity. It practically jumpstarts one's heroing career before it even started.
Izuku had to prevent himself from drooling, and focused his eyes onto his former teacher, only heroes could recommend a potential student into UA. Realization dawned on the boy, as he started stary eyed up to Mizuha.
"Y-y-you're a hero!?"
"Hahah, was a hero, I retired a while back, I still run this office though," The man corrected, pointing his open palms outwards, referring to the facility.
"Holy crap! That's incredible, what was your hero name? What was your quirk? Ican'tbelieveI'vebeenworkingunderthetutelageofaprohero,retiredorotherwiseandbeingnonethe wiser,IhopeIhaven'tmanagedtooffendyouinanyway,andmayIpleasehaveanautograph!"
"Wow, take it easy there! Name was Typhoon, my quirk, Water Soaker allows me to manipulate moisture in the air, and if you want the signature of a wizened old man like myself, then sure," The older man said, keeping up with his pupil's stammering.
Izuku nodded vigorously, which prompted the older man to laugh. He patted the greenet on the head.
"You're a good kid, with a kind heart. You'll make a splendid hero," Mizuha paused, and watched fondly as the boy beamed at his remark, "that being said, I won't just give out recommendations just because I like you. You still need to earn it."
Izuku's eyes hardened, his goofy smile was replaced with a thin line. Mizuha was always amazed at how seriously the boy took his heroics. His determination to become a hero was persistent beyond belief, it was practically an obsession.
Mizuha recalled asking what caused his fixation, would motivated him. The response he received was perhaps the last confirmation he needed.
"Why do you want to become a hero, Izuku Midoriya? Money? Fame?"
"No. nothing like that," Izuku paused in his exercise, giving the question some serious thought, "I guess I'm becoming a hero because I was told I can,"
"Expectation and obligation then?"
"I guess that came out wrong. Ever since I was little I wanted to become a hero. I got this amazing quirk, and I was given the support and encouragement to fulfill my dream. I won't let this opportunity go to waste,"
"Yes, yes, that's all well in good, but you haven't answered why you want to become a hero?"
"I guess, it's because I look up to All Might. He helps people with a smile, acts as their beacon of hope. I want to do that too. I want to help people with a smile," Izuku responded, smiling sheepishly.
Nothing in Mizuha's mind would have convinced him otherwise, Izuku Midoriya has what it takes to become the greatest hero to brace the world. Such inherit altruism was rare to see in this superhuman community. Such tenacity, intellect, drive and resolve created a perfect collage of necessary attributes required in a hero. Atsunori Mizuha was just grateful to be apart of the boy's story. He couldn't wait to see the kind of ripples Izuku would have.