CHAPTER 11

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Disclaimer: My Hero Academia belongs to the fabulous author Kohei Horikoshi. I only own a couple OCs.

~MIDORIYA'S POV~

"If you don't eat your breakfast, you'll be late to class, Izuku."

Said boy snapped his gaze up from the mostly-full plate, startled, when her mother suddenly chided him. Her eyebrow was raised in disapproval as she held her own bowl of rice and chopsticks close to her mouth.

"Uh, ah, sorry!" And began wolfing down breakfast at a blinding speed.

"Be careful, not that fast! You'll choke on your food!"

As if agreeing, the rice began clomping on his throat, making the poor boy cough and gulp down some water. His mother sweatdropped and rose from her chair to give him a few firm pats in the back.

"Honestly, I know you normally space off, but this is getting ridiculous." She ruffled his deep green hair affectionally before returning to her seat, picking up her chopsticks again. "So, what were you thinking about?"

"Oh, it's not that important..."

"Really?" The plump woman lifted a skeptical eyebrow. "Because it's not really that usual that you space out without a reason that you consider 'not important'."

Izuku opened his mouth, then closed it again, frowning. He knew his mother wouldn't let go of the topic that easily. Putting down his chopsticks, he let out a sigh.

"It's just... is is that hard to be rich?"

"Huh?" Confused, the woman blinked in confusion at that non-sequitur comment. "What do you mean?"

"Remember I told you the winged boy we met back at the train station was in my Hero Class?" She nodded, brows furrowed in both confusion and concentration. "Well I've been trying to meet him, to know him better. But..."

His frown deepened, trying to find the correct words for those complicated feelings inside him. Inko didn't interrupt his thoughts, as she always did when her son was trying to wrap his head around something particularly complicated.

"It's not that he's a bad person. Not at all, he's really kind, and never loses his temper, and he's really mature... But his behavior seems fake... Like he's just an actor in a movie."

"Hmmm..." Inko pursed her lips in a thoughtful expression, thinking intensely for a few minutes before understanding crossed her face. What she understood, her son didn't know. Then, she showed an expression he's seen many times in his life, back before he got All Might's power... "Oh."

The boy's eyebrows knitted together, chopsticks lowering as he saw her facial expression. Like a particularly unpleasant flashback, it reminded him of his childhood, as he grew up without any Quirk despite his dream of becoming a Pro Hero like All Might... At that time, she'd watch her son with those same eyes, face scrunched up in that expression.

Pity.

He didn't understand– his mother was pitying Hoseki-san? But why?

"Mom?" Worried about her prolongued silence, he tilted his torso towards her.

She blinked awake of her musing and smiled, but Izuku could still see the sympathetic glint in her eye that somehow shrouded her smile.

"I'm sorry, Izuku, it's just..." She let out another sigh and brought a hand up to her cheek. "Poor child."

"Huh?"

"You know he comes from a prestigious family, right?" At his confused nod, she continued with a soft voice. "Well, more often than not, children born into those families are pressured by high expectations and expected to act in certain ways that would please their family."

"Well, yeah, I kinda figured that out on my own..."

'But is that the only thing?'

Seeing as Inko wouldn't say anything else, the boy couldn't help but mull over his thoughts as Inko ushered him to get ready and on his way to school. He considered it was really possible that Hoseki's usual closed-off behavior was because of his social status and his education among a noble family– but that didn't really explain his looks whenever he thought no one would notice.

Izuku only caught it a few times himself, but those moments were... enlightening.

Hoseki analyzed everything.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing per se, but sometimes he'd get such a scarily intense look whenever he seemed to be deep in thoughts... It seemed as if he was a completely different person.

'Could it be that he has multiple personality disorder?' Izuku scrunched up his face in thought, gaze on the ground as he slowly walked to the school. 'No, I'm not sure about that... Though he really acts as if there were two different people... One that shows to us, and another that he keeps secret...'

In a way, it scared him. Which one was the real Hoseki Enzeru?

Just then, Izuku suddenly noticed that he was quite close to U.A, but... Something was off. There were too many people standing in front of the main entrance of the protective walls. There were some students among the people, but the majority seemed to be adults carrying what looked like cameras and microphones–

Wait... Were those reporters?!

"Deku-kun, good morning!"

Startled, Izuku couldn't help but yelp as he jumped almost a foot in the air, the unexpected –but familiar– voice of Uraraka exploded from behind him. Heart beating fast in his poor chest, the timid boy turned slowly towards her and felt his face burn as once again he witnessed her huge and carefree smile, not noticing she had startled him.

"O-oh, Uraraka-san, g-good morning..."

Her smile widened even more and skipped to his side, noticing for the first time the clutter of people blocking the way into U.A. "Wow, that's a lot of reporters..."

"Yes..." Izuku somehow managed to control his wild heartbeats and looked over at the group of people just swarming the entrance with a worried frown. "I have to go see Recovery Girl before classes, but at this rate it'll be impossible..."

Uraraka also frowned, but then perked up when she noticed the people's attention being grabbed by something... or rather someone. "Hey, isn't that Hoseki-kun?"

Izuku blinked as he also noticed the tall, winged boy just arriving at the scene and get practically barrelled by the reporters, until all they both could see were the tips of his wings and the upper portion of his white hair peaking over the people's heads. Neither of them could see him well from where they were, but the boy suddenly had the impression that he seemed to handle the crowd rather well.

"Wow... He has them dazzled..." Uraraka breathed with... Was that admiration? She had some color on her cheeks, but considering they always had a red patch on them Izuku wasn't sure if she was actually blushing or not. "He's really amazing. He's smart, considerate, kind, strong..."

She sighed, while her companion blinked. Hoseki-san was really famous around girls, huh.

"But..." She frowned as some reporter laughed at some comment Hoseki-san made. "I don't know, I think there's something else about him... Something that he doesn't want anyone to see..."

'So I'm not the only one with that impression...' Izuku frowned once more, looking back at the winged boy, who got some space and was actually visible for them. He was inmaculate of course, from his neatly-combed white hair to his pristine feathers in his wings, but there was some kind of edge in his smile as he glanced around. He seemed to notice the two of them though– his smile seemed turn slightly more genuine and he nodded politely at Izuku and Uraraka, subtly enough that the reporters didn't spot them.

"Maybe I'm just imagining it though..." Uraraka smiled as she waved back at Hoseki, then turned to her friend with a dazzling smile. "C'mon, we should take advantage of Hoseki-kun distracting most of the reporters."

Without warning, she grabbed his arm and, ignoring his stutters and his blushing face, began dragging him towards the gates.

This day had started off really weird.

~HOSEKI'S POV~

'Maybe I shouldn't have just let them swarm me like this.' I sweatdropped as dozens of microphones shoved themselves in my face, eager reporters clinging onto my every word.

I hadn't forgotten about the 'reporter incident' happening just before Class President Election, but I hadn't quite expected to be this crowded. I didn't know if the reporters recognized my surname as belonging to one of the noble families in Japan, but I made sure it didn't slip up just in case. And about their seemingly endless questions about All Might... I just chose to go around in circles, offering ambiguous answers without actually giving them any useful information- no sense in giving the villains some leeway and get to know how the Symbol of Peace worked, right?

And speaking of the villains, shouldn't their leader be around?

Taking advantage of the reporters' momentary distraction, I scanned my surroundings in search of said leader, but instead I found Uraraka and Midoriya a few feet away, paralyzed in place. I offered them a kind smile and a polite nod, Uraraka beaming at me as she waved with her hand, all the while commenting something to Midoriya before grabbing him by the arm and dragging him towards the door.

"So, returning to the topic at hand..." The blonde reporter who seemed to have a crush on the Symbol of Peace grabbed my attention once more. "Could you give us any input on All Might's educational abilities?"

I slipped my fake-polite smile back on as I turned towards her, my patience beginning to wane at her insistence. "I'm afraid I cannot describe his full capabilities as he just began teaching us and the school period has just begun."

"But surely you can give us some indications at what kind of subjects he teaches!" The woman insisted, all but thrusting her microphone in front of my face. I thought I saw some reporters trying to bug Bakugo into answering their questions, but quickly retreated at his threatening sneer. "Can't you at least tell us if he's being a good teacher at all?"

"Comparing him with other teachers seems unjust to me, to be perfectly honest." I ruefully smiled, noticing with perverse glee how her patience was slowly ebbing away too, her smile turning into a slow rictus. "Each has their own strengths and weaknesses regarding teaching."

"And which are All Might's strengths according to you?"

I faked a meditative face, not really willing to say anything. I was saved from answering though, when I heard a familiar male voice, drowsy and apparently fed-up with this ridiculous situation, call out to the reporters. When my attention turned to the voice, so did the reporters', who turned to the barrier doors to notice Aizawa standing there and ushering some people away.

"GIve us some insight on All Mig- CUT THE FEED! Why don't you get a little more presentable, dude!?" Exclaimed someone, presumably a reporter close enough to the door to actually ask him that directly.

"The man is off-duty right now." Aizawa waved the reporter away with his typical deadpan expression, grabbing my shoulder and dragging me with him. "You're interfering with our lessons here, so kindly vacate the premises."

As the reporters protested behind us, we calmly crossed the door threshold, knowing they couldn't follow us with the sensors there to stop them. He let me go as soon as we weren't swarmed by the people, and I turned to him to tell them something-

!

-when a suddenly violent shiver crept up my spine. I stopped in my tracks and turned towards the closed door, something Aizawa noticed of course.

"What's wrong?" He droned out, stopping too but not turning towards me as I continued scanning the door, as if I could see beyond it with some kind of X-ray Quirk.

I hesitated. Should I give a hint of the villains' presence there and potentially change the outcome at the USJ? I didn't actually know how they got the memo of All Might performing the Rescue Mission class there instead of at the main building, but the infiltration attempt later on that day was surely their doing.

"... I felt someone's eyes on us..." I decided to chose to be ambiguous, frowning at the door. "Someone not exactly friendly..."

Even with his usual passiveness, I hoped I managed to catch Aizawa's attention and alert him enough to raise security. Or maybe not, and everything would continue on as usual.

"... We should get back to class." His footsteps began getting farther away. Nothing in his voice pointed out what his opinion of this was or what he would do.

I shouldn't feel defeated after giving him such a vague indication of something going wrong. I tried to convince myself that considering that I shouldn't know everything, my little actions should at least stir up some kind of reaction in others. Still, a small sigh left my lips as I turned away from the door and began following the shady teacher to our classroom.

The walk was quiet as we both reached the classroom's door and we both got inside, the people inside quickly taking their seats and acting all correctly. I also took my own seat as Aizawa walked up to his desk, not bothering with a 'Good morning' before plunging right into the matters that concerned him.

"Hope you're rested from the other day's Battle Trial." He showed a shuffle of papers in his hand. "I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluation. Bakugo," he called first to the explosive boy, "stop acting like a 7-year-old kid. You're wasting your own talent."

Most of the class expected him to lash out at the teacher, but all he said in a low growl was: "... I know."

'Midoriya's fight with him, along with the presence of Shoto and the rest of the class, has served to make him see that he's not the only talented one,' I sneaked a peek from my seat to the ashen-haired boy as Aizawa berated Midoriya. 'Hopefully it will power-up his determination of becoming stronger without falling into cockiness again.'

"Hoseki." I blinked, gaze snapping up towards the teacher. "This is not a game. If you don't give your all into your training, you won't be able to pass the classes. In a villain attack, that can end up with your death."

All Might had written down that about my performance? That I didn't give my all in the Battle Trial? I frowned, confused. Sure it was just training, not a life-or-death situation, but that didn't mean that I was going into the fight half-

... Oh.

Ooooooooh.

I widened my eyes in realization, suddenly seeing clear what Aizawa was implying without telling directly to the whole class.

He was talking about my other Quirk, the Diamond Quirk. Keeping it secret from the others could end up with me killing myself. I closed my left hand in a fist.

"I expect a better performance from now on." Aizawa glared deep into my eyes, the reddening in his schlera somehow making the glare even more menacing.

"... Yes, sir."

It was out of my character, speaking up with such seriousness and no trace of my usual gentle voice in it, just replacing it with silent determination. But this wasn't the time to slip into a fake personality. Aizawa was giving me a heads-up of what would happen if I didn't use my full strength in the fights, and although I had my own reservations about my other Quirk, I was willing to at least try to use it from now on.

Even if I didn't know just why I had two Quirks in the first place.

Aizawa nodded, perhaps noticing my seriousness in my voice and face, before suddenly clapping his hands, making some of the students jump.

"Now let's get on with the homeroom notices. I'm sorry to have to spring this on you all, but..."

In unison, the majority of the class -minus the most composed and me, who already knew what was going to happen- tilted forward in their desks, tense and prepared for a mock exam.

"We need to pick a class president."

I sighed, hands covering my ears as absolute mayhem exploded, each of my classmates raising their hands up high and proclaiming they could fill the role rather well. I kept my own hand down, however, because honestly I saw Iida a more-than-fitty student to carry on with this duty.

As said boy demonstrated when he shut the whole class up, gave a small summary of a class president's duty and proposed the matter to be settled with a vote. Aizawa just went on with it and the rest of the class agreed rather quickly to his reasoning, so soon we were all with a piece of paper and a pen to write down the name of our chosen president.

I twirled the pen in between my fingers, pensive. Should I directly vote for Iida and give him at least one vote, or just roll with it and give Midoriya the vote, knowing Iida would become class president either way? Unless something went terribly wrong, my vote shouldn't really influence in the outcome- or so I thought, at least. In the end I mentally shrugged and wrote down Iida's name, going on with what my heart told me was correct.

When the time of the recounting came, the results were as expected...

Or not.

"I GOT THREE VOTES!?" Midoriya shrieked as he gripped his hair between his hands, face pale as he saw the results in the blackboard as if it had sealed his fate.

I was equally stunned when I saw my name having two votes, next to Yaoyorozu who also got two votes herself. The three of us soon stood in front of the class, Midoriya in-between the two of us.

"So then it's president Midoriya and co-vicepresidents Yaoyorozu and Hoseki, huh." Jiro rubbed her chin as she, along with the rest of the class, analyzed us.

"Damn, things are heating up for Midoriya!" Kirishima snickered, ignoring the poor boy trembling in place.

"Yaoyorozu was really cool during the training analysis." Ojiro commented nodding. "And Hoseki's really responsible and calm too."

All in all, with the exception of Bakugo -who vehemently refused to see Midoriya as his superior in any way- there were no complaints about the choices made. This was democracy after all.

Honestly, I hadn't expected to be elected co-vicepresident myself. Not that I particularly minded the responsibility, but my fake kindness was surely what got me in this mess in the first place. For a moment I regretted my fake exterior, but soon thought that this position may prove advantageous if things got hairy. I hadn't as much presence or authority as Midoriya and Iida -eventually- but at least it would bring me some kind of power to make people listen to me and not fall into a frenzied panic.

At lunchtime, Uraraka approached my desk to invite me to eat with her and the rest of her small group-meaning, Midoriya and Iida. I was confused as to why I was being invited into the main gang, but I accepted with a smile.

The enormous mess hall -named Lunch Rush- practically housed all departments of all the three courses, but it still felt crowded with me and my slight claustrophobia closing in. I wasn't really looking forward when the panic ensued with the alert, I grumbled to myself as I pushed my way to the table the three friends were eating at, fighting to keep my food on the tray and plopping down beside Midoriya. For a while all we had was amiable chatter as we consumed our delicious food, me secretly laughing at the panicked expression of the freckled boy sitting at my side.

"I was made class president so suddenly, I'm really not sure if I'm up to the task..." He mumbled almost to himself, bullets of sweat streaming down his face.

"Sure you are!" Uraraka spoke while eating, not lifting her gaze from her bowl of rice.

"I can't see why you're so unsure, Midoriya-san." I smiled gently at him as I picked my simple onigiri and bit down on it. Yum.

"You'll be alright." Iida's voice, while neutral, seemed really convinced. The three of us couldn't help but look at him. "You've got the gts and judgment when it counts, Midoriya. I voted for you because I knew you have it in you to carry us through."

The class president and Uraraka looked in shock at their friend, while I smiled. I knew the girl and the bespectacled boy were the ones that voted up for Midoriya and got him the position. In a way, that settled their friendship and their trust in the normally-unsure boy better than any other, and that made me admire then even more.

I sobered up as Iida told us about his superhero family and his relationship with Ingenium, all the while flailing his arms the way he used to, to emphasize his point. And now I wondered, where did I fit in this group? Why did they want me around, if all I did was to fake to get into their good graces? Would I be able to be called a 'friend' to them, or was it too daring?

"He's a beloved Pro Hero who prizes the rules and guides the people!" I came back to the conversation just as I saw Iida straightening and draw a genuine smile on his face, eyes shining. "And I aspire to be a hero like him one day. As such, I think it might be too soon for me to be in a leadership position. For now, Midoriya is the better man. And his becoming president is the right choice!"

For a moment, silence settled in the small group. Even having known his reasons to become a Pro Hero, it still shook me to the core the passion in which every character in the My Hero Academia anime spoke of their dreams, and the sincere selflessness at his admission of not being fit to become president. In my opinion, it was that selflessness that I admired the most, because I myself was quite the opposite.

I was just keeping myself around people because it was convenient for me. How awful was that?

!

Suddenly sirens blared out, startling the whole room as a mechanic voice called out for a 'Security 3 being breached' and that 'all students should evacuate'.

If what happened at the classroom was chaos, it dwarfed with the explosion that happened at the mess hall once the message kicked in. Students pulling, pushing, shoving, even throwing other people to the floor in their panic and attempt of getting out of danger.

And the screaming. Oh God the screaming that hurt the ears more than scratching a blackboard with your nails. I had to keep myself from snapping at the occasional kid that shoved me too harshly -without no effect as I was much heavier than most of them- as I quickly made my way to the massive windows and peeked the situation outside. I didn't attempt to look for the trio of friends, already knowing they'd be safe and that Iida would soon calm down the panicked crowd; right now, I was much more worried about the infiltrating villains disguised themselves as reporters.

Why had I forgotten that little detail!? Even when I just thought about it that same morning, just why did it slip my mind!?

Could I have done something if instead of going with Uraraka and the others I went to search for a teacher and inform them of the danger?

Would things have gone the same way regardless of what I did?

Pressing myself to the glass -partly because of the panicking crowd criushing me against it- I frantically looked outside, bypassing the press swarming the inner patio between the main building and the barrier, my gaze following beyond those...

And locking on the badly ruined back doors, as if something had sliced down one side of it as if it were melted butter.

I paled. This was the confirmation that the villains did get inside with an easiness that insulted U.A's security measures. This would mean in Nezu ordering in a reinforcement of security and a close eye in the students, too blind to actually find out the objective of the infiltrated villains.

And with this, the events at USJ would take place... because of my inaction.

I felt sick to my stomach, but I struggled to keep the bile down.

'It's okay,' I thought to myself, my hands closing into tight fists against the crystal. 'I'm prepared for this. I've been training to keep those dangerous events from happening...'

Aizawa...

Thirteen...

Midoriya...

All Might...

I had to protect them. I couldn't, didn't, lift a finger to change the events previous to USJ, which really sucked.

But at USJ... Things were going to be different.

"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN! IT'S OKAY!" I finally heard Iida's voice calming the still-panicking crowd. "IT'S JUST THE PRESS! THERE'S NOTHING TO PANIC ABOUT, IT'S OKAY! YOU'RE AT U.A! LET'S CONDUCT OURSELVES IN THE MANNER OF THOSE ENROLLED AT THE HIGHEST ACADEMIA!"

Later, when everything went back to a relatively normal situation and classes resumed, everything went as I expected. The police arrived rather quickly to arrest the rowdy reporters and forced the rest to withdraw from the building, which eased the tensions quite a bit. The students regained their cool after the teachers came back and reassured them everything was okay, but I noticed they were tense and were keeping an eye on whatever suspicious subject that may have surpassed the school grounds.

"All right, President, start us off." Yaoyorozu spoke up from Midoriya's left, while I stood on his right.

Her voice brought me to the present before I dwelt too much in my thoughts thankfully.

"Uh, let us initiate the ceremony for the new class president!" The freckled boy stuttered a bit at the beginning, but soon gained some confidence as he spoke up the next words. "But before that, I need to say something! In the end, I think that Iida would be the better man for the job after all!"

Said boy perked up, his face showing genuine confusion and a pleasant surprise at this turn of events.

"You proved yourself able to unify people so coolly, and it's my judgment that... Iida's becoming class president is the right choice."

The class broke into murmurs, but Kirishima's voice broke through everyone's: "Yeah, he's got a point! Iida made a great showing back there at the lunch room! I wouldn't have minded Midoriya either, of course!"

Kaminari snickered as he turned in his seat to smile at the redhead, nodding as he spoke, "He reminded me of that warning sign you see on emergency exits!"

"Is that alright with you, Aizawa-sensei?" I turned to our teacher as he huddled up in his sleeping bag.

"Whatever, just get on with it already... We're not getting any younger here." He drawled with an apathetic expression.

Of course, Iida accepted the role wholeheartedly... not feeling in the least offended by most of the class giving him the nickname of 'Mr. Emergency Exit'. He did look like one when he tried to stop everyone from panicking after all.

All in all, the day went exactly as it should have been in the manga and the anime, which irked me quite a bit. I still thought maybe I should've done something to change things, but not remembering the exact events occurring during the infiltration stopped me from doing so. Granted the anime didn't show just what the villains did after infiltrating the school, so I wasn't really sure I could've actually done something.

'Well, no point in dwelling in the past now...' I thought as classes ended and I was collecting my things, ocassionally waving goodbye at a leaving classmate. 'Next is... USJ. I have to be fully prepared this time, no leaving this half-assed like before.'

"Hoseki-san!"

Midoriya's meek voice called out to me when I was about to trespass the barrier's main doors. I turned in curiosity, just in time to see the freckled boy hunch over and breathe heavily with his hands on his knees. Apparently he'd run up to me to catch me before I left.

"Is there something wrong?" I questioned with a tilt of my head after he regained a bit of breath.

"U-um, I was just curious about something..." For some reason, he oversaw his usual shyness to lock serious eyes with mine. "It's not really any of my business, but I wanted to know... Just why did you choose to become a Pro Hero?"

I felt my eyes widen, caught off-guard by his sudden question. I really didn't expect him to be genuinely interested in my reasons to enter U.A and become a Pro Hero.

'Then again,' I softened my gaze as a smile grazed my lips, 'this is Midoriya Izuku we're talking about. Nosiness is kinda his specialty.'

His curiosity only seemed to increase at my smirk, judging the intense look in his face. I turned my gaze away and up to the orange-ish skies above us.

"Have you ever heard of a Pro Hero named Crimson Crusader?" I asked out of the blue.

"Huh? Uh, yeah, he was one of the best Pro Heroes, some saying he was on par with Endeavor himself!" He nodded rapidly, growing immediately excited. "He got his nickname because of his massive red wings and his undying loyalty to preserve the laws and protect the people, though..." His enthusiasm quickly ebbed away as he continued on, "he died in a villain attack, being ambushed by nasty ones. They say the body couldn't be recovered..."

I smiled ruefully as my gaze shifted from the skies to the ground beneath our feet.

"You know more about him than I do. I'm not really surprised to be honest- you seem to be quite methodical with things that you like." He stuttered something, but I just widened my smile before it turned a bit sad. "His real name, however, I'm sure you don't know."

"His real name?" The freckled boy blinked.

"Yes. His real name was... Hoseki Masaru. He was my father."

Silence, in which the information didn't seem to register him, at first. Then his eyes widened, until at last...

"YOUR FATHER!?"

Even with the serious topic, I couldn't help but chuckle at his surprise. "Well, Pro Heroes do have Hero Names to protect their identities after all."

Midoriya regained his cool after a short while, eyeing me with what seemed comprehension in his dark eyes.

"Then you want to be a Pro Hero to become like your father, then? Just like Iida-san wants to be like his older brother?"

"Oh, not really." I shifted my wings behind my back in a small show of awkwardness. "I never knew my father, so becoming like him is like trying to become a ghost. I don't know anything about his ideals or his motivations, or even if he was a good Pro Hero despite the rumors. So no, it's not because of him."

His brows furrowed, this time in confusion, but he didn't question me out loud, silently letting me collect my thoughts.

"When my father died, my mother became really afraid of villains and a bit... hostile towards Pro Heroes." I explained, a lump tying in my throat as this became more personal. "Over the years she'd grow a bit more tolerant towards the heroes, but still retained that fear of villains that would cause her to always be accompanied by butlers -also acting as bodyguards."

That was the reason why she assigned Kaito and Akira to us, after insisting the elders that she needed the protection. They conceded, if only because they agreed the butlers could protect us from the villains that would be stupid enough to attack a noble family -that was also the reason why I was never attacked too.

I didn't find out any of this until I was fourteen, when I managed to get Akira to answer my questions truthfully.

"When she heard that I wanted to become a Pro Hero, she vehemently disagreed. I had to train directly under a Pro Hero's supervision and get his recommendation to get her to relent, although it didn't stop her from being worried about me." I locked eyes with Midoriya, who was listening with an intense look on his face. "You asked me why I wanted to become a Pro Hero. It's because I want my mother, and everyone I care about, to live in a world where they don't have to be afraid. I want to protect them from the cruelty of the world to the best of my abilities."

'I want... to protect them from the future that dooms us all.'

A/N: Okay. So. Here it is, albeit a bit choppy. Better than nothing, right?

To be honest, king gilgamesh's comment about my character being a bit like plastic actually served me to find a way for my OC to grow. It doesn't show quite yet, but Midoriya at least has noticed something's wrong with Enzeru's way of acting at least. So, at least I have to thank them for this... though they're still rude.

-Meiseki Dreams: Thank you so much for your supporting words, they warm my heart so much! I'm glad that despite of my lateness you're so comprehensive about my difficulties in life. Sometimes it's really hard to find people like you. Oh, thank you so much for your offer, I might take you up on that some time! And yes, two heads are better than one indeed hahaha!

-Hitler's Moustache: Sorry for being so snappy in the last comments, but I was actually a bit frustrated because of my lack of vocabulary. It's not your fault, it's mine, as they say. You didn't have to take the brunt of my anger.

-kylC: Thank you for reading and commenting! Here you have it, it's a short corner instead of a full chapter but at least we get to see Midoriya's thoughts on Enzeru! I have to admit, it's been really hard to stay in-character and not risk making Midoriya a bit OOC xD Hope I didn't fall into that mistake!

-SmexyBananas: ... Does that mean you like it? Got worried for a second.

-Celestial stratos: Who knows~? And Midoriya's really analyzing Enzeru. You'll get some of his reasons at the beginning of the chapter.

-antisocialFox: You'll get to see some of Midoriya's thoughts in this chapter, at the beginning. Enemies, huh. In the class, not really; he's acting the way he is because he wants to get in everyone's good side. And no, Shoto's not jealous of him -of the two, the Half-Hot, Half-Cold boy is way stronger, and both of them know that.

-MysteriousGuyWIthAMoustache: It's partially the reason, yes, but not totally it. Well, Enzeru hasn't done anything really to change All Might's decision to give Midoriya One For All, so... Damn those theories of yours about the two Quirks... For the sake of curiosity and the readers, I won't spoil anything, but I admit that your theories are really well-made! Oh, but I'll make a small input in here: the strangers at the beginning and the elders are the same people. Enzeru didn't know what they were called until he was older. And TWO IN THE MORNING!? Man get some sleep!

-Dryptonium: Don't worry, here's the next chapter! Kinda whacky, but at least I managed to get it done. Hope you liked it!

Well, see you guys next chapter!