Days passed and Izuku's little sobfest was dutifully ignored by the pair. Torino watched him as he spent one day gathering wood and plant material, then sculpting them into an incredibly detailed puppet of sorts.

He watched in curiosity, wondering why this creation had so much more work put into it, where as others were made as quickly as possible with the help of his "quirk". He also wondered why the puppet like thing was sculpted with anger and rage being so dominate in its' face and form. The other creations Izuku made were often nuetral in expression if they had one at all.

He spent the better part of the day making the thing, only using his ability to bind once he was satisfied with the form. Torino was a touch concerned when the first thing the construct did was strike Izuku on the head. He was even more concerned with the one sided response.

"Ow. Kicchan," Izuku whined, "I'm sorry I didn't remake you sooner. I got distracted."

Torino kept his distance that day, but still watching up until Izuku introduced "Kicchan". Apparently, it was one of the first constructs he had ever made. From name to material and even the style.

It was disturbing having the creation follow Izuku around, or stand guard outside at night. But it wasn't much of a threat from what Torino could tell. He was far faster than the construct and could destroy it easily no doubt. But it was still kind of creepy. Even worse was that it had started to grow a routine. Namely, following Izuku, hitting him when he started to ramble or mumble uncontrollably, and now collecting the mail.

The mail was the funniest and the most disturbing thing. It seemed to act on its' own to get the mail as soon as the mail carrier stepped foot on the property. It always knew when the mail was there, regardless of who was carrying the mail that day. Regardless of the time. It scared many of them when the construct would appear and relieve them of their mail.

Four days it had brought in the mail and what made it worse was Izuku's own confusion at the whole thing. He entered a mutterstorm about it and some kind of moss when the construct hit him again.

The two left it alone for the most part. Both still wondered about it, Izuku kept looking at the construct's wrists much to Torino's confusion.

Izuku on the otherhand was ninety percent sure that using the Fairy King's Moss on his earlier construct of Kichan may have had some unforseen consequences. He knew he'd need to pull out Merlin's crystal ball to ask Uncle King some questions.

It was when he had come to the desicion to make a call that Kicchan dropped an oddly heavy envelope on his lap. He blinked in confusion as Torino went through his own mail.

"U.A. sent me a letter," Izuku commented as he read the envelope. Torino rolled his eyes.

"You just gonna stare at it or are you gonna open it?" Torino sassed.

Izuku pulled out the small blade he had procured from the unskilled man he had ran into when he first came to Japan and cut the envelope open. He then pulled out an odd disk. He jumped when a hologram appeared from the disk.

"I Am Here! As a projection!" a familiar form appeared and Izuku's face went blank. The blond man who's face was a key to his past from before the island stood before him. He didn't pay attention to the words he was saying as he looked over the disk and poked the hologram. He wasn't terribly surprised when his finger went right through it. His hand was smacked back from the projection by Kicchan. He looked back at his construct with mild annoyance.

"That was rude Kicchan," Izuku admonished. The wood golem's face shifted from disgruntled to aggressively annoyed and directed it at Izuku.

"Pay attention Zygote!" Torino yelled. Izuku looked back at Torino with wide eyes just as the recording finished, "This is your hero academia!"

Suddenly, the projection was gone. Izuku looked at the device again with confusion.

"Congrats girly, you got in."

"I got in?"

"To the hero school."

"Oh. Okay. I'm going to go to school Kicchan."

Torino shook his head. Most would be enthusiastic to hear the news. Kid had no idea what was ahead.


Katsuki glared at the device that had told him he had made it into UA. He still had a long way to go. The proof was that he got second place in the entry exam. By one point. It told him he had someone worth looking for at the school to train against. His inner need to be the best, fueled only by his desire for justice and inner rage relished this challenge.

He always fougt those better until he was the best. Now was the time to do so again.

"Man, Inko is going to be so proud of you. She always did say you would go far. Now if only you were cuter," Mitsuki sighed at the end.

"Screw you old hag!"

"What'd you call me brat!?"


Shouto enjoyed the soba Inko had prepared as a congratulatory meal for making it into U.A. As always, it was delicious. And odd as it was, she made a small portion of Katsudon for herself to enjoy.

"Inko-San, why do you make Katsudon when you make soba?"

"Hm..." tears swelled in her eyes but didn't spill.

"Soba is your favorite food. Katsudon, was my son's."

Shouto went silent. She never spoke of her son, other than the implication that he was dead. Dead due to her husband. She always grew quiet when she mentioned either of them. He kept the respectful silence. He also silently vowed to bring the one who had hurt her so much to justice.

New chapter with Kicchan and the invite to UA. Chaos will ensue.