Hey guys. Since I don't really have a lot of ideas this month, I want to tease something, or at the very least, show some content after the tournament arc, so there is going to be some incentive to read on. It's rather difficult, as I've seen, to make something completely… well, opposed, from the original source material, especially for something that the series is known well for, so I'm going to take a few months off. But, instead of being a slacker, and not releasing anything within that period of time, I'm going to release a few previews of later chapters. So let's go into a preview of what's going to be a future chapter of The Strongest Hero. It's going to be under a different perspective than the official chapter, however.

Izuku POV

After the festival… I sat back at my home.

It was… empty.

The blood stains from my mom's… injury… was nowhere to be seen.

As I carried in some food, I saw the girls… looking at me curiously.

'I promised I'd give them an explanation. So… here goes nothing.'

After restocking the fridge, and making food for the girls, I sat down on the couch we had.

Momo wanted to make more chairs for us all to sit on, but I got a few of the dining table chairs for them to sit on.

Everyone… was looking at me… for answers.

Looking down… I took a deep breath.

Then… again.

Then… again.

All of them… were waiting for me to speak.

I just… had to have the courage to.

"The thing is… the reason I said I wasn't going to use my full strength during the festival… was because… because..."

My throat suddenly tightened… like someone had a vice on it.

I tried swallowing to get rid of the feeling… but it didn't go away.

'Come on. I can't chicken out like that.'

Tears started leaking out of my eyes, but I quickly cleared them.

I looked up.

Momo looked perplexed.

Ochaco looked with concern.

Nejire... looked with a child like confusion.

Melissa… spoke.

"Look, you don't have to tell us. I know… you've been through a lot."

She held… a pained smile.

She wanted… to know.

But she kept it in… for me.

That… gave me strength.

"It's… a long story. You guys… will you want to hear it out?"

All of them nodded, without hesitation.

I took my final breath… and continued.

"Remember how… I'm a Martial Artist?"

They nodded again… this time a bit more reluctantly.

"Well… I almost wasn't one."

I continued to speak.

I… couldn't stop myself.

"I wasn't always motivated… solely on becoming a hero. Sometimes… I just wanted people to stop calling me weak."

I sniffled… but I continued.

"One day… I was walking down from school. I… was about to quit Martial Arts."

I sadly chuckled.

"I hated being bullied. I told this to Melissa, and Momo, that I needed to learn… and forgive. It… was hard."

I buried my face in my hands.

"I… couldn't even fight back. My teacher only taught me to avoid conflicts… so I could only run away… and block..."

Another set of tears came down, but I cleared them before anyone could help me.

"I wanted… to show them… that I was strong. That I… could be alongside them. That… I wasn't useless… because I was quirkless."

My eyes closed… preventing many years from streaming down my face.

"But… on my way to the academy, the dojo…"

I looked down.

I didn't have the strength to look up.

"I… saw a police officer… who poured an entire bottle of liquor onto a foreign guy."

I heard them all swallow.

Especially Melissa.

"The guy was asking why he was… being treated like that… like he didn't know how people like us were treated…"

I swallowed… looking up with anger.

"He… was shot three times… for asking why he was being treated so poorly…"

Tears continued down my eyes.

"That police officer… chased me… armed with a gun… ready to kill me."

I lowered my head once again.

"If my master wasn't there… I don't even know what would have happened to me… I was scared."

I cried… silently… on the couch.

"I… was scared… that I would have died…"

All 4 of the girls… held a hand on my shoulder.

I didn't look up.

"I… was so scared… that my mom would find me… in that alley… dead…"

I continued crying out… the years of emotional turmoil that I felt.

The loneliness.

The pain.

The sorrow.

Everything… was shown to them.

I… wasn't strong enough to keep it in… or to keep going.

Eventually… my tears slowed down.

After a few more deep breaths… I looked up at them.

Momo was the first to speak.

"When… did this occur… Izuku?"

"Yeah…"

"I… think… I was… 9 or 10."

They… all looked horrified.

"You… have been carrying that for 5 years?"

Ochaco… spoke.

"Yeah…"

Melissa… then embraced me.

"First… that police officer… now this? You've been through a lot."

She whispered it in my ear.

"Yeah…"

I nodded on her shoulder.

They all… slowly embraced me.

Ochaco was the second.

"I'm sorry… Deku."

Then… Nejire embraced me.

"You… have been through so much since then…"

Momo… hugged me last.

"I'll make sure… to find out… who's done this."

I… was on the brink of collapsing.

I… couldn't stay strong.

But… eventually… I gained the strength I had back… and they eventually stopped hugging me.

I… pulled my old phone out of my pocket.

"What's… that?"

Melissa was confused.

I looked at it grimly.

"That… is the constant reminder I have… that is what happens to the quirkless… who dare question anything about the system."

I sighed.

"While that guy was there… my master had told me to record anything I see that's… off."

I nodded to it.

"That… had the video of the person who was shot… and killed in cold blood."

"Had? What do you mean?"

Momo held a finger up to her chin, thinking.

"The phone was so destroyed… that the storage itself was corrupted. So much so… that nothing could have gotten off the phone. So… I don't have anything."

I swallowed again.

"That… has been sitting in my pocket… weighing me down… for so… long"

Melissa… then picked it up.

"Huh?"

She looked… intense.

I saw her brain, already going through something.

"I might be able to get something off it. I have a bit of hardware and software knowledge, so I might be able to get something off of it."

I looked down.

"If you can… thank you Melissa. That would mean a lot to me…"

My heart felt like it was being squeezed.

"It would mean a lot to… a lot of people."

She nodded… as she got to work.

And that's a wrap. Sorry for the short chapter, but this is what I've come up with for the aftermath of the tournament arc. Now, technically speaking, you could have gotten a lot of details from this chapter alone, but it'll take a while for this chapter to be officially finished and published. So… yeah.