My Hero Academia: Dirac Equation (English)

by TheRealSlimShady7

Izuku Midoriya has a seemingly simple quirk destined for heroism, but he was unlucky that his supposed best friend didn't think so. Harassed and heartbroken, being discarded by even his greatest idol, he decides to give up on his dream of being a hero. Unwittingly, he catches the eye of an old war dog who shows him that his quirk is not what it seems.

2. Chaos Theory

This chapter has 16 thousand words, that's a new record. I don't know at what point I got so inspired, really.

I know the story is moving very slowly for now, but I want to build the characters as much as possible from scratch. I promise that soon the canonical events of the manga will be resumed.

Without anything else to say, I hope you like the chapter.

WARNING: This story contains violence, deep depressive thoughts, self-harm and dark themes in general. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, read at your own risk or refrain.

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Chapter 2: Chaos Theory.

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The only constant in life is change. From the moment you are born, your very existence changes everything, affects everything. That's why the romance in the phrase "one person can make a difference" often moves away from the corny and closer to the scientific, like a seemingly indeterminate limit that ends up converging. One person can be the value that changes everything, whether for better or worse.

At a young age, a little brown-haired girl was to understand the concept of change in the face of a small variation. The small variation was her.

The girl with bright brown eyes remembered her parents' smiles, so contagious that it was impossible not to inherit them. She remembered the tranquility on their faces, the satisfaction at mealtime. She remembered her father's happiness the first time she unintentionally broke something with her newly awakened genetic ability.

Such smiles were so susceptible to change, so variable, so weak at the core. The little chubby-cheeked girl would never forget the day she understood how fragile a smile was.

She could not sleep, she tossed and turned in the blankets restlessly, feeling as if the moonlight was burning her skin. In her childish desperation she decided to go out in search of parental affection and comfort.

As she approached the living room, where the lights were on, she wanted to enter like a spoiled child in search of hugs, but a sentence stopped her in her tracks.

- I don't know what we are going to do, honey. Every month it's getting harder to pay the workers and I don't think the bank will give us another loan. –

The little girl did not understand very well what her father was explaining, but she did manage to sense the sadness and weariness in his thick voice. Peeking through the door, she noticed her parents with their backs to her, with the sweet lady that was her mother caressing her father's broad back.

- I know it's getting harder and harder to get a job, love. But I trust you, and so does our daughter. I'll go back to work if I have to, everything will be fine. –

The sweet voice of the older brunette was trying to reassure her trembling husband. The little chestnut just watched the situation not knowing if she should interfere.

- What bothers me the most is that everything got horrible after our baby girl was born… –

The little girl did understand those words, she was an intelligent child after all. However, perhaps the sad and slightly annoyed tone in which her father expressed himself, caused an idea to form in the brown girl's mind. An idea that would haunt her forever.

The little variation that changed everything in her parents' lives was her. And it was not for the better. If she was a limit then she was indeterminate, she had no value, she made the equation diverge. The equation of her parents' happiness was now indeterminate because of her.

The little girl, tearfully, took a step back, plunging into the darkness of the night and the gloom of her innocent thoughts. If she heard what her beloved progenitor said next, she either doesn't remember or didn't care.

- I feel so guilty, I wanted to give the best possible life to my princess… –

Perhaps if her little heart had registered those last words with the same force, she would not have fallen asleep that day in silent tears.

As the days went by, it became clear to her that her parents could no longer hide her bad situation from her. Still, they always smiled for her.

Little did they know that she saw them crying at night.

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Taki, Mie Prefecture. Japan, 2250.

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A person's life story is not always fantastic, not everyone has a tragic story worthy of a book or an inspirational story worthy of a motivational movie. Ordinary people usually have ordinary stories, but can't the ordinary become beautiful? After all, every fantasy requires a touch of the mundane.

The newly awakened brown-haired girl would consider her life to be far from impressive. She was getting up from her normal bed, in her normal teenage room. She could see some posters of the space heroine: Thirteen, and a couple of figurines on her shelves.

The young brunette got ready for her new monotonous day at school. As she came out of the bathroom, already dressed in her middle school uniform, she looked at herself in the mirror with the same expression as every day. An incessant doubt marked on her round face. The girl looked at herself from head to toe, her legs and waist were what caught her attention the most. She saw the scale on the floor, hesitantly stood on it and measured her body mass; upon seeing the number, the look on her face was indescribable. For ordinary teenagers, ordinary worries and ordinary insecurities, right?

The girl ended up sighing and finished combing her hair, while casually holding her pinky finger up so it wouldn't touch her brush. Once she was done, she looked at herself in the

mirror again, and after a few breaths, she gave a bright smile that was in total contrast to her attitude from a few seconds ago.

She grabbed her bag and left her room. Outside, in the dining room, her parents were already eating breakfast.

- Good morning, tou-chan, kaa-chan! – She greeted with renewed energy and happiness her two progenitors, who looked at her with equally warm smiles. The young girl couldn't help but think of the pain behind those curved lips.

- Good morning, princess, how did daddy's favorite girl wake up? – Greeted the man of the house with tons of affection, receiving a good morning hug from his daughter, who blushed at her father's words. Her mother just watched the scene laughing lightly.

- Tou-chan, don't call me that anymore. I'm not 5 years old anymore… – The young girl complained with embarrassment, earning a laugh from her parents.

- What are you talking about? You will always be my little Ochako. – Replied the grown man with a smile.

The now-named Ochako could only pout as she took a seat to eat her breakfast. When she finished, she said goodbye to her parents and headed to school.

Ochako lived in the small town of Taki, Mie Prefecture, a very rural place surrounded by nature. The population of Taki did not exceed 30,000.

It didn't take long for the young brunette to arrive at Rozaryu Middle School, where she was currently in her first year. Students were crowded at the entrance, in the halls of the school, all talking and laughing with carefree looks on their faces.

Ochako had a distracted look on her face as she arrived at her classroom, where upon seeing her friends, she smiled brightly and greeted them energetically. One girl turned to look at Ochako, making a jaded face at the sight of the cheeky young woman.

- Hey, Uraraka, be careful walking so hard, you're going to deform the classroom with your gravity. – Suddenly blurted out the young girl with a mocking tone, miming with her hands to form a circle while looking at Ochako, who looked at her with confusion when the girl's friends started to laugh. Then the young chestnut girl realized what the other was referring to.

- Hehehe, yes, I should eat less. – Was all Ochako could manage to say, laughing nervously as she hid her pain behind her nonchalant act. Her response only earned more laughter and a snort from the young woman who had insulted her.

- Pff, that's an understatement. It's too bad your quirk won't let you lose weight without ending up flying up into the stratosphere, although that doesn't sound like a bad idea to me. – She continued to spew venom at the young woman, so Ochako simply sat with her back to her, trying to ignore the laughter. One of her friends put a hand on her shoulder, comforting her.

- Don't listen to her, she's envious. – That was all she told her. The chestnut only nodded and sighed, calming down to go back to her energetic mode.

After a few classes in which Ochako didn't really pay much attention, it was time for recess. Hungry, she decided to go to the cafeteria and, like every day, was thankful that in Japan school lunches are free. She literally had nothing in her wallet but a few yen that would barely buy her a cup of tea.

Although she had friends, Ochako didn't really feel close to them, so it was normal for her at lunchtime to go to a secluded place to eat.

She picked up her tray of food, and as she touched it with her five fingers, which on her fingertips had a kind of cat-like pad on them, a pink flash could be noticed and suddenly she did not feel the weight of her tray.

Ochako Uraraka's quirk was special, she had called it Zero Gravity. She could take the weight off things she touched with her five fingers, and returned gravity to them by bringing the fingers of her hands together at the same time. In short, she had some level of control over one of the fundamental forces of nature, which was quite impressive.

According to her quirk advisor, her power was a mutation not closely related to her parents' quirks. Her progenitor had a very mild strength enhancement quirk, he could carry almost twice his weight, while her mother had a quirk that allowed her to relax people by touching them with her five fingers in immediate effect.

Ochako set out to eat under a tree, returning gravity to her tray. She couldn't help but think about her parents, years had passed and the situation wasn't getting any better, after all having a construction company in the middle of a small town was always complicated.

Apparently, shortly before her birth, the town had gone through a few expansionist years, where many companies had invested to build shopping malls, residential buildings, houses, etc. Her father's company had landed a couple of contracts, they did the job well, however, the investing companies began to hire other nationally known construction companies, leaving her parents without contracts just two years after her birth.

Ochako had never forgotten that night when she heard those words. She knew that her parents loved her, and perhaps that was what hurt her the most. To know that they sacrificed so much to be able to give her a decent life.

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Taki, Japan. A couple of years ago.

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At the Uraraka house, it was a quiet night as usual. The picture was the same, Nobara Uraraka and Sosuke Uraraka were chatting about finances, supporting each other and trying to get ahead for their daughter. However, that night the stocky and usually serene man couldn't handle the pressure, and before his wife could use her quirk on him, he began to sob.

Little Ochako, 8 years old, was peering through the half-open door. It had become a ritual for her, she felt she had a responsibility to at least be aware of the real situation at home

since her parents didn't give her all the details. The cheeky chestnut had to know, after all, to her thinking, it was all her indirect fault.

She had always admired the strength of her parents, and in her eight years of life she had never seen her father cry in misfortune. Something snapped inside the little girl, and with conviction she opened the living room door for the first time.

The sound alerted the two adults, Sosuke wiped away tears quickly and they both turned to look at their daughter with concern.

- Chako, honey, what are you doing up at this hour? – Asked the older brunette looking at her daughter. Ochako was crestfallen and did not answer for a few seconds.

Her parents were about to ask again, until she looked up, showing her watery eyes and pained expression.

- Tou-chan, kaa-chan... Let me help you, please. – The little girl begged with her torn voice. The two older browns looked at their daughter in confusion, until they both understood.

- Ochako-chan, were you listening? – Her father asked calmly. The little chestnut squeezed her eyes tightly shut and looked to the side.

- Yes... I have been listening to you for years. I know the situation is worse than you tell me. I am no longer a child, with my quirk I can help them, I can lift heavy things… – The girl began to explain with desperation and stammering before the soft gaze of her parents.

They both looked at each other slightly before smiling sadly. Sosuke approached his trembling and sobbing little daughter, getting down on his knees and stroking her fluffy hair. Ochako looked up at her father with tears in her eyes.

- Princess, I appreciate that you want to help us, but this is not your responsibility... I don't want you to put aside your dreams for us. – He said to his daughter with kindness and cooing.

Little Ochako was conflicted, she wanted to tell them that she did feel it was her responsibility, she wanted to cry out her feelings of distress that she had kept hidden in her small childish body, but seeing her father's smile and her mother's affectionate gaze, she could not do so.

All the younger brunette could do was throw herself into her father's protective arms and cry her eyes out. Sosuke just tucked her into his arms and never stopped stroking his daughter's hair; Nobara soon joined in the embrace, stroking Ochako's back to soothe her.

The little gravity manipulator ended up falling asleep in her parents' arms.

After that night, Ochako did not have the strength to confront her parents again, but she did set herself the goal of finding a way to help them.

One day, while watching the news, they were broadcasting live a catastrophe caused by a villain whose quirk made the earth vibrate like an earthquake; it collapsed a residential building.

The Uraraka family watched the events with concern, but then on the scene a hero was seen arriving in some kind of thick white space suit. It could be seen as he sucked up large debris with his hands, making it disappear to allow the rescue of several people.

Ochako saw something she would never forget. A woman who was rescued by that hero, despite how hurt she was, threw herself into the hero's arms while crying, but with a bright smile. All around her, everyone was smiling at the scene. The little chestnut looked at her parents and they were smiling too.

Ochako began to smile as well.

The name of that hero, or rather heroine, was Thirteen, the space heroine.

Like any normal child, Ochako was inspired by the actions of someone exceptional. Ochako then knew how she wanted to help make her parents happy. The little girl looked at her fingers, specifically the cat pads that allowed her to manipulate gravity. With childlike innocence she imagined herself being a heroine moving rocks and debris from people in danger, all to make them happy. She looked back at her parents and imagined them smiling at her possible heroic acts.

- I will make them happy. – Little Ochako thought with determination.

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Taki, Mie Prefecture. Nowadays.

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In the midst of her reflection, Ochako did not notice that shadows began to cover her. By the time she realized it, it was too late and from one moment to the next her tray of food ended up on the floor, with all the food scattered on the grass. The young brunette was stunned for a few seconds, before noticing that in front of her was a group of students, in which was the same classmate who had insulted her.

- So, this is the first-year hero candidate, huh? You were right, I don't see how someone with so much fat can be a hero. – A student scoffed, Ochako recognized him as a third year. Next to him, her classmate bully was laughing at the boy's comment along with his other friends.

- Uh... Excuse me, I was eating that. – Was all the chestnut could say in a meek voice, looking sadly at her spilled lunch. Her words elicited a snort from the third-year student and the other girl.

- Of course, all you care about is being able to swallow, as if you need to eat that much. Or is your quirk like Fatgum's? I thought her quirk was something to do with gravity. – Mentioned the student mockingly, looking doubtfully at his friend, who just scoffed.

- The gravity girl floats everything she touches. What she eats like a cow is already on her own. – Explained the schoolgirl in a jocular tone. Ochako just kept silent while the young men made hurtful comments, pulling a lock of her hair. The chestnut clenched her teeth, and quickly began to grab her things to leave. As she was getting to her feet, the third-year boy grabbed her arm.

- Wait, wait, it's rude to leave someone talking to themselves. – He said with a laugh. Ochako just looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

- Let me go, please, I don't want any trouble. – She said in a low but slightly firmer voice. The older boy arched an eyebrow and scoffed.

- Wow, I thought you wanted to be a hero. Heroes run away from trouble? How pathetic. In the entire history of this town there's never been a hero come out of here, at least not one worth remembering. Now some random brat who can't even carry her own fat thinks she can be a hero? Go to the U.A. Academy? No shit! – The young man exclaimed wearily, pouring out his thoughts with honest frustration in his voice, but without leaving out the mocking touches.

Ochako felt her patience running out and yanked the boy off of her. The brown girl was now really angry as she looked at the student and his friends.

- I don't know what your problem is with me, but I'm going to be a hero, no matter what it costs me. I don't need you guys to tell me what I can and can't do. – The chestnut growled under her breath, as she settled her things and started to walk.

- Also, don't ever touch me again. – She said specifically to the third-year boy. Ochako began to walk shakily.

- Pf, in addition to fat, tight. With that shitty attitude you won't even be a hero and be alone for the rest of your life. – The boy finally blurted out, after recovering from the shock. Ochako heard him clearly, stopping for a moment, clenched her fists and kept walking, trying to ignore the laughter.

- Did you see her ass? It's so fat that the skirt barely covers it. –

- How disgusting. What's with those weird things on her fingers? It must feel awful to be touched. –

- I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. –

Ochako quickened her pace trying to get away from the voices. Her previous anger was gone, leaving her helpless and teary-eyed. The poor girl held her hair trying to lessen the pain.

These types of situations were more common than she would like to admit, it turns out that proclaiming in your first year that you want to be a hero was seen as an insult among the student body. She would like to say that she had gotten used to it after so many months, but the reality was that she felt she was putting up with less and less. She only put up with it because she didn't want her parents to worry.

For Ochako, it wasn't like she was being harassed in horrible ways either, she was never really physically abused, it was mostly comments, and it was only from a select group of resentful people. The chestnut was neither popular nor unpopular, she was seen as a normal teenager.

At first, Ochako simply ignored the comments that criticized her for wanting to be a hero in a town where there wasn't even a Hero Academy and where a professional hero hadn't emerged in over 50 years. As the months passed, seeing that the comments didn't hurt her much, the young people began to get more personal.

The brunette was a growing girl, currently 12 years old. As a child she was always a bit chubby, especially her face which was round with large cheeks, and the fact that she was quite short in height didn't help. Since entering puberty she had not grown much, currently measuring 145 cm. Like all teenagers, her body began to mature, especially in the chest area, which led to a lot of teasing from her girl classmates and uncomfortable looks from some of her boy classmates.

Because of all of the above, comments regarding her weight were a daily occurrence. She started to become a bit obsessed with it, weighing to herself practically every day, seeing how her weight ranged between 35 and 38 kilograms, which was actually healthy for her age and height. However, this didn't seem to matter to people, and she was not comforted by that fact either.

Ochako walked crestfallen to class, trying to hide her body with her books. Luckily for her, the rest of the academic day went by without a hitch. The only bad thing was that she had been left hungry.

After leaving school, she decided to walk around town, strolling through the parks and casually looking for something to eat. Eventually she stumbled upon a pastry store, and the Mochis they had for sale caught her attention. In that store, a very particular song was playing.

- Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night. -

Ochako's stomach roared at the sight of the mochis, they even had strawberry ones, her favorite; the chestnut loved those pastries, her parents always bought them for her every time they went out and she also got them whenever she could.

The chestnut reached for her wallet and looked sadly at the fact that she could indeed buy a mochi, but she would be left with very little. Ochako easily fumbled around for more than 10 minutes, earning strange looks from the vendor.

Soon after, Ochako was walking away from the store while eating a strawberry mochi, not without a guilty expression on her face. This guilt was tempered by the delicious taste of the pastry.

She found a nice spot in the middle of a rose garden, there was a lonely bench where he decided to pass the time while she finished eating her cupcake.

As she ate, she appreciated the flowers swaying in the wind, until she noticed a beautiful monarch butterfly that landed on the back of her hand. The girl's brown eyes watched the flying insect with almost childlike curiosity, noting the beautiful, almost golden patterns on its wings. Ochako felt fascinated and attracted to the way those geometric lines seemed to dance to the rhythm of the slight movement of the creature's wings.

- How pretty you are, I wish I could be as pretty as you… – Whispered the brown girl, her autumn-colored eyes sparkling as she watched the winged creature dance through her hand.

Finally, that butterfly began to fly, fluttering around Ochako as she followed it with her eyes. Each flutter of the butterfly seemed to leave a trail of light, as if it was guiding her to some destination.

- I wonder... If I could fly like you, would it change things? – She whispered a question addressed to that insect, as if she really hoped to get an answer.

Ochako watched the monarch flutter away.

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Musutafu, Shizuoka Prefecture.

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- You sure know how to make a good entrance, don't you? haha! –

Simón García was currently in Director Nezu's office, watching him gloat while his computer screen displayed news of the incident that had occurred earlier that day.

- "Unknown foreign hero saves the lives of two students"; "Beautiful mulatto westerner makes his debut on the heroism scene". HAHAHAHAHA! Looks like you already have fans, colonel! – Boasted the animal with quirk reading the news headlines. The Colombian could only grunt in disgust.

- Odio mi hijueputa vida. – The mulatto declared in Spanish, looking out the window. It was the night of the same day he had saved the lives of those two boys. He kept thinking about that young man with green hair.

- You seem conflicted, colonel. Is there something you haven't told me yet? – Nezu asked, calming his jocular tone. Simón looked at the animal and sighed.

- I'm thinking of one of the brats I saved, the green one. He obviously couldn't control his power, not to mention how fucked up his mental state was. – Tried to explain the mulatto, switching to English mid-sentence. Nezu understood and began to type.

- His state of mind, you say? – Nezu asked absentmindedly. Simón grabbed a bottle of whiskey that Nezu had brought out for him and poured himself a glass, drinking it immediately.

- Typical case of broken self-esteem, deep depression and stuff. The other blond brat seems to be his stalker, when I followed the green one, I found the explosive kid literally beating the crap out of him while yelling at him that he didn't need his help. – Explained the army veteran tiredly, taking another swig of whiskey. Nezu stopped typing.

- Izuku Midoriya, 13 years old, quirk: Teletransportation. Katsuki Bakugo, 13 years old, quirk: Explosion. They both attend the same school. You say that young Bakugo is bullying young Midoriya? – Nezu asked after sharing the information he had found.

- He rather seemed to hate it. The Midoriya boy also had many bandages along his arms, old scars. I wouldn't rule out domestic abuse, maybe he even hurt himself. – The man finished explaining. Nezu looked at Simón with an indescribable look.

- I understand that you share this information with me, however, I don't understand the reason, you know that you can't take cases with your provisional license if you want to investigate the boy's life. – Nezu asked, looking at the Colombian. Simón looked at him with some hesitation and took another drink before continuing.

- I gave the kid my number, told him I was going to help him with his quirk. – Said the mulatto finally. There was silence in the room, Nezu was looking directly at the man, as if assessing the situation.

- Interesting. – That was all the director could manage to say. Nezu looked directly at Simón, questioning him with his eyes.

- The boy needs help with his quirk, it is obvious that he did not receive advice. Teleportation quirks are usually very intuitive for their user; however, the boy's quirk is so difficult for him that it even hurts him. – Simón explained.

- I see, I understand your rationing. However, I must ask. Why? – Nezu said, hesitantly. Simón fiddled a bit with his glass of whiskey, slightly observing his distorted reflection.

- I think it would be good training for me. I'll be teaching here in two years, if I can teach that kid to be at least a decent fighter, then I'll be ready for a classroom of 20 brats. – Simón finished explaining. Nezu gave him an indescribable look, until he burst out laughing.

- Hahaha! Yes, yes, I'm sure it will be a great preparation for you. Alright, colonel, I will allow you to train young Midoriya. – Nezu exclaimed with excitement.

The colonel nodded, getting up so he could return to his apartment, after all it was quite late.

- Oh, by the way, what will you do with the explosive kid? With his ego and skills, he will surely try to apply to the U.A., letting someone with those attitude problems be a hero would be annoying, don't you think? – Asked the colonel to the academy director. Nezu was typing on his computer.

- Don't worry, I've already made notes on his file. For the moment, we can't deny his application to the U.A., but I'll have a scout keeping an eye on him for the next two years. – The animal with quirk explained, earning a nod from the Colombian.

Arriving at his apartment compound, he found the familiar face of Eraserhead in the lobby, dressed in casual clothes with his hair tied in a ponytail. Beside him, two more people

accompanied him; one tall woman with purple hair and a rather voluptuous figure; the other was an even taller blond man who had a very extravagant topknot.

- Good evening. – He greeted in a general manner, as is customary in Colombia, and gave a slight nod to Shota, who returned it. The woman and the man next to him followed the mulatto with their eyes, until he was lost in the elevator.

- Hey, Eraser, is that the new teacher trainee you were talking about?! – The blond man, who answered to the name of Hizashi Yamada, better known as Present Mic, asked effusively. Shota just nodded at his friend's question while reviewing some academic documents.

- Wow, you didn't tell us he was a Westerner, and a mulatto one at that. He has that sexy vibe that I love. Do you know where he's from? – Asked the woman with purple hair and blue eyes with a seductive tone, she answered to the name of Nemuri Kayama, better known as Midnight.

- I think he's from Colombia, a colonel or something. – Shota mentioned absentmindedly. Nemuri put one of her hands to her mouth as she licked her lips.

- A Latino, huh? I haven't tasted one of those in a while. – The blue-eyed woman declared, earning a weary look from her two male companions.

- Please, Nemuri, don't scare away the new listener teacher. – Begged the blond, knowing the tricks of his friend, who really wasn't listening to him.

Simón arrived at his apartment, quite emotionally drained. He sat down on the couch, taking off his burnt black shirt, and turned on the television. He flipped from channel to channel, until he stopped on a war movie about the Vietnam War in the 20th century.

Without wanting to, he stared at that movie, while several flashbacks appeared in his mind, tattooing in his eyes moments he would love to forget. The voices, the screams, the blood, the flying limbs; the noise of the bombs, fire burning everything in its path.

The fire burning him, stakes digging into his skin, the mud making its way through all his orifices. The number of dead on his hands, the number of comrades he could not save.

Simón suddenly found himself clutching his head, his breathing was short and his lungs seemed to fail. He quickly got up from the couch, staggering to his room and then looking for something in his suitcase, there he found some hidden syringes and some tubes containing some kind of liquid, plus a few containers with pills.

Anxiously, he began to swallow several tablets, his trembling hands reached for the syringe and withdrew the liquid; then, without much ado, he injected it into his arm. He repeated the process at least five times before he felt his body go numb.

Simón lay on his bed, sweaty and with completely dilated pupils as his eyelids felt a little heavier. That substance, used in such quantities, would have killed at least 15 grown men, but in Simón it only made him drowsy, it didn't even knock him out.

For Simón, it was just a way to block out the memories so he could fall asleep. And so, he did, within half an hour the drugs would no longer be in his body and he would be able to rest.

The last thing he saw before he could finally feel himself going to the realm of dreams was the look of hope on that boy's face when he told him he was going to train him.

- Izuku Midoriya, huh...? – He whispered before finally falling asleep.

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Musutafu, Japan. Midoriya Home.

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When Izuku returned home, he was greeted by his mother in tears. Inko Midoriya had gained a lot of weight over the years, due to the constant stress of having to raise her son alone with all the problems Izuku had in his life. Izuku's father, Hisashi Midoriya, had moved to the United States shortly after the green-haired youngster turned 4, due to being offered a prestigious position in his company. Izuku received at most one phone call a year from the man.

The emerald-eyed boy would always remember the day Hisashi left home, it was in the middle of dawn when the boy was supposed to be asleep. The older Midoriya stopped at the door to see him, the little boy could not see his eyes hidden by his work glasses, but he did recognize a look of contempt on that face that had once looked at him fondly.

Izuku then understood that even his father despised him for his weakness.

After convincing his mother that everything was fine, he went to lock himself in his room. His room was filled with All Might merchandise, from action figures, posters and all sorts of limited-edition products of the mighty man.

Izuku found himself staring at the largest poster of All Might he had, it showed his divinity, his power, a God among men. Now, Izuku saw that haggard face spitting blood.

- I don't think you can be a proper hero… –

Those words had changed Izuku's life, they had shattered what little faith he had in fulfilling his dreams. Izuku wanted to be angry with the blond man, he really wanted to disown him and disown his image until the end of his days.

Izuku gritted his teeth as he closed his eyes keeping his tears from leaking out with all his might. The young greenette couldn't hate the man who had inspired him to be a hero. He might now resent him for leaving him broken on top of a rooftop, where for the first time he considered the idea of ending his life. His idea of All Might had changed as a person, but as a hero he was still the pinnacle of the word.

Now it was the emerald-eyed boy's job to prove him wrong, that he could be a hero.

- I don't know, can you? –

The words of that foreign hero kept fluttering like wasps in his mind. At that moment he had not known how to answer the question directly.

- I... I want to be a hero, sir! –

It was all he could answer him after a minute of constant crying. He didn't know if that answer had been enough for the man, the next thing he knew that man threw him a piece of paper and told him that in two days he would write to him when his wounds had healed sufficiently.

Izuku now found himself looking at the number on the paper, with the word "García" written in Roman alphabet. Izuku pulled out his spare cell phone and entered the new contact.

The foreign hero hadn't written him off, he had told him he had acted like a hero and offered him training. What Izuku had always wanted was for someone to at least try to believe in him, even if just a little.

Now, Izuku was afraid of disappointing the man, considering how pathetic he felt. The green-haired boy slapped his cheeks, trying to push those thoughts away as he bathed and prepared to sleep.

He had cleaned all his wounds, burns and scratches, applying ointment everywhere he could and wrapping with bandages as necessary. His whole body felt numb, he had never exerted himself so physically before.

He put on his headphones, and put a random song on his playlist. The young man with the freckles fell asleep on his bed, letting himself be carried away by the arms of Morpheus.

- Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change. –

The next two days passed relatively calmly for the young red-haired boy; he did not have to attend school due to the situation he had gone through. His mother made him go see the doctor, where they already knew him from his multiple visits over the years. He had nothing unusual beyond the obvious injuries, but that would go away completely in a couple of weeks.

It was Saturday and Izuku soon found himself with the nervousness of having to send the message to the foreign hero "García". After giving his head a lot of thought, he decided to send him a message in English, since he felt it would be more comfortable for him.

- "Good morning, Mr. García. I am Izuku Midoriya, the boy you saved a couple of days ago. It's been two days now and I'm feeling better and available for whenever you require me." – That was the message Izuku sent to the foreigner.

After about ten minutes, the soul of the greenette returned to his body when he received the reply message.

- "Meet me at 15:00 at this address." – It said in the message, and below he sent him a location.

Izuku had a few hours to get ready. He changed into sports clothes, which consisted of a green tracksuit from head to toe, along with his usual red sneakers. He had bandages wrapped around his hands and forearms, to avoid too much rubbing against his wounds.

Izuku left home, saying goodbye to his mother who almost refused to let him leave. The young green-haired boy had to take the subway to get to the address that the man had sent him, it was on the outskirts of the city in a little crowded forest.

The freckled boy was soon in front of the entrance of that forest, looking around trying to find the foreign man. He was about to send him a message when he felt a giant presence passing him by.

- Follow me. –

The foreigner's booming voice came out of nowhere as he did. Izuku watched the man, a little startled, before starting to follow him. The brown man wore formal blue pants, black formal shoes, a black sleeveless vest, black tie and a white formal shirt underneath; his wavy hair still had that greasy look as it swayed in the wind.

After a few minutes, the westerner stopped in the middle of a clearing in the forest and finally turned to look carefully at the young greenette.

Simón had finally started classes at Musutafu University, so he was tired of the social interaction he had been forced to have that day. However, he was going to honor the promise he made to the greenette boy who now stood before him, shaking like a leaf as he waited for instructions.

- Well, before we go on, there are a few guidelines. First, my name is Simón García, as you may have noticed I'm not Japanese and your fucking language is horrible to me. I'm learning the language, so for now keep your words simple for me, understood? – The man demanded in an authoritative tone, the young Midoriya nodded.

- I-If you like you can s-speak English... I-I don't speak it very well but I understand it well enough. – Offered the boy stammering, earning a grunt of assent from the man.

- Good. I want to know if you're really up for it, kid. – He told him sternly, to which the emerald-eyed boy looked at him in confusion.

- Yes, I want to be stronger, sir, so I can be a hero. – The boy confirmed with a certain confidence, earning an unperturbed look from the mulatto.

- So, you think you can be a hero now? Because I'm not sure you think you can, kid. I offered you training because I see potential in you, but I'm not here to mentor you. – He began to explain in a strong tone as he intimidatingly approached the trembling boy.

- I will be your instructor. That means I won't be your daddy, I won't comfort you if you cry, I don't give a shit if you have problems, if mommy didn't make you your favorite breakfast. I couldn't care less about any of that, you understand? – At some point, Simón started speaking in English while making it clear to Midoriya what his role was going to be.

Izuku, somewhat trembling, could only close his eyes tightly and nod.

- Y-Yes! – He exclaimed in English, trying not to crack up.

- You say "Yes, sir"! From today onwards you will only refer to me as "sir" or "my colonel", is that clear? – He demanded with a look of death, which was caught by the poor boy.

- Yes, sir! – Exclaimed the poor boy shivering like a leaf in the wind.

- Good. I assure you one thing, kid, if you decide to quit now or later, you'll hate me, but you'll still be weak; on the other hand, if you go all the way, you'll hate me more, but you'll be a damn soldier. This is your last chance, are you sure you want to do this? – The man declared, giving Izuku the ultimatum.

The green-haired young man thought of all the people who had written him off without even giving him a chance, from all his friends, teachers, his own parents and his biggest idol.

- Better kill yourself already, no one will miss you. –

- I'm so sorry, Izuku! –

- I don't think you can be a proper hero. –

Izuku felt his emerald eyes begin to sting again, warning him of the tears to come, but with all his efforts he managed to hold them back, standing up straight and screaming in frustration.

- Yes, sir! – He shouted with all the assurance he rarely displayed, while his face was still a mess as he tried to hold back his tears.

- I... I'm going to be a hero; I swear I will. – Izuku thought, convincing himself that he could.

Simón stared at him, analyzing the young man. After a few seconds, he was convinced and began to analyze the boy's body, walking around him.

Izuku was thin, very thin, the amount of muscle in his body was the necessary to support his weight and carry the shopping bag. The boy measured 150 cm, that did not worry him since he was still growing, although he was a little short for his age; by eye he could say that he weighed between 35 and 40 kilograms. What worried Simón the most was the slight tremor he noticed in the boy's left arm. At first, he thought it was because he was nervous but the tremor was not in his right arm.

- Well, I want you to explain your quirk to me, tell me everything you know. – Asked the man. Izuku froze for a few seconds before pulling a book out of his backpack. Simón read the title, "Hero Analysis for the Future. Vol. No. 9".

- I don't really know much about my quirk... I haven't had the chance to use it properly. I know that I can teleport from one point to another only if I know where I am, but I can't use it much at will; as you saw the other day, I could only use it in extreme and panic situations. Also, many times, for some reason, when I teleport, it generates injuries on me. – He explained with incredible fluency, although in a low voice, as if he was mumbling. Simón had no trouble understanding him given his heightened senses. The mulatto noticed how the boy held his left arm when he talked about the consequences of using his quirk.

- That's a bit of a vague description, considering that notebook is almost full. Allow me. – Simón held out his hand, asking for the notebook. Izuku looked at it hesitantly, but the foreigner's hard stare convinced him to give it to him.

Simón flipped through the pages, there were dozens of facts and notes about various professional heroes. He could recognize a few, such as Hawks. The notes seemed quite detailed, although he couldn't understand everything due to his poor dominion of the language, but the graphs and diagrams he could understand perfectly.

Simón was quite surprised, he did not expect this facet of his new student. He noticed that when he got to the section that talked about his quirk, it was by far the least detailed, it didn't even have diagrams or anything that resembled it, just a few descriptions and experiences of the times he had used it. Simón closed the book with a sigh and handed it back to the boy.

- I'm impressed, kid. I couldn't figure it all out, but I'm sure you have a brain, that's one less worry. In reference to the drawbacks of your quirk, we must find the reason why it happens, we must redefine your quirk. - The mulatto man began to establish guidelines, while Izuku listened attentively and took notes of what the man said.

Internally, the emerald-eyed young man was pleased that someone was admiring his notes rather than thinking it was a stalker's habit.

- But first, I'll take care of that horrible physical condition of yours. I know you're just a brat, but you should at least have some muscle. – He began to instruct the man, giving a hard look at the boy, who cowered under the man's shadow.

- I will then send you a diet that you will have to follow to the letter, since you look like a bum. Now, for the next three months we will focus on pure physical training. I'll make you have muscles up to your ass, brat. Got it? – Exclaimed the mulatto.

- Yes, sir! – Izuku replied firmly.

- All right, maggot, now I want you to run ten fucking laps around the whole fucking forest! – Ordered the man in a military voice, startling the greenette boy, who almost turned pale.

- B-but it's about 15 kilometers in circumference. – Said the boy in total panic, earning a death stare from the man.

- What did you say, you damn insect? – The brown-haired man asked menacingly. Izuku stifled a scream and started to run.

- Nothing, sir! I'm running, sir! – Shouted the green-haired young man in total panic, while the Colombian followed in his wake, shouting insults he didn't even know existed.

- You call that running?! You look like a lazy fucking bear who just got his ass fucked! –

- Sir, yes, sir! –

- What's with those jelly legs?! Now you're a fucking ostrich trying to impress some fucking birds?! –

- No, sir! –

By the time Izuku was able to finish 10 measly laps, night had fallen, leaving the forest almost dark but for the moonlight.

The green-haired young man was destroyed, his legs hurt like never before, he was short of breath and his whole body was totally sweaty. When he reached the clearing, he dropped to the ground, trying not to die of suffocation. Simón was right behind him, not a drop of sweat on him, his suit was as neat as if he had barely dressed.

- Did I tell you that you could rest? Give me 20 push-ups, 50 squats and 30 sit-ups. By yesterday, brat. – The mulatto demanded, making Izuku groan in complaint, but he knew better than to contradict his new sensei.

For the next half hour, the scenario Simón observed was pretty pathetic. Izuku had barely been able to finish a few push-ups, falling on his face more than once. The brown-haired man kept noticing the incessant shaking in the boy's left arm, which continued until he started doing squats.

After an hour, Izuku could not finish all the exercises, and was on the floor totally defeated. The poor young man had trained non-stop for 5-6 hours, and although for Simón that was little, for Izuku it was more than he had done all year.

- Well, we'll call it a day. Go get some rest. We'll meet every day after school right here, except Friday, then on Saturdays and Sundays we'll train from sunrise to sunset.

Understood? – He gave directions to the young Japanese.

- Yes... Sir... – The young greenette muttered, trying to stand up. When Simón finally saw him on his two legs, he nodded.

- See you tomorrow. Be on time. – With that same simplicity, he turned around and got lost in the woods.

Izuku stood there catching his breath a bit more, before starting to walk. He didn't know how, but he eventually made it to the subway, where he somehow managed to get some energy to make some notes about his new sensei.

- At first glance, his quirk may appear to be some sort of strength, endurance and speed enhancement, due to the fact that he ran beside me for 3 hours and I didn't even see him break a sweat. On the other hand, that doesn't really prove he has a quirk since he hasn't demonstrated any large-scale feats, his strength and endurance levels may be due to his training, he was obviously in the military and most likely held the rank of colonel. What country would he be from? His skin tone is dark, not as dark as Mirko, but enough to be considered mulatto, although nowadays looking at skin color is indecisive in determining where someone is from as due to quirks there are literally people of all colors. He is obviously western, but that doesn't diminish the chances at all. He speaks very good English, and I think I noticed an American accent, though I'm not quite sure, so he could be from the United States or Canada... -

To Izuku's fortune, there was no one near him on the subway to hear his torrent of mumbling.

Izuku arrived home, where he was greeted by a very worried Inko as it was quite late. The young greenette apologized for being late and proceeded to the table where mother and son began to eat.

- Okaasan, I... I started training today. – The emerald-eyed boy began to say. The older Midoriya stopped eating and looked at her son with her anguished mother's eyes.

- Oh, so that's why you look so tired. Are you sure you're okay, Izuku-chan? You're still recovering from your injuries. – The lady asked worriedly. The young man looked aside, playing with his food.

- Don't worry, I feel better... I just wanted to tell you about it, since I will be training a lot from now on and well... I need a balanced diet, and well... I would like to know if you could help me with that, okaasan. – He explained with much obvious doubt in his voice, without deigning to look at his mother for fear of rejection.

Inko did realize that, feeling her heart clench as she watched her son flee into her eyes.

- I'm so sorry, Izuku! –

Inko never forgave herself for not supporting her son as she should have, she let the situation get the better of her. In her mind, she had failed as a mother so far. So, holding back her tears, she nodded with a smile.

- Of course, I do, Izu-chan, you tell me what you need and I'll do what I can. – She said in the most affectionate way possible.

Izuku looked up, slightly surprised, seeing his mother's smile. The young greenette began to smile as well.

- Thank you very much, okaasan. –

- Walking down the Street, distant memories are buried in the past, forever. –

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Somewhere in Musutafu, Shizuoka Prefecture.

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After much searching, Simón finally found what he had been looking for. In the middle of the night, he managed to find a Mexican bar, the closest he was going to get to his land in the land of the rising sun.

As soon as he entered, he felt a familiar vibe, the music hit his ears with sweetness and the smell of rum filled the place. He managed to hear a couple of voices in Spanish. There were some Japanese, but the westerners were the ones that filled the place the most.

He sat at the bar, glad not to attract the attention of anyone in particular. The bar tender approached; he was a young Caucasian westerner.

- What do you want, sir? – Asked the young man in English, although Simón could sense some Latin accent.

- Do you have any aguardiente? – The mulatto asked in English. The young man nodded and Simón motioned for him to bring a full glass. With grace and elegance, the young man placed a glass in front of him and refilled it, immediately the brown man drank it.

He stood there, simply enjoying the music and the atmosphere while drinking glasses of schnapps. He then noticed that the person next to him had been staring at him for longer than usual.

Simón looked at her out of the corner of his eye, she was a woman of short stature, brown skin similar to cinnamon, she had a coat that covered her well, a hat and glasses, however, he could notice her white hair and red eyes peeking over the glasses. The woman had Japanese features.

Simón tried to ignore her, but after a couple of minutes she was still looking at him. This time, he turned to look directly at her, connecting his eyes with hers.

- Que se quede el infinito sin estrellas, o que pierda el ancho mar su inmensidad… –

- Can I help you? – Simón asked, in Japanese, in a serious voice. A few seconds passed before the woman gave him a wild smile.

- Oh, I know where I've seen you. You're the one who saved those two brats a few days ago, aren't you? – Acknowledged the albino-haired girl. Simón felt one of his eyes twitching.

- Yes, what about it? – Simón asked, now looking at her more closely, that brown-skinned woman looked familiar.

- Oh, nothing, it's just that I come to this place a lot, and I didn't remember seeing you before. According to what I saw on the news, you know how to kick, man. – She flattered the mulatto in front of her with a wild look.

Simón then made the connection, his eyes widening slightly in recognition. He turned his gaze to the glass full of aguardiente and drank it.

- Thanks, you know how to kick too. – The Colombian simply replied, earning a confused look from the woman, until a few seconds later she cursed under her breath.

- How did you...? –

- I don't care who you are, don't worry. – The brown-haired man declared before the white- haired woman could say anything.

- Hey, give the lady another one of what she was drinking. It's on me. – Simón said to the waiter, without giving the red-eyed girl time to protest. The woman was drinking Jagger, and when she saw the refilled glass, she snorted and took a sip.

- So where are you from, foreigner? – The woman asked with derision. The colonel didn't even deign to look at her, he seemed thoughtful.

- Colombia. – He answered simply.

- I see, I understand why you would like this place. It feels almost like home, huh? – Said the white-haired woman boldly. Simón gave her a sidelong glance.

- Close enough, I guess. – He stated with a low growl.

- What are you doing so far from your side of the ocean, amigo? – The woman asked, saying the latter in such crude Spanish that it was laughable. She didn't seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to laugh at her eloquence.

- For work. – The Colombian answered once again, earning a snort from the woman.

- You sure don't like to talk much, huh? Any man in this bar would be thrilled if a woman like me spoke to him with such charm. – She expressed in an almost flirtatious manner.

Simón sighed and took another drink.

- What are you doing in a place like this? – The mulatto suddenly asked, after several minutes of silence. The brown-skinned woman looked at him with intrigue and only smiled mockingly.

- Well, this would be the last place the press would look for me. – She stated sincerely.

- I understand, no one would expect a rabbit to be nocturnal. – Whispered the colonel, staring at her for a few seconds before taking another drink. The woman's eyebrow twitched nervously, taking the hint.

- Yeah, well, this rabbit would surprise you. – She declared, challenging the man next to her. Simón snorted slightly before looking her straight in the eye.

- Oh, is that so? –

Serene brown and wild ruby had a beastly fight.

- Pero el negro de tus ojos que no muera, y el canela de tu piel se quede igual. –

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Musutafu, next morning.

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The rising sun burned Coronel García's eyelids, prompting him to get up to attend to his chores. Gradually, he began to regain his senses as he opened his eyes. Then he felt a strange movement beside him.

The mulatto's bed was a mess of sheets and linens, in fact, it was probably broken if that grinding sound said anything. The cause was on the other side of the bed, covered by his sheets was the figure of the albino-haired woman he had met last night.

Who, coincidentally, happened to be Japan's number 7 heroine, Mirko, or also known by her civilian name, Rumi Usagiyama. Yes, things had gotten out of control last night.

For a man like Simón, constantly under stress and having just escaped the war in a decaying country, having a night where the only thing in charge was his carnal desires that did not include murdering anyone, was quite liberating and therapeutic.

He saw the time, and knew he would soon have to meet Izuku. He got out of bed completely naked, heading for the bathroom. On his way out, he found a sleepy Rumi, also naked and awkwardly trying to dress herself. The woman, noticing him, simply greeted him with her eyes.

- Hey, Colombian, good fight last night, I never found someone able to keep up with me. – The girl commented teasingly, smiling at him with mockery and a bit of coquetry.

Simón simply looked at her without much emotion.

- Yes, it was fun. – The man stated simply, earning a bored look from his companion.

- Yes, yes, act as serious as you want, but that's not what you were yelling last night. Or should I say, what you were moaning last night? – Asked the woman with rabbit quirk, provoking the man, who only continued to enlist to Rumi's disappointment.

- I have to go; I'm running a little late for a meeting. Feel free to use the bathroom and kitchen. Lock up when you leave. – Said the brown-haired man simply, wearing his usual suit as he grabbed his things and headed for the door.

Rumi watched as the man left the apartment.

- Interesting. – Smiled the rabbit.

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Musutafu, three months later.

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- You're running like a fucking headless chicken! If you don't finish this miserable lap in less than 5 minutes, you'll do another 10 more laps! –

- Yes, sir! –

As the weeks passed, being beaten by his new sensei had become normal for Izuku.

His life had felt quite different the last couple of months. When he returned to school, he was afraid of how he would be received, but to his good fortune and surprise, people had stopped bothering him. Well, at least not as much as before. The main difference was that Bakugo no longer actively harassed him, now he would simply yell at him if he saw him in his range of vision, the rest of the time he would ignore his childhood friend. His classmates didn't tease Him as much anymore, which was progress.

At home, his mother prepared his meals according to the diet his sensei had given him, and he even felt a renewed trust with his mother. There were still things to heal, but at least it was a start.

As for his training, it was beastly. The first few weeks were based solely on physical acclimatization, improving his overall condition through cardio and various strength and endurance exercises, all very military. Izuku felt like he was going to die every day.

However, it got worse when Simón started making him run through obstacles.

The colonel filled the entire forest with various traps in which the green-haired young man obtained more wounds than in all his years of harassment. Despite the frustration he felt, as the days and weeks went by, he began to notice significant differences in his body, his strength, speed and reflexes had increased a lot in a short time; he had even grown a few centimeters.

Winter break was approaching, and his teacher had warned him that things were going to get serious.

- Very good, Izuku. I think we can put physical conditioning aside for a bit now. It's time to study your quirk. – Simón commented, in incredibly fluent Japanese.

Simón had progressed exponentially, his versatility with languages was no surprise to him. Now, he could speak pretty good Japanese, although he still had trouble with kanji. Other than that, the older man hadn't changed a bit.

Izuku looked self-consciously at his teacher.

- Yes, sir. What should I...? – The young man hesitantly asked, earning a sigh from his instructor.

- Kid, you are amazing at analyzing other people's quirks, but with yours you can barely say a thing or two. I understand that you have some trauma regarding your power, but you must leave it behind, otherwise you will never reach your full potential. – The man explained to the boy.

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut, hesitantly nodded and Simón grunted in response.

- Well, first things first, try to use it. Teleportation quirks are usually based on the user's spatial perception ability. You've been training in this forest for the past few months, so you should know it by heart. Recreate a kind of mental map and try to force your body to a

specific location. – The older man ordered his student, who hesitantly tried to follow his instructions.

The greenette boy closed his eyes, in his mind a three-dimensional map of the forest was forming. Concentrating, he felt his eyes begin to sting, giving him a familiar sensation.

- I didn't need your help! –

- DIE! –

That mental map shattered, giving way to painful images that made Izuku's left arm begin to ache for no reason. The brown man noticed how his pupil tensed up and saw his eyes glow slightly before the young man disappeared in front of him.

He immediately started looking for him, not taking long to see him a few meters away, holding his bleeding arm. Without saying anything, Simón knelt down in front of the boy, grabbing his embrace despite Izuku's protest; the colonel observed the strange cut, noting that it was not very deep, but something caught his attention.

- It's as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out of you. – The man whispered. Izuku just gritted his teeth in frustration and pain, watching as his master began to bandage his arm.

- I-it's not as deep as other times... I'll be fine. – Stammered the boy, with a solemn look. Simón sighed.

- How many times has this happened to the same arm? – The brown-haired man asked seriously. The emerald-eyed boy looked to the side, remembering the dozens of times he had gotten the same injury.

- Many times... Since I was 4 years old. The first time was when... Kacchan got mad at me. – Explained the young man in a sad tone.

- The explosive boy. – The Colombian deduced, and Izuku nodded slightly. Simón sat on the ground next to his student, thoughtfully.

- Your quirk is not a common teleportation quirk. We must know exactly how your quirk works, but we can't do that if you keep hurting yourself. – Said the brown-haired man thoughtfully at the boy's worried look.

- I'm sorry. – Apologized the freckled boy quietly, feeling completely useless.

- Also, there is the issue of your left arm. Since we started training, I've seen that you're having a hard time using it. I can't keep ignoring that, neither can you. – The Colombian declared, ignoring his student's apologies. Izuku turned his gaze to the ground.

Suddenly, Simón stood up and started walking out of the forest. The green-haired boy panicked. To him, his master had finally given up, he had realized that he was a hopeless case that wasn't worth the trouble. Tears began to fill his eyes as he watched the back of the one person who had given him a chance walk away. He had failed.

- What are you waiting for? Move your ass, kid. –

The harsh voice came like a bullet to young Midoriya's ears. He noticed his master looking over his shoulder, waiting for him. Izuku rose like a spring and followed him.

- Yes, sir! –

On the way, Simón took out his cell phone and sent a few messages as they both walked. Izuku just followed his instructor without really knowing where they were going.

Izuku almost fainted when he saw the imposing building of the prestigious U.A. Academy for Heroes, and they were heading there.

At the grand entrance of the academic campus, a long-haired man dressed in black was staring at his cell phone.

Aizawa looked up when he saw the cause of his headaches for the last 30 minutes.

- Did you have to give such short notice? Couldn't you wait until tomorrow? – He asked Simón in disgust. The young greenette swallowed hard; he had never seen anyone talk to his instructor like that.

- It was an emergency, Shota. – Explained the brown-haired man simply. Eraserhead sighed and glanced sideways at the young Midoriya.

- So, this is your little experiment. – Acknowledged the black-haired man, staring into Izuku's soul, who was fidgeting nervously under the man's penetrating gaze. Simón started walking towards the entrance.

- Stop analyzing him, let's go inside. – Almost ordered the brown-haired man. Shota looked at Izuku for a few more seconds before turning away, with the young man following both adults.

The young greenette was doing his best to keep himself under control. He was stepping foot in A.U. His dream school, where All Might and several incredible heroes were trained.

Simón could see the freckled boy trembling with excitement, looking at every wall in the facility as if it were Greco-Roman art.

- Take it easy, kid. We're not on a field trip. – Simón ordered him. Izuku then put his foot down.

- Yes, sir. I just... I don't understand what we do in the U.A. – The young man answered shyly.

- Use your brain, kid, I know you've got a good one. We're here to understand your fucking quirk for fuck's sake. – Simón stated with some aggression. Eraserhead watched the interaction silently with interest.

- I understand, sir. I, uh, didn't know you worked at the U.A. – Said the boy, still quite distressed.

- It's because I still don't, kid. – Replied the chestnut simply, giving a nonverbal "no more questions" command. Izuku caught it.

Soon they entered the medical wing of the academy, a university-type medical building where injured students were treated.

- Well, here you are at last. I don't appreciate being called in for last minute consultations, gentlemen. This old lady has things to do. – An old lady's voice greeted them.

Izuku almost fell down right there.

- Re-Re-Recovery Girl! - Exclaimed the green-haired boy in complete excitement.

Recovery Girl, also known as Chiyo Shuzenji, is a veteran heroine whose quirk, "Recovery", made her one of the medical eminences of the last century.

- That would be me, sweetie. I understand this is the little guy I'm supposed to be attending to? I doubt you pair of savages would deign to set foot in a hospital unless it was life or death. – She said to both grown men in a scolding, grandmotherly tone. Both heroes looked at her with boredom.

- Yes, Recovery Girl, this is Izuku Midoriya, I have been training him for the last few months. I brought him in for some medical tests and a thorough study of his quirk. I really appreciate your time; I apologize for the short notice. – Explained the brown-haired man, apologizing respectfully to the older lady.

- Well, at least you have manners. All right, son, come over so I can examine you. – She told the teenager, who was still in shock. It took him a few seconds to do as he was told.

While lying in bed, Chiyo performed basic tests such as taking his blood pressure and listening to his heart. All before the cryptic eyes of the dark-haired and brown-haired men.

- I-I wanted to tell you that I-I'm a big fan, Mrs. Recovery Girl. – The young man manages to utter after several attempts to elaborate. That earned a chuckle from the older woman.

- It is comforting to have fans even among the young. – Replied the lady sweetly.

After several minutes of physical examinations, blood and DNA tests, Chiyo turned to the three men.

- Well, his general health is normal, I can see that his physical condition is growing due to his exercise; his Q gene is active and without strange mutations, his blood tests do not show anything unusual. However, what concerns me is his left arm. He has a severe loss of mobility and strength, and honestly, I am not surprised. - The doctor explained, showing the X-rays of Izuku's arms, one of his right arm and one of his left.

- As you can see, his right arm is normal, but his left arm is a different story. That black spot should be muscle, it's as if a piece of muscle had been amputated. – Chiyo explained professionally, but with a hint of concern.

Both Simón and Shota had similar looks, both appreciative. While Izuku had ducked his gaze. The new knowledge was not so new, he was well aware of the problems in his arm and was not surprised, but to hear it from a doctor and in front of his teacher was another story.

- Is the damage irreparable? – Eraserhead asked, surprisingly.

- Yes, this is an injury that obviously has time and recurrence. With therapy you can prevent the mobility from being lost further, but that's about it. I understand this is because of his quirk? – The heroine asked. The atmosphere in the room was thick. Simón sighed.

- Yes, he has a warp-type quirk that does not behave like one. Most of the time when he uses it, teleporting generates random wounds, albeit with a recurrence on the left forearm. Right, Izuku? – Explained the Colombian, drawing the attention of his student.

Izuku had been hearing ringing in his ears for a few seconds, until hearing his name brought him out of his trance. He could only nod. Recovery Girl looked at the boy with concern, and then turned her gaze to Simón, who was looking sideways at the boy.

After Recovery Girl gave him some pain pills, the four of them headed to the research wing of the A.U. An entire department focused on quirk research, intended to study problematic quirks or quirks with interesting applications. The department worked in conjunction with the support and development course.

Right there, the hero Power Loader and the Academy's director, Nezu, were waiting for them.

- Oh, Colonel, I see you brought your protégé in for some tests. I'll be more than happy to help you with your quirk, young man. – Nezu greeted Simón first and then turned to the green-eyed boy, who looked on once again with fanatical excitement.

- Tha-Thank you very much, Mr. Nezu, Mr. Power Loader! I'm a big fan! – Exclaimed between stutters the boy, making the animal with quirk laugh.

- Izuku, behave yourself. – Colonel García scolded his student, who stood up straight.

- Well, shall we begin? - Nezu asked with a half-maniacal look, making everyone present except Izuku look at him in disgust.

Izuku soon found himself in an isolated chamber with several sensors on his body.

- Nice toys. – Simón mentioned, looking at the technology with interest. Power Loader nodded with excitement.

- We have the latest in biomedical technology, sensors of all kinds that could detect every single particle in that room. – Explained the hero of the excavation. Simón looked at the data on the computers.

- Quantum computers, huh? – Whispered the mulatto.

- Oh? Do you have any knowledge of this? – Power Loader asked intrigued. Simón watched Nezu chuckling.

- Only in theory. – He said simply.

- Well, what do we know about the boy's quirk? – Nezu asked by way of initiating the diagnosis.

- Quirk teleportation that for some reason generates wounds that amputate the skin and even the muscle. – Explained Eraserhead, who had a good picture of the situation. Nezu nodded while the machines made a general analysis of the greenette boy.

The albino animal observed the colonel, who had a thoughtful look looking at the screens.

- Something on your mind, Colonel? – Asked the director.

- I have a theory. Warp quirks are usually based on the concept of the Einstein-Rose bridge or wormhole. These quirks warp space, and depending on the quirk can either transport only the wearer's body or open a portal for anyone to cross. In both cases, the body remains intact because it travels through the ultra-metric space that makes up the wormhole. – The mulatto began to explain, getting everyone's attention.

- However, it is well known that warp quirks have severely injured their users through lacerations. – Nezu rebutted.

- That's right, cuts caused due to untimely closing of portals, the Einstein-Rosen bridge collapsing due to poor control leading its user to suffer from the spaghetti effect. But it has never been seen that a piece of the user's body disappears, in this case, Izuku's muscle piece was torn off as if it had been grabbed with tweezers from the inside. – The brown-haired man continued to explain. Aizawa sighed.

- Surely the child has been in chronic pain for years. – Said the black-haired man.

- It's not serious for now, but if you don't solve the problem, it will be unbearable. – Recovery Girl commented.

Simón watched Izuku being subjected to sensor tests, they were trying to obtain data by looking for some energy in the boy, without much success.

- It will work out, and there is only one way for their machines to detect anything of use. – Declared the mulatto, earning a disapproving look from Chiyo.

Simón looked the old woman in the eye, the two had a silent discussion that ended with the old woman sighing and nodding. Nezu, noticing the interaction, smiled and began to give Power Loader directions.

- Are you sure this will work? - Izuku asked shyly as a special bracelet was put on him, all the other sensors had been removed.

- When you teleport, this bracelet will travel with you; you have already proven that you can transport non-organic objects with you, such as your clothes. The bracelet should be able to travel with you through any kind of wormhole-type deformation, and should still be able to send us a constant signal at all times. – Power Loader explained. Simón stood behind the hero watching Izuku.

The boy's expression was one of pure fear, indecision and doubt. Simón had seen that expression before more times than he would like to admit.

- Please, I don't want any more! I can't stand it! You're mean to me! You're evil! I want my mommy back! –

Simón shook his head, shooing away the voices. He approached Izuku, who looked at him as if asking for help.

- Sir, I don't want to get hurt again. – He expressed his fear. Simón looked at him cryptically.

- Izuku, when we met, I asked you a question, remember? – Said the mulatto. The boy opened his eyes.

- I don't know, can you? –

The greenette boy nodded shyly.

- I know that, deep down, you still don't think you can be a hero... Honestly, I don't know either, do you know why? – The brown-haired man began to speak calmly. Everything was heard by the others.

- Because I'm not sure what a hero is. The concept, for me, long ago lost a meaning. When I asked you if you could be a hero, I didn't mean that I doubted whether or not you had the qualities of one. I meant that, when you tell me you want to be a hero, I don't know what you mean. – He went on to explain. Izuku's eyes were now filled with tears. Simón gently placed his hand between the young man's green hair, causing the kid to look at him in surprise.

The Colombian had his typical serious expression, but it was noticeably more relaxed.

- What kind of hero do you want to be, Izuku? What's a hero to you? Can you be a hero? – The man finally asked as the boy broke down in tears.

- I... I just want to help people. – Was the boy's answer.

A simple, almost innocent, but unfounded answer of pure honesty. Shota Aizawa opened his eyes slightly, recognizing the boy's words.

- Then do it. – Simón said simply, before leaving the room to the control area.

Izuku stood there for a few seconds, thinking about everything that had happened. The freckled boy decided that he had run away from his power too long.

Concentrating, he reimagined a mental map of the room he was in, which was easy enough for him. He felt the stinging in his eyes and instinctively wanted to close them.

- Don't close your eyes, Izuku. Keep them open, we need to know what you see. –

It was his teacher's voice. The bright-eyed boy fought the urge to close his eyes, and was quite surprised at what he saw.

Energy, pure energy in the whole place. He could see the energies of the people behind the room, a cumulus of brightness of various colors, but what caught his attention was that their hands glowed emerald green and when he wanted to focus on some random point on his mental map, a great flare of emerald green energy emerged right at that point in the room.

From one moment to the next, Izuku was at the other end of the room, blinking in surprise as the gleam in his eyes went away and his vision returned to normal. He looked down at his arms, and noticed a very slight wound on the back of his hand, but it was like a cat scratch. He noticed that the bracelet was still with him and seemed to be working.

In the perspective of the professional heroes, things were somewhat different. They stood watching Izuku with glowing eyes until in a green blink of an eye he disappeared.

And the bracelet signal disappeared too.

- What? Impossible, that thing should be giving us a signal from the other side of the galaxy. – Power Loader said surprised, typing like crazy. Then they saw Izuku appear on another side of the room.

- The child still has the bracelet. – Shota confirmed.

- That's impossible, I can't detect any signal. – Said Power Loader. Simón approached the monitor, and just as he did so a message appeared.

- "New familiar signal detected" –

Power Loader entered the new signal data. The frequency was the same as that of the bracelet, but it still detected it as a new one, he checked the history and the system had crossed out the previous signal as "destroyed/lost".

- What is the meaning of this? – Eraserhead asked, as much as he was a very intelligent man, he wasn't exactly a man of science.

- Just one thing. –

Simón's voice had changed, Nezu had started to laugh. Shota then noticed something he had not seen in three months of knowing the Colombian.

Simón was smiling.

- Quantum superposition. – Declared the mulatto, observing his student with a somewhat maniacal smile.

Izuku Midoriya only had to open his eyes to begin the definitive path to understanding his quirk, a minimal but powerful change. A tiny variation had completely altered the way he understood his power.

Will that be enough?

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Taki, Mie Prefecture. One month later.

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Ochako had had a bad day.

- It's not fair to hide things from me and pretend I don't care! –

The young girl's screams could be heard throughout the house. Today she had finally reached a breaking point when she discovered that her parents had to mortgage the house.

- Honey, please, it's not your responsibility to worry about these things. We'll be fine. – Nobara tried to soothe in the best motherly tone possible. However, the young brunette was beside herself, with tears falling like waterfalls and her usually beautiful brown eyes reddened from crying.

- No, we won't be! You two always say that! I deserve to know what's going on in this house too! – She was shouting totally out of her personality, in such frustration that her voice cracked.

Sosuke looked distressed at his daughter, trying to get closer to her, but the girl just walked away like a surly cat.

- Ochako, princess, of course you deserve to know things, but this is not something you can fix. Your mother and I have a responsibility as adults to look after you, not the other way around. – The older man tried to reason.

The young chestnut girl just shook her head.

- No! It shouldn't be like this! I just want to help you, it's not fair that you suffer in silence! It's not fair that you think you can lie to me! I always notice how much you hide your pain and your false smiles towards me! – She continued to scream in despair.

- Ochako! Don't ever say we falsely smiled at you, young lady. We love you. – The older Uraraka women exclaimed, a little hurt that her daughter thought she was being smiled at in vain.

Ochako kept sobbing, remembering that day when she was so little.

- What bothers me the most is that everything got horrible after our baby girl was born… –

Guilt had been gnawing at her for so many years, Ochako didn't understand why they kept saying nice things to her and hiding their feelings.

- Well, maybe you shouldn't! – The young woman shouted, filling the room with silence.

Her parents looked at her with confusion and terror. They did not understand and did not want to understand what their daughter was referring to.

- Princess, what are you…? –

- Stop calling me that! I don't deserve it! You shouldn't love me! I... I ruined your lives! – The young brunette finally exclaimed, crying like never before, clutching her hair in despair.

Both parents were dumbfounded that their daughter would think that. In their minds they did not understand the fact that their daughter would be so martyred by a situation beyond her control and responsibility.

- Ochako, don't say that! You didn't ruin our lives! Where did you get that idea?! – Sosuke shouted between anger and despair, looking at his daughter in frustration.

- You said it! I heard you say that everything got worse after I was born! – Exclaimed the girl, spitting everything out in the worst possible way. Her father was shocked to hear those words, he quickly approached his daughter to try to hug her.

- Ochako, that's not what... –

- Get away from me! – She shouted at her father, backing away.

Sosuke felt a painful sensation invade his chest, Ochako had never refused any token of affection from him, not even in her biggest tantrum.

Ochako watched her parents look at her with pain and pity. The young girl could bear it no longer and ran out of the house. Dawn was beginning to break on the horizon.

The young gravity controller ran aimlessly, trying to run away from reality. She didn't want to feel anything, she wanted to float until she was lost in the void of space.

- Now some random brat who can't even carry her own fat thinks she can be a hero? –

- Pf, not only fat, but also tight. -

- With that shitty attitude you won't even be a hero and be alone for the rest of your life. –

- What bothers me the most is that everything got horrible after our baby girl was born… –

She was the cause of all her parents' woes, no matter how the situation looked. For Ochako, that was the absolute truth. She couldn't even be a heroine; she couldn't help people.

- No matter how much I smile, I can't make anyone happy. -

Those were the poor girl's pessimistic thoughts, resigning herself to being a failure.

Without realizing it, she had rushed to that secluded spot in the park that had been her refuge from teasing and bad situations for the past few months. That place full of fluttering butterflies and pretty flowers that made her dream of someday reaching such beauty and majesty.

Arrived at that usually empty bench, the girl had tunnel vision. She sat down and burst into tears with loud cackles of pain. She had probably never cried as much as she had in that whole minute that felt like an eternity to her.

She didn't realize when she had used her quirk on herself and began to float, she just kept sobbing inconsolably. Then she felt someone holding her wrists.

When she opened her teary eyes, the first thing she saw was a monarch butterfly fluttering in front of her. The young brunette followed with her eyes the small being with beautiful wings, who landed on someone else's hand around her wrist. The girl noticed that she was floating, and following the owner of that hand, she met the warmest emerald eyes she had ever seen.

- A-Are you okay? –

- With You and me, take me to the magic of the moment. –

The boy's voice was soft, as were his features. In the girl's eyes, there was no better combination of tenderness and concern than that expressed by the boy's face; with four freckles on each cheek and messy dark green hair, the owner of those kind eyes prevented her from ending up in the emptiness of space. His wavy hair danced in the wind, partially covering the jades he had for eyes. The funereal melancholy that distressed the girl was slightly ignored by that creature of tender touch that attracted her to the earth to prevent her from getting lost in the depths of the cosmos.

Unwittingly, Ochako had found a new universe.

Noticing that the boy would not let go of her because if he did, she would float away, the girl laced her fingers together and felt gravity return to her, falling back into her seat. The boy's eyes shone brighter in fascination, if they could be any brighter.

Ochako, unable to say anything, simply began to try to wipe away her tears while hiding her face. Seconds later, a gentle hand with a wet cloth was extended in front of her face. The chestnut looked at the boy again, he had such an honest look of concern that her heart skipped a beat, as if she had no gravity again.

One action is all it takes to change everything, a slight variation in the starting line, a different way of getting up every morning.

The young brunette shyly took the handkerchief to proceed to clean up her face.

Izuku Midoriya watched this sadly. He was sore and depressed from his training, so he had decided to go clear his head deep in a park. He sat on an empty bench, admiring nature, all to see a girl come and sit beside him and cry.

At first, Izuku was nervous, as he was very awkward around girls, but noticing how affected the poor girl was, he couldn't help but want to help her. However, his shyness and lack of confidence did not allow him to act until he saw her start to float.

The green-haired young man took some time to analyze the girl, blushing. She had a round face, with large cheeks with a permanent blush that seemed tender to him; her sad eyes were large, long lashes and brown eyes that reminded him of the warmest autumn of all, but now only expressed deep pain; her hair, the same shade as her eyes, was short, reaching her shoulders, she had it curved inward with two large locks that framed her face.

Izuku was no expert on girls, but he was sure that the girl in front of him was the prettiest he had ever seen. The fact that she looked so lost aroused his innate desire to help and comfort, though his lack of confidence prevented him from acting as he should.

- A-are you better? – The boy asked quietly, shyly.

Ochako had finished cleaning her face and was now absently looking at her hands, thinking about the events of the last hour. From the big argument with her parents to making a fool of herself in a park in front of a kind stranger.

- Y-Yes… I'm sorry you had to see that. – Apologized the girl in a low voice. Izuku's heart clenched to hear such a sad tone in such a sweet voice.

- D-Don't worry... I'm sorry I acted like that out of the blue... I don't mean to intrude. – The boy apologized between stutters. The autumn-eyed girl looked at him sideways.

- Don't apologize... Thank you so much for holding me. – Thanked the girl, giving him a sad and sweet little smile.

Izuku watched in fascination as the young woman's lips curved.

- With You and me, take me to the magic of the moment. –

- I-I'm Izuku Midoriya... It's-It's a pleasure. – The young man introduced himself, blushing. The chestnut looked at him, relaxing a little more.

- I am Ochako Uraraka. Nice to meet you, Midoriya-kun. – The cheeky girl introduced herself as well. Izuku was fascinated to hear her name from the girl's mouth.

They both remained in a comfortable silence for a few seconds. Izuku noticed that the sadness was still perpetually in those eyes.

- Do you want to talk about what happened...? – The question came from the green-haired boy's soul, earning a surprised look from the brown-eyed girl.

- I, um, I mean, if you want to... I'm sorry, I know it's none of my business. – Stammered the boy, flushed with embarrassment.

Ochako looked at him in confusion, and then relaxed her gaze and laughed a little at the greenette boy's panicked expression. Izuku hearing her laughter couldn't help but look at her.

- No, no, it's okay... I... let's say I haven't felt... enough about myself, you know? – The young girl began to say out of inertia, looking towards the flowers bathed in the sun's rays dying in the sunset. Izuku listened attentively to the girl.

- No matter how much I insist, how much I want to help... Everyone tells me there is no point, my parents tell me it's not my responsibility to fix everything... But I do feel I have to do something, you know? I feel I have the need. – The girl continued talking.

- Sometimes, I wish I could have the strength to change things. – The girl ended up saying, sighing. After a few seconds of silence, she turned to look at her companion to find those kind eyes looking at her with surprise.

- Ah, I'm sorry, I don't know why I started talking, just like that, I just... –

- I understand you. –

The boy's voice silenced her. She looked with confusion at the freckled boy, who had a look thunderously similar to the one she saw every day in the mirror.

Those eyes looked at her in sad compression.

- All my life I have felt useless, and the people around me have never tired of reminding me... For many years, no one trusted me… Not even myself. – The boy began to speak, causing Ochako to look at him in deep concentration.

- A few months ago, my world almost completely fell apart... My idol didn't believe in me either, he told me directly… However, that same day, I met someone who in one way or another trusted me... He gave me a chance. – Izuku's voice had filled with emotion for a moment, even going so far as to smile, but Ochako noticed how that smile died.

- But... Every day that goes by I feel that I disappoint him… He doesn't tell me, but I feel that I'm wasting the opportunity he gave me... The opportunity to be a hero. – The boy finished by saying, feeling his eyes watering.

Then, Izuku felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. The soft hand of that girl was giving him comfort, noticing her raised little finger. The green-eyed boy looked at her with surprise, those autumn eyes were giving him the sweetest look he had ever received.

- I-I'm sorry, I'm supposed to comfort you and... – The boy tried to say, looking at his bandaged arms. Ochako looked at him gently.

- Hey, it's okay. I think it's good to know you're not alone in feeling. It's comforting. –The girl declared, smiling. Izuku caught her smile.

- And for what it's worth, I think that person you say trusted you did the right thing, and I don't think you're disappointing him either. – Ochako suddenly said, surprising the boy. Izuku's heart jumped, feeling his eyes watering again.

- Do you think so...? – Izuku asked quietly.

- Yes! And even if it were so, now I trust you too. – Declared the girl giving him a bright smile.

Izuku looked at her in shock, not understanding how someone so good could have been so sad. The boy rubbed his eyes and gave her a shaky smile.

- Th-Thank you very much. – He told her in all honesty.

Ochako felt her chest warm, the smile of that kind boy was enough for her. The young chestnut girl felt useful at last, and an honest smile was all she needed to feel happy.

- It's getting late, I think I should go home. – Said the chestnut, after several minutes of comfortable silence. Izuku nodded, looking up at the night sky.

- I... If-if you want, I can walk you to your-your house. – Suddenly proposed the greenette boy, with total embarrassment and a totally red face. The brown-eyed girl looked at him and blushed too.

- I-I wouldn't want to bother you. – Said the girl, stuttering just the same.

- It's no bother. – Whispered the young greenette. Ochako looked at him and nodded shyly.

- Follow the Moskva, down to Gorky Park, listening to the wind of change. -

Izuku had forgotten how sore he was with so many emotions, so when he stood up his legs failed him and he started to fall on his face.

He closed his eyes waiting for the impact, but all he felt was a strange sensation of floating.

The young man opened his emerald eyes, and he was indeed floating. He turned and could see the kindest eyes in the world looking at him with concern.

- Are you okay, Midoriya-kun, can you stand up? – The girl asked gently. Izuku nodded slightly as the girl pulled him upright, and proceeded to lace her fingers together. The green-eyed boy felt his gravity again.

- Th-thank you. – Shamefully thanked the boy. Ochako smiled brightly.

- You're welcome, since you helped me so selflessly, it's only natural that I want to help you too... –

Izuku stared wide-eyed at the girl, his heart suddenly felt heavy, as if it wanted to burst out of his chest. Tears began to emerge from his eyes as he tried to stifle sobs.

- Who the fuck cares about your quirk, Deku? That's a coward's quirk, all you can do is run away and that's it, it's pathetic. –

- Better kill yourself already, no one will miss you. –

- I don't think you can be a proper hero. –

- I'm sorry, Izuku! –

In a system as fragile as life is, change is the only constant. One action can change everything, a stone in the river can cause a great overflow, a helping hand can save a life, the flutter of a butterfly can generate a tornado on the other side of the world.

A few words are all it takes to change the course of a story.

- Can you be a hero? –

- When my teacher was the first person to confide in me, it changed everything, but... –

Ochako showed the most beautiful smile Izuku had ever seen.

- After all, today you were my hero. –

Izuku cried, and sobbed, but there wasn't a hint of pain. It was pure happiness.

- The day I heard those words, even though I didn't understand it at the time, I knew I could be a hero. –

- Chaos is defined as any minimal alteration to the initial state of a dynamic system will completely change the final outcome. Life itself is chaotic, and chaos need not be a bad thing. Many times, chaos means hope. –