The atmosphere between the green haired mother and son was unusually quiet as they walk in the street, for the two was usually either giggling in fit or crying an ocean. Today, however, the two were not.
They had just gone from the clinic of a quirk specialist where they were thrown a bomb. Izuku Midoriya, the younger and male green head, four year old, was diagnosed as without a quirk.
He felt as if the world is against him, not that he know what it really feels to have the world against him, that time at least. His dream crumbled right on his feet as the doctor denied him off it and was told to give up.
That's the reason why the two are quiet at the moment. So quiet that even a fly won't be so shameless to make a sound. Inko, the female green head, was thinking for the right words as to not hurt her son more, while her son was thinking how he will tell his best friend, his sworn hero partner, that he's not sure if he can keep their promise.
Whilst walking solemnly, a traditional Japanese infrastructure, that somewhat stand out as it was surrounded by modern buildings, didn't go unnoticed by the poor child. He halted and watched from the visible part of the building where a group of teenagers are harmoniously kicking in the air.
"You know, Izuku, when you think about it, being a hero isn't the only way to be a hero. I mean, heroes are not the only one who can save people, do you understand what I'm saying? Izuku?"
As he watch them do another stance after the other the cogs on his brain ran a mile in that moment. He smiled. Izuku's blinding smile finally returned at that time.
"...Izuku?" Inko tried to get her son's attention once again since the said boy was not responding. She looked up from where her child is looking at when he didn't answered, again, just to see the only dōjō at their town.
"Mom? Can I learn that too?"
