3.
Izuku felt the stiff boy on his back gradually relax, and hoarse, soft snores rang in his ears as he walked home.
He somehow knew that day was going to be iconic in some way. These two children looked as though they had been left, either because of a quirk or something else. Hitoshi looked to be six, maybe seven, and Myrah about four.
You have to help them, Izuku…
Meanwhile, Myrah stared up at Izuku's firm eyes. He wasn't by any means unordinary - unless you counted his bright green hair. But something about him made the little girl feel safe. She knew she could trust him.
When Izuku came to a stop outside the door, he paused. Then, resolutely, he opened the door.
"IZUKU, MY BABY, WHERE WERE YOUUU!" cried and anxious Inko Midoriya. She'd been pacing for over an hour, her concern and fear for her baby growing as extra hours passed.
She zoomed up to him, all prepared for fretting over him, when Myrah let out a whimper.
Inko paused as though time had stopped, then turned her face towards the little purple eyed girl, who was looking up at her with evident wide, tear filled eyes.
Now, Inko Midoriya was a sweet, soft soul, and those eyes caused her heart to break slightly. As Izuku rambled a half baked story about finding them, Inko crouched down and stroked the little girl's hair.
Myrah gazed at the now familiar green and felt the comforting caress. Unknowingly she opened her arms.
Without hesitation, Inko took them.
Inko hugged the little girl to her, and Izuku stopped his now senseless ramble. With only her eyes, Inko conveyed all he needed to know.
Hitoshi woke to the sound of an anxious woman saying something, and then a familiar voice stammering excuses. Blinking his eyes open sleepily, the purple haired boy realized he was in a cool, clean bedroom. Sitting up, Hitoshi realized he was on an air mattress, with the single bed in the room belonging to Myrah.
"Izuku, be careful with that! I know you can cook but that looks hot-"
Muffled voices sounded through the wall, but they sounded kind.
Still drowsy, Hitoshi realized Myrah was sitting up in her bed, staring at her hands.
"G-good morning, Toshi-nii," her voice half croaked. She sounded tired, but well rested, which was really what mattered.
The door (which Hitoshi for some reason hadn't noticed) opened with a slight creak, and a plump woman with a kind face and an anxious expression peeked in, her gaze landing first on Hitoshi, then Myrah.
"Good morning! I'm Izuku's mother, but you can call me Inko." She peered back down the hall, before poking her head back into the room.
"Breakfast will be done soon, if you want to come out." The door closed again.
Breakfast? The two residents of the room stared at each other for a minute, then Hitoshi shouted something incomprehensible.
I can't believe he actually meant to take care of us… he's so nice…
Hitoshi managed to smile weakly at Myrah, then he crawled out of bed, disturbing the thick, warm quilt that had been laid on him.
His stomach growled loudly, causing Myrah to stifle a giggle. Myrah also rolled slowly out of bed, laughing as she landed on the heavily carpeted floor. Peering out of the blankets that had tightly wrapped themselves around her, Hitoshi couldn't help but chuckle. She looked like a burrito!
…
Meanwhile, All Might looked for the green haired boy who had saved his friend. But he had disappeared. However, this just strengthened the hero's resolve.
He would find the green haired boy, and he would at least help him. For heroic spirit was proven.
Now, to check a junior high called Aldera…
…
Izuku sneezed, then looked around warily. Was someone thinking about him?
…
Across town, an orphan ran, her feet slapping the pavement. Reaching a dead end, she sighed, then touched herself, which seemed odd to her pursuers. But when she floated upwards, directing her gravity towards the roof, the people chasing her stopped, and disappeared into the shadows.
"Release."
In her arms was an unconscious little girl with silver hair and a small horn.