Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia characters and plot events belongs to Horikoshi Kohei.
To Be a Hero
for better or worse
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BOOOOOOM!
The pressure of the explosion was so great that it shook the stadium and caused a great wind current to follow. Like the rest of the crowd, class 1-A had to brace themselves from the strong current. Some shut their eyes in horror while others, with the same emotion, couldn't peel their eyes away.
Then, all was silent as black smoke mushroomed from the center of the stage.
"I... I can't bare to look!" Mina covered her face as Sero let out a strained chuckle. Really, what was with Todoroki and Bakugou always showing off in the most terrifyingly upscale way?
"He really didn't hold back," Kirishima's brows furrowed with awe and worry, eyes searched for the manipulating girl. Going head on at an impact like that was too dangerous for even Shiro and her eyes. "I hope Shiro-chan is okay..."
"Ehhh, what is going on down there? Midnight?" Present Mic questioned frantically. The smoke was clearing in an agonizing pace and everyone was at the edge of their seats to get a look at the aftermath of the collision. "Surely Cementoss stopped it?! Right? Right, Eraserhead?!"
"Quiet."
No one made a peep as the dark smoke finally dispersed from the arena. Cementoss was still in his seat, meaning that he hadn't intervened, while Midnight was fanning the smoke away from her face.
Everyone then shot their eyes towards Bakugou, who was surrounded by piles of rubble he'd disintegrated during the explosion and inches away from the out-of-bounds line. He wiped away the sweat mixed with a bit of blood from the cut on his face with the back of his hand. No one could see his hands tremble but himself.
Meanwhile, leaning against a pile of broken cement to keep her standing, Shiro was breathing hard. She had managed to escape the explosion at the last second when she created more cement spikes in front of her and swung herself out to before going in to attack Bakugou from the side. However, the great pressure forced her back and if it weren't for her left eye, she would've been completely blown out of the stadium.
Shiro felt the nerves around her eyes tingle and burn. She was losing focus, but it didn't matter. She had manipulated the probability of being blown out the best she could...
"Aisaka-san..." Midnight started the call.
It was her right leg, the one that was injured by Bakugou earlier. It wasn't able root itself in place as well as her left foot.
"...Is out of bounds, so Bakugou-kun moves on to the next round!"
Shiro was sent to Recovery Girl's clinic.
Because of her leg injury, she had to be wheeled by medical robots. Recovery Girl started her check-up right away and wrapped up anything she couldn't completely heal, which happened to be the burn on her leg since the priority was healing the nerves around her eyes. She had overdone it with her Quirk again, though this time less severe because she wasn't stupidly trying to do the impossible at least.
Bakugou was just too strong for her to face head on. For now.
Shiro pouted regrettably. Watching the blonde's match with Uraraka previously had given her a good estimate of his power, or so she thought. During the match, she carefully measured the amount of time he needed to charge up his explosions for larger scaled attacks, and subsequently dosed him with a hefty amount of rain to detriment that process while giving her enough time to concentrate and store up energy for her rewrite. She had everything planned out, but she was still surprised by the extent Bakugou was able to exert his Quirk.
Agh, Eraserhead's going to lecture me for sure... Shiro sighed. Her time to shine at the sports festival this year ended with this defeat. "Stupid Prickhead."
On cue, the door to the clinic suddenly banged open.
"Recovery Girl!" he called out loud with his usual irritable tone. "I need you to—" his eyes immediately narrowed and his teeth clenched at the sight of Shiro. The Recovery hero was currently in the back to grab something, so it was just the two in the room. "It's you!"
"Obviously. You're the one who got me here," the girl retorted incredulously. "Why are you here?"
Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets under her scrutiny and gave her a tight-lipped glare. He wasn't about to reveal that his hands cramped from being forced to use his Quirk so many times by her. "Tch! Where's that damn Recovery Girl?" he said, completely ignoring her question.
"Whatever!" Shiro frowned with insult and tried turn her body away so she didn't have to see his infuriating face anymore, but that was not such a great idea as pain shot up her right leg. "Ow ow ow...!" she winced before turning back to the blonde, just missing the concerned flash in his eyes before it morphed back to his normal scowl. There was heavy tension in the room and she took a moment before deciding to voice her thoughts.
"Let me make one thing clear. I'll win next time and I won't let you off so easily. Got that?"
"Ha?" The annoyed look on the blonde's face deepened even more, though she thought she saw a hint of respect in his eyes as he sneered. "That's my line, Pigtails," he spat with annoyance. "It wasn't an indisputable win. Our fight's not over yet 'cause you were still standing at the end. I'll destroy you completely next time."
Clearly, Bakugou wasn't satisfied until his opponents dropped dead—not literally, she hoped. Having only pushed her out of bounds with her still standing, it wasn't a win in his book. But, however condescending his words were, Shiro couldn't believe she found it to be slightly encouraging.
It was just that... Bakugou wasn't looking down on her. It was as if that was his own little way of telling her that she was strong with his perverse way of threatening people. "Impossible," she couldn't help the small smirk surfacing in her expression. She couldn't let a defeat beat her down yet. "It'll be me destroying you next time."
"Heh, don't count on it."
Meanwhile, Recovery Girl had come out to hear the conversation and was highly amused. The kids in class 1-A sure are a bunch of weird characters, she thought. Though, one thing was glaringly evident. All of them never gave up.
"Just know that once Recovery Girl heals me, it'll be over for you."
"I'll kill you regardless!"
Really... "Ah, all right!" the hero broke between to prevent the two from starting another fight. The two before her have their differences, and outwardly, they acted like they hated each other's guts but had a mutual respect for each other's strength. Though, she'd heard that they were notorious for getting on each other's nerves and she would rather like to have her clinic stay intact.
"I won't heal either of you if you continue this nonsense," she warned with authority. "So both of you, kiss and make up now!"
"...HA?!"
She hadn't meant that literally of course, but she wondered why they sported such a flustered expression as they glared at her with embarrassment...
The stadium was shaking as the final victor was announced from the last match. The sports festival was thus concluded.
Present Mic announced for all of the participating students to return to their waiting rooms on standby as they prepared the field for the awards ceremony. Unwillingly, Shiro had been kept back by Recovery Girl to rest because her eyes were still too sensitive. She had completely missed the last battle between Bakugou and Todoroki, so she couldn't wait to find out the results so when she was finally able to leave, she was quickly on her way to meet up with her classmates.
"Shiro-chan!" Uraraka spotted her immediately when the class walked her way and bounded up to her with her wide, innocent eyes shining.
"Are you okay now?" Midoriya asked, looking ar her from all angles with Uraraka. They were both greatly worried, as usual.
Shiro nodded at them in reassurance. "I'm completely fine," she said before realizing that someone was missing from the group. "Oh, Iida-san is not with you guys?"
"Iida-kun got a phone call from home right before the last match," Uraraka explained. "It looked important!"
"I see," Shiro said as they all reached the waiting room with the rest of the class. They were surprised to see the aforementioned class president standing in front of the door.
"There he is! Iida-kun!" Midoriya called out as he waved, but he faltered when he saw the troubled look on the male's face. "Um, is everything okay?"
At the voice of concern, Iida turned to them fully as the three of them lingered outside. The look in his eyes were glossed over slightly behind his glasses before he straightened up seriously. "This is sudden, but I must leave early," he revealed, surprising them. "A villain got my older brother."
A villain got...? Shiro's eyes widened. "You mean, Ingenium is hurt?"
"Yes," Iida nod solemnly. Uraraka scrunched her expression in worry.
"H-How's he doing?!"
"I don't know the details, so I'm going to go visit him directly to see. He's been admitted to a hospital in Hosu City where he was attacked."
They fell silent for a moment because no one knew the right words to say in a situation like this. Words of absolute reassurance seemed too zealous, but they wanted to be hopeful for Ingenium for Iida's sake. They could only nod and display their concern silently, which seemed to be enough for the stressed class president.
"I have already informed a faculty staff about this. I'm sorry I won't be able to join you guys at the awards ceremony," he told them sincerely. "Shiro-kun, please stand proud in third place for me, too."
"You got it, Iida-san," she promised as he bowed and left. She watched him stride with purpose as his back slowly went out of view.
"All of the first-year events for this year's U.A. sports festival have been completed. And now, we will begin the award ceremony!" Midnight announced as fireworks bloomed prettily in the sky. More cheers ensued as the underground podium lifted behind the special effect white fog to reveal the top three first-years of this year's sports festival. The students, not limited to class 1-A, all watched with mild horror and embarrassment as they saw Bakugou.
"Wow..."
"What the heck is this?"
Shiro wanted to cover her face from the second-hand embarrassment while standing in third place. She almost didn't want to admit that this struggling blonde beast was the one who defeated her. After hearing about what happened during the battle between Todoroki and Bakugou, she had a hunch that the blonde would be mad. He wanted an indisputable win, after all. But seriously, did he have to be so angered by the match that the staff was forced to put shackles, straps, and a muzzle on him?!
He's all over the place, she sighed with shame.
On the other side of the blonde, Todoroki was silent and looking deep in thought. She wondered what could be running through his mind at the moment... Surely he had a reason for giving up on the battle?
"In addition to Aisaka-san, there is also Iida-kun in third place," the R-Rated hero explained to the mass media with a saucy wink. "However, he left early for family reasons. Thank you for your understanding!"
Iida... Shiro's expression turned somber. She, perhaps more than anyone, knew what the male was going through. The fear of losing someone so dear to her heart, someone who she looked up to immensely... She felt all of that with Aizawa when Shigaraki attacked with the League of Villains and nearly took the hero's life.
"Now, we will award the medals! The presentation of the medals will, of course, be by this man—!"
Familiar laughter boomed from the very top of the stadium as the silhouette of All Might appeared before the crowd. Immediately, the mass was in a frenzy of cheers and awe at Japan's number one hero and the Symbol of Peace. Only he would be able to elicit such a response—and no matter how many time he's done this trademark entrance, it was loved by all.
"—our very own hero—"
Midnight's introduction continued as All Might jumped and flipped over towards the students, his own announcement in mind. "I have brought the medals—!"
"ALL MIGHT!"
A pregnant pause immediately followed the awkward clash of introductions. All Might's body shook with depression and the R-Rated hero quickly apologized for talking over him. "N-Now then, All Might, please present the medals, starting with third place!"
Reenergize, the hero strolled towards Shiro with impressive stance. She will never get over how well he can carry himself and make such an impactful impression, even just awarding medals.
"Young Aisaka, congratulations," he said as he hung the shining bronze medal around her neck. "You've done an impressive job at showing your strengths."
"I still have a long way to go if I want to be strong enough," she mumbled humbly. Her goal was to be strong enough to protect her loved ones, and she knew she wasn't there yet.
"You're resourceful and that counts for as much as being powerful," All Might replied softly before going in for a hug and patted her back encouragingly. "You'll make a fine hero one day."
Like the pillar of strength and warmth that he stood for, the hero brought a small smile to her face. A wave of familiar reassurance hit her as she leaned in. "Thank you."
The hero nodded and moved on to Todoroki, giving him a similar speech and went in for a congratulatory hug. There was something about the man's ability to lighten up everything and give people a sense of safety and encouragement that made everything okay. She guessed that was the power of the Symbol of Peace, after all. He can get through to anyone...
Well, anyone except him... she had to roll her eyes as All Might went to remove the muzzle on Bakugou's face, only for the blonde to explode his angry rant of not deserving first place all over again. He looked positively livid and she wondered how someone can produce such a face. It was almost impressive.
"Well, take this medal, okay?" All Might presented the golden award proudly to Bakugou. "Think of it as a 'wound' so you never forget!"
"I said I don't want it!"
"Now, now."
"I TOLD YOU, I DON'T WANT IT!"
The hero managed to semi-successfully hang the medal between Bakugou's clenched teeth and turned back to the rest of the 11 classes with a bright grin. He reached out to them with promise. "They were the winners this time, but listen here! Anyone here could have ended up on these podiums. It's just as you saw," he balled his hand in a fist. "Competing! Improving each other! And climbing even further! The next generation of heroes is definitely sprouting! So, I just have one more thing to say!" he prompted with his finger pointing to the sky. "Everyone, please say it with me! Ready, go—!"
"PLUS ULTRA!"
"—Thanks for your hard work!"
"Whaaaaaaat?! It should've been 'Plus Ultra' there, All Might!"
Shiro laughed behind her hand at the chorus of boo's coming from the enraged crowd. Truly, only All Might would be able to elicit responses like this from the public.
"Good work," Aizawa droned as the students returned to the classroom at the end of the day.
Everyone was tired; having been out all day participating in the sports festival, their energies were totally drained. The faculty members at U.A. realizes this, as well.
"There will be no school tomorrow or the day after. I'm sure the Pro Heroes who watched the sports festival will want to recruit you, but we'll reconsolidate everything and announce it when you get back. So rest well and look forward to that."
"Yes sir!"
The class was then dismissed, and the students took this time to pack up and go home to rest. Shiro glanced at Iida's empty seat with unspoken worry. She caught Midoriya doing the same and they exchanged knowing looks.
"Ingenium will be okay," the curly haired boy hoped.
Shiro nodded.
There was something about this situation that unsettled her. What kind of villain was it to be able to take down a hero like Ingenium? Faces plagued her mind—the faces from USJ—and she clinched her teeth. Whether it was them behind it or not, it was still a fact that the League of Villains were a deadly group of people more than capable of doing so.
She couldn't exactly grasp it, but she felt that something was about to happen.
The sound of glass smashing against the wall was heard from where Kurogiri was. He stopped at the secluded room down the hall and he knocked on the door to check up on the commotion.
"Shigaraki," he called out. It seemed that the end of the sports festival had elicited another round of displeased muttering from Shigaraki.
"Leave, Kurogiri."
"It's time to change your bandages," Kurogiri stated. "Also, Master is on call from the T.V. out in the bar."
There was a low scowl before the door slammed open. The warp gate regarded the hunched male silently and followed him down towards the bar area. Once Shigaraki was seated on a stool, he got to work and brought out a roll of bandages. The gunshot wounds were healing after two weeks of rest, and it looked like Shigaraki was ready to move about again for their next plan.
The small television screen buzzed with static before the call came through.
"Shigaraki."
"You could've called in my room," he muttered as his hands started to itch around his neck. "I watched until the end like you asked. Now I'm angry."
"Now, now. You've gathered some useful information, haven't you?"
"Like you said, they're obstacles. All annoying obstacle that I will crush."
"Good. The timing is perfect. Kurogiri, you will head to Hosu City."
"Yes," Kurogiri said as he finished wrapping Shigaraki. The thin man let out a small grunt and moved away. "But Master, are you sure about this? The Hero Killer may not side with us."
"It won't matter. He is creating the chaos that we are after. Shigaraki, you can use this chance to have him get rid of some of those self-righteous heroes."
Shigaraki scuffed and scratched at his neck. "I'll make use of him if he gets rid of the U.A. brats I hate."
"It's all as you wish, but I do have one exception. You must keep your sister alive for now."
"Master!" Shigaraki shot up with anger as his fist slammed on the wooden table. Unknown to him, his master had long known of his relationship with the girl, but the man had humored him in getting him to reveal his hatred. It was all according to plan, after all. Nonetheless, Shigaraki never thought his master would force this on him. He was always allowed to kill those he found irritating!
"Why?! After I told you that she is the person I despise the most after All Might—!"
A deep chuckle resonated across the room.
"Yes, I know. It's just for a while. She will be instrumental to our plan, my Shigaraki."
Shiro was on her way to the staff office after school to meet up with Aizawa when the door to the break room suddenly opened before her and a sullen-looking man walked out. He jerked slightly when he saw her and she could feel that his eyes, despite deeply set with the appearance of being sullen, was widened with surprise.
"You're the man from earlier," she realized while paying close attention to his weird mannerism. She wondered what he was doing here since he didn't look like a Pro Hero, though she continued to feel that odd familiarity around him.
"Huh—Oh! That is correct, Young Ai—young lady!" the man seemed to be tripping over his thoughts as he inched away. "I was on my way out but got lost! I will be going now, goodbye!"
"Ha...?" Shiro sported a puzzled look as the man hastily disappeared. He seemed to be in a rush to go somewhere... she thought. There was something about that man that made her feel like he was more than meets the eye. It wasn't a bad vibe, but something more familiar...
As she continued to ponder about it with a frown, Aizawa finally entered the office and she dropped her thoughts. "Hey, Eraserhead—" her ruby eyes lit up upon seeing the hero before tilting her head to see a mop of purple hair walking by the door. "And Shinso-san?"
"Oh. Aisaka," Shinso stopped to greet her nonchalantly with is hands in his pant pockets, though seemingly bewildered in knowing what kind of relationship she held with the hero to be this casual.
One thing came to his mind as he looked between the two.
"Secret meeting between a teacher and student?"
Shiro nearly fell off of the chair she was sitting on at the level of accusation. Mineta's pesky sphere chose that exact moment to finally release its adhesiveness and dropped to the ground for effect.
"E-Eraserhead's my mentor!" she shrieked. "Seriously!"
At first, when her classmates wondered if she was the hero's secret child, it already raised some eyes as the thought of the hero actually loving someone enough to produce a child together was slightly unimaginable. But this accusation was going too far. Where in the world did Shinso get that type of impression?!
"Shinso, you should know better," Aizawa said with a bored look.
"Yes sir," Shinso merely smirked. He really couldn't help it; he just enjoyed teasing the girl. "I apologize."
Shiro stopped panicking and furrowed her brows when she realized that the male was just playing around. She didn't take him for someone to be so comfortable with making these kinds of jokes with someone he barely knew, but she figured it was another method of his retaliation for his defeat. "That was low," she huffed.
"Well," he shrugged. "I wasn't wrong to think that you had some kind of connection with sensei."
"I could say the same to you now," she retorted and crossed her arms. "What were you doing with my mentor?"
"Possessive, too."
"Enough," Aizawa cut in before Shiro could fire back another word. "How irrational. There's still a long way to go for both of you if you want to become heroes."
"...Sorry," they both muttered in apology.
"It's late. Go home."
The general course male obliged with a small bow and started to walk away. Even so, the curiosity in Shiro didn't die down but she at least caught on that Aizawa must have seen the potential in Shinso if they were together earlier. The teasing aside, she was happy for the general course male.
"Shinso-san, wait," she quickly called after him before he was out of view. The male paused once again as she flashed him an encouraging thumbs up. "Work hard."
He gave her a long stare before leaving, the corners of his lips turning up.
"See you around, Aisaka."
Shiro smiled to that. At lot has happened today, especially regarding her changing views of the purple haired male. She would even go as far as saying that she admired his drive to become a hero despite not having a conventional, "hero-like" Quirk. Sure, there was some hiccups during the way between them, but wasn't that the case for many friendships?
Friends? Is that what she thought of Shinso?
"Don't stare into space," Aizawa's voice cut through her thoughts and she blinked at him. The hero looked ready to go and Shiro hopped off the chair to leave together. "I'm going to Recovery Girl to get these bandages off," he lifted an arm briefly. "You go home, too."
Shiro shook her head, "I want to go with you."
"Hm," he replied before going to address something he wanted to say since the award ceremony—he was sure the girl was waiting for it as well. Having taken cared of the girl for 11 years, it was quite easy to read her. Not that it was hard in the first place as she was very expressive. "You got a little carried away during your fight with Bakugou which allowed him to strike back and injure you. Learn from your mistakes."
Shiro nodded with resignation, fully expecting this as something the hero would say.
"But, I'm proud of you."
Hearing those words from the hero made Shiro's heart bloom with warmth and she grinned happily. He was always to the point and direct with everything. whether it be praise or criticism, and she found that she wouldn't change it for anything in the world. She was glad that she can look up to someone like Aizawa.
"Can we go to WacDonalds after you're done?" she suddenly asked.
The hero gave her a look. "Fine with me," he said. He was all for the efficiency and practicality of fast food restaurants, but he wondered if he had influenced the girl that much to prefer the same. "You like that place that much?"
Shiro blinked. "Don't you like it? You always took me there when I was little. It's a tradition now, isn't it?"
Aizawa was taken by surprise with the girl's words before he continued walking with a prideful smile behind his bandages.
"How irrational."
He hated to admit it, but Midnight was absolutely right. Shiro was someone who brought out the softness in him. Besides, having a little bit of irrationality in his life is not a terrible thing.
"Young Midoriya!"
The green haired boy paused on his way home to face the hero calling out to him. All Might had meant to talk to the boy after Aizawa dismissed homeroom, but his emaciated form had prevented him from leaving the staff room until he was sure the students were gone. He didn't account for seeing Shiro again and drawing more attention to himself, though. The girl truly had sharp eyes.
"All—" Midoriya quickly looked around first to make sure that there were no other pedestrians before lowering his voice with wide eyes. "All Might!"
"I wanted to congratulate you for the sports festival personally," the hero grinned and set a hand on Midoriya's shoulder. "I realized that my words before have put immense pressure on you to show the world what you got, but your performance was great! This is all in the process of learning."
"T-Thank you!" Midoriya was grateful, but he stared down at his bandaged hands and grew somber. "Thank you for believing in me... But you originally became a teacher at U.A. to find a successor, right? Putting everything I had into the sports festival, I could physically feel everyone's strong emotions of not wanting to give in. So I..."
All Might's eyes softened at the boy's dejected look. "You think that someone else should be my successor?" he finished. Midoriya nodded.
"Yes..."
"It's true that this place is filled with wonderful potential heroes. One For All is the crystallization of power. For those who have Quirks... For example, if Young Todoroki were to inherit it, then with the super strength on top of his Half-Cold, Half-Hot, he would probably become a superhero."
The bottom of Midoriya's lips trembled. He knew this and he knew he shouldn't be so selfish for his own broken dream. He couldn't be a hero like All Might when he is unable control such a precious power. "Then—"
"But you know," the hero continued with another small grin and pointed to himself. "I was Quirkless, too."
"Quirkless...?" Midoriya was in disbelief. "You were...?"
"Yeah. My master had a Quirk, but even so, my master believed in me and gave One For All to me and raised me to become a hero."
"You never told me that—!"
"Because you never asked," he said, flashing a thumb confidently. "Even though I thought you would! At first, I saw the old me in you. But you have gone beyond what I imagined, time and time again. Choosing you as my successor was a decision I don't regret. You coming to U.A. was no coincident, either. There is something that only you can draw out, and it's evident in how your actions have touched your classmates."
"I..." the boy was in tears. He had never imagined that the number one hero, his idol, would believe in him this much as his successor. It was an insult to the hero that he even suggested another. "I'm sorry!"
"It's alright, Young Midoriya," the hero laughed as he blew up his form to show his pride. "Ack!" Blood immediately spurted out of his mouth as he couldn't hold it for more than a few seconds before he deflated again. Coughing behind his hand, the hero sighed. "My time in my hero form has really shortened... I have to take more precautions to not be noticed."
"Ah, that's right!" Midoriya's green orbs shone with worry. "Uraraka-san and the others came into the clinic while you were with me! Did they notice?!"
"No," All Might reassured with a small chuckle. "But Young Aisaka is sharp. She didn't recognize me yet she was suspicious. It's as expected of Aizawa-kun to rub off on her. I can only praise my good decision making back then, hahaha!"
"Back then...?"
"Oh, right! I also expected that you'll ask," the hero nodded. "I rescued Young Aisaka from a burning orphanage when she was four years old and entrusted her with Aizawa-kun, who was more or less reluctant at the time to take her in. But Aizawa-kun is a big softie and Young Aisaka turned out to become such a fine young lady under him!"
Although he had known part of the story from Shiro herself, it was the first time Midoriya heard that the hero was connected to the girl in some way. "Shiro-san never mentioned that about you, All Might. I-I mean, maybe she just left it out!"
"Ah, it's not that. Young Aisaka has no memory of it."
"Huh?" Midoriya blinked.
"Her Quirk manifested just before I got to her. She was trying to get away from the villain who was responsible and tried to wipe out his existence. She wasn't strong enough to completely go through with erasing the villain from this universe, but I realized how dangerous her Quirk can be if it was not under control. I couldn't leave her alone to another orphanage after that," All Might explained as the expression on his face grew regretful.
"H-Help me find nii-san..."
"However, it wasn't just because of the nature of Aizawa-kun's Quirk that I chose him. I knew she will be in safe hands and well-cared for without the media attention that other heroes got. I felt it was the least I can do for Young Aisaka. Before losing consciousness, she told me she had a brother in the orphanage. Problem is, I didn't have a description to go off on, yet I searched everywhere in the orphanage and around the vicinity. Still, I failed to find the only person she had left to depend on."
"I'm sure Shiro-san doesn't blame you for it!" Midoriya consoled the man. "She's not that type of person, and she knows you saved her!"
All Might smiled and patted the boy's head, "After Young Aisaka regained consciousness in the hospital, her memory was wiped out from the stress. That meant I couldn't get more information from her to find her brother... And I didn't have time to officially meet her when she woke, nor did I have the heart to tell her what happened, so Young Aisaka was only told that a hero saved her, not me."
Midoriya was stunned to silence while taking the rest in. He realized that he might be the only person aside from Aizawa who knows this. Even Shiro does not remember what really happened to her. Not to mention, the prospect that she might still have a kin out there in the world if he was never officially found. "Do you..." he searched into the hero's eyes. "Do you think Shiro-san's brother is still out there?"
"It's possible," All might said truthfully and looked up into the sky. "If he is, then I'll find him."
Happy Monday (or maybe Tuesday for those of you on the other side of the world)! With this chapter ends the sports festival arc and onto the hero killer and final exams arc ~ Just know that I have much in store ;)
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