A/N: This Fanfiction is a collaborative effort between the following aspiring writers: Thoth's Quill and MrTitan135. Joining them in collaboration are KawaiiNonny, Lumi Nova, SlinkyPepsi, AccioIcarus, and The Man Of A Thousand Names (aka Paul). This Fanfiction is set 6 years after Izuku Midoriya, the original protagonist of My Hero Academia, becomes the number one Pro Hero and follows the story of a new generation of students. It is a story of growth and redemption. We sincerely hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoy writing it. All of the writing process for this fanfiction is streamed on Twitch at IgnisGaming360. Be sure to tune in to add any inputs and thoughts on the fic! Thank you! Without further ado, the story! TQ and 135 out!
PROLOGUE
The sun blazed through the open windows of Shinkin Komori's apartment. The middle of summer had always been a favorite time for him, when plants were in full bloom for all to see. Funnily enough, this was no bedroom. Well, not in the 'traditional' sense. Shinkin lay there on top of an abnormally large mushroom in his fungal garden room, mouth slightly ajar, and glasses askew, still in his lab-coat. His notes on self contained fungal ecosystems were strewn all across the mushroom "bed", and on his chest. His breathing was deep. He was fast asleep. Not for long, though, as a yowl rang across the room. Padding into the room was a lithe, almost cheetah-like creature. The resemblance began with the shape of the body itself. Like a streamlined teardrop. But the resemblance ended there too. No cheetah had six legs, after all. The creature's behavior, however, was similar to that of most cats, funnily enough. Perhaps he was of Shinkin's design. Or perhaps he evolved from Shinkin's ecosystem. Shinkin never ended up telling anyone either way. The fungus-cat, for lack of a better term, padded over to its master and pressed his leathery face up against Shinkin's hand and let out a soft rumble. Shinkin awoke with a start, with the fated words that changed his life ringing in his ears.
"It's not the quirk that defines who you are. It's your actions that shape the world around you."
Shinkin pressed a hand against his chest to steady his breathing. The nightmare had returned again- visions of his sordid past and what he'd have turned into if he hadn't gotten help. Help being an asskicking, but help comes in many forms.
Responding again to his cat's mewling, he patted its head and swung his legs off the shroom bed. He stood up and stretched, working out the kinks in his joints, and boy did they pop. Shaking the aches out of his hands, he wandered over to his latest batch of flowers, these designed after lilacs. He gently cupped one of the bud clusters, watching as they swayed back and forth. He softly smiled, remembering how much it took to get here- how much work was needed to make something beautiful. Destruction was easy, after all. Creation, on the other hand, was a lot more work. As he ran his hand through his hair, he headed over to the bathroom to start cleaning up for the day. After washing his face to get the sleep out of his eyes, he stood up straight to look at his reflection. Memories ran through his mind. This wasn't just his story, though. This was the story of many hearts and minds.
Perhaps it was time for some reflection.