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Prologue Chapter 2: Hot N Cold

'Two months…'

Izuku Midoriya wiped the sweat from his brow as he sat down on the sand of Dagobah Beach, his whole body shaking from the effort of hauling trash to and from the small wagon he had. After filling the wagon, he would hitch it to his bike and ride off to the nearest garbage site, where he dropped the load off.

Izuku had been doing this for the past two months, starting a couple of weeks after he and Josuke began to talk. Izuku smiled at the thought of his cousin. 'More like my brother.' He thought happily at all the help Josuke, not to mention Aunty Tomoko and Gramps, had been.

Glancing behind, Izuku looked at the steadily decreasing trash pile that littered the beach front. The pile, while still comparable to a small house, was losing mass day by day, and Izuku could tell that he was growing stronger, the constant lifting working all parts of his body, while the cardio of biking up to 16 kilometers a day was improving his cardio.

And that was just the physical benefits. Almost every day, people would be walking through the nearby park and see Izuku cleaning the trash. They would smile and thank him, calling him a hero for the community, and asking if they could bring him food, water, or a sports drink. Izuku would always stutter away that he didn't need anything, and that he wasn't really a hero. But it still felt good.

'I'll have to thank Josuke for recommending this.' Izuku mused as he thought back to his conversation with Josuke.

(2 months ago)

Hisashi, Inko, and Izuku once again sat in front of the computer, with Ryuhei, Tomoko, and Josuke smiling at them from their end. It had been a week since the families first met up, and the results had more than been proven. Izuku was smiling again - at least when he was with his parents or talking with the Hisgaskitas - and for the most part he had stopped using his notebook to write out what he wanted to say. He was still stuttering when he spoke, and occasionally would dissociate when faced with something that triggered a flashback, but the progress was noticeable.

The 6 began to talk about what had been happening since they last spoke, with Josuke going into depth about how he was getting ready to enter high school - which Izuku responded in kind - Ryohei discussing how he had to ward off suitors to his daughter, and Tomoko hitting both her father and son when she discovered that they ate the rest of her snacks.

Eventually the adults left Izuku and Josuke alone to talk. After seeing the progress that Josuke had after their first talk, the 4 adults decided to leave the two teens alone, so that they could talk about their respective selves, and help each other - Izuku needing the majority of help.

"Hey Izu, have you ever thought about working out?"

Izuku started when he heard that before regaining his bearings. "Not really Josuke. Most of the gyms around here are for those who have quirks, and do not allow the quirkless to work out there." He said, his eyes downcast.

Josuke gritted his teeth at hearing that. 'Assholes!' Ignoring his urges to punch something Josuke continued speaking. "That sucks, but what about doing a workout on your own. You can do the basic like push-ups, sit-ups, running, stretching and all that in your house or around your neighborhood."

Izuku nodded, a little downcast. "I guess...but what's the point. I've always been like this…" He said as he gestured to his sticklike limbs and body.

Josuke rolled his eyes while smirking. "I get that, and it won't be easy. But you can change how you look through hard work and determination! You just gotta believe in your own power!"

(Several kilometers away, a blonde-haired young man with a cartoonish face sneezed before looking out into the horizon. "POWER!" He shouted while raising his hands to the sky.)

"But what am I gonna do with a muscled body Josuke...I can't...I..I"

Seeing that his cousin was beginning to tear up, Josuke thought quick and waved his hands. "Izu hey! C'mon man, you need to man up! By having a strong body you'll be able to show just how cool you really are. I mean, it's not cool or manly to look like a skeleton. Besides," At this Josuke grinned as he remembered reading about this at school. "If you work out regularly, you'll be able to release some pent-up emotions and stress. Not only will this help you physically, but mentally and emotionally! And that'll go a long way in the future."

'What future' Izuku thought bitterly, before thinking more about Josuke's proposal. "I mean...it has merit, but I'd need to do more than the exercises that you said."

"Yea, you'd probably need to start lifting stuff. I'm sure you can find a way."

The two had their heads down, deep in thought about how they could improvise weightlifting, before Izuku's head shot up and he smiled. "I got it! There's a beach nearby which is covered in trash. I can go and clean it up!"

"Hey that's a great idea Izu!" Josuke said, a smile splitting his face. "Moving all that trash will work most of the muscles in your body. I'd say in about 5 months you'd look impressive!"

"Yeah!" Izuku cheered before calming down and looking at Josuke who cocked any eyebrow.

"Whats up Izu?"

"When did you start calling me Izu?"

Josuke shrugged before smiling. "Just felt right."

Izuku gave a nervous smile and thought 'Better than Deku.' before focusing back on Josuke, or more specifically Josuke's name as it appeared on the screen.

"Huh."

"What's up?"

"Well...when you look at how your name is rendered, it looks like...JoJo."

"...I mean...yeah. So."

"Well if you're gonna call me Izu, then I'll call you JoJo!"

"Thanks, I hate it."

"No problem...JoJo!"

Josuke tried to stay annoyed but seeing his cousin smile and let out small laughs got to him. 'Izuku...you really are an amazing person. To think, last week you were a crying wreak.'

"Ahh JoJo, have you read the new Pink Dark Boy manga that was released?"

"Nope. Haven't really gotten around to it. Plus, I think I might stop reading."

"Why?"

"I don't know what, but I just get the feeling that the mangaka is a real dickhead."

(In a large house in Morioh, a young man in stylized green clothing was busy writing his new chapter when he felt a wave of irritation flow through him. Ignoring it, the young man returned to his writing. So absorbed was he that he didn't notice the sound of a bowstring being pulled back right behind him.)

(Flashback over. Return to the present)

Izuku shook his head as he stood and stretched a little. Finishing, he turned around to continue cleaning, only to see someone else was there as well. A young man, about his age, dressed in slacks and a long sleeve shirt. However, the most striking thing about the boy was his hair and his face. His hair was duel colored and split down the middle, one half red and one-half white. His face was perfectly normal, though Izuku knew that the boy's face was what girls his age would consider handsome, with the sole exception being a nasty looking burn scar over his left eye.

The boy was looking between Izuku and the trash before he noticed Izuku staring at him, curiosity alight in his eyes. The two locked eyes, Izuku's full of warmth - if not some suspicion - and the duel colored boy's cold and caged, hiding all signs of emotion. After what seemed like minutes Izuku walked over to the other boy, steeling his nerves to talk to the young man.

Holding out his hand, Izuku spoke first. "He-hello. Is there something I can help you with?"

The boy looked at Izuku and his outstretched hand, as though contemplating the idea of shaking someone's hand, before extending his right to meet Izuku's in a firm handshake. Izuku noticed the coldness of the boy's hand, as well as the calluses that decorated it.

"My apologies for bothering you. I've just noticed that you come here every day to clean the trash from this beach for the past few weeks and was curious as to why you are doing this?"

"Well…" Izuku said as he thought about how best to phrase his answer. "I...my cousin gave me the idea to do this instead of lifting weights as a way to get in shape. It's also just a great way to help the area! Like a -" Midoriya cut himself off before he could finish, his brain catching up with his mouth, as he looked down.

"Like a hero. That's what you were going to say." More of a statement from the other boy then a question, which Midoriya answered with a small nod. "Do you...not like heroes?"

"N-no. I love them...All my life I wanted to be one...but a while ago I realized it...wouldn't work out."

"Why?"

"...I don't want to talk about it."

The other boy nodded, dropping the subject. The two stood in awkward silence before Izuku spoke up. "...Do you want to be a hero?"

The boy tensed before letting out a breath and nodded. "I do...But it's more my purpose than anything else."

"Your purpose?"

The boy nodded. "I have two quirks. With my right I can generate Ice and with my right I can generate Fire. Half-Hot and Half-Cold is the technical name."

Izuku's eyes snapped wide open as he started to ramble on. "That's amazing! With a quirk like that you could save hundreds of people and defeat all kinds of villains! They must be really impressive!"

The boy stayed silent while Izuku rambled, only interrupting when the green haired boy stopped to breath. "Yes, it is impressive. But...I'm only going to become a Hero with my right."

Izuku stopped and stared at the boy in complete shock. "...Why?" He asked in a terse voice as he slowly approached the other boy who didn't notice.

"Its personal. But I will never use my left side...his power." The boy's eyes widened when he realized that Midoriya was right in front of him, glaring at him.

"You imbecile!" Midoriya yelled, his temper flaring up, catching the other boy by surprise. "I may not know why you won't use your fire, but damn it that doesn't matter! You have an amazing and beautiful power that's all yours and you're holding yourself back! How much of an idiot can you be!"

The other boy, having recovered, glared right back at Izuku, his right side releasing a small amount of frosty mist. "You have no idea about my life or why I won't use my left! What's it to you?"

"It's not about me! Think about it! What if you come across a villain your ice can't beat! A villain who is threatening civilians and other heroes, who could kill dozens! What if you come across the All Might of villains! You really think your ice can stop someone like that!"

The boy stopped, frozen as if by his own Quirk. '...I don't have an answer...I know that it's possible...but...I can't...it's not…'

As the boy was having his mental debate Izuku released what he said and calmed himself with several deep breaths before speaking up again. "I'm sorry for that. It's just...I wanted to be a hero so, so badly...when I hear about someone who has the power...the Quirk that allows them to be a great hero...and they don't give it their all...it reminds me of everything I don't have."

"I thought you said this wasn't about you?"

Izuku's face flushed as he looked away. "I mean...it is, and it isn't...I'm sorry…the topic of heroes is… a bit of an issue for me."

The boy looked closely at Izuku and nodded. "I understand. It is for me as well."

The two stood in silence before the other boy held out his hand. "Shoto Todoroki."

Izuku looked at the boy and his hand before taking it. "Izuku Midoriya."

The two shook before going back to silence. Shoto looked at Izuku, examining his fellow teenager before opening his mouth. "Midoriya...what did you mean earlier, when you said it was my power?"

Izuku thought back and smiled. "Well, it's your Quirk, right? Nobody has control over it but you. At the end of the day it's your power and your choice to do with it what you will. I may not know why you don't want to use it, but still...that doesn't change the fact that it's your power."

Shoto stared at Izuku, his eyes widening with every word the young man said. 'My power huh…'.

Izuku, having noticed that he had gone off on a tangent stopped himself and looked back at Shoto, who was deep in thought. Biting his lip, Izuku looked at his phone and saw that it was getting late. "I need to go Todoroki...Good luck with becoming a Hero."

Shoto shook himself out of his stupor before nodding. Turning, he began to turn away before stopping and turning back, pulling out his phone. "Midoriya...can I have your number?"

"Uhhh sure...but why? I mean we just met."

"I know...but you've helped me to think about some things. And... I wouldn't mind talking to you again."

Izuku stared at him, looking like the world had stopped. Shoto went up and snapped his fingers in front of him, causing Izuku to blink and blush when he realized he had frozen. "Uhh so-sorry Todoroki! And... uh here you go!"

The two exchanged numbers, and once everything was confirmed, Shoto turned and left. Izuku watched as he vanished over the horizon, before his phone buzzed.

Mom: Izuku where are you? Come home, dinner is ready!

"Ow crap!" Izuku exclaimed as he grabbed his bike and began to rapidly peddle home. It wasn't until much later, as he lay in his room staring at the now bare walls that he realized something.

"I... I made a friend."

Cut! Hah, I did it. This is another chapter done, and one more Prologue chapter done. 2 down, 4 left, then it's off to Morioh! I know Izuku is OOC, but I'd like to think that talking to someone like Josuke will do that to a guy. I mean, look at Koichi. Next chapter will introduce another character and give rise to the B-Plot of the Prologue. If anyone has questions, put em in the comments, and I'll address them in the next chapter. Till then, peace!

UPDATE: MARCH 3,2020: I NEED A HELPER! SOMEONE WHO CAN EITHER BETA OR WORK WITH ME TO WRITE! PLEASE HELP! MESSAGE IF INTERESTED!

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