"Help!" A little girl cried out. "I'm here! I'm here!"

Desperate as she was for someone to hear her visceral yells, nothing could pierce through the rampant chaos occuring just beyond the window. Her voice was drowned in the endless sea of screams and terror from the crowd below the very appartment she used to live in. A sickly feeling overtook her as the ash and flames seeping into her bedroom grew larger and larger.

She wiped off the onstream of tears and snot onto her tattered shirt as she coughed coarsley. At this moment, she was barely able to see anything past all the smoke. The only thing that gave her any sense of direction, and piercing light in the darkness, was her mothers touch. She gripped at her hand tighter and tighter as the seconds passed.

It had been a couple minutes since she'd said anything. She was usually so reassuring in moments like this.

"ALL MIIIIIGHT!"

She banged at the ground in frustration, before curling up next to her mother's body.

No one was coming.

No one was here.

"Can someone hear me?" She begged, her voice quaking. "Anyone?… please?"

In that moment, layered behind the roaring blaze that burned on, footsteps made their way towards her room. Hard, staggered footsteps. Her head propped up.

"H-Here!" She yelled.

The footsteps stopped and started. She heard a bang at the debris ridden door. two more followed suite. Then a pause before she heard the sound.

Brrrr

It was sharp and gut-wrenching.

Brrrr

almost animalistic in nature

brrrrm!

In an instant, two chainsaws dug through the door from the other side, spinning and slashing right through the debris covering it as if it were made of paper. as the door was kicked into, there was a sort of forzen quiet that overcame the girl's world. from the door, a monstorous mechaniacal creature stepped into her room.

Frightened, the girl clenched her teeth, crying more as the monster approached. Its demon-like head opened its jaw, rearing its jagged fangs, as if to say something. The chainsaws that emerged from its head and human-like forearms retracted in an instant.

The monster lent aits hand out to the girl.

With her heart pounding in anticipation, she was hesitant to ask, but managed to find the words in the end:

"A-are you a hero?…"

The monster gave her no reaction for a small moment, before nodding its mechanical head. The girl let go of her mother's palm and quickly wrapped herself around the monster's arm, heaving and crying.

"Please… help."

The monster nodded.

In the heart of Kamino, a man stared quietly at the screen infront of him broadcasting the words [Incident as Musutafu: unkown hero saves the day?].

If he had any eyes, they'd be twitching. He watched further as the report lady explained the situation.

"Here at the scene of the incident you can see the destruction caused by the sudden villain attack half an hour earlier. The villains name was XXX, possesing the frigtheneing ability to cover his entire body in mechanical, combustible appendages—"

The man skipped passed the recording.

"—-All might was preoccupied with another fight half way across the country. Not one pro hero could lay a finger on him— except for one unkown hero. from what we know, some mechanical beast took down the villain in just a few seconds!… I'm getting word that he looked like just some kid before authorities took him to care!"

"What a waste of a quirk," The man rubbed his disfigured face in dissapointment.

"—That's all the information we do have, but it begs the question… if the rumors are true," The lady and the camera crew walked over to the few defeated heroes the scene, "how could you let a kid outclass you like this?"

Death arms, one of the heroes, fatigued and filled to the brim with questions, swatted the camera away, ending the recording.

The man watched the scene a couple more times.

"The conditions to wreck unimaginable chaos were right… and yet?" The man chuckled. "Ahhh, i'm getting that feeling again. I no longer feel frustration. No… I yearn for that unkown pests' quirk." He smiled widely, contorting his face in unumaginable ways. "I must have it! What could have taken down one of my men so easily?"

Izuku Midoriya wasn't expecting to wake up in a hospital bed that day—if not that, he certaintly wasn't expecting to wake up to not just his mom beside him, but U.A's principle, eraserhead and some scruffy blond man looking at him.

"Oh Izuku! I'm glad you're awake!" Inko Midoriya wailed as she hugged him tightly. A few disorienting seconds swept passed Izuku as he tried to understand the situation.

"I wish you could get some more time to rest but…" His mother continued, " you've got alot of explaining to do—and not just to me apperantly."

Izuku sank deep into his seat as he saw Eraserhead shoot daggers through his eyes. The blond man next to him patted him on the back.

"Come on, lighten up on the kid. He's clearly disorientated and err… I mean, he didn't even get all too injured when you really think about it!"

Eraserhead turned to the blond man, his eyes shifting to a deep crimson color. "His entire body was charred from head to toe, Toshinori. You aren't taking this as seriously as it should be. This isn't a joke. He's a kid and he could have got himself killed."

Toshinori's sighed and looked back at Izuku with a look that yelled "I tried my best!"

"But he didn't" U.A's princaple interjected, his rodent ears twitching in excitement. "And he managed to do some good work on top of that!" He turned towards Izuku.

Izuku sat up.

"Mr Midoriya, do you remember what you did?"

"…" Izuku looked at his worried mom, then down his shirt at the pulley attatched to his chest. "Yes. All of it."

"Good. So tell us, how does a boy like you with such a useless quirk suddenly perform such a heroic feat?" The rodent continued. "I mean, saving a little girl from a fire? Defeating such a tough foe in seconds? All this and you're still only in junior high!"

Izuku rubbed his head.

"Late bloomer's really are something else, huh!" The principle laughed. "Don't worry, we won't pry too far into your life. With all that said, using your quirk is prohibited if you don't have lisence for it."

"H-hey, are you trying to label my son somekind of criminal or something?" Inko interrupted.

"Don't worry, ma'am," Toshinori said softly, "quite the opposite. Your son's a hero!"

"Besides, without us, your son would be getting questioned up and down by the police department," Eraserhead started, "and trust me, they aren't as nice."

Izuku's hands slid down to his knees.

"L-look, I'm just as confused as anybody about what happened… can I ask what you want from me?"

The principle smiled, almost sinisterly, at him. "We're offering you a choice. One, we let this whole thing blow over, we've already done our best to mitigate any public news about you and the situation, you live your life with just a warning from the police department, or two: you accept a spot in U.A's batch of recommended students this year."

For a moment, Izuku felt like he'd just been told he'd just won the lottery. What were the chances of being recommended to japan's number 1 hero academy by the principle himself?

"Yes!" He blurted. "Second option! I-I I've always wanted to be a hero!

The principle laughed, Toshinori smiled warmly and Eraserhead sunk his head into his scarf.

Inko lunged at Izuku again , hugging him with the strength of 3 crazed polar bears.

"I'll accept a thousand times over!" Izuku managed to say before getting letting out the waterworks alongside his mom.

Deleted scene:

Shota Aizawa wasn't having a particularly great day. Or a particularly great week for that matter. The only sleep he'd managed to get in the last 3 days cumilated to just about 8 whole hours. Fine, working as night hero was difficult work in it of itself, but working as a teacher in the day right beside that made his sleep life hell.

Though he couldn't say he regretted it all too much.

At the teacher's lounge, he could finally get some sleep in. As his eyes fluttered, his head began to bob up and down at his desk chair.

"Finally," he grumbled. "Some shut-eye."

BZZZZ

He felt the heart-ache inducing buzz of his phone go off in his pocket. He quickly picked it up, his body joliting upwards in a daze.

"Yes? Villain attack? Alright." Shota stood up, downing the rest of the coffee that sat on his desk. "This can't be healthy," he muttered to himself before dashing out the room.

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