The Next Day
Izuku woke up early, flinching as he felt pain coursing through his arm, no doubt because of the punch he gave to the floor yesterday. It then dawned on him what happened yesterday. He somehow awakened his quirk, an emitter one at that. He stretched out his arm, brows scrunch together as if concentrating. In an instant, his hand burst into orange flames, brightening his room in dim lighting.
Izuku's awe turned grim, still recalling everything that transpired this week. He then closed his hand, cutting the connection of his quirk.
"Well, I still got that interview to go to." He said, forcing himself from bed to start his morning routine.
At the Uraraka's Construction
Izuku made it just on time as he stood outside of the small house. Although Izuku lost his fear of talking to strangers, he found his situation extremely intimidating, considering the fact that if this went well, the man before him would be his superior and everyone knows that first impressions are important. With a huge gulp, Izuku knocked three times at the door. At first, no one answered the knock. Just as he was about to know the second time, a loud crash could be heard behind the door, making the already nervous boy jump in surprise.
The door opened up slowly, a head popping out to greet him.
"Hi, you must be Izuku, right?" A girl with brown bowl cut hair said, smiling warmly towards him.
Izuku stood petrified, blushing a storm inside of him.
The girl tilted her head to the side in a cute manner, causing Izuku to blushed even further. "Are you okay? You look red."
He then snapped out of his trance and calmed his composure. "Sorry. Yes, my name is Izuku Midoriya. Is Mister Uraraka here?"
She smiled, "Oh, yeah, he'll be here in a few minutes. Would you like to come in?"
Now Izuku would normally politely refuse to do such a request, but there was something attractive about her. Could it be her face? Her tone? Her naive behavior?
Shaking himself from having any further thoughts, Izuku smiled. "Sure."
She smiled back at him before opening the door wide. "Well, c'mon in!"
Entering inside the small residence, the first thing Izuku noticed was how everything inside was of low quality. The Television, the couch, the flooring, everything. Izuku made a mental note to ask his soon-to-be boss about his living condition later.
The brown hair girl led him to what he assumed was their living room. She sat down on one of the sofas, a million watt smile still on her face. Izuku took the one furthest away from her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with the already awkward aura surrounding them. He looked around, trying to find something to talk about when he suddenly saw a frame with an award inside.
"What's that?" Izuku asked, pointing towards the frame.
The girl's smile faltered a bit before returning her smile. "It's an award my father received from the Japanese Construction International Award for doing a great job in his division and excellence in construction."
"Wow, your father must be a really great guy." The green hair said, trying to cheer the girl next to him.
She smiled, but before she could express her gratitude, a woman, presumably her mother, walked out of the kitchen. "Oh, you must be Mister Midoriya."
"I-uh-um!" Izuku stuttered before quickly composing himself. "Yes, I'm Izuku Midoriya." He stretched his arm out for a handshake.
"Oh, looks like my husband found a kind gentleman. Come, my husband should be at the office."
Izuku walked towards her before flashing a small smile to the girl, instantly bringing out a smile out of the bowlcut girl.
The two walked off towards a room at the far left of the hallway, a sign hanging on the door reading 'office'. She knocked three times before sighing and opening the door to reveal a man looking through lots of paperwork. He was an above average height man with short blonde hair and rough round eyes. When the door opened, the man looked up in surprise before pulling a smile on his face.
"Hi there! Please, come take a seat." The man gestures.
Izuku took a seat and watched as Miss Uraraka left the room. He turned forward face to face with the man who was potentially going to be his boss. The man turned serious and rested his head on both of his hands.
"Why did you choose this company?" He said stoically.
Izuku took a take back at the sudden change in demeanor. Seeing as the man was still waiting for him, Izuku replied, "I'm a hard worker looking for a job that I can learn, experience, and service."
Mister Uraraka hid a small smile, before asking another question. "What qualities describe you the best?"
"I am reliable, a problem solver, and a person willing to learn."
"Skills?"
"I'm great at Computer Science, Multi tasking, Quick learning, and a great analyst."
Mister Uraraka withdrew his head from his hands and opened a drawer. He then proceeded to look for something and pulled out two blueprints. He laid it on the table, revealing the two blueprints to be a picture of a house and the other being a skyscraper.
"Which do you think is easier to build? A house? Or a Skyscraper?"
Izuku took up a thinking position before responding back, "It depends." The man lifted an eyebrow, indicating for the boy to continue. "A house consists mostly of a wooden frame and a concrete floor that holds onto the foundation. A skyscraper, although much heavy and harder, is a more supportive project compared to a house. If one person worked on a house and another worked on the skyscraper only, it's obvious that the one working on the house would finish faster than the other. However, faster and easier are not the same. Being fast doesn't mean its methods are efficient. A house normally takes about seven to eight months to finish, while a skyscraper takes on average about a few years to construct. But the Empire State Building took about thirteen months to construct thanks to the amount of labor and team efficiency the laborers collaborated on; it was finished much faster than average. So the work is determined by the team efficiency practiced."
When Izuku finished, he opened his eyes and saw his wide eyed interviewer with his mouth open. He then stood up and offered a hand to him, "Izuku Midoriya, welcome to Uraraka's Construction."
Musutafu, Japan
Izuku walked home, whistling a happy tone. I mean, who wouldn't be. Izuku just got hired and was going to be trained under Mister Uraraka, who said that he had so much potential to grow and was impressed about his analysis between the house and skyscraper. Speaking of skyscrapers, they were going to work on a skyscraper by next week. So for now he'll just need to learn the necessary procedures.
After they had finished their interview, Miss Uraraka knocked on the door, saying that lunch was ready. With matching smiles, the two came to the dining room and ate with Miss Uraraka and Ochako, who Izuku found out was her name. With a final farewell, Izuku left with a smile plastered on his face on his way home.
An explosion snapped him out of his thoughts as three burglars ran out of a bank with bags of money hanging over their shoulders. Izuku watched as they tried to take another few steps before suddenly shot down in the leg. As the three were groaning in pain, a cowboy looking hero jumped down to the ground, revealing himself to be Snipe, the gun hero.
"Damn you heroes! Why won't you just leave us alone!" One of the burglars yelled out, grabbing his wound to somehow soften the pain.
Snipe grabbed a pair of handcuffs and walked towards the down form of the three. "Sorry fellas, but you know the law. Not even us heroes are above the law."
The one in the middle scowled. "Oh yeah? Well if this is what your quirk does, that means that some time in your life you've killed someone. But what does the quirk system say? People with powerful quirks can be heroes while like us with a minor quirk get chewed at. Were our dreams and ambition meaningless? If we commit a crime, are we given a second chance? No. That vigilante bastard was right. You're all false heroes!"
Before the man could continue, Snipe tied a muffler around his mouth, silencing the ranting criminal. Soon after, a cop car arrived to pick up the three burglars, with all three of them glaring daggers at the gun hero.
Izuku stood at the sidewalk with a few people watching the aftermath. The burglar's words repeated in his head. Flashbacks to his old preschool came to his mind. The hero a few years ago who left his mom. All-Might who allowed Kacchan to die. 'Maybe he's right. Maybe all heroes are false.' Izuku thought before walking towards the direction of his home.
Apartment
"A tragic event just happened Tonight at Tokyo. Local hero Speak-ified was found dead with a slit on his neck. Some detectives are currently on this case and are in search of the suspect to bring him to justice." A female news reporter said, reading off the reports given to her by paper.
Izuku stared at the screen aimlessly with a bowl of frosted cereal in hand, not bothering to finish his bowl.
"Witnesses say that they believe the suspect to be the Hero Killer Stain." An image of a man with rags for clothes appeared with a red scarf hanging from his neck and forehead. On his back was a sword and two combat knives stored on his side.
"If anyone sees this man, please report it to the authorities immediately!"
The screen turns black as a result of Izuku turning the TV off. He sighed, scratching his head with an upcoming headache waiting to burst. He got up, washed the bowl, and headed to the bathroom, but not before checking on the air condition. After washing his teeth and doing any last minute duties. Izuku headed to bed with a white tank top and blue shorts.
'No,' He thought. 'I don't believe all heroes are false. I think there are people who genuinely want to be heroes for good purposes. Not everyone is for fame or money, right? What if everything I've ever known is a lie?' Something then dawned on Izuku. 'That doctor. The doctor who told me I couldn't be a hero. Could he have lied to me?! Was he responsible for Dad leaving us? But even if that was the case, why would a father leave his own wife and child behind?' Izuku could feel his sheets heating up and decided to just sleep and wait for tomorrow's endeavors.