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Well this is it. The epilogue. Please see the end notes for more information.
There were few who could afford the Golden Heights apartments, especially the suites. One needed money, and a decent enough reputation, to be there. Thankfully, for a family of Pro-Heroes, the Golden Heights apartments were well within their budgets. One little girl by the name of Aiko Midoriya, however, couldn't care less about that, much less in that particular night.
Sneaking her way towards the large kitchen of her home, the little girl poked her head from the door. Her long rabbit ears searched for any noise, while her pink noise twitched, sniffing the air. Finally, she smiled. The coast was clear.
That very night, Aiko Midoriya was a girl on a mission. She stealthily traversed the large kitchen, making sure not to make a sound. Her brown-furred ears poked out of the kitchen table, all while she tried to locate her target. Finally, her chocolate eyes landed on what she wanted: a jar of cookies.
Slowly, and more importantly, quietly, she reached towards it with a paw… and all of a sudden a light was switched on.
"And what - may I ask - are you doing?"
The little girl froze. Only her little pink nose moved, twitching. Slowly, so very slowly, she turned her head towards the voice. There, standing in all of his muscular might, was her father: the Number One Hero and Symbol of Peace.
Izuku Midoriya was by no means intimidating. He wasn't very tall and his emerald eyes exuded a kindness that was only comforting. However, even his eternally gentle gaze had an edge to it, a glimmer of harrowing experiences and fights. Izuku's arms were muscular and well-toned, exposed by his simple white t-shirt. Scars of a hundred epic battles could be seen etched on his skin, even across the left side of his face.
"Eh…" the little girl said, rooted in place. She quickly hid her paws behind herself and gave her most innocent looking grin. "Hello daddy!"
Izuku smiled.
"That cute look of yours only works on your mom, Aiko," mused Izuku.
The girl pouted. It had been worth a try. After all, even if her father thought otherwise, Aiko was certain she could get her way a couple of times. Her father walked over to her and, much to her annoyance, picked her up.
In less than a minute, a grumpy Aiko was carried to her room and placed on her bed, all while her amused father scratched her behind the ear. With her plans for a night-snack foiled, all the rabbit girl could do was pout. Aiko was tucked in, but she didn't feel like sleeping and thus decided to change her plans. After her father gave her a peck on her forehead, she quickly grabbed his hand.
"Daddy, can you stay?" The girl asked.
"You need to sleep, Aiko," Izuku said.
"Just a bit," the girl pleaded, giving her best begging pout she could muster.
"You have school tomorrow," Izuku pointed out.
"Please! I miss mom!" Aiko said.
Now Aiko knew she was kind of playing dirty, but Aiko didn't care. She didn't want to go to sleep just yet, much less without a snack. Her father folded his arms, giving her a knowing look.
"You spend way too much time with Auntie Z," Izuku remarked.
Aiko gave her most innocent smile.
"Fine," relented Izuku.
Aiko grinned as his father's form suddenly shifted and, all of a sudden, she was joined on the bed by his father in his rabbit form. Aiko snuggled against Izumi, all while the grey-furred rabbit woman giggled.
"I guess you won't go to sleep without a story, huh?" Izumi said. "Alright, kiddo, ask away. What story do you want to hear?"
Aiko tried to think fast. Any story would do. Thus, she said the first one that came to mind.
"Will you tell me about Shigaraki? Please! I'm old enough to hear the full story," She begged.
Izumi scowled and shook her head.
"That's a story for another time," Izumi said.
Come on, Aiko, think, there must be a story to keep dad around, the little rabbit girl thought.
Suddenly, a thought came to her. Her father had told her many stories before, but there were a few he had never shared mostly because Aiko never asked. Aiko grinned, feeling like a genius.
"Will you tell me about the time you met mom?" Asked Aiko.
Izumi was surprised by that. She frowned, confused.
"We never told you about that day, now did we?" Izumi realized.
"Nope," innocently replied Aiko. In other words, the story was perfect to keep her father going.
Izumi hummed, thoughtful.
"Are you sure you want to hear that one? There are a lot of other more interesting tales, like my first Sports Festival, the time I fought Stain the Hero Killer, or the one time I saved Eri from the Yakuza before she was adopted by Rumi and Z," Izumi hummed.
"Eri was saved from the Yakuza?" Aiko asked, wide-eyed.
"Eh… maybe that's a story for when you are old. That tales is rather dark for a child," mumbled Izumi.
Aiko pouted. She hated when she was treated like a little bunny. She was five for heaven's sake! She could hear all of the darker stories, especially since she was going to be the next Number One hero.
However, before the pair could decide on a story, their ears perked up and snapped their heads towards the door. It sounded as if someone was unlocking the front door.
"Could it be…?" Aiko gasped.
Both Izumi and Aiko hopped out of their beds and to the living room, where the lights had been switched on.
"How's my little boy?" Cooed a familiar voice.
"Mom!" Aiko exclaimed.
No sooner had the little rabbit girl spotted the woman in question, she shot straight towards her. To her credit, Ochaco Uraraka, still dressed in her skin clad black hero costume, caught the child with one arm with ease. The other child, though, didn't appreciate the movement and glared at his older sister. Having already rushed to greet her mother, Aiko squinted at her little brother Isamu.
Isamu Midoriya was a little toddler with messy dark green hair and bright amethyst eyes. Admittedly, although he lacked any rabbit features, he was way too cute to be legal. In fact, Aiko was sure such cuteness was illegal somewhere. His little pink blushes on his cheeks, much like her mother's, only enhanced his cuteness.
Well, Aiko wasn't sure if he counted as her brother per se, since instead of Izuku being his dad, Izumi was Isamu's mom and Aiko's mom was Isamu's dad… somehow. Once again, Aiko hated being treated like a little child and never given a full explanation. How or why it happened had been, like the all juicy and better stories, saved up until Aiko was old.
In any case, it didn't matter. The Midoriyas were finally altogether and that meant one thing: staying up late!
Izumi hopped over to her family and kissed her wife. Aiko didn't make a peep, grinning wide.
"And what are you doing fully awake, young lady?" Ochaco asked.
"Mom! Mom! Daddy was about to tell us the day you met for the first time," Aiko said.
Ochaco gave Izumi a curious look, who in turn smiled and shrugged.
"Was he now?" Ochaco hummed.
"We might as well tell her. I don't think she will willingly try to sleep otherwise and her plans get crazier when she doesn't get her way," Izumi pointed out.
Aiko scowled. Damn, she had been found out.
"Of course," Ochaco huffed. "She has too much of her father."
Thankfully, Ochaco and Izumi didn't mind staying together with their children in the living room. They plopped down on the sofa, their children snuggled against them. Aiko loved the moment, especially now that they were all together. Better yet, she was about to hear an entirely new story.
"Where should we begin?" Ochaco wondered.
"Oh, I know," Izumi said with a smirk. "It happened at the Entrance Exam-"
"Exam?" little Isamu asked.
Aiko rolled her eyes as her parents tried to explain her baby brother what an exam was. Thankfully, Isamu nodded, even if he didn't understand. Without another interruption, Izumi carried on. She cleared her throat, a smirk in place.
"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" Izumi said.
Aiko and Isamu eagerly nodded, already enraptured by the tale. Ochaco giggled all while Izumi finally started narrating.
"The most powerful and incredible people did not come from anywhere. Many had been forged within the walls of UA, the High School…"
And so, Izumi carried on with her tale, the story in which she discovered she had another quirk, a story in which she met her future wife and later on her first ever nemesis. It was the story, of Izuku and Izumi Midoriya, or as Ochaco would love to tease Izuku with, the story about their Rabbit Hero Academia.
The anonymous author has given me permission to reveal them. They are The Emerald Commander, they decided to end it here otherwise there would be no end in sight, and so they could focus on their own stories. Though they did say anyone is welcome to write the next arcs. Which I agree as long as they let us know when they post so we can read it.