AN: Thanks for all the feedback and support~

Review Reply: Eneko95- For this situation, i basically consider it the same reason that superman hides his identity in the original canon. Quirks are common enough to be normal, aliens aren't. If he ousts himself, it could mean that he finds himself under a very fine microscope in no time at all. The only way to avoid that fate is to hide his true powers.


"I heard Midoriya was planning to go to UA, as well."

Izuku's eyes drifted from his paper up to the teacher, taking a second to process the level of heat that had suddenly spiked up in the room. The collective eyes of the entire classroom were trained on him and his slouch, his thick framed glasses, and his uneasy quiver.

"What?!"

In his face: Katsuki Bakugou, fiery scowl, palmed poised to strike. Those red eyes bore into his own, a pair of spectacles the only barrier to his own bright green. Izuku groaned internally but backed up his chair.

"No way, useless Deku! They're gonna have to scrape you off the sidewalk with a spatula! Not a goddamn chance you're getting into UA!"

Izuku said nothing, but visibly deflated, leaving Katsuki yelling at nothing. The entire class muttered among themselves, but Katsuki's eyes were trained on Izuku alone. A loud slam onto his desk, a challenging glare, a curse, a pause, and a reluctant withdrawal. Katsuki sat back down and Izuku let out a breath.

With the years had come changes, many of them welcome. The steel he had always felt in his skin and muscles now expanded to his whole body, a fiery energy enveloping his being and multiplying when he was under the heat of the yellow sun. He had shot up like a weed, reaching Katsuki's height and, while the baggy uniform concealed it, hardened his body and toned his muscles into thick wires that could pull apart iron and paper with similar ease. Izuku Midoriya had been experiencing a new power set every year, each with their own challenges, but somehow, he got used to them with a supernatural ease once he had the chance to use them.

Several notebooks filled with notes about Kryptonian biology, cell samples, drawings of what the planet itself may have looked like. Inko shook her head but let him continue his wild daydreaming, her fingers crossed that it wouldn't draw any unsavory attention towards her son.

Class concluded and Izuku was last one in the room, looking around one last time at the classroom where he had grown up for years. Katsuki Bakugou and his little group menaced the exit and Izuku did all he could to ignore them and take in the warm air of the incoming summer.

"I bet you think you're something special, huh, Deku? Some kind of… super-man, huh?"

Bakugou was once again in his face, nose to nose, eye to eye.

"Give up on trying to get into UA. Only exceptional people can get anywhere near that school and you're as average as it gets. Last warning."

A flick against his forehead, a mocking laugh, and Katsuki Bakugou was gone.


It was today, wasn't it? Inko waited in the kitchen for her son to come home, her thumbs twiddling. She had made a promise, years ago; she regretted it now, but she was not going to go back on her promise. She just hoped she could convince him…

Watching her son grow up was both the most wonderful experience of her life and the most harrowing. He wasn't her flesh and blood but he was hers, she swore by it. She watched him and told him what she believed and what was right and what was wrong. Izuku was bright eyed and a little bit brash, but he did what he believed.

When he promised to keep his powers a secret, something inside her knew that she was being selfish. Izuku's powers were so, so great. He could truly become the symbol of peace that the earth needed, a worthy successor to All Might. He would lead the earth to a new era of hope and passion, and he would do it as her son, the embodiment of all she believed in.

But the thought of the government, black ops underground heroes, of forces she knew not, breaking down her door and stealing her son, spiriting him away into the night, to be tested on, to be turned into a resource. Quirks were like that, in the beginning, but their spread made them less exceptional. Izuku, however, did not have that luxury. He needed to be protected from the eyes of those who would be greedy for what he had.

"Mom, take me to see it."

"Yes, honey, but-"

"Mom!"

Her eyebrows sloped up and her lip quivered. "You don't have to… Really, Izuku. You're fine as you are. Leave it all behind, okay?"

"Mom, I have to see it. I have to see… him."

And so they stood in the wreckage of a ship that had crashed in this field fourteen years ago, carrying the last son of Krypton. Izuku, with his green shirt and jeans, arms bared, prying apart the metal hull, determined to unearth the secrets of his home. Inko behind, biting her nails, nervous; she didn't wish him to learn anything that would hurt him.

But she did know that he wasn't meant to be a city boy forever. This was a brave new world and he was nothing if not destined to do great things.

With a silver glint and a harsh grunt, the Kryptonian ship gave way to Izuku's strength and opened, once again. The cool air within rushed out in a quick whisper, Izuku stepping back, eyes unblinking.

There was an S. Triangular and segmented, emblazoned into steel. He pulled it up, rubbing his palm against it. At his touch, it lit up.

And Jor El appeared once again.

Izuku had not seen Jor El before, but the resemblance, to Inko, was more than obvious. The eyes, the nose, the profile. Izuku Midoriya was the spitting image of the Kryptonian scientist, the very proof that he held none of her DNA. Her doubts about her own parentage, laid to form. This was his true origin, the origin of his strength and power. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Kal El. You have returned to me at last, in my old age." The man grinned. There was a fine mist in his eyes, a track of what could only be tears. Immediately, a deep shame came across Inko for her jealousy- Did Jor El not deserve to have his son, as well?

"Jor El…" Said Izuku.

"I wish I could be there to touch you and to see how strong you've become. The sun does wonders, I hope, for your complexion." His smile seemed forced but the tears came freely, down the wrinkled eyes and the laugh lines. Izuku stared up into the eyes of the hologram.

"Kal… Krypton is dead, without a doubt. I'm recording this because you deserve to know what we once were. You are the summation of all we were, all we are. You truly are the last Kryptonian. I know you'll carry our legacy, as well as the teachings of your new parents- the earthlings- proudly. I ask that you carry our crest."

The S lit up, bright white, before splitting in half and coming clean, steel sliding apart from the sides, opening up to reveal…

"This is the house of El. For a thousand generations, our forefathers wore this crest- the crest of illumination, upon their clothes. It represents more than just our family, Kal-El. It represents what we once were, and what we hope to be. Red and Blue, bright and proud. I h-humbly ask that you wear it."

Izuku laid his hand over the crest, feeling the smooth, otherworldly fabric.

"Behind you." Said Jor El, and behind Izuku, there were crystals, bright green and blue things of unimaginably luster, unveiled when the costume had been given. "Coordinates. This is not the only Kryptonian ship on earth. I sent another with the combined teachings of all that El knew, to the pole of Earth. When you are ready… go and find them. The map is within those crystals."

"Find us, Kal. Find me. That is all I have for you, now." Jor El said, and he disappeared.

Izuku took a deep breath, and pulled out the clothes that his father had made for him. The blue, sleek outfit, red midsections and briefs above- without gloves; red boots, and a lush cape that fluttered in the wind.

Inko was speechless, but Izuku looked back at her.

She gulped and nodded.

It took only a second, his shirt and jeans lying discarded on the leather seat- but now, clad within the colors and the symbols of Krypton, all doubt erased from his mind. Inko looked down at Kal El, last son of Krypton, and saw not a fifteen year old boy, but a man, ready to change the world.

The Crest of El on his chest. Black and green hair fluttering in the breeze, red cape billowing in the breeze. His eyes were kind, she found.

He is no alien. She thought. He's still my son.

His smile was that of a young boy, and he struck a strong pose, undoubtedly based off All Might. With the Kryptonian outfit, however, it felt right.

There was a faint sound in the back of Izuku's mind. The city- the thousands of voices, signals, arguments, and screams of children and adults alike. Long had he tuned them out, if simply for his own sanity. Now, however, there was a familiar voice that beckoned his attention, if only for a moment. He closed his eyes, and he focused:


Several miles away, in the dead center of the city, a blonde boy was struggling to survive. The gasps and rage exploded out of him, but their suffocation meant his imminent demise. Bakugou was not one to give up, not ever; he stood strong in the face of overwhelming opposition.

But the panic that shredded his lungs and brought sweat down his skin in torrents as his death reached near- that was not something he could escape.

In his last moments, perhaps, there was something akin to humility. Katsuki would stand on his own, but he knew that it was not the time to be proud. He asked, simply, for one thing.

"Help!" He screamed.

All Might, the number one hero, was too late to save him. This would grate on his conscience for days, weeks- he would sit quietly in his room and think back as to how he could have changed the situation, how he could have saved that one boy that had somehow gotten captured by a monster this dangerous.

All Might wasn't close enough to hear Katsuki's cry. But someone else was.


Izuku Midoriya opened his eyes and knew what he had to do. He did not wait, but in a lightning quick snap, he had disappeared completely. Inko gasped, looking around for any trace of where he had gone, but there was nothing to be seen. Red and Blue had taken off to the city, only a dust cloud and an afterimage left of him.

Izuku was not a second too late with the first blow. He reacted as instinctively as he could, a left arm, a fist, directly into the gelatinous mass that was the enemy. The force itself tore the beast into globs, concrete cracking, steel roadwork melting. He did not have a second to get his bearings, but once he had struck, he observed the situation.

Frozen in motion, Izuku had all the time in the world to think about what he needed to do next. The stage was set, a new player exploding onto the scene. Pro heroes- Kamui Woods, Death Arms, Mt. Lady. The scenario was dire, however, and Izuku focused purely on the danger.

Green sludge, a half leveled patch of road, and a screaming teenager. Reporters perusing the scene, cameras in hand, shock on their faces as Izuku's strike came, apparently, out of nowhere.

The blob was not yet done. Sludge began to swarm, once again, collecting itself around Katsuki, making him as much of a shield as it could. Izuku's mind ran through several ideas of how the battle could be won, but there was one solution that seemed so easy, so mundane that it would have seemed stupid.

He punched the air with all the speed he had, his muscles strained against the blue, incredible heat at the edge of his knuckles. As soon as he struck, there was a deafening pop as the wind itself shattered and spread a shockwave of strength across the area, shattering the windows and parting even the air currents. As soon as it happened, Izuku moved to end the beast, and the wind was on his side, tearing it to pieces in front of his very eyes, a column of pure tornado disintegrating all the darkness in the area.

When he was done, there were blue skies, his red cape fluttering in the breeze, and no slime to be seen. A drop of sweat slid down his head, and he looked around.

Bakugou, on his knees, hyperventilating, heat frayed his clothes, a silent scream dead on his lips. Sweat and blood dripped down his chin, but he was wordless, not even looking to the one who had saved him.

A crowd, amassed, whispering among themselves. A hero had made himself known, at the last possible moment, his red cape fluttering in the wind. For a brief second, Izuku could only picture one thing: a broken promise.

It came suddenly, the fear. The Kryptonian outfit didn't conceal his face, and Katsuki, if nobody else, would scream his name as soon as he saw him. His promise to his mother to hide his identity, voided in an instant.

He looked for an exit, an escape. But it was too late, and Bakugou had turned his head, his eyes red, tears of rage tracked down his face. In those eyes, there was no familiarity.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Izuku concealed his surprise as best he could, but his eyes widened. He finally answered.

"You looked like you needed help." Said Izuku. And he turned away, because he couldn't look at him anymore without guilt wracking his nerves.

A murmur, through the crowd. Whispers, screams to his ears. "Who is that guy?" "He doesn't look like any hero I know…" "He rescued that boy!"

"Look! He's flying!"

And Izuku looked down and saw that his feet were a meter above the ground.

"Is he a bird-themed hero?"

"Is he a plane themed hero?!"

The reporter, bright eyed and with a thoughtful grin spoke at last, stepping up to him, mic in her hand.

"No." He said, his throat finally opening up, allowing him to speak.

The name rose to his lips with startling ease.

"I'm Superman."

At the very back of the crowd, a blonde, emaciated man was examining the proceedings with his mouth wide open and his fists balled till his nails drew blood from his palms.

"Heroes are always risking their lives…" He said, a wide grin splitting his face. "Looks like there are still some things that don't change."