Hey folks! Thanks for your RnRs, here's a few replies to those, but more generally speaking.

Things that are due for the future will naturally reveal themselves in the future. UA, etc.

For those who were wondering about Izuku's powers- he's got the new 52 lineup, kind of classic powers. Super speed, strength, flight, durability, heat vision, xray vision, super senses. He doesn't have any of his extended powerset like frost breath, etc.

Ty for your support!


Superman: Menace or Miracle?

Reports are in, opinions are divided on this week's new vigilante, the man whose surprising feats at last week's sludge incident in downtown made him an instant fan favorite among hero discussion… However, there was a shock when the authorities confirmed that, yes, the self-titled "Superman" is, in fact, a vigilante working without the Hero Council's approval! Regardless, Superman's popularity in the unofficial popularity polls continues to rise, leaving him in the fourth spot as of yesterday…

The hero publicity representative from Japan's government had this to say about the new vigilante on the block; "I'm glad to see that there are always heroes taking up the mantle and saving people in need. I'd like to thank superman for his efforts, but I implore him to seek professional certification before continuing heroic activities… The council and governments would feel much more at ease if we were aware of his identity and could take precautions to keep his family safe. I'm formally reaching out to Superman to ask that he turn himself in…"

Only time will tell if Superman will accept the offer. However, it seems that Superman's work is not yet done, even with his success at saving a high schooler at last week's sludge incident. Ever since then, he has made appearances at various dangerous locations, to rescue mass amounts of people- first in Panama, and then in Canada, and then In Ecuador. Local heroes could not be contacted about this issue, but it seems that they appreciated the help.

So, our loyal readers, it's time to decide: is this new hero truly going to shine as an icon of what heroism is? Or is he a criminal with an agenda? Turn to page ten for our editorial!


"Mr. Yagi. Please have a seat."

A man. Fat cigar slipped between his lips, greying mustache and balding head. Furrowed brow, grey eyes. Seated in a room, smoke filtering through it, the only light being the window behind him. Both his hands were on his desk. In front of him, a sallow, thin faced man with sunken cheeks and a grimace. A blonde mane, grizzled, yet proud.

Toshinori Yagi took his chair across from the Boss.

A paper on the table, smacked down by the Boss with a short hand full of rings. Yagi took the paper and pulled it towards him. On it, a face.

"Superman..." Read Toshinori. "The New Symbol of Peace?"

The cigar was placed in the ashtray, and the Boss looked straight at the number one hero with a question in his eyes.

"What do you think? You were there at the incident last week, weren't you?"

Yagi took a moment. "I think he wants to help."

A chuckle. "Aren't all of you in the business of helping those in need and whatnot? This kid is doing it without any kind of interference and I've already made up my mind on what has to be done about it. They're laughing at us, up in Taiwan. Laughing, Yagi. Tell me what's gonna happen to this kid."

"He's going to cause unrest among the people, and distrust in the system." Said Yagi, his teeth grit together and his lips curving down into a frown.

"You don't seem convinced."

"I think that he just… wants to help. He might inspire people, Boss."

"Inspire them to what? Take up arms and protest government interference in heroism? Be reasonable, All Might. This is a dangerous situation just waiting to happen."

Yagi didn't say anything more, but he did stare down into that young face. He doesn't wear a mask, yet nobody knows who he is.

He looked familiar, for some reason.

"Next week, I'm deploying a team to bring him under control. I want you and one of the Quirk control boys on the job. Tell me who you want. Eraserhead, Negaton, Teller-"

"Eraserhead." He said, without much thought.

A shrug. "Do what you need to do. I want to make sure this kid understands that we're not out to hurt him, just to make sure he has some authority making sure that he's doing the right thing. The legal thing. I'm sure you understand, it's drafted out by the guys down in the attorney's office. I don't get a say in if it happens, but I do get to say how. I trust you to take care of this quickly."

Yagi nodded, his fists still clenched under the table. "With his quirk erased, Superman should be easy to control. I'll get it done."

The Boss nodded. "You can ask for a bonus after and I'm make sure it'll come through." A slight smirk on his face.

Toshinori shook his head, and stood up.

"I only take money for hero work."

And he walked out.


Superman was having a rather busy day.

Ever since the incident, his hearing had been picking up a new distress call every few minutes. Despite his near unlimited energy, he had been feeling the strain of a dozen rescues every hour, of hearing the thousands of screams across the world, of the constant danger that most heroes did nothing to stop.

A baby in his arms, and he was touching down, two feet on the pavement, his hands reaching out to give the baby to a young woman, soot clouding her face. A burning building behind them, illuminating the night with wide licks of flame.

"Ma'am, your baby is safe." He said, a smile on his face.

"T-thank you! Thank you! You're-" She gasped, before breaking down into a fit of coughs. She took the baby from him, the warm comfort of the small life returned to its mother. His smile wasn't forced, and he took off slightly, his feet only skimming the ground.

"Superman!" Shouted someone, parts of their arm red and bruised from being trapped beneath rubble. He had dug it out with his hands, and brought out the man and then his wife, all in the space of a few minutes.

"Superman, thank you!"

He smiled and rose above them, his cape fluttering in the wind.

"It's so good to have a child back with his mother." Said the father of the baby, comforting his wife.

Izuku Midoriya, the young teenager within the suit, gasped and froze mid flight.

Mom.

He took off in a second, the snap of air following him as he crossed countries in minutes, taking a second to slow down before hurtling towards urban Japan once again, his clothes lightly singed from re-entry.

In the backyard of his own home, he let himself fall to the grass and lightly walk through the back door.

Inko was in the kitchen, washing some dishes, a steaming plate of noodles stacked next to her. She looked up, and gave him a warm smile. His mouth dropped open and he stood there, soot and water dripping down his suit and into the carpet. Inko grit her teeth but continued to smile anyways.

"Mom…!"

"Get changed and ready for dinner, Izuku. I made noodles~"

A family of two seated at a table, the TV at the far corner of the living room, turned to the news. Izuku had decided to simply wear his normal clothes over the suit, rolling up the sleeves so that the blue cuffs wouldn't peek beneath his T-shirt. The dinner was in surprising silence, with Inko humming softly as she continued to wash dishes and Izuku picked at his dinner.

"Mom, I-"

Her movement halted, and she froze completely for a few seconds.

Izuku clutched his fork with a hard fist, looking down into his pasta with guilt.

She walked out to him. She leaned over and wrapped him up in a hug.

"It's okay, I-Izu. It's okay."

"Mom, i'm sorry for l-leaving so abruptly! I heard that Kacchan needed help, and-"

"It's okay, Izuku! It really is, I-"

"...And then I went into orbit and found that a satellite was about to detach from the space station and crash into-"

"I think it's most important that you fulfill your dreams, Izuku, and I'm going to be supporting you in whatever way I can. I'm sorry, I worried so much, and-"

She stopped talking and sat next to him, a soft smile on her face and eyes wet with tears ready to fall.

"Superman." She said. "My boy… already a hero."

On the TV, Izuku stared back at her, his features locked into a confident, brave stare. She froze.

"Wait, that's your face…" He turned to the TV as well and dropped his fork.

"-Reports are yet inconclusive as to who this mysterious superman is, but it's suggested that this is a hero that does not have a civilian identity, and instead spends all his time doing hero work…"

"They don't know who i am..?" He wondered.

"How can that be… I mean, people see you every day, right? They must have…"

Izuku put his finger up to his chin. "Maybe part of the Suit's effect is to hide my identity? I don't know, but Kacchan didn't recognize me, either!"

Izuku's eyes shot back up to the screen.

"This just in!- local news in Shizuoka report that a villain is robbing a bank, and there do not seem to be any other heroes in the area… suspect is armed and dangerous…"

"That's only a few kilometers away from here, in the city center…" Said Inko, knowing full well what would happen next.

"Mom, I need-" He started, but faltered when seeing her expression.

She had a tearful smile.

"I can't stop you from being a hero, Izuku… I realize that now. I can only help you be the best you can be."

She gave him a proud thumbs up, eyes watering.

"Go get them, my little hero!"


Superman was in the middle of the intersection and touching down, the sunset orange lighting up his cape and the evening streetlamps just beginning to activate. In the distance, a shrill alarm, broken glass, dirt, dust, and people huddled in a corner.

He floated over to the group of people hiding right outside the building and noted the heavily cracked concrete- likely the work of someone with a powerful physical Quirk.

"I am here to help." He said, as confidently as he could. The people weren't looking at him, but rather past him.

There was someone behind him, and he moved to turn.

An eerily familiar voice made him freeze on the spot, his eyes widening.

"I wish I could say the same, young man."

Izuku dropped onto the ground in shock, his shoes thudding against the pavement. The unmistakable silhouette, illuminated from behind; a man, a legend.

"All Might?!"