AHOY TATERS, THIS IS A NEW STORY BUT IT'S NOT WRITTEN BY ME.

IT'S ONE I COMMISSIONED AN AUTHOR ON FIVERR TO WRITE, SAID AUTHOR IS NAMED FLUFFSTASH AND THEY ARE THE BEST AUTHOR I MET ON THERE!

THIS STORY IS A DC COMICS X MY HERO ACADEMIA X MARVEL COMICS CROSSOVER WHERE A VERSION OF SUPERMAN WHO IS GENERAL ZOD'S SON CRASHLANDS ON THE MHA WORLD AND IS RAISED AS IZUKU'S BROTHER!

NOW LET THE STORY BEGIN!

DISCLAIMER I DONT OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA, DC OR MARVEL ALL PROPERTIES BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

STORY WRITTEN BY FLUFFSTASH BUT THE IDEA WAS ALL MINE.

Inko trudged through the overgrown, weed-covered path, gasping repeatedly from the effort. Long ago, this parkland was maintained nicely, allowing for a casual stroll when she needed to get away from the stress of her suburban life in Musutafu. Now, it was in a terrible state. If she didn't know her apartment was a mere fifteen-minute hike away, she would have sworn she was lost in the wild forest of some other country.

The green-haired woman wiped her brow and glanced concernedly at her swollen stomach. Now eight months pregnant, she was foolish to be exerting herself like this.

I have to hurry up and get home, she thought. I'm exhausted already. This is so unhealthy for me… A newly single mother, wandering around like an idiot…

But something stopped her from leaving. Faintly, ever so faintly, there was a high-pitched whine that sliced through the screeching cicadas and occasional gusts of wind. The unmistakable sound of a baby crying.

Inko frowned, perplexed. Was that some strange bird call? No, it couldn't be. Her imagination, then? But it sounded so real…

"Is anyone there?" she called.

There was no response. Just more crying. Also, if she really strained to hear… the sound of a fire crackling.

Against her better judgment, Inko found herself pushing through the weeds and her tiredness, moving in the direction of the crying and the burning. As she approached, strange-smelling fumes appeared around her, causing her eyes to water. She could tell this was not something she should be meddling in, but she couldn't bring herself to ignore those cries.

Inko quickened her pace. The fumes were getting thicker, causing her to double over, hacking and coughing. Tears filled her eyes, obscuring her vision. All she could do was rake blindly at the smoke in front of her, blinking furiously to clear her vision. It was becoming difficult to breathe.

She came before a massive, smoking crater, carved into the ground as if a meteorite had hurtled from outer-space into this neglected Japanese park. But instead of a space rock, the item in the center of the crater was a futuristic metal object. Its body was shiny and circular, with a pincer-like structure jutting out. There was a nasty hole in the thing, likely torn open from its crash, and through that gap…

A baby. A perfect little baby boy, nestled in the pod, crying its little lungs out. Inko was held in starstruck awe for a few seconds before snapping into alarm; hot, angry flames had surrounded the area, and they licked at the spacecraft, threatening to cook the boy alive.

No, no, no, no, no.

What could she do? This weird object had crashed down to earth, accompanied by what looked like a human baby. It had then caught on fire, and that baby was in danger. She looked right and left, bewildered, searching for a hero. There was no one but her.

"Are you okay?" she cried, knowing a baby couldn't answer. The only reply was more whining, twisting Inko's heart, reminding her of her own baby—the one that was coming to life inside her.

I have to do something.

She knew this was reckless. She wasn't a hero and never would be. She had her own child to worry about, and this was a terrifying situation. Still, she was a human, and she couldn't just turn her back on someone about to die a fiery death.

Her feet moved without thinking. She raced over to the baby, as close as she could without walking through flames. Inko cried out, reaching and recoiling from the heat. She ambled around the area, but there was no path to the boy that did not take her through a wall of fire. With a pregnant belly she wasn't agile enough for any heroic jumps.

She realized her only option was to use her quirk. It was a weak, modest form of telepathy, useful only for levitating insignificant household appliances, like utensils or TV remotes (or so she thought). But maybe here, in this situation, if she really flexed, focused, fought like her life depended on it…

The baby trembled as if it were a mirage. At first, there was no movement. Then it rose out of the escape pod, hovered shakily above the flames, and plummeted into Inko's waiting arms.

She gasped with relief and stumbled backwards, almost dropping the little boy as she moved. But she wasn't going to let him fall. Not now, not ever. She held him tight, squished up against her belly as she fled the scene, stomping through the grass and weeds that were now the least of her problems.

She ran as fast as she could, taking the child far away from the fire and wreckage of wherever it was he came from.

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In the evening sky of this sleepy Japanese neighborhood, helicopters were circling. Civilians glanced anxiously out of their windows, disgruntled and scared by the artificial thunder of swirling rotor blades. The helicopters were sleek and black, patrolling the nearby park. Ropes and ladders were dispatched and a conglomerate of shadowy figures slid down to the crash-zone.

One of those figures looked substantially different from the rest. He had a bulbous, yellow-orange body, two large eyes and eyebrows, and his lower half was covered by a shiny bucket. This man was Nick Fury. His quirk 'Bucket Land Blubber' gave him the abilities and appearance of an inhuman creature.

He touched the ground with a resonant bang. Night had fallen, but the smoldering crater glowed with an otherworldly orange. Nick Fury spat a few blasts of bath water, quenching the lingering flames. There was a hiss of smoke.

"I want this entire area closed off to the public," he ordered. "No one can be allowed to see this thing."

"Yes, sir!" his soldiers cried, running off to do his bidding.

One of them—his closest subordinate—stayed behind. "What is it, sir? That… strange object?"

"That's what I wanna know."

"Is it alien engineering?"

"Well, ain't any human engineering I've ever seen." He slammed his bucket body into the side of the pod. "Not a scratch. And it's mostly intact, even after being on fire. It's highly durable."

"Could it be vibranium?"

"Nah, it's something else."

"What's it for, then? Transportation?"

"Yeah…" Nick Fury observed the wreckage for a moment, then grimaced. "Looks like someone got here first. They've taken the most important piece of the puzzle."

"You think there was something inside, sir?"

"Something… or someone." He knelt down, running his eyes along the side of the crashed object. "Look at this device. It's some type of escape pod. Similar to what we use in our rocket ships, though miles more advanced. Seems to have been made for long-range transportation. Its owner was trying to get the hell out of somewhere, so they thought they'd come here."

The soldier frowned. "There isn't much space in there, sir."

"No. So it's likely this was made for a child. Assuming these extraterrestrials take a human-like form, of course."

"Why would it come here, though? Why would another civilization send one of their young? Why would they want to leave?"

"Damned if I know. All we know for sure is that the inhabitant escaped, likely with assistance. I want an immediate search of the surrounding area. And take these parts into SHIELD custody. They're not in bad shape, remarkably."

"What will we do if we find it, sir? Whatever it is?"

"We'll assess if it's a threat. If it isn't, then we'll have a good, long conversation. See if we can learn anything. If it is dangerous, then…" He sighed. "You know the drill."

Unbeknownst to the commotion nearby, Inko watched the little boy sleep. It had been a long and tumultuous process to calm the baby down after so much running around, but now she was finally back in her apartment. She'd placed the baby in the cot she had bought for her own, unborn child, and it was in there that he had fallen asleep, a content expression on his face.

"How stressful that was," she muttered, talking half to herself, half to the baby. "All that fire and chaos! I don't believe it…"

The baby continued sleeping, little chest rising and falling. Amazingly, he appeared in perfect health after presumably crash-landing into Earth. There was not a bruise or a burn on his skin.

"Say, where did you come from?" Inko asked, stifling a yawn.

She wanted to sleep herself. That was the logical thing to do. However, she just couldn't bring herself to let this little guy out of her sight… She had the sense that this was all an elaborate, fantastical dream, and she'd soon wake up to a world where she hadn't encountered a baby in a crater and saved him from encroaching flames.

"Who are your parents?" she wondered aloud. "Where are they? Are they worrying about you? I know I would be, if my baby went missing somehow…" She rubbed her belly. "But how do you go missing in the way you did? Like, crashing into a random park? What happened to you? What was that strange ship?"

She wondered if this baby was even human. It certainly looked that way, but there was something different about it. Maybe that was because it did not look particularly Japanese. A baby of foreigners, then? Where were they now? Inko knew she should take the boy to the police, but she would sound insane if she tried to explain how she rescued him.

"I'll figure out what to do tomorrow," she said, yawning again. "For now, I'll just…"

All this thinking was sapping her of whatever energy she had left. She placed her head down on the floor, meaning to take a few minutes of sleep. Surely just a little would be okay. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was that little baby nestled in his cot, looking so cute and perfect…

And then there was banging from the door. Inko's eyes flew open. She wobbled to her feet, disorientated. What time was it? Did she forget to pay her rent? As she looked at the clock, though, she realized it was 10 at night. This was not a normal visitor.

The baby was still in the cot, unwoken. That little boy was more peaceful than ever, resting there…

She shook her head. Back to the topic at hand. The person was still knocking on the door. She grasped her mobile phone as if it were a shield, ready to call for help at any time, and moved over to the door.

"Who is it?" Inko called, her voice shaking.

Seconds passed before the reply. "Law enforcement."

"L-Law enforcement? What for?"

"You haven't done anything wrong, ma'am. We just want to ask a few questions."

Reluctantly, Inko twisted the knob and opened the door. What was going on?

The man standing outside was intimidating. He wasn't a police officer, as far as she could see. He towered over her, dressed in all black. Dark slabs of what looked like body armor covered his large frame. His features were foreign and he spoke with a slight accent.

"Apologies for disturbing a mother so late at night," he said, attempting a smile. "There have been some unusual occurrences in this area. Have you seen anything out of the ordinary lately?"

"Anything out of the ordinary…" Inko had so much to say that she couldn't find the words. She just shook her head.

"Any unusual people around?"

"No, nothing really… E-Except for you." She clamped her hands over her mouth, shocked she let that slip. Whoops.

The man was unphased. "Yes, my apologies again for intruding. What about in the sky? Have you noticed any strange flying objects?"

"Flying objects?"

"Yes."

Inko mulled on this. At the next-door apartment, she could faintly hear a similar conversation taking place. So there was another person asking the same questions to her neighbor. How many of them were there? What were they looking for?

The man had mentioned a flying object. That baby she found had come from space, or so she suspected. Could it be that these people were asking about him? That they wanted to find him? If they were going to reconnect him to his real parents, that was all well and good… but something told her that was not the case. This was something far more sinister.

"No, I haven't seen anything," Inko said. "Uh, I think I heard some helicopters earlier, but—"

"No, not them. Something else."

"Ah…"

"Have you heard any other loud noises? A crash, perhaps?"

"No…"

"Do you frequent the nearby Aoshimura Park?"

A shiver ran down Inko's spine. They really want to find him, she realized. These strange, scary people want to find that boy. That begged the question: what really was he? Why was he so important?

She knew it would be the safe, reasonable option to just hand him over. That would save her a trip to the police the next day, too. But she didn't trust these men.

"I don't go there often," she lied.

"I see. Do you know anyone who does? Your husband, perhaps?"

"I, um… I'm a single woman."

"Oh. Right."

"Yes… My husband left me."

"I'm very sorry to hear that."

"It's okay." Inko inhaled shakily. This part was no act—she was honestly devastated by what had happened, even so many months on. The prospect of raising her child alone was almost too much to bear.

"Well, I'll stop bothering you now," The man said. He passed her a card. "If you see anything suspicious, please call this number."

"Okay, I will."

Just as the man was about to close the door and leave, a sudden, whining sound burst out behind her. Inko froze. The baby was awake. And not only was he awake—he was crying loudly. She looked over her shoulder, then back at the man, wondering if he was going to somehow figure out the truth.

His face was unreadable. "That's your child, is it?"

"It's… It's, um…" My child is inside of me was her initial reaction, but that would not explain the little person crying behind her. She could say she was the mother of both of them, but she was obviously pregnant, so there was no way she had another newborn. "It's… It's… It's mine. I adopted him. Yes."

She half-expected the soldier to question her further, but he simply nodded, stepped away, and left. "Have a nice night, ma'am."

Inko listened to his heavy boots move away. She shut the door gently, locked it, and sank to the ground, her legs shaking. That was close. If she had said just one suspicious thing… Who knows what could have happened. She was about to retreat to the living room when she heard low, foreign voices outside.

It was the man again, talking with his colleague. Inko pressed her ear against the door, and she could make out what they were saying.

"Did you talk to the person in there?"

"Yes. She's just a mother. Doesn't know anything."

"Had she seen anything suspicious?"

"No, she didn't say so."

Then they lowered their voices. Inko had to really strain to hear even a few words of their obviously confidential exchange, but those words were enough to confirm her suspicions.

"It escaped… Came to Earth…"

"Trying to live among us…"

"Might look human…"

"Unknown powers…"

"Could be dangerous…"

"More advanced than us…"

"Need to find it quickly…

"Extraterrestrial…"

"Keep searching…"

Inko pulled away from the door, her heart beating wildly. It was like something out of a movie. So much bigger than she could have ever imagined.

She returned to the living room, where the baby was still crying. Or… was it even a human baby? After hesitating for a moment, she picked him up, held him close to her chest, and bobbed him up and down. "There, there," she crooned. "There, there. You don't have to cry."

To her surprise, he stopped almost immediately and stared into her eyes.

He's so beautiful, she found herself thinking.

The men speculated he was some dangerous extraterrestrial creature, but he didn't look like that at all. He seemed like any other human baby, crying and sleeping and seeking comfort. He was no monster. He did not deserve to be hunted and captured and experimented on… or whatever it was they would do to him.

In that moment, she experienced an overflow of love for this little person, and became convinced that she did not ever want to give him away. She would not give him to the police. She would not give him to those men. She would live by the explanation she had invented before: that he was hers, she had adopted him, and she would be his mother. There was no one else on the planet that knew his unique circumstances. No one else that knew he was from out of this world. She was the only one who could care for him.

In a way, she felt they were in similar situations. Because she too had been abandoned.

By now, it was clear her husband was never coming back. He didn't care about their child, and certainly not this new, alien child. It would be difficult financially to care for two children, but Inko felt sure she could do it. She would make a loving household for them.

But what would she call him? As she gazed into his eyes, she contemplated this question. For her biological child, she had already decided on 'Izuku'. But this little one?

She placed him gently back in his cot, thinking she would have to buy a second one in the coming days, and moved to her kitchen table, where she had a book of Japanese names. After a few minutes of flicking through the pages, she gave up, finding nothing that really represented the little boy. She returned to the side of his cot.

"They think you're a dangerous extraterrestrial," she said, "but there's no way that's true. I trust you."

Trust… The word echoed in her mind. Trust, written with the kanji 信, could be read as Nobu. She spoke in this aloud, experimenting with the sound, and decided to add Toshi, written with the kanji 俊, to complete the name. This was the idea that came to her, and this was what she clung to.

"Nobutoshi," Inko said, reaching down to hold his little hand. "Midoriya Nobutoshi will be your name."

A few weeks later, Midoriya Izuku was born.

It was a stressful affair, like so much of Inko's life had been recently. She was busy helping her neighbor out with a leaky faucet (they were both single mothers, after all) when she had a peculiar sensation of spreading wetness and realized, with joint elation and fear, that she was going into labor. Minutes before she was rushed to the hospital, she managed to communicate to her neighbor that she already had a child back in her apartment, and he really needed to be cared for.

She lied in the hospital bed, and, after many hours, held yet another baby boy in her hands. There was that same jubilant, maternal feeling inside her, and even though these boys would inevitably look different, she felt sure they would be the best of brothers.

Inko could not wait to get back to her apartment where she could begin her rose-coloured life with Izuku and Nobutoshi.

(line break)

"Boys! It's dinner time!"

The sound of little footsteps pitter-pattered through the apartment. Inko sat at the kitchen table, scooping dollops of curry rice into the three plates. She hummed happily, waiting for her sons to make their way over.

The first to the table was the perky, ever-smiling Izuku, his fluffy green hair in desperate need of a haircut. The boy climbed into his seat and beamed at her, inhaling the curry aroma. "It smells great!"

"I'm glad you think so, dear. Where's your brother?"

"I'm just watching the TV!" came a voice from the adjacent room.

"Come eat, Nobutoshi," Inko called. "Your plate will go cold!"

"Okay, okay. If that's what you want, mom."

He entered the room. It was no ordinary entry, though. Instead of trotting over to the table like Izuku, he entered the dining room with his feet meters from the ground. He drifted around the space, running his eyes along their plates of food, and landed in the seat next to Izuku with a nonchalant, slightly bored expression on his face.

The differences between the boys were clear to see: this older one was dark-haired, mature-looking, and tall for his age. His skin tone was obviously darker, giving him an enigmatic appearance, and his demeanor was more distant. He seemed much older, even though they were only a few weeks apart. And, of course, the biggest difference of all was that, unlike Izuku, Nobutoshi had special powers.

"That's always so cool!" Izuku blurted, gazing at his brother with starry eyes. "When you fly around like that. Ahh, I'm so jealous!"

"Yes, it's impressive," Inko said, "but remember what I told you, dear! No using your quirk indoors!"

"Yes, mum," Nobutoshi said, though there was the sense he wasn't going to follow that instruction.

"Both of you eat, now! You're growing boys, so you need that whole plate."

They ate in silence for a moment. Inko liked to watch her children eat—it gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Especially when they were getting along well, which was almost always. The boys had an extremely close relationship, just as she knew they would when Izuku was born.

"What was on TV, Nobu?" Izuku asked. "Something cool?"

"Mm," Nobutoshi replied, his fork in his mouth. "They were interviewin' a hero."

"Which one?"

"All Might."

"WHAT? I have to see it!"

Izuku tried to leave the table, but Inko grabbed his wrist. "Finish your dinner first, dear. We can look up the interview on the internet later."

"Aww… Okay…"

"Besides, we have something important to discuss tonight! You're both at the age where you're going to attend elementary school."

"Oh! That's so exciting!" Izuku said.

Nobutoshi was less interested. "Do I really have to go?" he asked. "I think it'll be lame."

"Now, now, dear," Inko said. "I know you haven't had the… best experiences at kindergarten. But everyone has to go to school! I've made sure to enroll you both in a very reputable, inclusive school, so I'm sure you'll have fun…" Seeing her son wasn't convinced, Inko changed tacts. "You'll want to accompany Izuku, yes?"

"Yeah, okay," Nobutoshi said. "I guess I'll go if he's going too."

"It's going to be fun," Izuku said. "Besides, if we want to be heroes like All Might, we have to go to school to do that! I've looked up all the requirements."

Inko smiled reluctantly. "Th-That's true. Although, of course, there are other career options, if you don't want to do something so dangerous—"

"I want to be a hero!" Izuku punched the air. "Nobu will make such an awesome hero too. He can fly around. That's an awesome quirk! And there are other things he can do, too! Didn't you say you could lift this whole table if you wanted to, Nobu?"

His brother looked up from his plate. "Yeah, I think I could."

"With all these plates and pots and stuff?"

"It would be pretty easy—"

"Let's not try that," Inko said, laughing nervously. "Just keep eating your dinner…"

She was very conflicted about all this. On one hand, she was happy Nobutoshi had powers. She was always worried, in the back of her mind, that he was going to display some strange, extraterrestrial characteristics one day. But now he had a quirk like most humans!

At least… she thought it was a quirk. The flying was one thing, but he'd also shown to be incredibly strong and fast when he wanted to be, and he somehow overheard her phone conversations even when she was on opposite sides of the apartment. Whatever the quirk was, it sure had a lot of parts… It was great that he was gifted, but she often wished he could be a bit more ordinary. He had been discriminated against when he briefly attended elementary school, after all. For many reasons.

"I can't wait to get my quirk," Izuku said petulantly.

"I'm sure it'll be even cooler than mine," his brother said.

"About that, boys," Inko said, "we're going to be going to the medical center tomorrow. It is a requirement that we receive a professional assessment of your quirks before you go to school."

"We're going to be assessed?" Nobutoshi asked.

"Yes… But it won't be a bad thing! It'll be good to find out what we can expect from you boys in the future." Seeing he wasn't convinced, she added, "I'll take you out for ramen afterwards!"

"Oh, okay!" That seemed to placate him.

"I can't wait to go!" Izuku said. "I'm finally going to find out what my quirk is. Or when I'll get it. And then…" He turned to his brother, starry-eyed again. "We'll become heroes! We'll be the best heroes in the entire world!"

(line break)

"You should probably give it up," the doctor said.

The three of them—Inko, Izuku, and Nobutoshi—sat in the medical facility, lost for words. The two boys' test results were displayed on a large screen before them, along with sheets of medical jargon. Inko felt awful as she looked at her biological child, who had just been told something she had secretly suspected for some time.

She made herself speak. "That's… Is there something wrong with him after all? Most of the other kindergarteners' quirks have already manifested, and Nobutoshi here has been using his, but…"

"Would you mind telling me about your quirk, ma'am?"

"Yes, well… I can pull small objects to me. My ex-husband could breathe fire."

The doctor nodded. "Normally, by his age, one of those quirks or a combination of them would have shown up… but that hasn't happened. Unfortunately, it's unlikely that a quirk will manifest now. Almost impossible, actually…" He picked up a clipboard. "However, this other boy is astonishing!"

The attention shifted to Nobutoshi, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I've never seen anything like it," the doctor marveled. "These results from his physical test could give some pro-heroes a run for their money. His physical strength, reaction time, and more… Also, to be able to fly… What an utterly splendid quirk! He is truly blessed."

Nobutoshi tried to smile, but the praise didn't make him happy. Truthfully, he could do even more things than he had confessed to anyone (like when he propelled beams of heat from his eyes). But that didn't make him happy. Why was he 'blessed' and his brother wasn't? His brother, who was so much more earnest and passionate in every way? It seemed absurd.

"When did his quirk start manifesting?" the doctor asked Inko.

"Ah! Well, um…" She fidgeted. "It's been developing for years now."

"Forgive me for asking, ma'am, but he does not look, erm, like your—"

"Yes, yes. I know what you mean. He's adopted."

"I see. Do you know who his parents are?"

She side-eyed her son nervously. She had explained this fake situation in the past, but she wasn't sure if he believed her. "We don't. The records were… lost."

"I see. That's a shame. The only explanation for this quirk is that it is some hybrid combination of two very gifted parents… Oh, we really must do some additional tests! I would like to—"

"I think we'll leave now," Inko said quickly. "Thank you for your assessment, doctor. We've heard enough."

(Line break)

Nobutoshi reclined on the school bench, yawning loudly. He'd picked the seat right under a leafy tree in the schoolyard; the branches parted to blast the place with hot sunlight, which he always enjoyed. It was just so energizing. Like he was being showered with life.

Around him, the irritating lunch break raged on.

So this is elementary school, he thought. It was about what he expected it to be. A bunch of lame people running around. Lots of boring classes. Hard to make friends.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two students from his class loitering by a water fountain. They were talking about him.

One side effect of his abnormal hearing was that he could always hear what people were saying behind his back. They were talking in low tones, but every foul word that left their mouth sounded loud and clear, as if it were whispered right into Nobutoshi's ear.

"That guy's so weird."

"Is he even Japanese?"

"I don't trust him. Ugh."

"Where did he come from?"

Nobutoshi rolled his eyes. He could move over and intimidate them, but it wasn't worth it. He'd just get in trouble again. His mother had already been called to school twice because of him. The rumor was starting to spread that he was a bad egg.

Why was it so hard for him to fit in? Why did other kids always treat him like some food they were allergic to? There was always one who didn't, of course. One person who would never discriminate against anyone, family or not. That was his brother.

But it had been awkward with Izuku lately. Ever since the boy found out he was quirkless, he had been massively depressed. Whenever he saw Nobutoshi around, he seemed to become even sadder. Nobutoshi decided to stay out of his way for a while. Hopefully, after some time, they would get along like usual again, even if one of them had powers and the others did not.

Another few students walked past, shooting him dark glances. He shut his eyes and tried to sleep, but found himself inevitably listening to their conversation.

"Dude, that was rough."

"What was that kid thinking, going up against Bakugo?"

"He was trying to stop him from bullying the other guy."

"He got seriously beat up, though."

"Yeah, I've heard he doesn't even have a quirk."

"Seriously? What a loser Bahaha."

Nobutoshi's eyes flew open. "Oi!" he called. "What were you just talking about?"

The group froze like deers in headlights. "What do you mean?" one of them eventually said, clearly nervous.

"You were saying something just now. About someone without a quirk."

"Oh, yeah," came the reply, laughing again, "it was that kid with the green hair. He tried to pick a fight with Bakugo of all people."

"Where?" Nobutoshi demanded. "Tell me!"

"Jeez, dude, you don't have to be so intense… Over by the gymnasium, I think—"

Nobutoshi didn't wait to hear the rest. He shot into the sky faster than he ever had before and took aim at the area near the gymnasium. Those people were describing Izuku—there was no doubt about it. But who was this Bakugo person? And why were they fighting?

"Whoever he is," Nobutoshi said, "if he's laid a single finger on my brother, he's going to regret it…"