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Izuku Midoriya must have looked ridiculous.

He certainly felt ridiculous, his feet plodding along the sidewalk, his head hung low, and his backpack slung loosely against his shoulder. His steps lacked the usual energy of a nine-year-old on a Friday afternoon about ready to greet the weekend, instead moving with the apprehension of a death row inmate awaiting execution.

Okay, so he didn't feel that bad, but he still felt crumby about himself and the school day he had just barely managed to survive. The fall in Izuku's mood felt significantly worse, considering how happy and positive he had felt when he woke up this morning.

"I thought things were going to be different, the boy muttered to himself, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack tight as he made the slow ascend up the staircase to his apartment," that if they saw boys could have a quirk, then..."

Maybe People would like him again.

But despite his hopes and positive thinking, Izuku found himself on the short end of the stick, a situation he was slowly becoming accustomed to being in during his short life.

He managed to avoid getting sent to the principal's office, which was a phyric victory in the grand scheme of his unfolding day, but he couldn't prevent a write-up for interrupting his teacher during class time. His teacher had then marked him late for the day, which, while technically accurate, only amounted to him reaching his desk a second after the last bell had rung. Something that Izuku didn't think required a full write-up and after-school detention, but who was he to argue?

That only seemed to make it worse for him after all.

But if his morning started out that bad, surely the rest of his day could only get better, right?

Wrong.

After receiving yesterday afternoon's pop quiz and questioning why his barely passing grade was what it was, his teacher saw it fit to remove an extra ten points from his score for assuming he knew better than a grown adult. Math was always a subject he prided himself on; it was his second favorite subject after writing, and he had made it a point to study extra hard for the test only to find his efforts had been wasted.

The situation only made Izuku feel worse when he saw Kac-chan's "perfect score," finding identical-looking answers up and down her paper.

The day got worse when lunch came around, when he "accidentally tripped" on his way to his desk, his plate of fish and rice smashing to the floor and staining his uniform with his mid-day meal.

"Why must you be so clumsy." his teacher scolded, her voice barely audible over the chorus of laughter that had yet to die. "Go clean this mess up this instant and sit quietly at your desk when you're done,"

He had to clean the same spot three times before it was clean enough for the teacher's approval, the chuckles of his classmates increasing in volume each time their teacher demanded that he "clean it right this time."

It was not Izuku's proudest moment, but it was at least better than the embarrassment of being picked last in gym class and then getting his unfortunate teammates to lose the relay race after the gym instructor deducted them time after Izuku was caught starting before the race had officially begun.

Even though Izuku had been sure, he heard the woman's whistle blow before moving his legs forward.

Suffice it to say, the smile on Izuku's face when he awoke that morning had been stripped from him. The good mood he had felt as he entered the school building had been effectively beaten out of him by the usual name-calling and injustice after injustice he faced.

But it wasn't all bad.

Kac-chan had taken it upon herself to sit next to him during lunch, and while the blonde had made fun of him regarding his fish-stained clothing, she was quick to share the assortment of snacks and treats her mothers had packed in her lunch bag for the day.

"You're lucky my hag of a mother packed me snacks I dont like." The dynamic blonde had said with a sneer, her pig-tailed swaying as she did so." I guess you eating it is better than me throwing it away."

Izuku was pretty sure she was lying, considering he had seen the explosive quirk user beat up a gang of bigger kids for daring to try to snatch her favorite bag of " RED HOT Pepper flake potato chips" away from her. But Izuku knew better than to question the few signs of genuine kindness he received on days like this.

After all, there wasn't much guarantee that he would get such attention when they returned to school on Monday.

It felt good to see his former best friend take the time to openly show him kindness, seemingly protecting him from the rest of their class and the school from getting on his case beyond what could be considered normal.

So there was that.

But beyond Katsuki showing him a bit more mercy than usual, the thing that kept the smile on his face from fully turning into a frown was the idea of more information regarding the mysterious man with an equally mysterious quirk that had been realized or discovered during the hours he was at school.

The free time of other people was a magical thing, after all.

So focused was he that Izuku managed to stealthfully move past Kacchan and her gang of followers before they could start their daily after-class game of "catch-a-Deku" as he made his way home. He remembered one particular user on a hero fan forum called "Lemillion," someone who seemed to know what they were talking about, making a theory that the man was a foreign-born hero, akin to the American captain Celebrity that had traveled to Tokyo, a few months ago, a hypothesis that had seemingly blown up in popularity in the forums before Izukus mom forced him off his computer to go to bed.

Izuku himself had too many theories, but all that seemed to take a back seat in the young boy's mind when he closed his front door and noticed something he hadn't seen when he left that morning.

A pair of simple tennis shoes, ones that didn't look particularly familiar in the boy's eyes.

It was just him and his mom after...his other parent had taken most of their belongings with them when she was transferred to their company's American offices four years ago. But Izuku doubted the footwear belonged to them, mainly because the pair of unknown shoes, neatly packed together next to his mother's, was, frankly, enormously big in ways he didn't think shoes could be made.

Definitely a custom job, he thought as he took his shoes off, the contrast in size looking akin to a car parked next to an 18-wheeled Mack truck.

"M-mom?" Izuku called out from the landing, staring at the unknown pair of footwear akin to an alien creature that had somehow landed, and decided that his home would be the perfect place for its headquarters to use as it took over the world.

Or maybe he was spending too much time on the internet after all.

"I'm in the kitchen, honey!" his mother's voice called out, sounding more energetic than usual after her work day. "We're having a visitor for dinner."

Maybe Aunty Mitsuki was visiting?

It wouldn't be the first time the woman had visited his mother. After all, they had been friends since childhood, which remained far more solid than Izuku's friendship with Mitsuki's daughter. That could explain the shoes, too. After all, Aunty Mitsuki was a famous fashion designer, so those giant shoes might soon be the big new fashion craze. Probably not, but it made more sense than the alternative...

"SO!" a voice boomed from the kitchen, a towering figure dunking low so his entire massive form could fit into the hallway." YOUR MOMMA TELLS ME YOU'RE A BIT OF A FANBOY ABOUT HEROES!? WELL, SO AM I!"

Izuku stared in open shock at the man as he took one commanding stride toward him. His huge hands were on his hips, posed in a practiced perfection that no television or computer screen could ever do justice. The man looked like a living, breathing action figure come to life, with a force of personality and an awe-inspiring presence that normal human beings could only dream of pocessing.

But the beaming smile kept the boy's attention, the same smile that stared back at him from every out-of-focus video footage posted to social media last night.

But instead of the blurry footage he had spent that past 24 hours thinking about, with its echoed audio and half-clouded video shot from undesirable angles, the man stood in clear, high-definition flesh and blood before him. The man looked so natural in Izukus' eyes that, for a moment, the boy thought it was his imagination playing a cruel joke on him. But it was all so real.

Literally, millions of different questions and desires welled up in Izukus head, his body momentarily going stiff before he fell to the ground unconscious.

"OH, NO!" the giant man said, rushing to the downed boy and catching the nine-year-old before he could hit the ground." Inko-San! Young Izuku has fainted!"

Naomi wore many hats in her relatively short life.

The headmistress of the famed U.A. College of Heroism was the one that came to mind most quickly, and to be sure, it was the accomplishment she felt the most pride in.

No one could rise from the literal bottom of society, caged and cruelly experimented on, to become one of the leading experts on heroics education and numerous scientific disciplines without feeling smug.

To rise to the top of her profession as a heroine and an educator was astounding. A few short years ago, she was nothing more than a science experiment, with no rights to speak of and a life expectancy measured in mere months instead of years.

But it wasn't her position at U.A she leaned on today, nor was it any of the Ph. D.s in the multiple scientific fields she held, nor was it any of the multitude of research papers she had not only published over the years but the awards and praise her findings had garnered both in and out of academic circles.

Instead, it was the white-furred chimera's love and passion for the less provable aspects of her scientific theories and their implications that kept her attention. Despite her thirst for knowledge and truth, the diminutive furry headmistress of UA was a fan of science fiction; the dumber and more out there the premise, the better, in her humble opinion. It was that small part of her, no matter how controlled and compartmentalized it was ninety-nine percent of her day-to-day life, that was glowing with both anticipation and barely held restraint as she listened to two of her most trusted allies in the war against crime, Nimbus and Gran Turino, give her the full scoop on what had to be the most giant middle finger ever to be given to the status quo of their world.

And she had called that shit years ago.

"Extraordinary." the small educator said, placing her tiny paws together as she leaned forward, the dangerous glint of a predator in her small dark eyes showing her excitement at the, without exaggeration, thousands of different things on her mind at that very moment." Simply extraordinary!"

The implications were immense, none more than that Naomi would have the chance to rub this in the noses of all the neigh-sayers who chalked up her theories of multiversal upheavals as laughable. She had theorized multiverse teleportation years ago in her first graduate studies, even going so far as to formulate her thesis paper on studying potential transportation between dimensional shifts. Of course, they had laughed at her, mocking her every turn for her pie-in-the-sky ideas, but who was laughing now?

She was that was who!

"You are taking this surprisingly well."Nana said with a smile as she leaned back into her seat, the light injuries she had suffered from the most recent battle with All for one already fully healed in the space between then and now, leaving little evidence of the weight of the battle beside the serious look radiating from the black haired woman eyes."I'm pretty sure Gran still doesn't believe any of this..."

"It's all nonsense." the grizzle voice of the veteran underground heroine said as she poured yet another god-awful amount of sugar into her coffee cup, the woman's notorious sweet tooth destroying the rich aroma and complex flavor with enough sweetness to give Naomi cavities just watching her friend take a sip." There's gotta be a reasonable explanation than the whole multiverse ripping open nonsense."

"So you have a better explanation for a man who not only doesn't exist on record but also has a quirk, something that hasn't happened once in the past 200 years?" Nana said, looking at her daughter's godmother with an unreadable expression. "Beyond everything he's said about you and I, let alone All for One! I know it sounds nuts, but what other explanation could explain all this?"

Gran said nothing, only grumbling to herself as she conceded the point. There were a lot of explanations the experienced crime fighter could have thought of to explain the man's frankly freaky level of expertise about not only Nana's one-woman war against a villain that the world didn't know existed but the very secrets of Nana's quirks, the one she was born with as well as the one that was given to her.

"I could think of a dozen more likely scenarios off the top of my head."The experienced underground hero said, her arms crossed and her voice gruff. " I could think up a dozen more if I had more lines of inquiry. I'm saying we shouldn't count our chickens before they hatch."

"It would do us no good by asserting what is true and what isn't simply because we lack any evidence to the contrary." Naomi said, shuffling through her desk to pull out several handwritten pages of notes."However, avoiding a specific conclusion despite the evidence that leads to it may bite you sooner rather than later."

"Hey, I'm the first to admit this is all crazy." Nana answered, looking out of her depth for the first time since becoming a professional hero all those years ago." Can't say I've kept up with the latest scientific literature about the multiverse..."

"Disappointing..." Naomi said between sips of tea, feeling as if she had been transported back in time when both the women before her were nothing more than identical girls who refused to read through their textbooks properly.

"I'm just saying it's all a lot to take in at once for someone as "logical" as Gran here is," Nana said, raising her hands at the mention of the word logical about her oldest friend." I'd be freaking out a bit, too, if I was in her position."

"So you don't believe him then?" the chimera said, her small black eyes falling onto the forms of the two towering heroines in the room. Despite every instinct telling her otherwise, Nana seemingly believed what the man had told her in the police station, claiming that no other person alive could know what he knew without a goddess-made miracle.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but..." Nana said as she leaned back into the cushioned seat of the couch, her dark eyes staring wistfully up at the twirling ceiling fan overhead." He may be telling the truth.

"Tsukauchi says the man wasn't living, at least." Gran responded, her tall and statuesque form staring out onto the field of would-be heroines going about their day, the long years since her time as a teacher making the older woman seem wistful." But her quirk can't tell if someone is crazy enough not to know they aren't telling the truth."

"It is, however, suggestive," Naomi fired back. Whether she was playing devil's advocate to provide a balance between the three women or she had become defensive of the potential earth-shattering discovery was hard to tell.

"Call me a cynic, but we can chalk this up to something more straightforward than the fabric of the universe ripping and throwing this guy on our doorstep."

"Oh, you're no fun," Nana said, rolling her eyes at her friend and companion's lack of metaphorical faith. She could at least pretend to listen to Nana, but no, she had to be the Debbie downer of the party.

"And what is your theory?" Naomi said, immensely enjoying picking the brain of the straight-talking and pragmatic heroine in the few chances she had gotten before. Gran Torino was a veteran in every sense of the word, one who had stared into the abyss of the Japanese criminal underworld had to offer and had not even blinked.

The woman stopped in front of the headmistress's desk, dropping a manilla folder as she did so. Gran Torino had been busy, it seemed, collecting every shred of information she could get her hands on the moment she had her lead, like a dog with a bone.

"I dont have one yet. But I've had someone following Yagi since he left the station." Gran spoke, showing a black and white image of a CCTV camera showing the man in question and an unknown woman with long hair."But despite being from a different universe, the man seems to show a particular interest in this woman. He had a picture of her and a small boy on his person during the interrogation."

Now, that was interesting. Was this a lingering relationship that the mysterious man held in his previous universe? or was this something more?

"I trust in what I can see with my own eyes. I can trust the man has a powerful quirk that is linked somehow and someway to both all for one and one for all because that's what I can see with my own eyes." The veteran said, her voice sounding like old and worn leather to the ears of the comparatively younger women in the room." Until I get solid proof that the universe's rules got torn in half, I will keep my sanity in check and assume other ways exist to explain this situation."

"Must you always rain on my parade?" Naomi questioned, rolling the name Toshinari Yagi around her little head, hoping to spark a thought. The name sounded so familiar to her. Still, she just couldn't put her paw on it.

"I'm just saying we shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly."Gran was slightly more hesitant to give the man the benefit of the doubt, mainly because the no-nonsense veteran was far less likely than her associate to trust the words of someone they had just met. Gran Torino had been around the block a long time, and she learned long ago not to get sucked into the honeyed words of a good-looking face.

"You're just saying that because he knew all your interrogation techniques." Nana responded with a smile, her good nature ribbing towards her surrogate older sister enough to take her out of her thoughts for the moment." Your other self was probably the one who taught him that.

"Then my other self was a lousy teacher to let her student go around making so many dumb mistakes on the field." The woman said with a huff, but the slight smile showed she took the comment in stride." That overgrown zygote needs another round of training if he's going to be so cocky all the goddess damn time!"

"Zygote? It's been a while since I've heard you use that one." Nana said with a smile, leaning forward from her seat and crossing her arms over her chest." That guy certainly got under your skin! You only ever used that nickname for me when I was still in high school."

"Speaking of which," Naomi spoke, her now full cup of tea lifted to her lips. The more and more her companions said of the man, the more and more the desire to meet Toshinari Yagi face to face grew." Where is Mr. Yagi? And why did you not bring him to discuss his fascinating story."

"That's what I said." Gran Torino spat, turning away from the window as she walked towards Naomi's desk wearing the face of a defeated woman." But the airhead took the man at his word when he said he had something vital to take care of first."

"The man said he wanted to go see his kid." Nana said the soft spot she held for children was enough to count as Nana's only Achilles' heel in her career as a crime fighter." Parent to parent, we came to an understanding. We give him a day to get everything he needs in order done, and he'll tell us everything we want to know."

"And you trust him?"

"Can't help it!" the number one heroine in Japan said with a smile, putting her hand to her chest as she did so. "One for all told me to trust him. I know it sounds crazy, but I gotta follow my gut here."

"Even if your guts right about the guy, it doesn't mean he'll come to us willingly." Gran responded, already assuming the worst regarding the topic of their conversation." He might be halfway back to America as we speak."

"He's not going anywhere, trust me." Nana responded, placing her hand on her heart and inhaling deeply the burning glow of her second quirk radiating off her body like steam would a red-hot locomotive engine in the dead of winter." I can feel it."

"One for All?" Naomi questioned, the bottomless pit of curiosity she always held for the ancient and powerful quirk growing by the moment at the implication.

"Mothers intuition." Nana spoke, a confident smirk plastered onto her face like a goddess of war preparing to go into battle." The man said he wanted to visit his kid. I don't care how good of a liar he is; any parent worth a damn could tell when someone wasn't telling the truth about something like that."

That brought the discussion to a close, Gran and Naomi silently agreeing that If Nana could put her faith in the stranger, they should also.

"In retrospect, we should have gotten word to you while he had him in custody. We wasted a full day finding out what we could about this guy." Gran answered, acceptance overtaking her annoyance at the situation."What's another night going to matter much anyway?"

"I suppose I can be patient for at least a few more hours," Naomi said, squirming in her seat from pure excitement. Two versions of the same quirk, from different corners of the multiverse and through the fabric of time and space, converging at the same time and place. It was enough to make someone feel too excitable for anything but decaf for the rest of the night." I'm told it can be a virtue."

"I thought you always said that patience was overrated?"

"Only when it involves variables that are easy to plan around." The headmistress spoke again, the glow in her black eyes shining bright as the room's occupants simply sat, stewing in their thoughts."But when an extra wild card is thrown into the deck, one must be careful before overplaying your hand."

Sometimes, it was hard being a mother.

Don't get Inko wrong, she wouldn't trade her baby boy for anything in the world. Her Izuku was as sweet as honey, and despite the many mistakes Inko may have made in her life, her darling Izuku was far from being one of them.

Inko sighed as she leaned against the doorframe to her son's bedroom, holding her breath as she cracked the door open to keep the hallway's light from creeping inside. He was sleeping, nearly exhausted after spending hours talking his little heart out about everything and everything his hyperactive little mind could come up with.

She had never seen her baby boy come out of his shell so quickly; the boy usually preferred to keep to the background and at a distance from other people. It was, Unfortunately, a personality quirk the boy had taken after her and one Inko had been trying to work on as he grew older.

She didn't want him to fall into the type of relationships she fell into because he was too afraid to stand up for himself. Inko wouldn't allow that to happen to her baby boy like it happened to her.

She allowed herself a moment to feel regret over the failure of her marriage, but it didn't last long.

In truth, her son may be the only good thing that ever resulted from her previous relationship, a fact that's only now becoming all too aware to Inko. The long nights when Inko fell asleep on the couch waiting for her wife to come home when she was out drinking with her work colleagues. Then, there were the longer nights when Inko's wife didn't come home, choosing to stay at a hotel close to her job instead. On nights like that, Inko would awake early after a restless night, feeling more hollow and alone than she had when she had gone to sleep.

Inko preferred not to think about those late-night hotel visits when her ex wasn't alone, but she knew full well that those nights had become far more frequent as time passed.

Inko hoped that whatever problems existed between the two would be solved after she gave birth, more for the sake of their child than for Inko. But to her everlasting shame, those problems seemed to get worse.

"It's bad enough you gave me a son." The person Inko married said, the woman whom Inko thought she would spend the rest of her life with. How could she say something like? and as easily as she would have if they were speaking about the weather outside or a show on the television." But he had to be quirkless, too? Who in their right mind would be happy over a child like that?"

"No, dont even think about her anymore. "Inko said, shaking her head and willing the tears back into her eyes. "She doesn't even deserve a second thought."

Besides, if she cried now, she just wouldn't be able to stop; she was self-aware enough to know that.

"I'm sorry about that. I know my Izuku can be a lot to handle sometimes." Inko said, quietly moving to stand next to the towering figure in the kitchen washing dishes. "I know this may not have been the best first date..."

"Nonsense! I had fun!" the booming laughter of the colossal man was thunderous, almost enough to make Inko lose her footing as she stood so close to him. "And there's nothing you have to apologize for. It's a pleasure to be here with you and Izuku! You have nothing to worry about."

Inko smiled, closed her eyes, and let the stress and worry she held over dinner melt away. A part of Inko, like a small voice hanging tight on her shoulder, had been worried about how her Izuku would react to the news that his mother had brought her boyfriend over.

Yeah, she couldn't believe it either.

Granted, it was far too early in the potential relationship for Inko to throw around words like boyfriend and girlfriend; she had only just met the man that morning, after all. But something about him had been so magnetic. It had felt like Inko had known the man for years after just a few hours, feeling like she had found a missing piece to a puzzle Inko had long since gotten used to never completing.

Her friend Mitzuki, more like a sister the more Inko thought about it, had been adamant that Inko get herself out there to find someone new, someone better after the divorce had been finalized. Inko wasn't expecting much. After all, the dating scene was notoriously shitty for single mothers; more than once had her precious boy been a deal breaker for a potential suitor. But Inko didn't see that as a loss. She didn't need another person in her life who didn't see her baby as he deserved to be seen.

A few first dates didn't materialize into something more, and the ordeal became more of a bother than something she looked forward to. So much so that Inko had, despite Mitsuki's misgivings, officially given up on finding someone and had become content with raising her son and living a quiet, if a bit lonely, life away from the stress of the modern dating world.

She blushed slightly at the nickname he told her to call him, but Toshi had fallen into her life like a shooting star cutting through the night sky.

"I hope Izuku wasn't too much for you. He just gets so excited when it comes to quirks and heroes." Inko said, watching the towering figure easily place the now cleaned and dried dishes back on the kitchen cabinet shelf." The moment he found out about your...well, you know."

The man laughed, his smile beaming as he looked down at her, his magnificent blue mixing into her deep green. She really did like his laugh, not the booming one he used while he played with Izuku but the quiet, reserved laugh he used when it was just the two of them.

"I was just like Izuku when I was his age." the man said, his voice sounding nostalgic for a moment. "The boy was simply excited. You have nothing to worry about!"

The colossal man smiled, his frame almost enveloping Inko's entire body as he swept her off her feet, twirling around with her in his arms with the dexterity and agility that should be impossible for a man his size." I know a mother is a package deal with their child! And I was not lying when I told you I was fully prepared to be in both of your lives!"

Inko caught herself before she cried, knowing full well that once Inko began the waterworks, she would not stop, even at a time like this when Inko was the happiest she could ever remember being. A part of her was scared that the image of Toshi she had built up in her mind and the flesh and blood human being would be too different, worried that the quirk-loving hero fanboy whom she talked with for hours over lunch that day was just playing a game with her and that she like so many times before had fallen for the wrong person.

But Toshi had been different, and not for the first time Inko found herself grateful for accepting the man's offer for a "quick lunch" after running into him while going about her day, the voice of her best friend screaming in her head about taking her life back by the horns and going for it. She was glad she did. The man had made her feel like a teenager again, with her belly full of butterflies and a permanent blush radiating off her face. Less than a day into their new relationship, and Inko was already thinking of what would come next for them.

It was like one of the dramas that Mitzuki had been adamant about Inko watching with her, in which a tall, handsome stranger swept a quiet girl who didn't believe in herself off her feet. Inko had been left flustered, not entirely used to the attention from someone, but nonetheless flattered at the same time. Here she was, a single mother who had given up on love, finding herself with the attention of someone who, in Inko's humble opinion, was far out of her league regarding looks and personality. Honestly, the man seemed to shine and glow like a walking, talking sunset, and he was speaking to her?

"Now, now, Inko." Oh, goodness, had she been muttering this whole time!? Her ex had called that little habit of hers creepy and unbecoming for a woman her age. "You are a beautiful woman and one of the kindest and most genuine people I've ever met. Truly, I should be grateful that a woman like you would give a guy like me the time of day!"

Inko stared at the man as he continued cleaning up the dishes from their dinner, her mind slowly rebooting at the sound of the man's words. He...he was serious, wasn't he? He actually thought...

"Now I know you and your ex did not have the best relationship ." the man declared, ripping Inko from her thoughts as he whipped the pot used for their meal of beef curry dry, their kitchen looking even more spotless than it had been when Inko had woken up that morning. " And I know we are too early into this relationship for you to confide in me with things like that yet. But I want you to know you are a special woman, Inko Midoriya. You're kind and intelligent and someone who can have a spine of steel when protecting the people you love. I may not know many things, but I know you deserve to be treated better than you have in the past."

Inko didn't say anything; what could she say, really? Her words failed in her mouth as she stood up on her tippy toes and craned the towering man's face down to meet hers, planting a small peck on his lips, leaving the man's face hot and red as she did so.

"What was that for?"

Inkos's face was crimson as she fought tooth and nail not to run off into her bedroom and lock the door, hoping her reaction would scare her suiter away. She had been burned before, and for the life of her, she didn't think she could emotionally survive another round of heartbreak like that.

She couldn't let Izuku go through that again.

"Just you being you, I suppose," Inko answered, smiling despite the weakness in her knees and the shiver running up her spine. "I just felt like doing it."

It was odd how natural it all felt.

"It was a bit embarrassing to know that Izuku recognized you before I did." Inko said, still a bit shocked how she could have ever forgotten what the man who she had seen hold up a skyscraper over his head on TV had looked like."You two almost gave me a heart attack when he asked you to throw him into the air as high as you could."

"Sorry about that," the man said with a laugh, his smile enough to ease whatever lingering tension she felt at the fact that she was dating the most talked about man on the planet. What would Mitsuki think!?"I remember what it was like being that age. Perhaps I may have been a bit hasty while young Izuku and I played."

The man's face was a picture of embarrassment, his excitement over his and Inko's son's impromptu after-dinner game of heroes and villains perhaps going too far in the grand scheme of things. Not that Izuku minded, the boy screaming his lungs out in excitement as his little body had been tossed ten feet, then twenty feet, and then nearly fifty feet in the air before he was caught mid-fall by the man who had thrown him.

Inko smiled despite her anxiety, the sound of her boys' little voice shouting "Again, again!" after each toss soothing whatever fear clutched at her. She had always heard that boys played rough with one another, a bit more turbulent than was considered normal for girls, but she never had much experience.

Men and boys had been rare enough when Inko was growing up, a disparity that had only seemed to grow wider with newer generations. She wondered if that was why Toshi seemed just as excited as her boy as the night went on, Inko playing the role of damsel in distress for the great hero "super boy" to save from the clutches of the monstrous villain "All Smite."

"You'll never defeat me, superboy!" the towering man said, his deep baritone making Inkos' heart beat faster as he held her against his powerful chest." And you'll never save my beautiful prisoner either!"

"Oh no," Inko said, unable to remove the smile on her face as she watched her boy bounce up and down on his little legs, declaring that not only were the villainous days of All Smite numbered but that the princess the villain held captive was as good as free.

"Curses!" the villainous form of All Smite said, his colossal form lying motionless on the living room floor." foiled again by the mighty super boy, the greatest hero the world has ever seen!"

Inkos was not ashamed to admit that she had teared up slightly at the image of her boy standing proud atop the defeated villain, holding himself with the strained seriousness that only a child could have.

When she woke up this morning, the only thing Inko had been worried about was getting Izuku up for school after he had stayed up all night on Hero Tube again. Now, that man, who had become the reason for Izuku's late-night hero video binge-watch, was making her tea after he had given her son the greatest gift anyone could give him.

Her baby boy had been a beacon of excitement since he came home from school the previous day, the newscast reporting around the clock of a man with a quirk, making it easy for Inko to know the reason why. Her baby boy had always wanted to be a hero, to help those who needed help, and to be the person to offer the hand people needed to help themselves up.

But the reality of the world meant those dreams could and would remain as such, as the daydreams and wishes of a child who was naive to the world around him. But a light switch finally turned on after years of ill-use, and the world realized what her baby had known his entire life.

That anyone could be a hero.

If someone had told Inko that morning that she would spend her night watching nearly countless videos of a super-powered adonis with her son, her Izuku bouncing with excitement, she would have called them a liar. If someone were to tell Inko that the same man with a quirk would walk up to her in the street the next day to ask her out on a lunch date, she would have laughed in their face.

But here she was.

Men with quirks, It all seemed like the dawn of a new age, an age in which future history books would be written and a world where her baby's dreams wouldn't feel impossible anymore. In such a world, her baby could become a hero who could help those who need saving with a smile on his face.

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