Aaand here we go!
Thanks everyone for the amazing response. It is so cool to see so many people enjoy this story.
Some of you have asked why I chose to make Inko the Viltrumite. And the answer is that it was simply more interesting in terms of narrative.
There are tons of stories where Hisashi is the bad guy. AFO, some OC villain or something else. Making him Nolan here could work but it would be a bit unimaginative. We don't have any actual connection to Hisashi as the character. He is a blank slate you can change into whoever you want.
But Inko? Inko got some actual history and relationship with Izuku. Which makes it all the more fun to twist it!
This chapter contains some mild comic spoilers so proceed with caution.
Chapter 2: Where I Come From
Izuku could still remember the first time they visited the hospital for Quirk testing.
He was nervous and confused, hoping that the doctors could explain just why he still didn't have a Quirk like all the other kids. The doctor's casual - almost cold - dismissal of him as being Quirkless was burned into Izuku's mind for many years.
But now, he could put that chapter of his life behind him.
Their visit to the Quirk Testing Lab yesterday was nothing short of incredible. He aced every physical exam the facility put him through. And though the other patients' data was confidential, Izuku was informed that his results were beyond the national average of the kids his age.
"Fascinating," the doctor whispered, eyes glued to the readings. "Whatever your Quirk is, it was well worth the wait."
Izuku couldn't agree more.
Invulnerability and flight were already a sweet deal. But now he had the strength and speed on top of those, too. It was naive to equate suffering with rewards. But if this was the universe trying to make up for years of bullying, he was happy to consider the debt settled.
The doctors warned him to not use his Quirk for a while, though. Late bloomers like him could often suffer from using the Quirks without proper conditioning.
In some cases, it was because their bodies had yet to fully develop the neccessary secondary powers to handle the strain of the main Quirk. And in others, it was because the late bloomers didn't understand the exact function of their Quirk, which could lead to damage to their bodies.
His parents, naturally, agreed and asked him to wait until they had all the details. Izuku knew that this came from the place of concern and love for him. And he understood the risks of using the Quirk that none of them fully understood.
That didn't stop Izuku from sneaking out once his parents went to sleep.
Mom and dad are going to kill me if they find out.
Izuku felt guilty about breaking his promise to them. He really did. But he just couldn't wait another second to see what he really could do.
He spent his entire life waiting for some miracle to give him a Quirk. Waiting for the doctors to tell him how it worked exactly was not an option. Not when figuring it out could take several months because they couldn't get his blood sample.
I've waited long enough.
The safe streets of his neighbourhood morphed into the bright and busy streets of the night Musutafu. And though the streets were emptier than during the daytime, they were, in their own way, much livelier. It was interesting to see this other side of his city.
But that wasn't where he wanted to be right now.
As he walked further down the roads, the lights around him grew dimmer. The sound of the busy night streets grew quieter. And soon Izuku found himself all alone in the barely-lit streets of the Rairosu neighbourhood.
Long before Izuku was born, this place was one of the city's most dangerous areas.
Whether it was drugs or guns or even people, one could find at least one person or group willing to provide you with anything as long as you had the money for it. Heroes and police spent years trying to bring justice to this place. But criminals developed and adapted faster than heroes could.
And soon, the place was practically run by the collection of several yakuza families, gangs and independent villains.
It was still a dangerous and corrupt place. One that your parents and teachers told you to stay away from entirely. There was no money to be made in the neighbourhood too broken, though.
And so the villains and criminals in charge of it maintained a certain degree of peace. They had their own territories and trades. They had their treaties and policies. And so, while the life here was hard, the place still had some semblance of structure.
Until it didn't.
Izuku didn't know when or how it started. All that he knew was this was perhaps the country's greatest man-made crisis in decades. The most vicious gang war in the recent history of the city started without warning or any sense to it.
The criminals and villains took to the streets, violently and brutally attacking everyone in their path. Blades, guns, Quirks. Every single thing they had at their disposal was thrown into the growing battle across the neighbourhood. They didn't care that their businesses were burning. They were fine with it as long as whoever they were after burned along with those.
And when the heroes arrived, all they could do was focus on evacuation of the civilians. Even All Might, still a new hero back then, couldn't stop the wave of violence that swept through the streets. He saved many lives that day. Most of them, in fact. But even he wasn't enough to stop the destruction and chaos before the neighbourhood was essentially gone.
To this very day, nobody could answer what exactly sparked the vicious war between the various gangs. Fingers were pointed at everyone by everyone. Names were shouted and cursed out. Few of the surviving criminals and villains gave conflicting accounts, blaming the others for starting the whole thing.
In the end, nobody claimed responsibility for the massacre. And the culprit became something of an urban legend.
As for Rairosu? The city tried to reclaim this area.
They rebuilt buildings and the streets, set up incentives and programs for the people to move back in and even had All Might briefly establish his office here. By all means, this should have turned things around. But it didn't.
No matter how much money or effort they poured into it, people still avoided this place as if it was cursed. No regular people wanted to live here. No criminals or villains wanted to work here. And without anyone in need of their help, the police and the heroes abandoned this place too.
Rairosu became the ghost neighbourhood and remained as such for almost twenty years.
Nobody lived here. So nobody would see him.
"Alright..." Izuku whispered as he took a look around the place. An old abandoned park. Plenty of trees and bushes to cushion the fall. "This should do."
Setting his bag down on one of the benches, he tried to remember the few times he managed to float.
When he got from under the minibus, he was confused. He didn't know what happened and how he was still alive. And yet he was also relieved.
When he got back home, he was excited. There was no one in the entire world he wanted to show his powers to more than his parents.
And when mom took him to the Quirk Testing Lab yesterday, he was determined. He had powers now. And he wanted to see what they could do.
It sounded a little ridiculous to try and tie his powers to his emotional state. But he read that some of the Quirks were affected by their users' mindset. It was very much a theory rather than a fact. But it was good enough for him to try.
Relief. Excitement. Determination.
He relaxed his body and focused on the experiences of the past three days. His parents' reassuring and supportive words. The doctors' impressed looks. His own bright smile in the mirror. He focused on every single moment he associated with getting his powers.
He was no longer burdened by the fear of the future. His dream was no longer just wishful thinking. It was the reality within his grasp.
Relief.
The feeling of floating off the ground was becoming familiar now.
And yet he couldn't contain the smile as he felt nothing but air under his feet.
"I-It worked! Hahaha!"
He stumbled and fell backwards. But it was not a sharp or sudden fall. It was slow and somewhat awkward. Like he was falling through the water. He pushed through the air, gently and slowly floating in small pushes through the air. He tripped again and laughed at how light he felt.
Another stumble. Another fall. He slowly rolled back onto his feet. Not that it mattered when the ground under him was so far away.
Uh...
Why was he getting further away from it?!
"Oh no..." he waved his arms around, trying to stop himself. "W-Wait! I need to stop!"
The air currents were carrying him up and away. Which made no sense since he should've been heavy enough to stay still. But the wind cared little for what made sense to Izuku as he found himself getting further from the ground.
Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad!
He turned his body around, lying flat on his stomach as he tried to awkwardly 'swim' back to the manageable height. But he was a terrible swimmer and he could only keep himself in place.
He should've stayed closer to the trees. He could grab onto their branches or something. But it was too late for him now.
There was nothing here to push himself off and back to the ground!
Now wait a second.
There was no leverage in the air he could to push himself towards the ground. But there also no leverage when he pushed himself off the ground, either.
He didn't jump. He didn't so much as push his feet off the ground. He simply willed his body to float into the air.
He took a deep breath and spread his arms. When he took off, he imagined his body just rising through the air. Now, he focused on the idea of stopping. And to do that, he needed to grab onto something.
Even if it was air itself.
The winds didn't stop. But he did.
He lowered his hands and was happy to find himself still floating still. The panic washed away and gave way to relief.
Which then grew into something much stronger.
Excitement.
He could create his own leverage! He could move freely through the air without worry. This would be an invaluable asset to his career as a hero. And more importantly, this meant that he could save even more lives.
He put his hands forth and drew his legs back. It was the position familiar to him. As a kid, it was the position he took whenever mom or dad carried him through the room as if he was flying. But now, he was no longer playing pretend.
Alright... Set... Ready...
Izuku grinned, feeling every muscle in his body tense up.
Go!
With a deafening boom, he shot himself through the air. His body followed his mind perfectly, changing directions and speed as he pleased. He spread his arms, letting the air flow through his fingers like water.
As long as he kept his mind focused and steady, he could move his body freely through the air.
Determination.
He couldn't fully remove fear from his mind. He was hundreds of feet in the air. And while he was almost certain he could survive the fall, he didn't want to chance it. He had yet to find out how invulnerable his insides were compared to his outsides. And he had no desire to test that now.
But while the fear was still present in his mind, the positives of the experience far outweighed it.
He practiced aerial move he had come up with so far. Diving down from the air. Kickes and punches fueled by the speed and distance. Nothing big or amazing like All Might's special moves. But they were practical and easy to repeat again and again until he got them right.
All in all, the first training session went perfectly.
As Izuku descended down on the ground, however, he couldn't help but feel that he forgot something.
It didn't take him long to remember, though.
"Five in the morning?! Oh no..."
Dad always got up at around six. Maybe a little earlier. And he always woke him and mom up shortly after that.
He needed to get home now.
How long did it take him to get here on foot? Three hours, give or take. If he ran, he could make it in time. Would he do so without using his speed and getting caught on cameras somewhere along the way? The chances of him getting reported for unsanctioned Quirk usage were low. But was it worth the risk?
Wait, a train! He could get to the train station and go from there. Where was the nearest one, though? Did he have his card?
No, he didn't.
He wracked his brain but couldn't come up with a solution. And every minute spent thinking was a minute lost.
After five more minutes, there was only one option he had left.
He knew how to fly and fly fast. He also knew how to land. He could get down somewhere in the alley a few blocks away from home and sneak back in. It was a risk but one much smaller than the other options.
With his bag packed and his face concealed under the hood and a medical mask, Izuku soared through the sky.
And though his situation was far from perfect, he did so with a wide smile on his face. It wasn't the thrill of breaking the rules, thankfully. But the pride of knowing that he knew how to do this. One night and he was already flying like a hero!
If only locating his home was just as easy.
In order to lower the chances of someone seeing him, he tried to stay far away from the ground until he was close enough to home. But at his height, the streets and homes were all blended with each other to the point he had no idea which house was his.
Man, super-vision would be really useful right now.
He was about to check his phone for directions when he felt it.
The sudden and overwhelming sense of fatigue.
His vision blurred. His muscles slacked, the phone and the bag slipping out of his loose grip. His body grew heavy.
And then he fell towards the ground.
Head first.
-CRASH-
Hisashi's relationship with his father was always complicated.
The man raised him alone. And Hisashi would be a liar if he said that the man didn't do his best. He grew up with three meals a day, a warm bed and nice clothes. They weren't rich by any means. But they had enough thanks to his father.
When it came to emotional aspect of parenthood, however, the man kept a certain distance away from Hisashi. He wasn't neglected or abused by his father. But it was the distance that, no matter how much Hisashi tried, he simply couldn't cross.
They still kept in touch. They still talked. But the barrier between the two still remained. And Hisashi doubted that it would go away anytime soon. If it ever could.
Once he came of age, Hisashi promised himself that his family life would be different.
Despite how demanding his work at HPSC could be, he always made time for Inko and Izuku. He would do more than just provide for them. He would be there for them. Not because he tried to make up for his complicated relationship with his own father, though.
But because he loved them.
It was hard but it was worth it. He even refused an overseas assignment because he didn't want to be separated from his family for years.
He wanted to watch Izuku grow up into a man. He wanted to to be involved with his life. He wanted to be someone Izuku could trust.
And until this morning, he wanted to trust his son in return.
Waking up the sound of something crashing in the Bakugous's backyard was one thing. The concern for their neighbours' home turned into fear for their lives when Mitsuki cried out in terror and yelled at her husband to call for an ambulance.
He rushed outside, ready to provide first aid or any other form of assistance as needed.
What he couldn't have prepared himself for was finding Izuku lying unconscious in a small crater.
The rest couple of hours were a blur.
They rushed him into an ambulance. Then the emergency room. Inko made the calls to the school and their workplaces. All while Hisashi could just sit numbly and pray that Izuku would be okay.
His wife squeezed his hand tight, whispering the words of reassurance into his ear. Hisashi always loved when she did that. The way her voice could brighten his day with a simple greeting. The way her laughter made him feel like nothing was impossibly.
Right now, though, he couldn't hear a thing.
"Sir? Ma'am? Your son has woken up."
His body moved before he fully processed the nurse's words. He slammed the door open and barged inside, quickly finding his son on a hospital bed. The moment he saw them, Izuku's face took on the look of shame that Hisashi never saw before.
"I-I am so sorry," he whispered. "I didn't- I never thought that I-"
As Izuku started to mumbled his way through the apologies, a storm of emotions raged through Hisashi's heart.
Fear of what might have happened. Fear of what had happened.
Anger at himself. At his son. At his Quirk.
Relief and joy at seeing his son alive.
And worry.
So much worry.
"Why?" he asked tiredly. "Izuku, we agreed to wait until the results, didn't we?"
He tried to keep his voice soft. He tried to keep himself calm. He didn't want to turn this into a fight. He wanted to understand Izuku and why he did what he had.
"I am sorry. I am really, really sorry."
And that was all he said before hanging his head in shame.
"Izuku, please, look at me," he placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Please, we need to talk about this."
"I am really sorry, da-"
"I know," he interrupted. "I know that you are sorry, Izuku. But this is not what we need to talk about right now."
"I promise, it won't happen again."
He wanted to believe this.
He really did.
"You promised you would wait until the results came."
But he couldn't.
"I am sorry."
Not after finding he fell from god knows what height.
"Please, just explain-!"
"I am sorry, I really am!"
"Then why won't you tell me-!"
"I told you, I won't do thi-!"
"You could've died, Izuku!"
His Quirk activated on an impulse. It was fuelled by his anger, fear and frustration. He felt it seconds before the flames erupted from his mouth.
He turned away just in time to avoid hitting Izuku.
"You could have died..."
Hisashi leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy and spent.
Izuku approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Dad... I am fine," he put on the happy face, wiping off the tears. He showed off his arms and bare chest. "See? Not even a scratch."
"That is not the point," Hisashi shook his head. He was happy that his son was alright. Much less so at seeing him so flippant about his own health. "You didn't know you could take a fall like that."
"B-But I did, didn't I?"
"And what if you didn't?" Hisashi challenged. "What if that spot of your skull landed on just happened to be your one weakness? What if your body was invulnerable but your internal organs weren't?"
Izuku frowned.
"This isn't fair."
"Neither is breaking the promise you made."
"I couldn't just sit and wait and do nothing, okay?"
"So you just decided to risk your life like that? What were you even doing so far in the air?"
He could feel the tensions rise as both of them refused to back off.
Hisashi knew what he looked like to his son. He knew that but still pushed on.
If he had to, Hisashi would be the tyrant. And if his son ended up hating him, he would accept that as long as Izuku was alive to hate him.
"Heroes have to take risks. I have to train," Izuku pressed on. "I-I have ten years of training to catch up on!"
"You should've said something then," Hisashi sighed. "If you didn't want to wait, we could come up with something else. But you chose to sneak out instead? Why?"
"I don't know."
"Yes, you do. Izuku, we need to discuss this right now."
"Dad, please," Izuku covered his face. "I really don't know why I did this, okay? I promise, I won't do this again."
"You already-"
"Enough!"
The two of them turned to Inko, broken out of their fight by her sudden cry. She was crying.
"Mom..."
"Inko, I-"
She shook her head.
"This is all my fault," she whispered. The two of them hurried to assure her that it was not. "No, you don't understand. I-"
She took their hands in hers.
"I need to tell you the truth."
The truth?
What was she talking about?
"I need to tell you the truth," she lowered her head in shame. Her voice dropped to a whisper.. "About who I really am."
She looked at the door.
"But not here."
She let go of their hands, leaving the two in silence. The doctors checked Izuku for any injuries. They said it was a miracle he had none. Eventually, the hospital let him return home with the scheduled visits for further check-ups.
They returned home late in the evening and found Inko waiting for them in the kitchen.
And with her first sentence, Hisashi knew that his family would never be the same again.
-I-
"I come from the planet of Viltrum."
Mom's voice was soothing and calm. Her tone, though, rejected any possibility that this was a joke.
"It's a cool blue oasis alone in a solar system much like this one," She smiled softly, eyes briefly looking past them into the night sky. "It is the world without hunger, disease or war. A utopia. Or the closest thing we got."
She watched their expressions. Perhaps, she was waiting for them to ask her something.
Neither dad nor Izuku did, though.
"Our people, Viltrumites, are very similar to humans. But there is one key difference," she took his hand and gently squeezed it. "Every Viltrumite is born with powers. Flight, enhanced strength, speed and durability."
His eyes widened in shock. So his powers were not a Quirk, then.
He was an alien. A half-alien, to be precise.
"But if you ask me, the greatest power we had was the power of unity. While the other planets were engaged in internal conflicts and wars, we chose to focus on the common good of our world. We used out natural gifts to advance our science and technology. In just a few short centuries, we were able to achieve the world where everyone could live happy."
"Sounds like an amazing place," dad whispered. "Almost too good to be true."
"We weren't without out faults," mom admitted with a small chuckle. "But we weren't content to simply sit around and revel in our world's accomplishments. We wanted to help the worlds around us. All of them."
"You mean like the Guardians of the Globe?" Izuku questioned. "Or pro heroes?"
"Something like that. But bigger," she smiled. "It was the High Council's unanimous decision that our people would help the others achieve the same utopian society we had. We should share our technology and use our powers for the good of the less developed worlds. Shortly after that, the World Betterment Committee was formed."
She smiled proudly.
"As soon as I came of age, I joined the research committee. My job was to locate the worlds in need and identify the problems we could help with. Some worlds needed help with their environment. Others were suffering from invaders or other hostile forces. My job was to assess the situation and propose the workable solutions. And though I never set my foot on the worlds myself, I like to think that I still did a lot of good."
It sounded like the work of the support system for the heroes. They did the similar work to help the pro heroes with crises and villains.
"On my third year at the job, I discovered Earth," mom smiled at the two of them. "It was a world unlike anything I've ever seen before. Despite the millions of miles between us and my nonexistent experience, I wanted to come here and study this world myself. I was in the middle of preparing my report on it and then..."
She paused, turning her gaze away from them for a few long seconds.
"Mom?"
"Inko? Are you okay?" dad placed his hand on top of hers. "What happened?"
"... We were atacked," she said, on the verge of tears. "They unleashed some kind of biological weapon across the planet."
She looked at her hands. They were shaking.
"I was on my way to hand in my report on Earth when I fell. I never felt so weak in my entire life. I crashed into the ground. Everything hurt. It was the first time that I've bled in years... And then... Then..." she swallowed hard. "The others started falling, too."
Dad hugged mom close as she sobbed into his chest.
"The weapon- The virus," he corrected herself. "It took away our powers. It made us so weak. Too weak to do anything but fall... and die."
"But why?" Izuku questioned. The idea of someone doing this to an entire world... He didn't want to believe someone would do this. "You were helping the worlds. You were heroes! So why would anyone do this to you?"
She smiled through the tears.
"We were," she choked. "But that doesn't mean we didn't have enemies. And in our work across the galaxies, we have made a lot of them. Heroes aren't immune to the consequences of their actions, Izuku. Even if those actions are done with good intentions."
He turned to dad, wondering if that was true for the heroes on Earth.
"I try not to bring this up at home. But it is quite true for the pro heroes as well. Stopping villains and criminals is a right thing. But that doesn't mean that the villains see it the same way. To them, heroes are an enemy because they prevent them from doing what they want," dad admitted before turning back to mom. "But how did you end up here?"
She took a few moments to compose herself.
"I was close enough to the World Betterment Committee. They had the teleporters we would send use when one of our worlds was in urgent need of help. I crawled towards one of them... And then... Then I..." Izuku wrapped his around her, wanting to comfort her. "I ran away. I left my own people to die while I ran away."
"Inko, you couldn't have done anything."
"Y-Yes," Izuku agreed. "Mom, please, don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong."
They spend the next hour comforting mom. She always seemed so strong. So kind and warm that Izuku never even considered that she had such past.
A part of him wanted to believe that this was some kind of a dream but it wasn't.
His mom suffered through the tragedy he couldn't even imagine.
"I woke up here. Still weak. Still sick. But I wasn't dying anymore. Earth was too far from any of the outposts I could contact. And with my powers gone, all I could do was try and learn about this world. I wanted to find a way to get back home. I spent several years trying to figure out a way to contact any of the survivors. And finally, I managed to do that."
Her head sunk.
"Our world was gone. All of our people were gone. The only message I received was that of the unknown attacker declaring the end of Viltrum and its people."
"B-But how?" Izuku asked. "Nobody came to help them?"
"Maybe they did. But if the enemy was able to take down the entire planet of Viltrum, the chances that the worlds that relied on us managed to defeat that enemy are pretty small. In the end, I found myself alone. The last daughter of Viltrum, stranded on the world galaxies away and stripped of her powers for good."
She squeezed dad's hand.
"That's when I met you, Hisashi," she smiled happily. "You don't realize it but you saved me. You taught me how to live again. How to want to live again."
"I-I really didn't," dad shook his head. "Inko, please, don't say things like that."
"But it's true!" she protested. "You showed me how great life on Earth could be. I am sorry that I never told you the truth. I was just so afraid of losing you if you learned that I was an alien. I- "
"I would never do that," he reassured mom. "Inko, alien or not, I would always love you."
"I-I know," she sobbed. "I couldn't lose anyone after what happened to Viltrum. To my people."
The two shared a kiss before remembering that he was nearby.
Though Izuku didn't have it in him to feign disgust. Not when he just learned all that mom had gone through.
"I accepted that my life as a Viltrumite was over. It hurt. It still does. But having you two in my life helped me move on. I was happy to spend the rest of my life as Inko Midoriya, a loving wife and mother," she looked at Izuku's hands. "And then you awakened your powers, Izuku."
"I am so-"
"Don't apologize," she shook her head. "You didn't know. Nor did you ask for them. And while it reminds me of the past, I don't want my memories to hold you back from your future."
She got back up and led the two of them into the living room.
"If it were up to me, I would be happy if you could live without knowing where you and I really come from," She set down a thing palm-sized disk of white metal on the table. "I would be happy if you remained a normal kid and led a normal life."
She slid it across the table towards him. It felt warm in his hand.
"I don't know if the enemies of Viltrum are still out there," she said. "Maybe they are. Maybe they are not. What I do know is that you having these powers changes things for all of us, Izuku. Even if there is no one out there looking for Viltrumites anymore, these powers might be more than Earth is ready for."
He looked at the symbol on the disk, wondering just what it meant.
"We can still live a normal life," she offered. "Just because you have these powers doesn't mean that you must use them, Izuku."
Izuku continued to stare at the symbol.
"But what I want to?" He asked. "Mom. Dad. Both of you raised me to help those in need. You always told me that it was the good and the right thing."
"We did," dad nodded. "But Izuku, there are limits to what a single person can handle. And we are worried that you might take on more responsibility than a kid your age should."
"I know. I know that you are worried. I know that you are only worried because you love me," he pressed the disc against his chest. It felt right. "But I still want to use these powers to be a hero."
Perhaps, he was being naive. Childish, even. But Izuku knew that if he gave up now and agreed to live the life hiding his powers, he could never truly forgive himself. He didn't want to just ignore cries for help and live knowing he could have done something about them.
He had these powers for a reason. And maybe it was to bring back the legacy of Viltrumites that had been lost.
"So this is your final answer, Izuku?"
"Yes, mom."
Whatever happened now, he was ready to face it.
"Heh," dad chuckled. "I guess we have no choice but to support you then."
Izuku looked up. Did he hear that right?
"You are going to do this whether we like it or not," the man rolled his eyes jokingly. "Then the best thing we can do is help guide you. But no more lies and broken promises, son. Okay?"
Yes.
No more of that.
"Thank you, dad!" he then turned to his other parent. "Mom? Is that really alright with you?"
He could see tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"Not completely," she said honestly. "But like Hisashi said, it is our job as parents to support you. And I will do everything I can to help you."
The future was uncertain. But as long as he had mom and dad, Izuku knew that he could face whatever the world would throw at him.
"If your mind is set on being a hero, Izuku, then let's start with a suit."
Mom took the disc back and placed it firmly against his chest.
"Ahem" she cleared her throat. "One standard operations uniform."
Before either of them could ask who she was talking to, the disc let out a low humming sound before sticking to his chest. He saw tiny grey and white dots crawl out of it and spread across his body. He could feel them pull and tug at the threads of his clothes, cutting and resewing them in seconds. They even got to his sneakers!
In less than a minute, his clothes were gone.
No.
Not gone.
Remade.
"Well, what do you think?"
He looked at his reflection in the room's mirror. The suit felt light and cool on his skin. But in an oddly comfortable way. The fabric felt stronger, too. As strong as him, in fact.
Plain white and grey wasn't exactly his thing. He didn't hate it, though.
He could get used it.
And it certainly went well with the symbol on his chest.
"How are you feeling, Izuku?"
He smiled back at mom.
"Like a hero."
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