Author's forewords
Before we begin, I would like to take this moment to express my gratitude for visiting this story. If you are coming here from my previous version (Limitless – The Strongest Hero), welcome to the revised and, hopefully, improved version. If you are new and have not read the older version, welcome to you as well, dear friends. And no, you do not have to read the previous one. Hopefully, you will enjoy this one more.
The story is also up on AO3, if you want to read it there.
(The following paragraphs are directed towards those who have read the older version. If you are a new reader, please feel free to skip this section and proceed directly to the story.)
Before you delve into the story, I would like to inform you that I have made some changes while keeping the core elements the same. The notable changes include: the doctors attempt to explain Izuku's quirk and the science behind it, the HPSC agents do not offer money to Inko but instead offer to train Izuku, and a small scene towards the end.
As the author, I encourage you to continue with the story from the beginning. However, it is entirely up to you how you wish to approach it. If you prefer, you can skip directly to the last section of the story, titled "That midnight...". This section is the part I have added as an extra.
Regardless of your choice, I hope these changes enhance your reading experience. I have provided this heads-up to ensure you are not disappointed with the alterations.
Now, let us proceed with the story.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Beginning of the End
No one can pinpoint precisely when it began, but speculation places the genesis nearly two centuries ago. On that fateful day, the world was stunned by news of the birth of a mysterious, luminous infant in a bustling Chinese city.
The report spread like wildfire, drawing scientists and researchers from every corner of the globe to investigate this inexplicable phenomenon. Samples taken from the child revealed a peculiar strand of DNA embedded within its cellular structure. Further study confirmed that this unique genetic code was the source of the astonishing occurrence.
Soon thereafter, reports of people displaying bizarre abilities began to surface worldwide. Some could conjure blocks of ice to shield themselves; others could move objects with their minds; and still others exhibited powers even stranger. Scientists quickly identified the same unique DNA strand in each of these individuals, linking it to the emergence of these extraordinary capabilities.
As time wore on, the extraordinary became commonplace, and these new abilities were coined with a simple, definitive term: Quirks.
However, the emergence of Quirks ushered in a new era of possibilities. Dreams materialized into reality, and what was once relegated to the realm of fantasy became an everyday occurrence. Celebrated on screens, these abilities now breathed life into reality.
With the proliferation of Quirks, the order and law enforced by the world's governments began to crumble. Criminals, newly empowered, were reclassified as Villains. The balance of power shifted, and the world teetered on the brink of chaos.
To counter the rising threat, governments worldwide united to form a formidable organization—a group tasked with combating the influx of villains and restoring order. This elite force would stand as a beacon of justice, delivering retribution to the wronged and upholding the fragile peace.
They would be known simply as Heroes.
Among these heroes emerged individuals who epitomized the very essence of heroism. But none shone brighter than the man who would become the 'Symbol of Peace.' His name was All Might.
However, this is not his tale.
This is the story of Izuku Midoriya.
The boy destined to become the Greatest Hero of them all.
"Don't do this, Kacchan," a green-haired boy pleaded, his voice shaking as he stood protectively in front of another boy.
"What the hell, Deku!" a spiky blonde-haired boy snarled, fury evident in his eyes. "Get out of my way!"
"I-I can't do that, Kacchan," the green-haired boy stammered, his legs trembling but his stance resolute. "I can't let you bully him like that."
"Oi, Deku! Are you really gonna take a beating for him?" one of Bakugo's lackeys sneered, his lips curled in a smug grin.
"Y-Yes," the green-haired boy replied, glancing nervously around the deserted park, his heart pounding in his chest. "Because that's what a hero would do."
Bakugo growled, his eyes narrowing as small sparks began to dance on his hands. "Oi, you shitty nerd, you still going on about being a hero?"
Deku gulped, fear constricting his throat, but he held his ground. "Yes. I want to be a hero."
Bakugo threw his head back and laughed mockingly. "As if a quirkless nobody like you would ever become a Hero!" He then glanced past Deku and smirked. "Look behind you, Deku! That boy you wanted to save has already run away!"
Izuku turned to see that the boy had indeed fled. He looked back at Bakugo, who was now wearing a menacing smirk.
"Maybe you need a little reminder of your place, shitty Deku!" Bakugo spat, small explosions detonating in his palms.
The green-haired boy closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught. This was not new to him. This was a day-to-day occurrence in his life now. He had tried to tell the teachers but they could care less. Every time Bakugo and his lackeys tormented him, the teachers would turn a blind eye, as if Izuku's suffering didn't concern them. As if he was not their responsibility.
If the teachers did nothing, what could he expect in an empty park? He knew no one was coming to save him. No hero. No teacher. No adult. Just like every other time, he would go home battered and bruised, pretending he had fallen or tripped to avoid worrying his mother.
And so, the green-haired little boy waited, eyes shut tight, for the searing pain of Bakugo's explosions.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited a little more.
But nothing happened. Izuku felt no pain. Had he become so accustomed to suffering that he no longer registered it? It wouldn't be surprising, given the countless mini-explosions he'd endured.
"WHAT THE HELL, DEKU!"
Izuku flinched at Bakugo's sudden outburst, his eyes snapping open to meet the blonde's fiery gaze.
"Why the hell can't I touch you!?" Bakugo bellowed, his palm crackling with uncontrolled energy.
"W-What?" Izuku stammered, barely above a whisper.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, the explosions in his hands growing more violent. He lunged at Izuku, his palm mere inches from the younger boy's face.
But Izuku was rooted to the spot, frozen in fear. This was the first time Bakugo had aimed for his head. Was Bakugo really trying to kill him?
Time seemed to slow for Izuku. As Bakugo's hand drew closer, Izuku could see the energy around it—a volatile, crackling force ready to explode. Suddenly, his awareness expanded. In that fleeting moment, he became acutely aware of every detail in the park—the bird perched on a distant branch, the swing swaying gently in the breeze.
He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that if he didn't act, Bakugo would leave him forever scarred. With every fiber of his being, Izuku wished for something, anything, to protect him.
And his wish was granted.
As Bakugo's hand neared Izuku's face, he let out an explosion powerful enough to shatter a rock. But to everyone's disbelief, the blast halted mere inches from Izuku's face, splitting in two directions as if striking an invisible barrier.
Izuku stared in astonishment while Bakugo and his lackeys gaped in shock. It was as if some unseen force had erected an impenetrable shield before Izuku's face.
Bakugo's face contorted into a vicious snarl. "WHAT THE HELL, DEKU!?" he roared. "Just stand down and take the beating, you bastard!" He released another explosion, this time aimed squarely at Izuku's chest, but found he couldn't get close enough. The explosion detonated harmlessly, unable to reach its target.
Just then, Izuku sensed a presence entering his perception. He could feel—no, see—that the figure was male, with strange particles in his eyes, which looked dry and devoid of sleep.
While Izuku struggled to comprehend how he sensed the man's presence, Bakugo continued his desperate attempts to lay hands on him. Realizing his explosions were futile, Bakugo unleashed an animalistic roar and threw a punch aimed at Izuku's chest. But his eyes widened in shock as his fist halted mere inches from Izuku's body. He strained to move it further, but his hand refused to budge. The most baffling part was that he didn't feel any barrier; it was as if his hand simply could not touch Izuku. His fist hung suspended in midair, powerless.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, his gaze shifting upward to meet Izuku's eyes. For the third time that day, his eyes widened in shock. The green eyes that usually held fear and uncertainty now stared back at him with an unfamiliar intensity. The eyes that Bakugo had grown accustomed to seeing filled with subservience and dread now burned with a strange new resolve.
Instead, a pair of eyes like emeralds stared back at him—shining, fiery, and unlike anything Bakugo had ever seen from Izuku. These eyes held an intensity that unnerved him, a glint that seemed to pierce through him, judging his very soul.
Something was wrong with Izuku's eyes, and Bakugo didn't like it one bit.
"Hey, what are you kids doing?" a deep, authoritative voice called out from the entrance of the park.
The strange force field seemed to dissipate, and Bakugo immediately jerked his hand back, turning on his heels to flee in the opposite direction. He wanted no part of whoever had spoken—there were more pressing matters to address.
Izuku glanced toward the park's entrance. A man with dark hair and bandages haphazardly wrapped around his shoulder was approaching him. As if the last of his energy had been sapped, Izuku's eyes fluttered shut, and he tumbled backward. Instead of hitting the hard ground, he felt something comforting, something warm envelop him. He instinctively nuzzled closer to the warmth, allowing himself to drift into unconsciousness.
As Izuku lay there, his mind wandered to a distant memory, one he had long forgotten.
(Flashback)
Izuku Midoriya was a bright and spirited four-year-old boy, his eyes glowing with an eager, infectious enthusiasm. His dark green hair and vibrant green eyes danced with a light that seemed to outshine the sun itself. Izuku's dream was singular and passionate—to become a Hero.
He currently sat in the doctor's office, his mother, Inko Midoriya, perched anxiously beside him. Inko was beautiful, her green hair cascading down her shoulders, her figure a testament to the envy of many women her age. However, her usual radiance was overshadowed by a creeping sense of apprehension—a feeling she hadn't experienced in years.
Izuku, oblivious to his mother's tension, bounced excitedly in his seat. Today was his fourth birthday, the age at which most children's quirks manifested. Inko had brought him to the hospital for a check-up, hoping to discover the nature of his quirk.
"Mom, do you think I'll have an awesome quirk?" Izuku asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Inko managed a strained smile, one that Izuku, in his excitement, failed to notice. "Of course, honey. I'm sure you'll be amazing," she replied, the hollowness in her words palpable.
Izuku's exuberance only grew as he continued to fidget in his chair, unaware of the heaviness settling in his mother's heart. Suddenly, the door to the office swung open, and the doctor entered, his face etched with a grim expression. Inko's worry deepened as she watched the doctor take his seat, carefully avoiding their gaze.
"D-Doctor, is everything alright?" Inko asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Hey, Doctor, can you tell me what my quirk is?" Izuku interjected, his voice bursting with hope and excitement. "Is it something amazing like All Might's?"
The doctor frowned, rubbing his forehead as if to ward off an impending headache. "I don't know what to say," he murmured, his eyes fixed on the stack of papers before him. The office fell silent, the weight of the doctor's words hanging heavily in the air.
Izuku's smile faltered slightly as the doctor paused. Even though he was a child, he could sense the hesitation in the doctor's voice.
The doctor sighed and continued, "I mean, young Midoriya here has every indication of possessing a quirk. But for some reason, it has yet to activate as it normally should."
Izuku's smile vanished completely this time. "B-But…" He tried to argue, but words failed him.
"D-Doctor, does that mean he can still awaken his quirk?" Inko pleaded, desperation seeping into her voice. "I-I mean, everyone his age has already awakened their quirks."
The doctor nodded. "Well, he should be able to awaken his quirk. You see, most people with quirks have only one joint in their pinky toe." He pulled out an X-ray sheet and displayed it to them. "Your son also possesses this trait, which should mean that he has a quirk. So, we proceeded with a quick check on his genes, and we found the necessary genetic material for a quirk. From the looks of it, his quirk is still dormant. It wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened. Maybe his quirk needs some form of trigger to awaken."
Izuku stared at the doctor, wide-eyed, his body trembling. "D-Does that mean I-I can still be a hero?" he managed to ask, his voice shaking.
"Yes, kid." The doctor replied with a comforting smile. "You just need to wait for your quirk to awaken."
Izuku could no longer hold back his emotions, and tears began to stream down his cheeks. The doctor's words carried a mix of hope and heartache, a vague promise amidst a crushing reality. Inko, sensing her son's turmoil, pulled him close, offering what little comfort she could in the face of such uncertain news. She nodded gratefully at the doctor, gathered Izuku in her arms, and left the room, his small hands gripping her blouse tightly.
As the mother-son duo reached home, Inko gently set Izuku down. She hated seeing him so dejected. It had been a long time since she'd seen him this disappointed. "Izuku dear, why don't you go and wash yourself. I'll prepare your favorite dish for dinner," she said softly.
Izuku didn't respond, merely nodding as he shuffled towards the bathroom.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Inko's heart shattered further as she watched Izuku eat mechanically, like a robot. She had prepared his favorite dish, something that usually cheered him up, but today even that seemed to fall short.
After finishing his meal, Izuku quietly placed his dishes in the sink, like he always did. He murmured a goodnight to his mother and trudged towards his room.
Inko washed the dishes, her mind heavy with worry. As she was about to retire to her own room, she heard muffled sounds coming from Izuku's room. She walked towards his door, opening it as gently as she could. The sight that greeted her filled her eyes with tears.
Izuku was sitting in front of his computer, watching videos of All Might. He turned slowly, likely having noticed her through the monitor's reflection.
"M-Mom, c-can I be a hero?" Izuku asked, his voice trembling. "C-Can I be l-like All Might?"
Inko tried to hold back her tears. She wanted to tell Izuku that he could be a hero, a great hero. But she also knew the life of a hero—the dangers and sacrifices it entailed. As a mother, she could never willingly send her child into such peril.
So, she did the only thing she could. She rushed to her son and enveloped him in a tight embrace, letting her tears flow freely. "Yes. Yes, Izuku. You can. You can be a hero," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
(Flashback end)
Izuku's eyes flickered open, immediately squeezing shut against the harsh glare of the sun. He raised a trembling arm to shield his face and pushed himself upright with the other, sitting up slowly. Confusion clouded his mind as he surveyed his surroundings. He found himself sprawled on a park bench, the early morning light casting long, dancing shadows across the dew-kissed grass.
"Ah, seems like you're finally awake. Took you long enough." The dry voice cut through Izuku's haze, snapping him to full alertness.
He turned to find a man sitting at the foot of the bench, nonchalantly sipping from a juice box. The man's long, black shaggy hair framed a stern face marked by red-rimmed eyes and dark circles—signs of prolonged sleeplessness. Bandages were loosely wrapped around his neck, and he wore dark, utilitarian clothes.
Izuku flinched as the man turned his head, meeting his gaze with an unsettling intensity.
"My name is Shouta Aizawa." The man's voice was devoid of any emotion, his introduction delivered with an air of indifference. "Care to tell me what was going on back there?"
Izuku shifted uneasily on the bench. "T-Thanks for looking after me," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I—I don't know what you're talking about."
He averted his gaze, feeling the weight of Aizawa's scrutiny. The man's eyes bore into him, as if dissecting every fiber of his being.
"You know, I am a hero," Aizawa stated, his tone unchanged. "You shouldn't be lying to me."
"You… You're a hero?" Izuku asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I—I have never heard of you."
Aizawa shrugged dismissively. "Understandable. I never really cared for publicity."
"O—Oh…" Izuku stammered, at a loss for words.
"Now, are you going to tell me what was going on?" Aizawa pressed, his gaze unyielding.
Izuku hesitated, his fingers knotting together nervously. "K-Kacchan and I w-were just playing," he finished, avoiding Aizawa's penetrating stare.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. He had witnessed a brief interaction between Izuku and the blonde boy, and it was clear to him that their exchange was far from playful. Despite his desire to help, he knew there was little he could do if the boy refused to confide in him.
Aizawa released a weary sigh, his eyes sweeping over Izuku's small, trembling frame. "Alright, let's bring you home," he said, standing up.
Izuku nodded and jumped off the bench, aligning himself beside Aizawa as they walked toward his home. The sun bathed the path in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows that danced around their feet.
While they walked, Aizawa glanced at the boy from the corner of his eye. He had noticed Izuku's use of his quirk back in the park. From his keen observation, it seemed like some sort of barrier quirk—rare and intriguing. Aizawa had a sense that there was more to Izuku's quirk than met the eye, a hidden potential lurking beneath the surface of apparent simplicity.
He noticed Izuku fidgeting, a nervous energy radiating from the boy. Aizawa knew the signs all too well; the kid wanted to ask questions but lacked the courage to do so.
"You want to ask something," Aizawa stated in a bored tone, his eyes fixed ahead. "Go on then."
Izuku hesitated, his voice small and uncertain. "I-uh… You said you were a hero, right? What is your hero name?"
"I don't think you'll know about me, but I go by the name Eraserhead."
Izuku's eyes widened with astonishment, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Wait! You are Eraserhead?" he cried out, his voice filled with awe and fascination.
Aizawa looked at the boy, surprised by his reaction. "You know me, kid?"
"Of course, I know you," Izuku replied, his enthusiasm barely contained. "You're the underground hero, Eraserhead. The hero who works in the dark and has owned the shadows like no one else. You're like Batman just without the money."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, impressed. For a boy who appeared no older than five to know about underground heroes was something else. "Impressive. You must be a fanboy then."
Izuku laughed sheepishly. "Yeah. I mean, I like to learn about heroes."
"You must be aiming to be a hero then?" Aizawa asked, glancing at Izuku from the corner of his eyes.
Izuku's enthusiastic smile faded into a melancholic one. "Yeah. I do want to become a hero. But I don't know how I can be a hero without a quirk."
Aizawa blinked, taken aback. "What are you talking about? Didn't you use your quirk back there at the park?"
Izuku's eyes widened slowly in realization. "Oh my god! I completely forgot about that!" he cried out, holding his head with his hands.
Aizawa released a tired sigh. "You do realize that using your quirk in public is strictly prohibited by the law."
"I-I know," Izuku stuttered. "B-But I d-did not have a quirk before today."
Aizawa stared at the boy beside him, his brows furrowing slightly. "How old are you?"
"Five," Izuku replied, his voice barely audible.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Interesting. So, you awakened your quirk today?"
"Y-Yeah."
"I see. A late bloomer, then, huh."
Soon, they found themselves standing in front of an apartment complex. Aizawa noted that the neighborhood was surprisingly calm and pleasant—a stark contrast to the rougher parts of the city he was accustomed to. 'Maybe I can find an apartment here,' he mused to himself.
Izuku led the way up to the third floor and stopped in front of a well-maintained door. He knocked softly, and a few moments later, a woman in her late twenties opened it. She had the same green hair as Izuku, though hers was straighter and more elegantly styled. Aizawa found her exceptionally beautiful, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
"Izuku, you're home," the woman said with a warm smile, her eyes moving to Aizawa as her smile never faded. "And you've brought a guest."
"Yeah! Mom, this is the underground hero I was talking about that day. He's Eraserhead," Izuku exclaimed, pointing excitedly at Aizawa.
"Izuku, pointing fingers at others is bad manners," the woman gently scolded, her voice firm yet kind. She turned her attention to Aizawa. "How can I help you, Mr. Eraserhead?"
Aizawa shook his head, maintaining his monotone. "No, no, it's alright. I found him unconscious in the park and looked after him."
Inko's smile faded, replaced by concern. "Unconscious?" She looked down at her son, worry etched on her face. "What happened, Izu-chan?"
Izuku averted his gaze, shifting uncomfortably. "I-I just fell unconscious. And Mr. Eraserhead found me."
Inko's expression softened with gratitude as she turned back to Aizawa. "Thank you, Mr. Eraserhead. I am extremely grateful."
Aizawa observed Izuku, noticing how his earlier vibrant energy had diminished, replaced by a nervous, fidgeting demeanor. The boy seemed to be avoiding the subject, even in front of his mother. Aizawa turned his gaze towards Inko, who was still smiling warmly at her son.
"It would seem that your son has awakened his quirk today," Aizawa said, deciding to alleviate the boy's discomfort.
"Yeah! Yeah! Mom! I finally awakened my quirk," Izuku exclaimed, his spirit momentarily reignited.
"That's great, Izuku-chan! Why don't you go inside and wash your hands? We'll go to the doctor after we eat lunch," Inko suggested, her voice filled with a mix of relief and excitement.
"Okay!" Izuku dashed inside, leaving Aizawa and Inko alone.
"Quite the hyperactive child you have there," Aizawa commented, eliciting a knowing smile from Inko.
"I can't deny that. He's always been quite active and cheerful," she replied, her smile fading as she turned serious. "Now, Mr. Eraserhead, if you don't mind me asking, can you please tell me everything that happened?"
Aizawa hesitated, contemplating whether to reveal the day's events. He knew Izuku was avoiding the topic, but he was also curious as to why. Inko sighed, her expression melancholic.
"For the past year, I've noticed something odd about Izuku. Every day he comes home with dirty clothes. When I ask, he says he fell while playing. Sometimes, he comes home with bruises. No matter how many times I ask, he just avoids answering," she confessed, her voice laden with worry.
'So, bullying, huh?' Aizawa mused to himself. He nodded absently and asked, "Do you know someone named Kacchan?"
Inko looked taken aback. "Kacchan? You mean Katsuki? Why?"
"So, you do know him. Can you tell me where his house is?"
Inko hesitated, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Um, yes, I do know where his house is. But why do you want to know that?"
Aizawa stared at her blankly for a few seconds before confessing, "I saw him using his quirk on your son in the park."
Inko's eyes widened in shock. "A-Are you serious? Y-You didn't misunderstand, did you?"
Aizawa shook his head. "I heard it quite clearly. But your shock is worrying."
"Katsuki…" Inko uttered, a mixture of disbelief and pain in her voice. "He is my best friend's son. I thought he and my son were best friends."
'Well, shit,' Aizawa cursed silently. 'I may have just stepped into a very dangerous situation.' He thought before saying, "Something must have happened between them. Something that only your son can explain."
"I-I can't believe it." Inko's eyes widened, her mouth agape with shock. "Why would he do something like that?"
"I am curious to know that too," Aizawa said softly, his voice laced with a degree of concern. "Now, if you could tell me about his address."
Inko hesitated, her gaze drifting downward as if searching for answers in the patterns of the floor. "Well, he lives down the street. In a yellow house. House number 53."
"Thanks. I'll leave you alone," Aizawa replied, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the volatility of the situation.
Inko looked up sharply, worry furrowing her brow. "What are you going to do?"
Aizawa turned to her, his expression thoughtful. "This situation can be tricky. If it were an adult, he would be arrested for using his quirk in public. But we're dealing with a child and a bullying case. At best, he will be sent to rehab until he fixes his behavior, and at worst, he will be barred from becoming a Hero. Especially with all the reforms that are taking place in the Hero society."
Inko nodded, a look of understanding and gratitude crossing her features. "Have a good day, Mrs. Midoriya," Aizawa said, turning away.
"You too, Mr. Eraserhead," she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and concern as she watched the hero walk away.
Three Days later…
Izuku sat in his classroom, a wide, irrepressible grin plastered across his face. It had been there since the moment he woke up, and it refused to fade. Today was a day unlike any other in Izuku's life—the day he would finally learn the nature of his quirk. The anticipation gnawed at him, a mix of excitement and anxiety churning in his stomach.
After lunch, Izuku and his mother found themselves back in the same doctor's office they had visited a year ago. The doctor led Izuku to a testing lab where a team of physicians conducted a series of exhaustive tests. By the end of the day, however, no conclusive result had been reached.
Usually, quirk results were declared almost immediately, and in rare cases, within a day. But for some inexplicable reason, Izuku's quirk eluded the doctors. They were summoned back the next day for more tests, and the day after that. Finally, the doctors promised that Izuku's quirk would be revealed the following day.
The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Students began packing their bags, their chatter filling the air. Izuku hurriedly stuffed his books into his bag, his heart pounding with anticipation. Just as he was about to rush out of the classroom, Bakugo stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"So, Deku, have you found out what your quirk is yet?" Bakugo asked, his voice laced with mockery.
Izuku shifted nervously, his eyes flicking away from Bakugo's penetrating gaze. "U-Uh. Not yet, Kacchan. But the doctors said I would get the results today."
Bakugo sneered, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. "Did you hear that, guys? Deku will get his quirk today! After three days! Looks like your quirk is so pathetic that even the doctors don't want to tell you what it is."
One of Bakugo's lackeys chimed in, a harsh laugh echoing through the room. "As if Deku would ever have a useful quirk."
"T-That's not nice, Kacchan," Izuku stammered, his voice barely audible.
Bakugo's eyes narrowed, a menacing growl edging his words. "Oh yeah? You're the one who snitched on me, you dumbass. Do you know how humiliated I was when a fucking pro hero came to my house and told my parents I was bullying you?"
Izuku's eyes widened in shock. "B-but I didn't say anything! You have to believe me!"
"Believe you?" Bakugo scoffed. "As if I would believe a liar like you, you bastard!"
"I'm not lying!" Izuku insisted, his voice rising with desperation.
Bakugo sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "Whatever. I'm out of here. Not that spending time with you will do me any good." He paused, his gaze hardening. "Because of you, I have to attend rehab and disciplinary classes. FUCK! I want to kill you!"
Izuku flinched, the words cutting deep. Bakugo's lackeys laughed harder, their cruel laughter echoing through the room.
Bakugo snorted and waved a dismissive hand. "I'll tell you this, Deku—you'll never be a hero!" With that, he turned and strode out of the room, his lackeys trailing behind him.
Izuku stood frozen, tears welling up in his eyes. The students around him looked at him with pity, but none of them said a word. Izuku sniffed and wiped his eyes furiously.
'No! I won't cry today. Today is the big day,' Izuku thought to himself as he dashed out of the classroom, heading straight for the school's main gate.
There, his mother stood waiting for him. Inko smiled warmly, opening the car door to let him in. They drove to the hospital in silence, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air.
A few minutes later, they found themselves sitting in the doctor's office. The doctor entered, looking harried as he laid the files back on the table. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.
"Um, Doctor. About the quirk…" Inko trailed off as the doctor let out a nervous chuckle.
"I… I must say, Miss Midoriya, young Izuku here is truly a once-in-a-generation case," the doctor said, his nerves evident.
"What do you mean, Doctor?" Inko asked, hope shining in her eyes.
The doctor sighed, shuffling through the documents. "I'll be honest with you. Last year, when you came for the quirk identification and Izuku's quirk did not awaken, I assumed that his quirk was too weak to show up."
Izuku felt a pang of dread. "D-Does that mean my quirk is w-weak?" He asked nervously, fearing that Bakugo might have been right after all.
The doctor chuckled. "Weak? If Izuku's quirk is weak, then every other quirk is just useless."
"W-What do you mean, Doctor?" Inko's brows furrowed in confusion.
"The easiest way to explain Izuku's quirk is that he is a living, walking mathematical and scientific paradox," the doctor said, wiping his forehead again.
"That's supposed to be easy to understand?" Inko deadpanned, shooting the doctor a skeptical look.
The doctor laughed awkwardly. "Uh, I'm quite sure you've heard of the Zeno Paradox, also known as the Achilles Paradox?"
"Um, no, sir," Inko replied, shaking her head.
"Hm, well, it's one of the four paradoxes posed by the Greek philosopher Zeno thousands of years ago," the doctor explained, leaning forward in his chair. "It concerns a race between the fleet-footed Achilles, a Greek demigod, and a slow-moving tortoise.
In this race, the tortoise is given a few meters' head start, and then both begin moving at the same time. But the condition is that Achilles will always have to travel a distance equal to the distance the tortoise has covered. The argument is that, no matter how fast Achilles moves, he will never be able to overtake the tortoise. This is because, by the time Achilles reaches the tortoise's starting position, the tortoise will have already moved a certain distance. Achilles would then have to travel this same distance, but by the time he covers it, the tortoise will have moved again.
With time, Achilles would only grow slower and slower, and hence, he would never be able to overtake the tortoise. It's like every time you divide a number; you would never actually reach zero but only approach infinitesimally close to it."
Inko and Izuku sat through the explanation, trying to process the complex theory. While Inko grasped some of it, everything went over Izuku's head.
"So… Uh… What does that have to do with my son's quirk?" Inko asked, a little dazed by the information.
"Well, you see, your son's quirk is special," the doctor said, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Because it aligns so closely with Achilles' Paradox. In other words, your son's quirk is literally bringing infinity to reality."
"Infinity…to…reality?" Inko muttered slowly, the words feeling heavy on her tongue.
"Uh-huh," the doctor nodded. "At first, even we were a little skeptical with our findings, and that's why we decided to do more tests. Your son's quirk literally makes an imaginary figure like infinity into reality. The barrier we witnessed was nothing but his quirk dividing the space between him and the object into an infinite number of spaces."
"W-wow!" Inko exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. "How did you guys figure that out?"
"It wasn't easy to determine," the doctor admitted. "In fact, it was precisely this challenge that took us so long to pinpoint exactly what Izuku's quirk was. Do you remember the tests we conducted by throwing those balls at Izuku at different speeds?"
Inko and Izuku both nodded, their eyes fixed on the doctor.
"It was initially a test to discern the limits of the barrier's durability," the doctor continued. "Many types of barriers falter under high speeds, and frankly, this test wasn't supposed to reveal anything significant. However, one of my interns noticed something peculiar. With the increasing velocity of the balls, they seemed to shift slightly—just by millimeters, but the distance was increasing proportionally. The same intern eventually discovered that the distance was increasing by exactly half of the previous distance. So, for instance, if at test zero, when the ball was moving at velocity v and it stopped x millimeters away from Izuku, at test two, when the ball was moving at twice the velocity, the balls stopped at a distance of x minus x/2 millimeters away."
When the doctor finished his explanation, an eerie silence filled the room. Inko stared at him in disbelief, while Izuku looked utterly lost.
"I-is my quirk strong?" Izuku asked, his gaze shifting between his mother and the doctor.
"It is probably the strongest quirk ever registered, young Izuku." The doctor smiled broadly.
Izuku's eyes widened in awe. "Even stronger than All Might's?"
The doctor let out a chuckle. "Most likely, if we consider the other aspects of your quirk."
"Wait! There's more to his quirk?" Inko asked, thoroughly shocked.
"Uh-huh," the doctor confirmed, nodding. "Besides this quirk, it seems Izuku also has an ocular quirk that greatly enhances his perception. And from what we can gather from our tests…" The doctor took a deep breath. "This ocular quirk also allows him to see a person's quirk and when they are going to use it."
"T-that…I…" Inko found herself at a loss for words.
"Yep. We had the same reaction," the doctor said with a sympathetic smile. "We don't even have a clear idea of what his ocular quirk does fully. And I believe that we've only scratched the surface. There's a possibility that there are other aspects to his ocular quirk. Your son not only possesses one but two very strong quirks."
"I…" Inko swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had wanted her son to be strong, but at this point, it was almost overwhelming.
"But it doesn't end there," the doctor added cautiously.
"There's more?!" Inko almost yelled, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Ahaha." The doctor laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, about that. Your son seems to possess a unique energy within his body—something we've never recorded before. This is a completely new type of energy flowing within him. And we believe that this energy is closely related to his other two quirks."
"My god!" Inko muttered as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.
"Same reaction," the doctor joked with a chuckle. "We have decided that Izuku's ability to make infinity into reality should be called 'Limitless,' and his ocular quirk should be called 'Six Eyes,' like the sixth sense. So, do you guys like it?"
"Yep!" Izuku chirped, his eyes bright with excitement. "They sound super cool and powerful."
"Yeah, I know that," the doctor replied with a proud smile.
Hero Association Headquarters (The next day)
Three figures stood in a sprawling room, the cityscape of Honei laid out before them through a vast windowed wall. The first was a woman in her late forties, her ash-blonde hair cascading around a face marked by turquoise eyes and a stern, unyielding expression. She wore a tailored black jacket and dress, accentuated by a purple shirt and a silver necklace that glinted in the harsh light. Seated behind the room's sole desk, she calmly appraised the person standing before her.
The second figure was a lanky, middle-aged man with beige, chin-length hair that looked like it had been hastily combed. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt and pants, with a white undershirt and a loosely-knotted tie around his neck. Dark circles beneath his eyes spoke volumes about his chronic sleep deprivation. Standing behind the woman, he eyed the individual across from him with a mix of curiosity and caution.
The final figure was a striking anomaly—a human-dog hybrid. Tall and robustly built, his visage was that of a beagle, complete with a dark brown patch around his eyes and ears, and a tan line running down his forehead that widened at his muzzle, flecked with pale brown. He had a large, black nose and deep, somber eyes. Despite his otherwise human form, his skin shared the same tan hue as his facial fur. He wore a suit consisting of a dress shirt and waistcoat, over which he donned an unbuttoned black blazer and matching dress pants. A belt with a large buckle and a tie patterned after a Dalmatian's coat completed his ensemble.
"So, what do you have for us, Mr. Kenji?" the woman behind the desk inquired, her voice cool and measured.
Kenji cleared his throat, his beagle's eyes meeting hers. "As I reported earlier, Miss President, the crime rate has surged significantly over the past five years compared to the previous decade."
The President's expression darkened, her gaze hardening. She had indeed received and reviewed the reports from the police chief, and the contents were far from reassuring. "I see," she acknowledged, her voice laced with a weighty concern. "I've reviewed the reports, but can you confirm these findings unequivocally, chief?"
The dog-human hybrid nodded somberly, his dark eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I assure you, Miss President, this is not a matter I take lightly. Despite an increase in both heroes and police forces, we are struggling to keep up with the escalating crime rate across the nation."
The President of the Public Safety Commission felt a chill run down her spine. She had hoped that with the fall of the mega-villain five years ago, peace would finally be restored. But it seemed her optimism had been misplaced.
"And unfortunately, that is not the most troubling development," the chief continued, his voice heavy with foreboding.
The President, her wariness heightened, fixed him with a steely gaze. "What else, Kenji-san?"
The Chief of the Police Force hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It appears the power of the villains' quirks has also increased significantly."
A cold dread washed over the President. "Explain," she commanded, her voice icy as her breath caught in her throat.
"Over the past five years," the chief began, his tone measured and precise, "we have documented quirks causing devastation on an unprecedented scale. A simple fire quirk incinerated an entire skyscraper without any accelerant. A water-based quirk drowned a hundred hostages trapped in a building. A telekinetic quirk, once limited to small objects, was able to lift and hurl an entire building."
The chief paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before he continued.
"Consider any incident over the past five years," the chief continued, his voice grave. "Simple quirks are causing far more devastation than ever before."
"Could this be the result of some form of quirk-enhancing drug?" The President queried, her tone sharp.
Kenji shook his head. "No, Miss President. We conducted extensive searches and examinations on captured villains. While we found various drugs, none were designed to enhance quirks."
The President cast a sidelong glance at her assistant, her mind racing as she awaited further information.
"The death toll has also risen dramatically, unsettling the public," the chief continued. "People are beginning to question the effectiveness of our current heroes in protecting them, and they are increasingly skeptical of the government's efforts against villainy."
The President closed her eyes, digesting the information with the calm demeanor of someone long accustomed to bearing heavy burdens. Inwardly, however, she was deeply troubled. Though she had known the situation was deteriorating, the sheer scale of the crisis had caught her off guard. Throughout its history, the Hero Public Safety Commission had operated in the shadows, preferring to stay out of the limelight and let heroes do their work. But if things continued this way, they would have no choice but to step into the forefront and take a more proactive stance against the villains.
The room fell silent as the weight of the revelations hung heavy in the air. The President's expression remained stoic, even as her mind raced with potential strategies and the grim realization that the Commission might need to abandon its passive role to protect the country.
But stepping into the limelight would make the Commission vulnerable. It could expose the many dark secrets they had buried deep over the last decade. That was a risk she wasn't ready to take, not yet.
However, those concerns could wait. Right now, they had to address the villain problem, and it seemed that stricter measures were in order.
"Very well, Chief Kenji-san," the President said, her voice firm with resolve. "Your report has been noted. The Hero Public Safety Commission will liaise with the government and decide on an appropriate course of action. You may leave."
The Chief of the Police Force bowed deeply and exited the room, leaving the President alone with her successor.
The President sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "These are troubling times, Yukimaru."
"Indeed, they are, Ma'am," the lanky man agreed. Then, shifting the mood, he pulled out a file from the ever-present suitcase by his side. "However, on a more positive note, I have something of interest." He handed the file to the President.
The President raised an eyebrow but accepted the file without question. She knew Yukimaru well enough to trust his judgment. Opening the file, she was immediately struck by the photograph clipped to the front. It depicted a green-haired boy with silver highlights and crystal-green eyes that seemed to pierce through the paper, staring straight into her soul.
"Izuku Midoriya," she murmured, scanning the document. "What makes this boy so special, Yukimaru?"
"Please, keep reading, Miss President," Yukimaru urged. "You'll understand."
As she read on, her eyes widened with each passing line. When she finished, she looked up, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. "How is this possible?" she whispered.
Yukimaru nodded gravely. "According to the physician who documented his quirk, Dr. Takahara Gekko, this boy's quirk could potentially be the strongest in existence. They're still uncertain about its full extent, but one aspect allows him to bring what he calls 'Infinity' into reality."
The President could hardly believe her ears. Her gaze was fixed on the photo of the green-haired boy, her mind racing with the implications. "That... How is this even possible?"
Yukimaru shook his head. "No one knows for sure. But Dr. Gekko believes that the boy's quirk is far more complex than a simple barrier. He believes that what we've seen so far is just the tip of the iceberg. And if that weren't enough, the file mentions two additional quirks—an extremely rare occurrence. And then there's the strange energy flowing within him."
A mixture of awe and uncertainty played across the President's face as she grappled with the enormity of the revelation. This boy, Izuku Midoriya, could be the key to turning the tide against the rising wave of villainy. But with great power came great risk, and she knew they would need to tread carefully.
The President, however, was barely listening to him. Her mind raced through a torrent of thoughts, trying to make sense of the impossible. This couldn't be real. There had to be some sort of mistake. The doctor's assessment had to be a fluke.
"The doctor…" she finally murmured, her face a carefully composed mask. "What was his name again?"
"Takahara Gekko, ma'am," Yukimaru replied promptly.
"I see," the President released a measured sigh. "Very well. Make contact with the Midoriya family. I want to meet them personally before I can make a judgment."
Yukimaru nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Are we considering the Hawks route, ma'am?"
The President paused, her expression thoughtful. "That will depend entirely on Mr. Izuku Midoriya and his family's cooperation," she said, her voice resolute.
In the heavy silence that followed, the weight of the situation seemed almost tangible. The discovery of this extraordinary quirk could change everything, but first, they needed to ensure that it was real—and that Izuku Midoriya was everything his file claimed he was.
That night, as Inko prepared dinner, a radiant smile stretched across her face. Her eyes darted towards her son, engrossed in play with his All Might figurine.
She still couldn't believe the events of the previous day. Her son, Izuku, had not one, not two, but three quirks—none of them similar to her own or his absentee father's. Each quirk was powerful in its own right: the ability to bring infinity to reality, perceive things at an incredible rate, and see quirks with a strange energy. It all felt surreal, as though she might wake up tomorrow and find it had been a dream.
But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that her son had quirks—multiple quirks—and now he could pursue his dream. And she would be by his side, supporting him every step of the way.
Just as she finished cooking, there was a knock at the door. She wiped her hands on a cloth and walked over, opening it to find two men in dark suits standing outside.
The first was a lanky man with beige, chin-length, messy hair, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. The other had short hair and wore dark sunglasses, even at night. He carried a briefcase.
"May I help you?" Inko asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
The lanky man took charge. "Good evening, ma'am. My name is Yukimiru, and this is my partner, Yamamoto. We're from the HPSC, the Hero Public Safety Commission, and we're here to discuss your son. May we come in?"
"Of course," Inko replied, stepping aside to let them enter. As they settled in the living room, she noticed both men eyeing Izuku. "Izuku, why don't you go to your room?" she suggested.
Izuku complied without protest, darting off to his room and shutting the door behind him.
Inko turned her attention back to the two men, gesturing for them to sit. They thanked her and took their seats on the couch, while she brought them each a glass of water.
"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am," Yukimiru said, as Yamamoto nodded in agreement. "Now, perhaps it's time we discuss your son."
"Okay," Inko responded, her voice barely audible.
Yukimiru began, "Your son's quirk was registered with the government the other day. He's quite an extraordinary young man—not one, not two, but three quirks. You must realize that if this information becomes public, it could put both you and your son in considerable danger."
Inko struggled for words, trying to wrap her mind around the sudden reality. She should have expected something like this, but for them to appear at her doorstep so soon after discovering Izuku's quirks was both unsettling and alarming.
"You must understand," Yukimiru continued, his tone grave, "this knowledge makes both you and your son prime targets. We need to discuss how to proceed."
Inko gulped. Her heart pounded, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.
"That's why we have an offer for you," Yukimiru said, smiling reassuringly. "Well, at least an offer that the President of the HPSC would like to discuss with both of you, Miss Midoriya. The President would like to meet and talk about Izuku's future."
"Discuss Izuku's future?" Inko murmured, confusion lacing her voice.
Yukimiru nodded. "Yes, his future. The President has taken a special interest in Izuku and sees great potential in him."
"So, she wants to... train him or something?" Inko tried to piece the implications together, her mind racing with possibilities.
"That depends entirely on how the meeting goes," Yukimiru replied. "If everything goes well, then we will ensure Izuku trains with the best of the best."
"And what if the meeting doesn't go well?" Inko pressed, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Then, we will respect your decision and not disturb you further," Yukimiru assured her. "But we guarantee to protect Izuku's identity. And if you wish, we can provide you with the contact details of some excellent trainers for Izuku to work with."
"And what stops me from rejecting the offer and choosing the second route?" Inko questioned, her voice firm.
"As I'm trying to explain, Miss Midoriya," Yukimiru began, his tone measured, "Izuku has great potential. The HPSC would like to nurture him into a great hero."
"Uh-huh. But visiting our house the same day we found out about Izuku's quirks isn't exactly a great way to win favors," Inko said, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I understand your apprehension," Yukimiru acknowledged. "But you also have to understand why we acted so quickly. If we don't, it gives more chance for Izuku's quirks to go public, and villains will undoubtedly seek him out."
Inko hesitated, recognizing the truth in his words. No one had ever been born with three quirks before. The implications were frightening—villains would target Izuku to exploit his abilities for their own gain.
"If you allow us to train him, Miss Midoriya," Yukimiru said with utmost seriousness, "we will ensure that Izuku becomes even greater than All Might."
Suddenly, the door to Izuku's room burst open, and he came rushing into the living room. "Mom! Please accept the offer!"
Inko looked at Izuku with uncertainty. "What?"
"You don't have to leave him nor do anything, Miss Midoriya," Yukimiru repeated. "You can be by his side while we train him. We won't do anything illegal or unethical. Every day, he'd still come home to you. All we require is to train him during the day and afternoon. That's all we ask, Miss Midoriya."
"I-I guess," Inko stammered, still unsure if her decision was right. "We will see."
"However," Yukimiru began, a hint of gravitas in his voice, "it would be advisable if you considered relocating to a more secure location. This would allow us to provide enhanced protection for both you and Izuku. Don't worry, the HPSC will cover all the costs."
"Can I become like All Might?" Izuku asked, his eyes wide with excitement and hope.
Yukimiru smiled warmly. "Dear Izuku, you will not only become like All Might, but you have the potential to surpass him."
That midnight…
Takahara Gekko was a revered doctor in one of the most prestigious hospitals of Musutafu City. Known for his chivalry and kindness, he was a figure who seemed incapable of wrongdoing. Colleagues held him in high regard for his warmth, and patients adored him for his gentle bedside manner.
With over a decade in the medical profession, nothing could have prepared him for the shock he received that afternoon. How was it possible for a child to be born with not one, not two, but three quirks? The notion baffled him, and he spent the entire evening in his office, scrutinizing the reports from the battery of tests conducted on the boy. There were no errors; as always, neither he nor his team had made any mistakes. The boy truly possessed three quirks.
And then there was the peculiar similarity between the boy's quirk and the legend that had swept the world—a story of a man who lived before the age of quirks. This man could create barriers around himself like Izuku and was so powerful that he could level an entire city block with a single attack. It was even rumored that he could annihilate everyone on the planet if he so desired.
The doctor had partly named the quirk Limitless because of its resemblance to the legendary man's unnatural abilities.
A sudden knock on the office door jolted him from his thoughts. "Yes?" he called out.
"There is someone here to meet you, Dr. Gekko," the nurse responded from the other side of the door.
"Is it an emergency?" Gekko inquired.
"Yes, she says so."
"Please send her in," he instructed.
A few moments later, the door to the office opened and a woman walked in. Gekko's eyes widened, and he felt a flush spreading across his face as he took in the woman's figure.
The woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered. She looked like an angel, with an angular face, dark red hair, and equally red, ruby-like eyes. She was dressed in a business suit and pants, with a white shirt partially unbuttoned beneath the coat, offering a glimpse of her perfect cleavage.
"Good evening, Dr. Gekko," the woman said with a voice so smooth it sent shivers down the doctor's spine. "You are far more handsome than I had thought."
Gekko nervously swallowed. "Uh, please sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "A-And… How can I help you?" He struggled to maintain a professional demeanor, but was failing miserably.
The woman giggled as she took a seat. She crossed her legs, and though she was wearing pants, the posture was far more sensual than Gekko had expected. "You seem nervous," she teased mischievously.
"U-Uh… Of course not, ma'am," Gekko stammered, his mind a whirlwind of confusion as he fought to maintain his composure. Something felt deeply off; his thoughts veered into untrodden territories he never imagined existed within himself. "H-How can I help you?" he managed, feeling a wave of frustration at his own stutter. This had never happened before.
The woman leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk and supporting her face with her palms. The movement accentuated her cleavage, which threatened to spill out of her partially unbuttoned shirt.
"I…"
Just the mere utterance of a single letter from the woman's lips caused Gekko's manhood to stir, a sensation he couldn't comprehend. From the moment she entered the room, his body had betrayed him in ways he couldn't understand.
"I just found out about this little boy from a friend of mine," the woman said, her voice dripping with sensuality. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this boy with three quirks, would you?"
"Uh… I'm sorry, ma'am. B-But our hospital maintains strict confidentiality regarding our patients' quirks. I-It's to respect their privacy, ma'am," Gekko replied, clinging to his professional boundaries despite the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.
"I'm quite sure you can tell me, Dr. Gekko? Please?" she purred, her eyes never leaving his.
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am. B-But I can't," Gekko insisted, his resolve wavering as his mind wrestled against the allure of the woman's request.
"Oh, poo~" The woman pouted, causing Gekko to twitch involuntarily. "I guess I have no other option then." With a fluid motion, she stood from her seat and slipped off her suit jacket.
"W-What are you doing, ma'am?" Gekko asked, shock and alarm coursing through him.
The woman didn't respond with words. Instead, she pounced on him, leaping over the desk like a predator on the hunt. She seized his hand and, without warning, pressed it firmly against her left breast.
Gekko's eyes widened in shock. He looked up at the woman and was met with a predatory gaze, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
"Oh, doctor~" she cooed, her voice laced with dark allure. "Do you have a family?"
"Yes! Please let go!" Gekko exclaimed, fear gripping his heart.
"Do you have a wife? Children?" she persisted, her breath hot against his ear.
"Wife and two children," Gekko blurted out, his eyes widening in realization that he had spoken without his consent. He stared at the woman, finally comprehending that she was no ordinary person—she was a literal devil.
"I will pray for them," she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "So that they can find it in themselves to forgive you, doctor."
"W-What do you want from me?" Gekko asked, his voice trembling with fear.
"Hihihi~" The woman giggled, her laughter like a chill down Gekko's spine. "So glad that it's working~" She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her touch surprisingly soft. "Don't worry," she soothed, "Once I'm done with you, not only will you tell me everything about the boy, but you will also become one of my precious puppets."
And with that, the woman leaned in and kissed him.
Gekko's eyes widened in shock, and then darkness claimed him as he lost consciousness.
Next Chapter: Izuku and Inko meet the HPSC President.
Author's Note:
I've extended this chapter a bit—I hope you enjoyed it.
The changes I made include the HPSC offering to help Izuku train rather than attempting to buy him. I believe this makes more sense, as they would likely research Inko thoroughly before even approaching her and realize that she isn't the type of person who would sell her son. I also added the last scene, which I had initially planned to introduce as a flashback in later chapters but decided to include here instead.
I attempted to search for the President's quirk, but it seems nothing specific is mentioned about it (although I could be wrong). So, until someone corrects me, I have decided to take creative liberty regarding the President's quirk.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story.
Love you all.
Bye.