Chapter 8

The day before the entrance exam for UA High School, Izuku found herself reflecting on the past ten months, lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Despite her small frame, she had trained hard, pushing her limits. She had managed to use 10% of One For All efficiently. However, her growth hit a wall. Her tiny body couldn't handle more power unless she used Rewind.

Under All Might's watchful eye, she tried combining Rewind and One For All. It worked well enough until she hit 20% power. That's when she lost control, and a horrible accident followed. She transformed into a demon. All Might barely walked away unscathed. After that, she swore off Rewind for the time being. Even without it, she knew she could Might,down a few robots in the exam.

During her training with All Might, she discovered something very very interesting…

One day, during a particularly intense training session with All Might, Izuku found herself pushing her limits more than ever before. The sun blazed overhead as they sparred in an open field, the sounds of their combat echoing through the air.

"Come on, Young Midoriya!" All Might encouraged, his booming voice filled with determination. "Show me what you've got!"

Izuku nodded fiercely. She charged forward, her fists glowing with power, ready to unleash another punch.

"Here I come!" she shouted, leaping into the air with all her might. "One For All: Delaware—" But as All Might prepared to counter, something unexpected happened. Instead of landing her punch, Izuku found herself lifting higher into the air, her body weightless and unanchored.

All Might's eyes widened in surprise as he watched her rise. "What in the world...?" he murmured, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked up. "Young Midoriya, what are you doing?"

Izuku looked down in shock, her legs dangling below her. "I-I don't know! I just... jumped, and now I'm... floating?"

All Might's initial surprise turned into a broad smile of admiration. "Incredible reflexes, Young Midoriya! But this... this is something new. You're floating!"

Izuku's heart raced, her mind struggling to grasp what was happening. "Floating? But how?"

All Might's expression grew thoughtful as he observed her. "It seems you've unlocked another quirk. This must be Nana Shimura's 'Float.'"

Izuku's eyes widened with realisation. "Nana Shimura... All Might's mentor?"

All Might nodded, pride evident in his voice. "Indeed. And it seems her quirk has found its way to you."

Izuku's initial shock gave way to excitement, but only for a moment. As she tried to control her floating, she realized she had no idea how to descend. "Uh, All Might, how do I get down?"

All Might looked concerned. "Try to focus on lowering yourself. Imagine you're pulling yourself back to the ground."

Izuku nodded and concentrated hard, but instead of descending, she wobbled in the air, spinning awkwardly. "Oh no, this isn't working!"

All Might jumped up, trying to offer guidance from below. "Stay calm, Young Midoriya! You're doing fine!"

Izuku flailed her arms, trying to regain control, but her movements only made her spin faster. "This is not fine, All Might! I'm a human top!"

Her feet flailed in the air, and she started drifting sideways, narrowly missing a tree. "Help! I'm not ready to be a floating hero yet!"

All Might couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Relax, Midoriya. Imagine a gentle descent. Picture yourself as a feather drifting to the ground."

Izuku took a deep breath and closed her eyes, visualizing herself floating down gently. To her surprise, she started to descend, albeit unsteadily. "It's working... I think."

As she neared the ground, her control faltered again, and she plopped down unceremoniously into a bush. "Ouch!"

All Might rushed over, pulling her out of the foliage. "Are you alright, Young Midoriya?"

Izuku nodded, brushing leaves from her hair. "Yeah, just a bit scratched up. I think I need more practice."

All Might smiled warmly. "Indeed, but you did well for your first time. Mastering a new quirk is never easy. You'll get the hang of it with time."

Izuku smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, All Might. I'll work hard to master this new power."

All Might nodded. "I have no doubt you will. Let's continue training and see what else you can do with it."

As they resumed their training, the bond between mentor and student grew even stronger, and despite the struggle, Izuku felt more determined than ever to become the greatest hero she could be. With her new quirk, 'Float,' she knew she was one step closer to achieving her dreams, even if it meant a few more crashes along the way.

School was a different beast altogether. Stepping into the classroom as a five-year-old girl was like being thrust into a circus ring. Her classmates, who had known her as the determined fifteen-year-old boy aspiring to be a hero, now looked at her like she was some kind of freak—a pint-sized anomaly that defied explanation.

The first day Izuku had to wear the girl's uniform to middle school was nothing short of a nightmare. Standing in front of the mirror that morning, she stared at her reflection in disbelief. The uniform fit her perfectly, but it was a far cry from the comfort of her old outfit. With a deep breath, she braced herself for the inevitable reactions from her classmates.

As she entered the classroom, conversations halted, and all eyes turned towards her. Whispers erupted around the room like wildfire. She felt every stare, every giggle, every murmur of disbelief.

"Is that really Midoriya?"

"Why is he—no, she—wearing a girl's uniform?"

"This is so weird!"

Izuku's face burned with embarrassment as she made her way to her desk. She tried to ignore the looks and focus on the day ahead, but it was impossible to escape the scrutiny.

Everywhere she went, whispers followed.

"Is that really Midoriya?"

"How did he get so small?"

"Is this a new quirk?"

Despite the awkward stares and hushed gossip, Izuku tried to keep her head high. She had a mission, and she couldn't let this bizarre twist derail her.

During the first break, a group of classmates cornered her near the lockers. "Hey, Midoriya, why the uniform change?" one of them sneered. "Trying to make a statement or something?"

Another chimed in, laughing, "Yeah, what happened to you? Decided to become a girl overnight?"

Izuku clenched her fists, struggling to find the words to defend herself. Before she could respond, a familiar voice cut through the jeers like a knife.

"Back off, idiots."

Katsuki Bakugou pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes blazing with fury. The classmates scattered, intimidated by his presence. He turned to Izuku, his expression softening just a fraction.

"You okay, Deku?" he asked, his voice low but filled with concern.

Izuku nodded, grateful beyond words for his intervention. "Yeah, thanks, Kacchan."

Bakugo scoffed, crossing his arms. "Don't mention it. Those extras don't know what they're talking about." He glared at the lingering onlookers, who quickly averted their gazes. "Anyone else got a problem with Midoriya?" he challenged, daring anyone to speak up.

Silence fell over the hallway as everyone quickly returned to their business, clearly not wanting to provoke Bakugo's wrath. Satisfied, Bakugo turned back to Izuku.

"Come on, Deku. Let's get out of here," he said, leading her away from the scene. As they walked, he muttered, "If anyone gives you trouble, you tell me. Got it?"

Izuku looked up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Why are you doing this, Kacchan?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes but didn't miss a beat. "Because you're not alone, dumbass. And no one messes with you while I'm around."

Despite the humiliating start to her day, Izuku felt a spark of hope. Her classmates might not understand her situation, but with Bakugo by her side, she knew she could face whatever came her way. .

Bakugo Katsuki, her childhood bully turned rival, had undergone a transformation of his own. Instead of the usual sneers and explosive threats, he had become... protective. It was bizarre. Gone were the days of him calling her "Deku" with disdain. Now, he walked her home from school every day, muttering about it being "for her own good."

"Oi, Shorty, don't get lost," he'd grumble, his cheeks inexplicably red. Izuku couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be blushing a lot lately. It was odd. Maybe his quirk was reacting to hers?

One afternoon, as they walked home together, Izuku decided to break the silence. "Kacchan, you don't have to walk me home every day. I can handle myself, you know. My quirk is super strength and speed."

Bakugo stopped in his tracks, turning to face her with an incredulous look. "Super strength and speed? Really, Deku?" His tone was skeptical, but he didn't push the issue further. Instead, he sighed and resumed walking. "Just... don't do anything stupid, okay?"

Izuku couldn't help but smile. This was new territory for both of them. She had gone from being his punching bag to someone he seemed genuinely concerned about. It was a strange and unexpected development, but she welcomed it. Despite his rough exterior and gruff demeanor, Bakugo had shown her more kindness and care in these past few weeks than he ever had before.

In a comical twist of fate, Izuku found herself thrust into a scene straight out of a slapstick comedy. It all started innocently enough: Bakugo's face resembled a ripe tomato, prompting Izuku's maternal instincts to kick into high gear.

With the finesse of a seasoned hero, Izuku grabbed Bakugou by the collar, pulling him down to her eye level with the finesse of a pro wrestler. Placing a hand on his forehead, she exclaimed in a mix of concern and bewilderment, "You have a terrible fever! You're so hot!"

But instead of the expected response, Bakugo froze in place like a statue caught in the headlights, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson. Before Izuku could decipher his reaction, he slumped forward, his body succumbing to a sudden bout of unconsciousness.

Izuku's frown deepened as she attempted to take Bakugo's temperature once more, only to be met with a surprising revelation—he was cold as ice, not a hint of fever in sight. Confusion clouded her mind as she grappled with the unexpected turn of events

"Someone call an ambulance!"

One day, as they approached her house, Bakugo's confident stride faltered at the sight of the gate, his usual swagger giving way to an uncharacteristic moment of hesitation.

"Um, hey, Deku-ch…," he mumbled, his voice unusually tentative as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "I, uh, just wanted to say... if you ever need anything, like, seriously anything, you can, um, count on me. Got it?"

Izuku blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity in Bakugo's tone. His usually sharp edges seemed to soften, leaving behind an awkward vulnerability that was as endearing as it was unexpected.

"Uh, thanks, Kacchan," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she tried to process the unexpected offer of support. "That's, um, really nice of you."

Their awkward exchange hung in the air like a thick fog, neither quite sure how to navigate the newfound tension between them. But amidst the awkwardness, there was a glimmer of something deeper—a fragile bond of understanding and trust that neither of them could quite put into words.

School might have been a different beast, but with friends like Bakugo by her side, Izuku felt like she could face whatever challenges came her way. Even if it meant navigating the complexities of being a five-year-old girl with the memories and responsibilities of a fifteen-year-old hero.

As the months passed, Izuku found herself navigating the unfamiliar terrain of girlhood with a mix of awkwardness and determination. Her bond with Eri and her mother grew exponentially, forming the foundation of their makeshift family. However, Izuku struggled with her newfound femininity, steadfastly avoiding anything she deemed "girly" unless her mother or Eri insisted otherwise. she wore t-shirts, pants— which had a 'girly' touch on them— like the picture of Star And Stripe, Midnight, Mt. Lady and so on.

But when her mother and her sister insisted too much, she had no other choice but to ditch her tomboyish clothes for 'girly' clothes. Sometimes, they even take a step further…

Take, for example, Inko and Eri, the dynamic duo of domestic delight, concocted a plan for the ultimate mother-daughter spa extravaganza. It was like a scene straight out of a sitcom, with Inko as the mastermind and Eri as the enthusiastic sidekick, and poor Izuku caught in the middle of their bubbly plot.

Now, Izuku, bless her heroic heart, was more accustomed to dodging villains than dabbling in skincare. The mere thought of lounging around like a pampered princess sent shivers down her spine. But with Inko and Eri flashing their puppy-dog eyes, she caved faster than a sandcastle at high tide.

So there they were, in a spa straight out of a unicorn's daydream, with pastel colors assaulting their retinas and zen music serenading their souls. Izuku, draped in a robe fit for royalty, felt like a chicken at a duck pond—completely out of her element.

Meanwhile, Inko and Eri were in their element, giggling like schoolgirls over nail polish and swapping skincare secrets like old pals. Izuku couldn't decide if she was more impressed or terrified by their level of enthusiasm.

Then came the pièce de résistance: the face masks. Inko, the DIY diva, took charge of Izuku's makeover, while Eri, the pint-sized beauty guru, eagerly offered her services. As they smeared globs of goo onto their faces, Izuku couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of it all.

Sure, it was messy—like a food fight at a beauty salon. And yes, Izuku probably looked like she'd face-planted into a spinach smoothie. But as she glanced at Inko and Eri, their faces aglow with joy, she couldn't suppress a grin. After all, who needs a superhero cape when you've got a face covered in green goop and a heart full of love for your quirky family?

Another day, another culinary catastrophe in the making at the Midoriya household. This time, Inko had declared it a baking bonanza, much to Izuku's horror. As they assembled their ingredients like a team of misfit chefs, Izuku eyed the flour and eggs with suspicion, feeling more like a pawn in a cooking competition than a future savior of humanity.

Inko, blissfully unaware of Izuku's inner turmoil, practically sparkled with excitement as she unveiled her grand plan: chocolate chip cookies. Eri, already adorned in an apron dusted with flour and a grin wider than a Cheshire cat's, eagerly volunteered to be the official taste-tester.

Summoning all the courage she usually reserves for facing down villains, Izuku rolled up her sleeves and braced herself for the baking battle ahead. But fate had other plans. As she attempted to crack an egg, disaster struck with the force of a rogue meteor. The eggshell shattered, coating everything in sight with a slimy sheen of egg whites.

Inko gasped in horror, while Eri dissolved into fits of giggles at the sight of Izuku's egg-caked face. "Whoopsie daisy," Izuku muttered, trying to salvage what remained of her dignity along with the egg.

Undeterred by the eggpocalypse, Inko soldiered on, coaching Izuku through the chaos of mixing and measuring. But just when they thought they had a handle on things, catastrophe struck again.

In a moment of overzealous enthusiasm, Eri accidentally sent the entire bag of chocolate chips flying, transforming their kitchen into a sugary war zone. Izuku stared in disbelief, while Inko scrambled to salvage the chocolatey casualties littering the linoleum.

With a resigned sigh that could rival the gust of a hurricane, Izuku accepted that their baking escapade had descended into utter madness. But as she surveyed the scene of culinary carnage, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Perhaps baking wasn't her calling, she mused, as she attempted to extricate herself from a tangle of spatulas and measuring cups. But the laughter and camaraderie shared with her makeshift family made every mishap worth it. After all, who needs perfectly baked cookies when you have memories as chaotic and sweet as this?

On a day etched in the annals of Midoriya family history, Inko decided it was high time for a mother-daughter shopping extravaganza. Now, for Izuku, whose idea of a good time usually involved battling villains or studying hero techniques, the prospect of a day spent navigating the treacherous waters of fashion and consumerism was about as appealing as a root canal without anaesthesia. But with Inko's sunny optimism and Eri's boundless enthusiasm, resistance was futile, and Izuku found herself reluctantly agreeing to join the shopping spree from hell.

As they stepped foot into the bustling mall, Izuku's heart sank like a lead balloon at the sight of the dizzying array of shops and the throngs of shoppers milling about. Inko, blissfully oblivious to Izuku's mounting dread, charged ahead like a general leading her troops into battle, with Eri skipping merrily at her side, leaving Izuku trailing in their wake like a wounded soldier.

Their first port of call was a chic clothing boutique, where Inko immediately gravitated towards a display of frilly dresses and floral blouses that seemed more suited for a tea party with the Queen than a casual outing. Izuku, feeling increasingly like a fish out of water, attempted to blend into the scenery like a chameleon on a floral-printed wall, but Inko had other plans.

"Look, Izuku-chan, isn't this dress simply divine?" Inko exclaimed, thrusting a pink, sequined concoction in Izuku's direction, which looked like it had been plucked straight from the wardrobe of a Disney princess.

Izuku's eyes widened in horror as Eri enthusiastically nodded in agreement. "Yes, Izuku-nee-chan, you'll be the belle of the ball!"

Suppressing the urge to stage a dramatic escape, Izuku reluctantly acquiesced and slipped into the dress, feeling like a character in a bad cosplay gone horribly wrong as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, drowning in layers of tulle and glitter.

Meanwhile, Inko and Eri seemed blissfully unaware of Izuku's inner turmoil, showering her with compliments and adoration. "You look positively radiant, Izuku-chan!" Inko cooed, her eyes brimming with maternal pride.

Unable to withstand the charade a moment longer, Izuku made a beeline for the nearest fitting room, shedding the offending garment like a snake shedding its skin and vowing never to darken the door of a clothing store again.

But as she emerged, slightly dishevelled and with her dignity in tatters, she couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of it all. Sure, she hadn't found her fashion mojo that day, but she had discovered something far more valuable: the joy of spending time with her makeshift family, even if it meant enduring a fashion faux pas or two along the way.

"Now let get something for both of you!"

"No, mom. I have enough clothes."

"Come on, Izuku! It'll be fun," Inko encouraged, sensing her older daughter's hesitation. "You both deserve some cute outfits."

Eri was already bouncing with enthusiasm. "Yay! I can't wait to get more! Can we get matching outfits, Izuku-nee?"

Izuku sighed, knowing she couldn't deny Eri's request. "Alright, Eri-chan. Let's go."

Eri darted from rack to rack, pulling out various adorable outfits and holding them up for Inko and Izuku to see. Her energy was infectious, and even Izuku found herself smiling despite her initial reluctance.

Inko found a set of identical outfits: a pair of cute dresses with frilly skirts and matching bows. "How about these?" she suggested, holding up the dresses. "You two would look absolutely adorable."

Eri's eyes lit up. "I love them! Can we try them on, Izuku-nee?"

Izuku hesitated, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Um, sure, Eri-chan. Let's give it a try."

In the dressing room, Eri twirled around in her dress, the frills fluttering as she giggled. "Look, Izuku-nee! We're like princesses!"

Izuku awkwardly smoothed down her dress, feeling a bit out of place. "Yeah, we do look pretty cute."

Inko clapped her hands in delight when they emerged from the dressing room. "You both look wonderful! Let's get these, and maybe a few more things."

Izuku's cheeks burned as they passed by other shoppers, some of whom gave her amused looks. She felt like every eye in the store was on her, judging her awkward attempts to blend in as a little girl. Eri, blissfully unaware of her sister's discomfort, picked out several more matching outfits, each one seemingly more frilly and colorful than the last.

Inko, sensing Izuku's unease, tried to reassure her. "You're doing great, Izuku. Eri's having so much fun."

Izuku nodded, trying to muster up a smile. "Yeah, anything for Eri."

Finally, they left the store with bags full of new clothes. Eri skipped along, holding Inko's hand with one hand and Izuku's with the other.

"It's time to try out some footwear, girls!"

As Inko and Eri twirled around in heels that could rival skyscrapers, Izuku couldn't help but feel like the odd one out. While they marveled at their newfound height and elegance, Izuku's mind was fixated on a different kind of elevation: a shelf stacked high with her favorite sneakers.

"Izuku-chan, aren't these heels simply fabulous?" Inko exclaimed, teetering precariously on a pair of stilettos that looked more suited for a tightrope walker than a casual shopper.

But Izuku's gaze was drawn like a magnet to the nearby red sneaker display, where rows upon rows of comfortable, practical footwear beckoned to her like a siren's song. "Um, actually, I think I'll stick with sneakers," she mumbled, eyeing the heels with the same enthusiasm one reserves for a particularly stubborn villain.

Inko's face fell momentarily, a fleeting expression of disappointment before she perked up with an idea. "Why don't we compromise? You can try on a pair of heels just for fun, and then we'll go grab some snacks!" she suggested, her eyes lighting up with the promise of sugary treats.

Reluctantly, Izuku agreed, slipping her feet into a pair of heels that felt more like torture devices than fashion statements. As she wobbled unsteadily, feeling like a newborn giraffe taking its first steps, Inko and Eri cheered her on with unwavering enthusiasm.

But as soon as she had fulfilled her duty as the reluctant fashionista, Izuku wasted no time in kicking off the heels and making a beeline for the nearest snack stand. With a sigh of relief, she traded her towering heels for the comforting embrace of her trusty sneakers, feeling more like herself than she had all day.

And as they sat together, munching on snacks and swapping stories of their shopping escapades, Izuku realised that maybe, just maybe, fashion wasn't her forte—but spending time with her makeshift family was worth every awkward step in those cursed heels.

As they walked home, Eri chattered excitedly about all the outfits she couldn't wait to wear, while Izuku, despite her earlier reservations, felt a warmth in her heart. She realized that these moments, even the awkward and uncomfortable ones, were what made their bond as a family stronger. And seeing Eri's happiness made every frilly dress and matching outfit worth it.

After returning home, Eri had a new demand...

"Izuku-nee-chan! Can we take a shower together?"

Izuku froze, her face turning a deep shade of red. "Uh, a s-shower? Together?"

Izuku's mind raced, trying to find a way to respond. "Um, Eri, you see, it's a bit... complicated right now."

Eri tilted her head again, confusion evident on her face. "Complicated? Why?"

Izuku scratched her head, trying to find the right words. "Well, because... I'm not exactly the same as before."

Eri's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "But you're still Izuku-nee-chan, right?"

Izuku nodded, feeling a mixture of warmth and panic. "Yes, I am. But things are just a bit... different for me now."

Eri pouted a little. "Oh, okay. I just thought it would be nice. I don't like taking showers alone."

Izuku felt her heart melt at Eri's innocence. "How about this? I'll stay nearby while you shower, and we can talk the whole time. Would that be okay?"

Eri's face lit up with a big smile. "Okay! That sounds fun!"

Izuku led Eri to the bathroom, trying to navigate the situation as best as she could. Eri began to get ready for her shower, humming a little tune to herself.

Izuku sat just outside the bathroom door, talking to Eri through the partially open door. "So, Eri, what did you do today?"

Eri's voice echoed slightly from the shower. "She played with Kouta, and they had so much fun! They pretended to be heroes and saved a whole city from a giant monster!"

Izuku smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "That sounds amazing! What kind of monster was it?"

Eri giggled. "It was a big, scary dragon, but they defeated it together!"

Izuku chuckled.

As they continued chatting, Inko peeked in, smiling at the sight. She whispered to Izuku, "You're doing great, sweetie."

Izuku gave a small, grateful nod. "Thanks, Mom."

Eri's voice called out from the shower, "Izuku-nee-chan, can you tell me a story?"

Izuku's mind went blank for a moment. "Uh, sure! Let me think... Once upon a time, there was a brave young hero who... uh... found themselves in a very strange situation."

Eri giggled. "Like you?"

Izuku laughed nervously. "Yeah, kind of like me. But this hero was very strong and had lots of friends to help them."

Eri's voice was full of wonder. "What happened next?"

Izuku took a deep breath, trying to channel her inner storyteller. "Well, with the help of their friends, the hero learned to adapt to their new situation and discovered that even though things were different, they were still the same brave hero inside."

Eri's voice was soft and content. "That's a nice story, Izuku-nee-chan. Thank you."

Izuku smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "You're welcome, Eri."

The door to the bathroom opened slightly, and Eri, wrapped in a towel, peeked out with a big grin. "All done!"

Izuku stood up, helping Eri with a towel to dry her hair. "Great job, Eri. You were super fast!"

Eri beamed. "I had fun talking to you, Izuku-nee-chan! But I want to shower with you next time!"

Izuku gulped. A few days later, she had to— and it was one of the most awkward situations she had ever faced in her life. But it was kinda good too…

One day after an exciting and tiresome day at the Hero Equipment Exhibition, Izuku and Eri returned home. The sun was setting, and Inko was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Eri, did you have fun today?" Izuku asked.

Eri nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, I had so much fun! Thank you, Izuku!"

Izuku smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "I'm glad you did."

Eri suddenly grabbed Izuku's hand, her eyes wide and pleading. "Izuku, can we take a shower together? Like sisters do?"

Izuku felt her face heat up, her mind racing. "Uh, a shower? Together? I-I don't know, Eri..."

"But a few days ago you said you would!" Eri's face fell, her eyes turning into the biggest, saddest puppy eyes Izuku had ever seen. "Please? It would be fun, and we can bond like sisters."

Izuku sighed, feeling her resolve crumble under Eri's pleading gaze. "Okay, okay. But only because you asked so nicely."

Eri's face lit up with joy. "Yay! Thank you, Izuku!"

Izuku followed Eri to the bathroom, feeling a mix of awkwardness and determination to make Eri happy. Eri started getting ready… undressed, and Izuku took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was just another part of adapting to her new situation.

Izuku slowly began to take off her clothes— avoiding the curious eyes of highlighter sister. this could not get any worse, right?

"Wow! You look just like me on the inside too!"

Izuku began to feel extremely uncomfortable, smiling sheepishly. "Uh…we're umm…"

It became more uncomfortable when the little girl began to show how similar they were by pointing out every single detail…

Once they were in the shower, Eri turned to Izuku, her expression serious. "Izuku, can you rub my back and shampoo my hair? That's what sisters do, right?"

Izuku's face turned bright red. "Uh, s-sure, Eri. I can do that."

Izuku entertained herself with the idea to use One For All to accelerate the process, but seeing the happiness in her little sister's face, she cancelled the plan.

Eri smiled sweetly, turning around so Izuku could start rubbing her back. Izuku took a deep breath, focusing on being gentle and careful. She poured some soap onto her hands and started to lather Eri's back.

"D-does that feel okay, Eri?" Izuku asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Eri nodded happily. "Yes, it feels nice. Thank you, Izuku."

After finishing with Eri's back, Izuku reached for the shampoo. She squeezed some into her hands and began to lather it into Eri's hair, her fingers working through the white strands.

Eri closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. "You're really good at this, Izuku."

Izuku chuckled nervously. "Thanks, Eri. I'm just glad you're enjoying it."

As Izuku worked the shampoo into Eri's hair, she found herself relaxing a bit. The task was soothing in a way, and Eri's contentment was contagious. They continued chatting about their day, with Eri recounting their adventures at the mall in great detail.

"And then we saw that huge All Might statue! It was so cool!" Eri exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly in the bathroom.

Izuku laughed, feeling some of her nervousness dissipate. "Yeah, it was really impressive. You know, I have posters and all kinds of merchandises of All Might all over my room, you know."

Eri giggled. "You're his biggest fan, after all!"

They continued talking, with Eri chattering happily and Izuku responding, gradually relaxing as they bonded. Izuku found that focusing on Eri's excitement helped her forget her own discomfort.

After a while, Eri sighed contentedly. "This was really fun, Izuku-nee-chan. Thank you for taking a shower with me."

Izuku smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. "You're welcome, Eri. I'm glad you had fun."

They quickly finished up, and Izuku helped Eri dry off and get into her pajamas.

It was inevitable and Izuku was glad she did not faint.

Izuku had become quite the sight—a small girl with the strength of a tank and the spirit of a warrior. As the entrance exam loomed, she felt ready. Ready to nail it, ready to prove herself. She might be a small girl now, but she was a hero in the making.

Izuku returned to the present, in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her mind raced with thoughts of the exam. Could she really do it? Could she prove herself worthy of UA? Despite the doubts, she felt a fire in her heart. She would give it her all.

She had done it once, she would do it once more.

She knows about the butterfly effect. Had she told the U.A. about the future events, they might not happen. She wants to do it herself. She has to control them.

In order to do so, she must train— her demonic powers— the Oni-Izuku— Eri dubbed it as Oni-nee-Izuku-chan, Inko shortened it as Nezuko. Nezuko is her ace. Her IQ drops significantly while she is in that form— like a two year old doing things completely on instincts. The Demon Queen will emerge if there is no other way.

She turned to the side and saw Eri, sleeping soundly beside her. Her sister. Her motivation. Izuku smiled softly. She had come so far, and she wasn't about to stop now. Not for anyone or anything.

"I am coming, U.A."

TBC