Author's Note: Before you all get started on this new project of mine, I wanna throw a huge recommendation out for you.
The story is a My Hero Academia/Kill la Kill crossover, one of the very few I've found, and it's quite possibly the best thing I've ever read. So please check out Hero La Kill by author Aduubo, I promise that you won't regret it.
1: The Adventure Begins
Earth.
One of many planets through the universe that developed life. Yet, unlike other worlds, the human race inhabiting Earth, while they started out life like many other races, began to develop and evolve very early in their lives. Within just a few centuries of developing civilization, the human race began to change once again.
For some special individuals were born with a very specific gene. The Metagene. This unique gene granted those that inherited an active gene certain abilities. Abilities that ranged from becoming exceedingly strong to being able to fly through the air as easily as a bird.
With each passing year since the first "metahuman" appeared, more and more were born. And with each new metahuman there came those that would use and abuse their powers. Thus began the rise of those that would be called Villains.
However, where darkness creeps, there is always a small sliver of light. A light that came from outside of Earth's boundaries. A single child from a dying planet came to Earth, and was raised by kind and caring hands.
As he grew, he found that Earth's very atmosphere made him different from those that raised him. And the sun gave him strength. When his powers emerged, he was thought to be nothing more than an extraordinary metahuman. One so powerful that no one on Earth could match him. His strength inspired hope in the people and prompted others to join him in his fight against the Villains overtaking the world. And so began the reign of the Heroes.
Battle after battle. Threat after threat. He fought until he had nothing left. But when he laid down his arms, he found that the world had changed. Heroes and Villains were commonplace, while those without powers were dwindling. Heroes were being paid to do the work he had once thought to be the right thing.
And so he left. Disappearing from the eyes of the public that had once cheered his name, and faded into myth.
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Mustafar City, Japan: many years later...
It was a day just like any other day in the little city of Mustafar for Izuku Midoriya. He woke up early to get ready for school with a quick shower, checked his homework and went to help his mother with breakfast before she left for her job at the local clinic.
The mother and son duo were very much alike in appearance and personality as Izuku's face and hair resembled his mother, save for the fact that his hair was a great deal fluffier, often making it look messy, and that he had inherited his father's freckles, which made little diamond shaped patterns on his cheeks just below his eyes.
They both also had a kind nature, though sometimes that led to trouble in Izuku's case. Unlike most of the modern population of the world who possessed abilities known as Quirks, Izuku was in the ever shrinking population of Quirkless individuals. This was due to both of his parents having relatively weak Quirk genetics. As Izuku was told, his father had a type of fire breathing Quirk that allowed him to spout a flame from his mouth akin to a plasma cutter, but ever since the man had found out that his son, just an infant at the time, had a tell-tale sign of being without a Quirk, the man had been absent from his son's life.
His mother had a type of telekinetic Quirk that allowed her to attract small objects to her hands. She had been told that if she desired, she could hone her abilities to make them stronger, but she was fine with the way she was, and had no aspirations to work as a Heroine. So her Quirk remained weak, as did her Quirk's genes. The result: her son was born Quirkless.
In a society that was now massively dominated by people with powerful Quirks, whether they were Professional Heroes, or Villains, Inko knew that her son would live a rather rough life. Especially since the boy loved Quirks and Heroes as a whole.
Though his kind and caring nature had made him a few friends as a child, once it was known that her son would never manifest a Quirk, those friends had turned to bullies. One in particular was hard for her to swallow. Her best friend, Mitsuki Bakugō, had a son of her own. Instead of the boy gaining his mother's or his father's Quirks, the two had combined within their son, granting him an extremely powerful and dangerous Quirk: Explosion. Little Katsuki Bakugō was able to secrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from the pores on his palms and ignite it at will, producing sometimes devastating explosions.
Izuku and Katsuki had been as close as brothers before the little boy's Quirk had come in. Izuku had been ecstatic for his friend at the time, but it pained the mother to watch as her son tried to either breath fire, or levitate something through telekinesis. So she had decided to make it official and took him to a doctor to have the news delivered.
She had never seen her son look so devastated when he was told that him gaining a Quirk was impossible. That very night, she came upon her son watching one of his favorite videos of a particular Hero's debut. As All Might declared with a beaming smile that hope had arrived, her son turned to her with tears streaming down his face and asked her the cruelest of questions. "Do you think I can still be a Hero without a Quirk?"
She hugged him, and repeatedly told him how sorry she was. And from that night on, something changed. She loved her son dearly. He was her world. But the boy, instead of accepting the fact that he could not become a Hero, strived to become a Quirkless Hero.
He already loved Quirks, but he began to study them in great detail even as a four-year-old. And now, ten years later, her son had one of the highest I.Q.s in his class, and was able to break down a Quirk's inner workings within seconds of seeing it in action. The problem was that, since he had no Quirk of his own, most people tended to look down on him.
His teachers often complained of him causing disruptions during his classes: here she knew that it was the other students that caused the disruption, because the current school he was attending turned a blind eye to their students, and some of their teachers when it came to using Quirks in the classroom, which was illegal. There were also complaints against him concerning his schoolwork: again, she knew this to be false because she often helped him with his homework sometimes. She found out that some of the work he was doing was meant for much higher levels of education. Her son just didn't realize it.
Then there was the one thing she knew was a bold-faced lie: her son would often provoke the school's star student, Katsuki Bakugō, into a fight. That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Katsuki didn't need to be provoked to start a fight. You could look at the boy wrong and he would fly right off the handle. And her son, being Quirkless, had no way to defend himself against a boy that could fire off explosions from his palms.
With a small look of worry toward her son, she sighed, "Izuku," the boy looked up from his plate, "I know it's asking a lot, but do try to avoid Katsuki today, please?" She pleaded, not wanting to see her son coming home injured again.
The boy just smiled at her, "Okay, Mom," he meant what he said, but both of them knew that Katsuki would find some way to harm Izuku. Verbally or physically.
His mother gave another softer sigh. "Sweetie, perhaps it'd be better to switch schools?"
Izuku blinked at her before furrowing his brow, "But...we can't afford any of the other schools," he said, hating the fact that he had to remind his mother of such a thing. Though he couldn't remember his father's face, he knew that the man paid for their apartment, small as it was, and for some of Izuku's schooling. But his mother had to do everything else. Their clothes, their food, and whatever transportation they may need.
He couldn't even call their lives modest if he were being honest.
"Yes, I know," his mother mumbled, "But perhaps I can talk your father into - "
"He's busy." For the first time, she heard a hint of resentment in her son's voice. It was a sore subject, she knew that, but she couldn't keep watching her son come home with new injuries.
She let it drop, however, for the time being.
If Izuku went to school upset over something, Katsuki and his little group of cronies would catch wind of it, and pounce on her son like hungry wolves. Instead, she smiled at her son, "Alright," she nodded, "But please, no more injuries." She shook her head. "I don't understand why the school lets this happen so much."
Her son beamed at her, "It's because they know Katchan is going to be a great Hero someday," the boy said before getting up from the table to wash his plate. She frowned at that. How could her son think that boy could ever be a decent Hero? Let alone a great one?
She got up to rinse her plate as Izuku retrieved his lunch from the refrigerator. "I mean it, dear," she told him in a serious tone, "I can't afford another uniform, so if he ruins another, then I'm making his mother pay for it." It wasn't an idle threat. If Mitsuki knew that her son was still being a bully, then all hell would break loose. But even if she said something to her son, he would just take it out on Izuku in the worst possible ways.
Izuku nodded as he headed to the door, slipping into his shoes as he went, "Okay, I'll try." The boy relented as he reached for the door. His mother came up behind him and grabbed her coat before joining him out on the balcony where she kissed his cheek goodbye, "Ah, Mom!" The boy blushed before rushing off, waving to an elderly man as he passed him by. "Morning Grandpa Kent!"
"Good morning, Izuku," the man said as he passed him, shaking his head, "That boy's always running off somewhere, isn't he?" He asked as the boy's mother strolled up next to him.
Inko nodded to the rather tall, elderly man, "That he is," she said with a proud smile, "I only wish things were better for him," she frowned after the boy as he descended to the streets below.
The man known as "Grandpa Kent" was a near giant of a man at 6"3, with very wide shoulders for a man that had to be in his seventies. He was very fit as well, even if his hair was all nearly white, and had a very defined square jaw that was lit up with a small smile as he held up the box he was carrying, "I hope you don't mind, but I was going through some of my son's old things and found a few shirts and jeans that might fit the kid." He said with a kind smile. "I know he comes home a lot with torn clothes."
She smiled at the man and took the box from his arms, "Thank you, Clark," she said tearfully, "You don't know how much your kindness means to us."
Clark chuckled, "I can take a guess," he turned toward his apartment, "Anyway, I'll be around if you two need anything. Just knock on the door." He smiled and entered his home while Inko went to put the box away.
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Inside his apartment, Clark cocked his head a little as he caught the sound of sobbing coming from the Midoriya apartment. The man took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Thanks to his Enhanced Hearing, he knew that the son of the household would likely come home with shredded clothing, and not for the first time since he had met the little family.
Since coming to Japan for a change of scenery, the Midoriyas had been the first people he had met while moving in over a year ago. Izuku had spotted him moving his things into his apartment, and offered to help. Even though he was strong enough to move everything on his own, old habits die hard, so he had let the boy help him. Then Inko had kindly invited him to dinner since it had gotten late.
From that point on, the little family had become a part of his life.
And knowing that the boy was so often abused by his classmates almost made the man want to shake the dust off of his fists. It reminded him of an incident long before metahumans were so widespread, or for superpowers to be called Quirks.
[No,] the man thought, [It's different.] He went into the living room and sat down in his favorite chair, [Back then, it was the boy's father beating his wife and son.] As he recalled that incident, he wondered what Izuku would say in the same situation.
[Do your friends beat you, too?] Izuku's timid voice sounded off in his head.
It almost made him laugh, because, on more than one occasion, his best friend, a man with no Quirk, had beaten him black and blue. "God, I miss you, Bruce," he smiled, leaning his head back. "What would you do in this situation?" He reached up and laid his hand over his eyes. "I can help...but...should I?" He asked himself grimly, parting his fingers to look over at a particular wall.
Behind it, hidden by a small false panel, was something he had created long ago for his wife's birthday, and perfected over time. He shook his head, "No," he sighed to himself, "I can't...I won't let myself be drawn back in." He said tiredly, "Not even for that kid."
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Across Mustafar City, a small family was taking a break at a local coffee shop, "The apartments in this city sure are expensive," said a young brunette girl while she leaned on the table tiredly, "Are you guys sure that this is okay?" She asked her parents worriedly, "You've been getting less and less work over the last few months."
Her mother and father just smiled at the girl, "Now, Sweetie, we've talked about this," her mother said, "Whatever it takes for you to get into U.A. we'll do it."
The girl sighed: it was the same thing her parents said every time she brought up their finances. For one Ochaco Uraraka, life in general had been good. She had been born out in the country to very kind and doting parents who would spare no expense for their daughter. And that was saying something, considering that they were a family with precious little to spare.
Her parents owned and operated a construction company.
And when one lived in a superpowered society, they would think that, considering the amount of damage a Hero and a Villain could cause when fighting, that a good construction company would be in high demand. But that simply wasn't the case. Her father was the type of person to never cut corners when it came to a job. Which meant that more time was needed to ensure that every little detail about whatever the company was building or repairing was made completely safe, and structurally sound.
That being said, most other companies weren't afraid to cut corners when they considered safety a waste of time since a Villain was most likely to rampage and destroy the same building within a month of completion.
So her parents' company suffered.
But that never stopped them from spending every penny they had to spare on her. And she never asked for anything. Not once. Yet she had all the clothes she could ask for, and never lacked for food. She even had a decent cell phone.
Was she spoiled? Yes. Was she selfish? Absolutely not.
While her parents attempted to spoil their only daughter rotten, it had the opposite effect on her. She saw her parents, tired from long days and nights at work, sometimes going hungry because they made sure she had more than she needed. She saw them wearing tattered and worn clothing where she wore crisp and new clothing.
She wanted so much to change that.
But when she told her parents that she wanted to become a Hero/Heroine, while she expected them to want to send her to one of the local schools for training, they surprised her in their decision to once again do nothing but the best for her, and send her to U.A. Academy. The top Hero school in the country, if not the world. She had wanted to argue against them because she knew that they were going to put themselves into a financial hole by sending her to that particular school, but she managed to stop herself.
She knew that U.A. was the Hero School with the most students going on to become successful Heroes. And she needed to be successful...she had to be successful. [This is for them,] she thought as she smiled softly at her parents.
So, here they were in Mustafar looking for an apartment for her to stay in during her time, her parents were very confident that she would be accepted, training at U.A., instead of working to help her parents' business. Not that she didn't want to help them with the company, of course not! It was simply because her parents didn't want her to help.
You see, Aoto and Himari Uraraka were Quirkless. And so were many of their employees. It was another reason their company was less popular than others, who employed those that did have Quirks that made the jobs easier. However, given the prejudice against the Quirkless, jobs were hard to come by for them. So her parents took it upon themselves to hire as many Quirkless individuals as possible.
Ochaco could easily understand that, but that didn't mean she didn't hate the fact that they wouldn't let her help. She had been truly blessed, at least in her own opinion, with a Quirk that was perfect for construction work: its name was Zero Gravity. Anything she touched would have its gravity removed and would be made weightless. Among the superpowers of the world, Quirks that manipulated gravity were a rarity. Her parents took pride in the fact that their daughter was the only person in Japan that had such a Quirk.
Of course, when she found out what she could do with her Quirk, she immediately offered to help out at the company. But her father just laughed it off, and told her that she could just send them on a nice vacation once she became a Hero. The girl liked Heroes well enough, she was even a super fan of the Space Hero: No.13., but that didn't mean that her first choice in life was to become a Hero/Heroine herself. Unfortunately, she saw it as the only way to help her parents. So she was determined to not only become a Heroine, but to make it to the top ten in the Hero Rankings.
"What about this place?" Her father asked her mother, "The price is low enough." He pointed to the location on the pamphlet they were looking over.
Himari looked at the spot he was pointing to, "Yes, but the neighborhood doesn't look all that safe," she muttered before looking at her daughter, "Not that we don't think you can take care of yourself, dear!" She said hurriedly.
"It's okay," Ochaco smiled at her, "I'd rather live somewhere where I don't have to worry about some creep ambushing me."
Aoto sat back with a frown, "Well, then maybe we should look at the places that are closer to the school?" He wondered, "Though the pricing on those apartments are a little..." He trailed off, having already seen the prices of those apartments. And the vacancies were very few and far between. Which meant that the prices were going to be even higher.
"There's the commute to think about, too," Himari pointed out, "We should stick to the complexes that are closest to the train stations."
Ochaco leaned over to get a better look, "The only train station near an apartment complex was Tatooine," she pointed to the picture of a very large complex, "And it looks like this is the only place within walking distance."
Her father took a better look at the complex and smiled at her, "Good eye, Sweetie," he said, "Looks structurally sound, too, and it says that there's minimal Villain activity in this area."
"Are there any Hero Agencies nearby?" Himari asked, taking a look for herself, "That could be a good thing, too."
Aoto hummed a moment in concentration, "Hmm, doesn't look like it," he frowned, "But it might be on a few Heroes' patrol routes," he reasoned a moment later with a smile, "We'll have to check it out before heading back to the hotel."
Ochaco sat back with a smile on her face, "You guys know you don't have to be in any hurry to find an apartment for me," she said, "There's still just under a year before the next entrance exams start up."
Her father chuckled, "I know, Honey, but it's better to have one now, and get ready for the exams before they're over, and all the good apartments are taken by other students," he pointed out, which she understood. Right now, even if they seemed a bit pricey, the rent on many of the apartments were low enough that even a part-timer could afford one. And she didn't want to cost her family any more money than was necessary.
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Meanwhile...
Izuku was on the run as soon as the last bell rang for the day. [At least it's not Katchan, this time,] he reminded himself as he panted heavily. It was his one comfort, which wasn't really saying much considering that the one chasing him was possibly more brutal about his Quirkless status. When Bakugō came after him, it was more or less for intimidation, or verbal abuse, but the one that was chasing him now?
He was physical.
And to add insult to injury, his Quirk made it so he could turn his body as hard as stone. "You're not getting away this time, Freak!" The burly teen in question shouted after him followed by the laughter of his followers.
In panic, Izuku ducked into an alley, overturning trash cans as he went to block them off. It was a tactic that usually worked, but this time seemed to be different as one of the cans sailed over his head, very nearly clipping him as a frightened yelp escaped him.
Miles away, a certain man's head jerked up as his super hearing picked up on the boy's cries.
None the wiser, Izuku broke out of the alley and into the street where he blundered into someone. "Hey!" Shouted a girl's voice.
"Whoa there, Son!" Said a man's voice, "Take it easy before you trample someone!"
Izuku looked up, his face beaded with sweat and fear written across his face. A woman with the little group looked at him in shock, "Oh, heavens, are you alright?"
Before he could respond, he heard shouting behind him, "I-I'm sorry!" He stammered before pelting down the street away from them, and his pursuers. But not before one of them came down right in front of him. Garaki's Quirk gave him leathery bat wings, making it almost impossible for him to get away when they were determined.
"Not so fast, Deku!" He sneered as he made a grab for the scrawny teen. Izuku just ducked out of his reach, and tried to get around him just as the rest of them came crashing out of the alley in front of the family from a moment ago. The woman screamed in terror as Daichi, the Stone Body Quirk user, sneered at him.
"Hold him still, Ken!" He ordered, pounding his fists together, "I'm in a bone-breaking mood today!" He stepped forward menacingly, but the man that Izuku had nearly crashed into put his hand out, "The hell you want, old man?!"
"Just what do you think you're about to do, kid?" Aoto Uraraka demanded in his best boss-voice. "You lay one hand on that boy, and I'll call the cops!" He snapped at the large teen, "Don't think I can't see your arms. You're about to use your Quirk on him!"
Daichi shrugged and swatted his hand away with his hardened fist, "So what? He's a Quirkless nobody!" He snapped, "A freak! Why shouldn't we - ?"
"D-daichi, c'mon," one of his thugs stammered out, looking at the large construction worker timidly, "What if he does call the cops?" He pointed to the man's wife, who already had her phone out, snapping pictures of the scene.
Daichi saw this, and made a grab for it...
Right before his fists collided with someone else with a bone-rattling crack. "ARGH!" Daichi reeled back, holding his injured hand, "What the hell - ?!"
"Watch your mouth, young man," Clark Kent said in a deceptively calm tone as he glared down at the boy with a small gesture over his shoulder, "There are ladies present."
Izuku's eyes nearly popped out of his head, "G-Grandpa Kent?!" He stammered in disbelief.
Clark nodded to the boy, "Are you alright, Izuku?" He asked, gaining a small nod from the young man, "That's good," he smiled before returning his attention to the group hoodlums, "Now, why don't the rest of you run along home?" He asked, a frown across his face as he crossed his arms, "I'm sure your mothers are all worried about you."
Ken and the rest of the group back away from Izuku and the Uraraka family, but Daichi wasn't about to back down, even from the man that towered over the large construction worker. "You really think I'm gonna let you get away with this?!" The boy snapped, "Nobody treats Brick like that!" He reared back his uninjured hand and threw a punch that would have even knocked Bakugō on his back, but Clark raised a hand and effortlessly caught the fist. When the teen tried to pull back, he found himself completely stuck while the man was barely gripping him. "What the -?! What kinda freak are you?"
Clark raised his brow at the teen, "I'm a freak for being strong?" He said with an amused smirk rising to his lips, "And my grandson is a freak because he's a late bloomer?" He gestured to Izuku, who blushed at the comment, "Gonna have to make up your mind, kid. Who's the bigger freak? An old man with powers, or a kid without them?" The smirk disappeared and Clark shoved the boy back, "Or maybe the superpowered kid that likes beating on others to make himself look tough?" He took a step forward, which made the now sufficiently scared Daichi take a step back. "Well kid? Educate me." Clark crossed his arms and waited for the boy to speak.
Daichi shivered before he took off down the street, "I'll get you for this later, Deku!" He called back as his goons chased after him.
Clark shook his head, "Kids," he said in exasperation before stepping toward Izuku, crouching down to his eye-level, "They didn't hurt you, did they?" He asked, instinctively brushing the boy's clothes off as he spoke.
Izuku shook his head, "No, they didn't catch up with me until just before you showed up." The boy assured him, embarrassed that he had to be rescued. He then looked at the little family that had tried to help him, "Um, are you folks alright?" Izuku asked hesitantly, seeing that the man was calming his wife down from what looked like a small panic attack while the girl was visibly fuming. "I...I'm sorry!" He suddenly bowed low at the waist to her, "I didn't mean to put your parents in danger!"
Ochaco looked a little confused before the tall man chuckled and patted the boy on the back, "I think you've got the wrong idea, Izuku," Clark said, "She's not mad at you, she's mad at those hooligans that were after you."
Now she understood, "You're darn right I am!" She snapped, her fists balled up at her side, "Where do those jerks get off calling you a freak just because you don't have a Quirk?!"
Izuku was a little floored by that. It wasn't often he met someone his own age that didn't mind him not having a Quirk. Ochaco then turned to Clark, "But are you okay, Sir?" She asked with real concern, "That guy's Quirk - "
Clark just chuckled, "My power makes me pretty durable," he patted himself on the chest, "Just never thought I'd have to use it against a kid." He shook his head before holding out his hand to the young girl, "Clark Kent. A pleasure to meet you."
Ochaco instinctively reached for his hand and shook it, "O-Ochaco Uraraka," she said as her parents joined them, "These are my parents."
Her father shook Clark's hand next, "Aoto," he said and put his arm around his wife, "And this is my wife, Himari."
"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Kent," she said as she took out a handkerchief and started wiping some grime off of Izuku's face, "Oh, you poor dear, I can't imagine how scared you must've been!"
Izuku chuckled bashfully, "I...well, I'm kinda used to it?"
"Used to it?" Aoto growled, "What do you mean - ?"
Clark cleared his throat, "Sorry, but I think I'd better get him home," the man said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, "His mother tends to worry, given the circumstances."
As Clark began to turn the boy away, Aoto stopped him for a moment, "Before you leave, do you think you could help us?" He asked, holding out the pamphlet they had been looking over at the coffee shop, "Do you know where this apartment complex is?"
Clark took the paper and smiled, "Know it?" He arched his brow.
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As it turned out, Clark and Izuku's apartment complex was the same one that the Urarakas were looking for. "What are the chances we'd meet someone that lived at the same complex we wanted to check out?" Himari smiled happily as the pair led them to the complex, "And if people like you live here, then our little Ochaco's going to be just fine!"
Clark chuckled, "Quite a decent bit of luck you had when Izuku ran into you," he relented, and pointed toward the registration office, "The manager's almost always around, but if he's not, he leaves his phone number on the door."
Aoto nodded in thanks, "We'll find out soon," he smiled, "Thanks again, Clark." He said and bade goodbye to them, "You take care, Izuku, and don't let those brats put you down for being Quirkless!"
Izuku blushed and chuckled bashfully, "Ye-yeah, right..."
"Dear, don't forget," Himari told her husband with a light admonishment, "He's just a late bloomer. He'll get his Quirk someday!" She said with a smile in the boy's direction, "If he's anything like his grandfather, then I'm sure we'll see him at U.A. with her soon!"
Izuku opened his mouth to protest, but Clark beat him to it, "Well, my Quirk didn't come in until I turned ten, and Izuku's fourteen, nearly fifteen now, so it should be coming in any day." He smiled at the little family, a look going toward Ochaco, "If the two of you do go to U.A., please, keep an eye on him for me?"
Ochaco smiled at them, "Sure!" She all but chirped before she and her parents headed off toward the office.
Now that they were alone, Izuku spoke up, "Why did you have to lie to them like that?" He asked of the older man, "I..." his eyes welled up with tears, "You know I'm never going to have a Quirk, so - " Clark knelt down and started drying his eyes with his sleeve, "I want so badly to be a Hero, but - "
"Kid," Clark said as he wiped away Izuku's tears, "Why do you want to be a Hero so badly?" He asked, the boy gaining a look of confusion, "I mean what's your goal?"
"My...goal...?" Izuku parroted slowly.
Clark nodded, "I mean do you want to be a Hero to support your mother better," he asked, but the boy slowly shook his head, "Then do you want recognition?" Again another shake, "Okay," he smiled at the boy, "I'm lost. Tell me why you want to be a Hero."
Izuku brought his hands up and started twiddling his thumbs, "Well, I..." his face began to redden, "I've always admired them for what they do," he said but a moment later his eyes just lit up, "But... I wanna be like All Might!" He beamed loudly, "He's so cool and he always manages to save people with a huge smile on his face!"
Clark frowned a little with his brow arched once again, "Is that all?" He asked.
Izuku shrugged, "Well, no, I suppose," the boy muttered, "I mean, even if I don't have a Quirk, I... I guess I want to..." he looked up at the man, "Is it...is it wrong that I want to inspire people like All Might does?"
"Of course not," Clark shook his head, "But how are you going to do that when you don't have any powers?" He asked. While in the past, Heroes without powers were equal in number to those with powers, in the age that they lived in now? Izuku becoming a Hero, or even a Hero student would be suicide. He was a small framed boy, with thin arms and legs. Even if he trained himself into the ground to change that, he wouldn't have any time for combat training.
As much as he hated thinking about it, Izuku becoming a Hero without a Quirk was impossible.
And it seemed that Izuku knew that. The boy's face had fallen so low that he couldn't even see his eyes. But he could hear the tears welling up in his eyes like pools. "I..." The boy's voice trembled. "I don't know...but I... I have to - " A sob rattled through his chest. "If I... If I become a Hero... Dad might... "
And there it was.
His real reason for wanting to become a Hero. Yes, Izuku wanted to become a Hero that saved people and brought them comfort with his smile. But when the issue was boiled down to the bare bones, he wanted his father to acknowledge him as his son. A man that hadn't been in the boy's life since he found out that his son would never have a Quirk of his own, and only gave his family enough money to just barely scrape by.
Clarked reached out and raised his chin up so he could see his face. Izuku's eyes looked defeated. Dead.
He took a deep breath and let it out, [Now or never, Clark,] he told himself. He smiled then, "What if I told you I could help you gain a Quirk?"
Izuku's eyes gained some life back in them, "What...?"
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Author's Note: In this story, Superman is old. Extremely old. He will obviously be a grandfather figure for Izuku. The Sludge Villain incident will still happen since we haven't seen Bakugo, yet. Also, Ochaco's Quirk will be getting stronger in later chapters. As we all know, the more you train Quirks, the stronger they get, but they can also evolve during times of intense stress...that is until the later chapters of the manga retconned that.
So here and now, I give credit to Justin D for the idea for her Quirk Evolution and its name: Cosmos
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