Nice to see you it is. Missed you, I have.

Here's the sixth chapter of the fic, and the plot starts to move forward (you will see what I mean when you read the chapter). I promise we'll get to U.A. soon, so don't drop this, as I promise you the wait will be worth it.

I forgot to tell you, but this chapter is part of another double update, Chapter V being the first one. The reason? Chapter VII, As I really, really want you to read it.

Man, this is going to be a short initial author's note, as I don't want to talk about the chapter and spoil it for you.

So, you already know this: I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please leave a review and yadda yadda.

See you at the end.

Disclaimer: You already know this; MHA is owned by Kohei Horikoshi. The Force and everything related to Star Wars are the intellectual property of George Lucas and the evil multi-billion-dollar company with the laggy streaming service.

The only thing that is mine is the computer from which this is written. Yay!

Underlined and italicized text = thoughts and/or internal dialogues.

Underlined, italicized, and bold text = Force ghosts dialogues.

Italicized and bold text = The Force dialogues.

Bold Text = Powerful characters dialogues (Like All-Might).

"When we rescue others, we rescue ourselves."

Chapter VI: The First Friend.

The streets of Musutafu were bustling with the usual afternoon activity as thirteen-years-old Izuku Midoriya strolled through the city. He was honing his newfound ability to sharpen his senses with the Force, striving to expand his awareness beyond the immediate environment. The blend of chattering voices, honking cars, and distant sirens created a chaotic symphony that was both overwhelming and exhilarating for him.

Suddenly, a distinct sound cut through the noise—a group of kids shouting. Izuku's senses zeroed in on the commotion, and a wave of unease washed over him. He quickened his pace, following the voices until he turned a corner and came upon the source of the disturbance.

Three older teens were encircling a kid his age, taunting him mercilessly. He had short, dark purple hair and weary eyes. One of the older kids stood unnaturally still, his vacant expression suggesting he was under some spell.

"You're destined to be a villain with a Quirk like that!" one of the bullies jeered, shoving the purple-haired kid roughly.

The pre-teen stood his ground, but the hurt in his eyes was unmistakable. Just as one of the bullies picked up a rock and hurled it at him with malicious intent, Izuku's instincts kicked in. He reached out with the Force, his focus intense as he strained to halt the rock's trajectory. The stone slowed dramatically mid-air, quivering under his control before finally dropping harmlessly to the ground. The bullies stared in stunned silence, their heads swiveling as they searched for the source of the unseen intervention.

The green-haired padawan stepped forward, his heart racing but his resolve unshaken. "Leave him alone!" He commanded, his voice carrying an authority that even surprised him.

The bullies wavered, their faces contorted with confusion and anger. One of them, a particularly tall and burly teen, cracked his knuckles and sneered, "And who are you to tell us what to do?"

Izuku took a steadying breath, standing firm. "I'm someone who won't let you hurt him.

The burly teenager let out a mocking laugh and lunged at him, aiming a punch at his face. Izuku ducked just in time, his reflexes honed by his training. He used his heightened senses to predict the attacks, dodging the blows with surprising agility.

Frustration mounted as the bullies' attacks continued to miss. "Hold still, you little bastard!" one of them shouted.

Seeing Izuku's struggle, the purple-haired kid stepped forward, his voice resolute. "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police!"

The bullies exchanged uneasy glances. "Let's get out of here," one of them muttered. "He's not worth it."

With that, they retreated, dragging their dazed friend with them. As they disappeared into the distance, Izuku turned to the purple haired kid, who gazed at him with deep gratitude.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, panting from the effort. Concern was evident in his voice.

The other kid nodded, brushing dirt off his clothes with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Yeah, thanks to you. I'm Hitoshi Shinso. That was... amazing. How did you do that?"

A warm smile spread across the padawan's face as he felt a genuine connection with Hitoshi. "It's my… quirk, but I'm glad I could help. My name's Izuku Midoriya."

"Thanks, Midoriya," Hitoshi said, his voice laced with genuine gratitude. "Most people just avoid me because of my Quirk."

"Hmm, that's an interesting Quirk," The green haired pre-teen said, trying to keep his tone casual despite the spark of curiosity in his eyes. "I've always been interested by how different abilities work and how they shape people's lives."

Hitoshi looked at him, a bit puzzled by Izuku's subdued reaction. "Really? Most people don't seem that interested."

Izuku offered a small, shy smile. "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a Quirk enthusiast. I mean, I don't know much about others' abilities, but I find them intriguing. It's always cool to learn how different Quirks can be used in various ways."

"Since you're genuinely interested," The purple haired kid began, looking more at ease, "my Quirk is called Brainwashing. If someone responds to me when I speak, I can control their actions for a short time. But because of how it sounds, people often think it's a villainous ability. That's why I get bullied or avoided."

Izuku felt a pang of sympathy. "That's not fair. Your Quirk doesn't define who you are. I think it's pretty cool."

The purple haired kid's eyes widened in surprise, a small smile forming on his lips. "You really think so?"

Izuku nodded enthusiastically. His thrill palpable. "Absolutely. Every Quirk has its uses and challenges. My master always says, 'It's not the ability itself that defines you, but how you choose to use it.' You're not a villain, Shinso."

The other boy's smile grew a bit wider. "Thanks, Midoriya. That means a lot."

As they walked together, Izuku's nerves fluttered with anxiety. Social interactions beyond his familiar circle of schoolmates, Katsuki, his mother, and the Force ghosts still felt daunting. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm.

"So, uh, do you live around here?" He asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, just a few blocks away," his new friend replied. "What about you?"

"I live a bit farther, but I like walking through the city. It helps me clear my mind," Izuku said, glancing at him. "Do you go to the local junior high?"

Hitoshi shook his head. "No, I go to a different school. It's smaller, but the bullying still happens."

Izuku's heart ached for his new friend, feeling a genuine pang of sympathy. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, I'm here."

Hitoshi looked genuinely touched. "Thanks, Midoriya. I'd like that."

As they continued walking, the conversation became easier. Izuku found himself talking about school, mentioning his favorite subjects and the ones he found challenging. He told Hitoshi how he gained an interest in mechanics, a field that fascinated him with its blend of creativity and technical challenge, thanks to his master.

His new friend explained to him how he found shelter in reading, especially in books that delved into strategy and psychology. The complexities of human behavior and the intricacies of strategic thinking interested him deeply, as more than a pastime, they were a means of understanding the world and navigating the social labyrinth he often felt trapped in.

Izuku understood that as he told his very first friend in a long time how he picked up the art of analysis. The way different hero abilities functioned, and the strategic elements of their use provided him an escape of the abuses he suffered. He told Hitoshi about his drawings and how he filled sketchbooks with detailed illustrations of heroes and their powers, a proof to his fascination with the world of heroes, something that brought him joy.

As they reached a quiet intersection, the time to part ways approached. The streetlights flickered on as dusk settled over Musutafu.

"I really enjoyed talking with you today." Izuku said, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance.

Hitoshi offered a genuine smile in return. "Me too, Midoriya. It was good to make a new friend. Thanks for standing up for me earlier."

The padawan nodded, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction. "No problem. If you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, just let me know."

"I'll definitely take you up on that," the other replied, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "It's nice to have someone who understands."

They exchanged a few more words, making plans to meet again and discuss their interests further. With a final nod and a friendly wave, they headed in opposite directions.

- THE FORCE AWAKENS –

Inko Midoriya sat at the kitchen table, watching her son intently as he recounted his latest progress with the Force. he warm glow of the overhead light cast a soft halo around Izuku's face, emphasizing the excitement in his eyes.

"Every day you seem to have more control over the Force, Izuku," she said, her voice tinged with both pride and concern. Her fingers lightly drummed on the table, a habit she used to keep her nerves on check. "Maybe it's time to update your status in the Quirk Registry. That way, you won't have to worry about explaining your abilities in the future."

Izuku nodded, absorbing her words. He looked thoughtful. "You're right, Mom. It would make things a lot easier."

At if on cue, the familiar figures of the three force-ghost masters materialized in the room. It shimmering as their ethereal forms took shape. Yoda's ears perked up with approval, his ancient eyes sparkling with wisdom "A very good idea, this is."

Obi-Wan crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought. The shadows cast by the kitchen's light danced across his face, adding depth to his serious expression. "Indeed. It's important to have a coherent explanation for Young Midoriya's abilities."

Anakin ever the playful one, grinned as he nudged his former with a mischievous glint in the eye. "Alright, old man, let's come up with a believable story for Sparky's new 'quirk'."

Obi-Wan sighed, a hint of exasperation coloring his expression. "We should keep it simple. Perhaps we could say it's a unique mutation that grants him enhanced senses and telekinetic abilities."

Inko listened intently, her eyes flicking between the ghosts as she absorbed, Obi-Wan's suggestion. The kitchen, with its cozy and homely feel, seemed to fade into the background as the conversation deepened. "That does sound straightforward," she agreed. Her gaze softened as she considered her son's future.

Anakin laughed, his tone light and teasing, his eyes gleaming with a touch of mischief. "Oh, come on, master. Where's the fun in that? How about we say the Force is a result of an ancient alien artifact?"

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. Glad to see his former apprentice was returning to his old mannerisms, the way he was before Sidious's machinations. "An ancient alien artifact? Really, Anakin?"

Izuku couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his own master suggestion. The laughter was a welcome break from the more serious moments. "An alien artifact suddenly giving me powers sounds like something out of a comic book."

Yoda, observing the playful exchange with a subtle smile, occasionally interjected with his own witticisms. "More absurd, it gets."

As Anakin and Obi-Wan continued their banter, the room filled with a warm sense of camaraderie. Anakin leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed, and offered another idea. "What about saying he inherited it from a distant ancestor?"

Obi-Wan, now fully immersed in the humor, pretended to ponder the suggestion with exaggerated seriousness. "That's a somewhat believable explanation, Anakin, for a moment I thought you would say, Izuku was an alien who escaped his planet as a baby moments before it was destroyed."

The chosen one of the Force grinned, feeling a swell of nostalgia as he recalled the playful antics from his days as Obi Wan's apprentice. The memories of their time together, filled with both training and mischief, brought a genuine smile to his face.

Inko, although enjoying the banter, decided it was time to get serious. Her face took on a firm expression as she interrupted the playful debate. "Alright, you two, enough. We need a real solution here."

Izuku, who had been attentively listening to the conversation, seized the opportunity to contribute his own idea. "What if we say that my quirk is a rare mutation of mom's, one that uses my mind to enhance my senses, my physical abilities and allows me to move objects with it? It could be explained as a late-blooming ability that only recently manifested."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as everyone considered Izuku's suggestion. The kitchen's familiar hum of the refrigerator and the faint rustle of the curtains seemed to fade into the background as the Force-ghosts and Inko weighed the proposal.

Just as they were about to delve further into the discussion, a new presence made itself known. The air seemed to shift, and a regal figure appeared. She wore a flowing white gown, its simplicity accentuated by a silver belt that was fixed at her waist. Her dark hair was styled in intricate braids, framing a face that radiated a serene and confident beauty.

"Greetings, Izuku. Mrs. Midoriya," she said, her voice warm and calming, cutting through the room's previous tension. "I'm Leia Organa, it's nice to finally meet you after hearing a lot of you from these three."

The green-haired boy and his mother stared in awe at the ethereal figure before them. Inko, though initially surprised, quickly assessed the regal presence with a mixture of respect and curiosity. She saw in Leia a leader who commanded respect without need for force. Izuku, on the other hand, was captivated by the serene and almost otherworldly beauty of the Force-ghost.

Caught in his admiration, Izuku's thoughts tumbled out awkwardly. "You… look like a princess."

His face flushed a deep red as he realized his blunder. He dropped his gaze, suddenly finding the color of the kitchen's floor intensely fascinating.

Leia's expression softened into a fond smile. "Thank you for your compliment Izuku, you can raise your head, there's nothing to be ashamed of." She turned her gaze towards Inko, her eyes radiating warmth. "Your son is a wonderful boy, you must be very proud of the way he acts and the great promise he shows."

Inko, still processing the surreal moment, managed a nod. A small, proud smile crept onto her face. "Thank you, Leia. I am very proud of him."

Anakin, unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of humor, smirked at his padawan's reaction. He clasped Leia's shoulders with a playful gesture. "That's right, Sparky. This beautiful lady here is both a princess and my daughter, pretty neat huh?" His voice was fille with fatherly pride.

Leia's smile faltered slightly, a brief shadow crossing her face as old memories flickered. She quickly masked her feelings with a more diplomatic demeanor. "Yes, Father. Quite neat," she said, her tone steady. Despite having forgiven him for Vader's actions, there was still an aura of tension when he referred to her so casually.

Obi-Wan, witnessing Anakin's tendency to divert important conversations into trivial matters, facepalmed. "Focus, Anakin. We're here to help Izuku."

Leia returned her attention to Izuku and Inko, her demeanor once again warm and reassuring. "As I was saying, Izuku, you're doing wonderfully. Regarding the matter of your quirk registration, your idea of presenting the Force as a rare mutation is a good start, but it needs a bit more detail to be convincing."

Feeling reassured by Leia's composed demeanor, Inko nodded. "What would you suggest, Leia?"

The princess smiled gently. "We should emphasize the gradual nature of this 'quirk.' It would explain why it manifested later in Izuku's life. We could describe it as a dormant ability that needed a trigger or a significant event to awaken it."

Anakin, now more focused, nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. And we can say that the training Izuku has been undergoing is a way to harness and control this quirk."

Obi-Wan added, "Indeed. We could also highlight the unique aspects of his abilities, such as enhanced perception and telekinesis, as part of this mutation."

Yoda, who had been observing the discussion with his characteristic calmness, gave a small nod. "Complete, this explanation is. Believable, it will be."

Izuku looked around at the supportive faces of the Force ghosts and his mother, feeling a deep surge of gratitude. The warmth in the room created a comforting atmosphere. Taking one of the empty notebooks with the Force, he began to draft the detailed and convincing explanation crafted by the group. As he wrote, his focus and determination were evident.

When he finished, he looked at it and smiled fondly. "Thank you, everyone. I'm ready to go to the City Hall to update my Quirk Registry entry."

Inko placed a reassuring hand on her son's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Izuku. Let's get this sorted out."

With their task complete, the Force ghosts began to fade, their presence lingering like a comforting warmth. Anakin gave a final wink and a thumb-up, Obi-Wan a reassuring nod, and Yoda a serene smile. Leia lingered a moment longer, her gaze full of hope and pride.

"May the Force be with you, Izuku," she said softly before disappearing.

The room felt a little emptier as the Force ghosts departed, but their guidance had given Izuku and Inko a renewed sense of purpose. Izuku looked at his mother, determination shining in his eyes. "Let's go, Mom. It's time to make this official."

They left their apartment, the bustling city of Musutafu seemed to welcome them with its familiar noise and energy. Izuku walked with a newfound confidence, knowing that his path was clearer, and his abilities recognized. Inko walked beside him, her heart full of pride and support.

As Izuku and Inko walked down the street toward the City Hall, deeply focused on their next steps and the future ahead, they were completely unaware of the figure watching them from the sidewalk. A boy with bright red wings, his face contorted in a sneer, observed the scene with disgust and disbelief.

His eyes narrowed as he observed Izuku and his mother, wondering to himself if Deku had been deceiving everyone all along. Seconds later, he ran off to an unknown destination, determined to share what he had seen with his friends.

Nice to see yousa made it here. Now, let's get down to business avenue.

First, Izuku got a new friend in Aizawa's illegitimate son. I actually debated a lot with myself to determine who would be Izuku's new and first friend. Just for you to know, Mei Hatsume and Shoji Mezo were also considered. Mei was discarded as I have other plans for Izuku involving machines and Mei is like a cheat code for that. As for Mr. Octopus, I have my reasons.

So, Hitoshi seemed like the best choice since he and Izuku share traits and their backstories are somewhat similar (being told they can't be heroes and all that). And the main reason is that Hitoshi can do the "These aren't the droids you are looking for" trick as his main ability. (For those who don't know what I'm talking about, one of the Force powers is to manipulate the mind of your opponent. Now you get it, right?)

Regarding Princess Firecracker, Miss Badass, Senator Leia Organa, I hinted at her appearance in Chapter IV. When writing the quirk registration update bit, I wondered who could help draft a bullshitty but believable explanation to make the Force seem like a quirk. Anakin would just suggest wild ideas for fun, Obi-Wan would come up with something but not solid enough, and I wanted Yoda to be the tired master who lets the younger generation find the answer for themselves. That left Izuku, his mother, and the then two unnamed Force ghosts.

I mean, Leia in the movies made the ultimate badass move and lied to both Tarkin and Vader's faces about the whereabouts of her rebel buddies. (Yeah, I know. At the end Alderan still got blown up, but it wasn't Leia's fault) To me she can be quite the expert at lying and I wanted to introduce her.

But what do you think? I'm eager to read your thoughts on this.

Meesa bid yousa adieu and remind yousa not to forget to let me know your opinions in the review box. Thank yousa for taking the time to read this chapter. Your support and feedback mean a lot to me. Stay tuned for the next chapter, and may the Force be with you!

Until next time,

—FarXs, Darth Jar Jar in disguise.