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Now onto the story. This story takes place 15 years after the whole 'Assassination Classroom Project.' Heroes don't know about the true identities of these assassins; the reason will be explained further into the story.

I want to clarify that I do not own Assassination Classroom, which is created by Yusei Matsui, nor do I own MHA, which is created by Horikoshi. I am just a fan of these shows.

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ISOGAI'S POV

'I must thank Itona and Ritsu for creating and programming this Nano suit. It is resistant to fire, blades, tension, shock, and impacts. The suit can easily change colour for camouflage, and thanks to Manami, it can generate an identical scent of the surroundings if the right chemicals are present. The cables are also highly efficient for rescues and escapes. Itona mentioned that he was inspired by Erasurehead's scarf, but this suit is much more resilient, durable, and extendable by exchanging nanomachines from within the suit, although there is a limit to this. Additionally, Ritsu's self-calculation of grip strength is impressive; otherwise, I would have to adjust the grip regularly. But most importantly...'

I took out a pair of earbuds from my suit and tapped on it in a pattern. A cheery voice came from the earbuds.

Hello Isogai, How may I help you?*

"Hello Ritsu, I am fine. How are you? Actually, I want you to hack the Aldera Junior High's CCTV to see if there is any kind of bullying regarding Izuku Midoriya. If there is, then call and inform Nagisa too."

I will look into it... *Pleasewait* ...Done. Yes, Isogai, you are right. There is bullying not only from the students but also from the teachers, involving physical abuse and public humiliation similar to the treatment of Class 3E. I will quickly connect Nagisa on the line and explain it to him. Please wait...*

[A/N NOTE: Conference calls or multiple calls will be in a dialogue-writing format.]

Nagisa: Hello Isogai.

Isogai: Hello Nagisa! Has Ritsu told you about why I called you?

Nagisa: Yes, how may I help you?

Isogai: I want you to train him for the Hero course in your school. Can you do it?

Nagisa: I can understand the importance of training but my training is only useful for an underground hero. And no kid wants to be an underground hero in this day.

Isogai: He is a distant family member from Meg's mother's side. You must've met him during my wedding. He has a huge infatuation for Heroes and wants to become one, but he was diagnosed as quirkless. I thought as he grew up he would leave his childhood dream behind, but he still wants to be one, and I want him to achieve his dream. But due to bullying and constant rejection, he developed a very strong inferiority complex greater than our very own. So, I want you to break his shell and help him achieve his dream.

I am asking you for this favour because you are just like Koro-sensei, who will do everything in his power to help achieve his student's dreams.

Nagisa: Hehe, You're Flattering me. Ritsu I think we have a lot of work to do.

Ritsu: Ok, Nagisa-sensei.

Nagisa: Don't worry Isogai. I will do what I can, to achieve his goal and kill his inferiority complex.

He is fortunate to have you. I also received a request from Kirara-san and Hiroto-kun to assist their relatives in getting into the U.A. They have some insecurities about having a villainous quirk and something similar to that.

Isogai: Thank you, Nagisa. Thank you, Ritsu.

Nagisa: Does mrs. Midoriya know about this?

Isogai: Don't worry; I am currently heading towards her home. I asked for that CCTV footage as proof that her son has been bullied, but I won't show the more extreme ones to her. She is a bit protective of him, and that's why Izuku never told her about the bullying to not make her worried sick. I will convince her to send him to live with me for a year, and from there he can go to your school without much delay.

Nagisa: Ok. Say Hi to Meg-san from me.

Ritsu: From me too.

Isogai: OK then, bye.

After walking for a while, I noticed some nearby fruit and flower shops and thought,'Maybe I should buy some flowers or fruits,'because it would be rude to just go empty-handed, and it can change the outcome for the reason why I am going there. So I ended up buying a bouquet and some fruits. On the way towards my destination, there was a bakery, and I remembered that Izuku likes red strawberry cake, so I bought it.

After a few more minutes, I reached my final destination and checked the apartment again. Using the stairs, I made my way to the fifth floor and pressed the doorbell. A voice came through the intercom and asked,

Inko Midoriya speaking. How may I help you?'*

"Aunt Inko, it's me, Yuma Isogai, Meg's husband."

Oh! Yuma-kun, please wait; I will quickly open it.*

After a few seconds, the door opened, and behind that door was a little short and a little chubby, yet a very kind and loving mother was greeting me.

"Yuma-kun, it's been a while, yet you look the same as the day you were during your wedding," she said as she invited me inside the house.

"Please, you are embarrassing me. By the way, please take it as a little gift." I said, giving her the bouquet, fruits, and the cake.

"You don't have to bring all this. Anyway, thank you for thinking so much about us. Please make yourself at home; I am bringing some cold drinks."

She went towards the kitchen, and I sat on the couch, waiting for her. She came back a minute later with 2 glasses of cold drinks and gave me one.

"How are Meg and Takeshi doing? How old is Takeshi now? I saw him when he started his first walk."

"Both of them are doing well. Takeshi is 5 years old, and he can be quite a handful. I'm glad he understands the difference between right and wrong after we've explained it to him. However, we can't share everything with him, so we focus on ensuring he knows the most important things."

"I can guess, but I think he is quite intelligent if he can be reasoned with."

"I think so too."

"So, why the sudden visit, Yuma-kun? You always let me know if you were stopping by."

'So, the real question came out, huh?'I thought internally and said the reason why I originally came here, "Well, I had some business in the next city, and I thought that stopping by your house and giving you and Izuku a good news face-to-face is a good idea. So here I am."

"Good news?" Aunt Inko confusedly asked me.

"Last week we found out that... Meg is pregnant with our second child." I said, smiling widely.

"Wow! Congratulations! Congratulations!" said happily and 'radiating brightly'.

That's my quirk[Quirk: Conscience Detect (Awakened)]. At first, I could only slightly/vaguely sense if the person near me had a bad motive or not. But years of living in poverty taught me to distinguish whether intentions come from genuine goodwill or personal gain. My experiences with 3E, Koro-sensei, Karasuma-sensei, and Bitch-sensei, along with Koro-sensei's loss, awakened my quirk. Now, I see people's consciences like glowing lights—the purer the emotions, the brighter they shine, and the darker the thoughts, the dimmer their souls. I can also perceive their greatest regrets. Now I can easily disable my quirk whenever I want.

That's why I decided to tell them firstly about Meg's pregnancy and let Nagisa help Izuku accomplish his childhood dream because they are the only people, aside from 3E, with such brightness to make anyone blind. I hope everyone can become so pure-hearted.

"Yuma-kun, are you OK?" She asked, waving her hand in front of me.

"Ah! Yeah, just lost in thoughts." I said, trying to not get her too worried.

'I don't want the world to lose such pure-hearted people again like Yukimura-sensei; therefore, I have to tell her now and Izuku after he comes back,' I thought, and mentally readied myself to tell her when a voice was heard.

"MOM, I AM HOME." It was Izuku's voice.

"Mom, are there guests here? I saw a pair of sho... es... " Izuku came asking from the hallways towards the living room when he saw me.

"Hey Izuku, it's been a while, huh?" I said, slowly approaching him. "You have gotten so—" I was about to comment on his height when he suddenly hugged me, sniffling and smiling. I could tell they were tears of joy.

"I missed you, Big Bro," Izuku said while wiping his tears. I just smiled at this.

"I missed you too, my little hero," I said, ruffling his messy green hair.

"Alright, Izuku, that's enough. You don't want to ruin his suit, do you? Go get changed while I prepare dinner for us. You'll be joining us, right?" Aunt Inko asked, looking at me. I nodded.

"Great! I will prepare Katsudon, then. Izuku, while I prepare food, you talk with your big bro."

To which, Izuku replied with a loud "HAI." In a few minutes, Izuku quickly changed into his shorts, and we talked for half an hour, and we didn't even know it.

"Dinner is ready. Quickly wash your hands and come here." Aunt announced.

We quickly washed our hands and began eating. Dinner was really good. I get why Izuku was telling me that his mom's katsudon is the best.

After dinner, Izuku and I talked some more while waiting for Aunt to join us.

"So, how much time will you spend with us.?"

"I will have to leave at midnight," I replied, to which his face became saddened. "Hey, don't make such a sad face. You will be coming to meet us when the baby is born, right?"

He smiled again listening to this and nodded. And we talked until Aunt came back.

IZUKU'S POV

It always felt good when I met him. It was at his wedding when I saw him, and I could never forget that day of my life.

(Flashback 7 Years Ago)

[A/N: Flashbacks will be in italics.]

"Mom, who is he? I asked, not knowing much about the rituals and ceremonies and other things, pointing at the groom.

My mom, who didn't look like her current self, smiled and said, "He is my big sister's eldest daughter's, meaning your big sister Meg's would-be husband. In that case, your big bro."

After the entire ceremony of the bride and groom kissing and exchanging vows, I was enjoying a cold drink while walking. Suddenly, a man came from the side, talking with his friends. I accidentally bumped into him, spilling my drink all over his pristine white pants. I braced myself for a yell or some scolding, as is usually the case in these situations. However, these men were different. Instead of reprimanding me, they asked me,

"Hey Kid, are you okay?" asked the tallest of them. He was wearing a black suit with open coat buttons and fiery red hair. To which I nodded.

"Can you stand?" asked the long blue-haired man/woman wearing a buttoned formal coat. To which I nodded and stood up.

"Does it hurt somewhere here?" the third one, who is the groom, asked, pointing towards my head. To which I shook.

"Sorry, kid, we were so focused on our talk that we didn't see you." He bowed. "By the way, what's your name?"

"I-Izuku Midoriya," I replied.

"You must be Meg's aunt's kid. I am your Big Sis Meg's husband; therefore, I am technically your big bro." He waited for my response, but I just nodded. "Can we talk somewhere?" To which I nodded again.

I'm not sure when it happened, but I started to talk to him freely, expressing everything without holding back. I thought I had finally found someone who understood me, but there was something odd about our conversations. We discussed our childhood dreams, hobbies, idols, future goals, and more, but he never enquired about my quirk. So, I decided to ask him about it.

"Why aren't you asking about my quirk?"

To which he simply said, "Do you want to tell me? If not, then who am I to ask you? Do you know that most of my junior high friends present here are quirkless and the remaining have weak or useless quirks?"

I was amazed after hearing this. He continued, "Our sensei, who is our idol, taught us that it's not the quirk that defines a person, but rather the person who defines their quirk or themselves. For example, consider a knife:

- In the hands of a criminal, it becomes a weapon.

- In the hands of a chef, it serves as cookingware.

- In the hands of a doctor, it is a surgical instrument.

Therefore never judge someone based on their quirk but based on their character."

(Flashback end)

I remember those lines to this day.

I always saw him or imagined him with a bright smile. So I don't understand where that smile went when my mother sat with us.

"Auntie, Izuku, I want to talk to you about something important." He said in a serious tone. Both of us were taken aback by the sudden shift in tone.

"W-what is it, Yuma-kun?" Mom asked.

"Did something happen half an hour before you came home, Izuku?" He asked.

'What? Did he know? How did he know? Maybe he just wants to know for some other purpose, then why the serious tone? I am panicking; I mustn't panic.'I thought internally panicking. So I tried my best to hide it. "I don't know what you are talking about, Big Bro."

"*Sigh* Maybe this will help you remember something. Slime villain. Explosive Boy. Rash Bag Throw. Near Death Lecture. Does it help you remember anything?"

'Now I'm screwed. He knows everything.'I panicked internally. "You were there?"

"*Sigh* Yes, I was."

"What is happening? What did Izuku do? Is he in trouble?" Mom asked question after question.

"Auntie, relax. Izuku is not in any kind of trouble...yet."'What's with the dramatic pause?'

"What do you mean 'yet'?"

"Let me tell you the whole story. On my way towards your apartment, I saw a huge crowd blocking the pathway, so I went to see what was with all this commotion. There I saw 4 to 5 Heroes helplessly standing before a villain who had taken a kid with an explosive quirk hostage. Then Izuku went piercing through the crowd, threw his backpack, and tried to free the hostage from his grasp. Fortunately, some hero came and saved them both. And he got a lecture from the heroes present there." He explained all that in such short sentences.

"Izuku, what's the meaning of all this? Do you have any injury?" She asked as she cried and hugged me.

"Mom, I don't know how, but my body worked on its own. I couldn't control myself that time," I said, trying to reason with her.

"And that's the same thing that will kill you someday, Izuku." Big bro told me, to which both Mom and I stiffened.

"What do you mean?" Both of us asked.

"It's often described as a heroic impulse, but many psychiatrists believe it's a subconscious reaction developed due to two main factors:

One significant reason is a lifetime of witnessing pervasive injustice. Individuals who have endured or observed unfairness may develop an intense desire to protect others from similar experiences. This deeply ingrained sense of empathy and justice can trigger a powerful, automatic response within them, compelling them to act on behalf of those in need without fully understanding why.

Another key aspect is that some individuals perform heroic deeds without even realising it. They embody the essence of heroism, driven by a strong moral compass and a genuine desire to help others. In our contemporary society—where the concept of heroism is celebrated and elevated—these two explanations provide profound insight into the roots of heroic behaviour."

He took a breath and continued, "And it's a very dangerous impulse. You must be thinking that it's a defining quality of a hero, but it's just your subconscious reaction. Let me ask you what you think would have happened if there hadn't been a hero who could fight that villain. Simple, you'd have died right there and then." He stopped, letting us process all of this.

"Izuku You won't do anything like this, you understand?" Mom told me worriedly, to which I could've only nodded.

"That would be quite difficult because it's a subconscious impulse. You can't control it but can get ready for it. Get trained by professionals to react reflexively so that you can protect yourself and others. You get it?"

"Izuku, I'll quickly enrol you in a martial arts dojo so that you can protect yourself." Mom quickly decided.

"No, Auntie, it won't do him any good. The expertise he needs can only come from a hero, not from their program. I truly believe that enrolling him in U.A. is the best choice for his future." He stopped, waiting for a response. To say we were surprised would be an understatement. I was going to ask her about that tomorrow morning, but he asked this for me now.

"But how will he enter the U.A. because he is..." Mom paused, knowing that it would hurt me.

"Because he is quirkless? You both know that I don't let quirks decide anyone. If he has the dedication to become a hero, then I will help him." He declared.

"R-really?" was all I asked.

"Yes, my friends have started a prep school that will help you pass the U.A. Entrance Exam. But you will have to come with me to Tokyo to attend it for a year."

'I want to go away from my school, but I also can't go, because tomorrow my training will start.'Before I could say Mom said, "But he has a school here."

"Well, the entrance exam is 10 months from now. The 3rd year of his school should not have completed much of the course. But I'd prefer that he should get away from that school as soon as possible," said the last sentence disgustingly.

"But why?" Mom asked confusedly.

"I guess Izuku didn't tell you anything. Before coming to your house, I researched the school and hacked into their servers and found this. Please see." He said, showing us CCTV footage of my bullying by teachers and students alike, to which my mom was shocked, not knowing that all of this was happening to her son in school.

I had something else in my mind, so I asked, "How did you get this footage?"

He simply replied, "When my family faces problems like these, I am ready to do anything for them."

Public humiliation, yelling, bullying—you name it, and it will be there. The video stopped, and Mom cried till her eyes dried. And she finally asked a question, "How do I know that this will not happen in your friend's prep school?"

"That's because we faced the same treatment back then because of our quirklessness or useless quirk. That's why my friend, Nagisa, with our help, started this prep school to help people like us achieve our dreams. He won't be the only one who will teach him, and others, including me and my friends, will also teach them based on our expertise. So you can rest easy." He explained and reassured us.

"Yuma-kun, I know you, therefore I trust you that you won't do anything bad with Izuku. But it's Izuku's decision, so let him decide." To which he nodded and looked at me expecting an answer.

"I-I w-want to go b-but I can't d-decide right now. Can y-you w-wait for my a-answer till t-tomorrow?" I asked stuttering.

He nodded and said, "OK, I will return in 3 days after completing my work. So decide till then. But remember, no matter what you choose, I will respect that choice." He said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

(Timeskip Midnight)

"Goodbye, Auntie. Goodbye, Izuku. We'll meet again." He said giving us a goodbye hug.

"Goodbye, Bro/Yuma-kun, and take care." Both of us said.

NARRATOR'S POV

(Timeskip 4:45 AM Dagobah Beach)

We see two silhouettes. On closer look, it was All Might and Izuku.

"All Might, I want to ask you something," Izuku said.

"Yes, Young Midoriya, what is it?" All Might replied.

"Yesterday my Brother came and said that he saw my heroic impulse and said that it's very dangerous without proper training and told me that if I want to control it, I have to be trained in U.A., and for that, he suggested that I start attending a Prep school of his friend in Tokyo. I was already going to train for U.A., so is it OK for me to attend Prep School?"

"Well, he is right on the mark; that's why I am training you. What does your heart say? If you want to go to Tokyo, I can train you there.

"Really?"

"Yes, I am the Number 1 Hero after all. I can train you in the morning in Tokyo and come afterwards in a few seconds. What do you say? Want to go to Tokyo?"

"Yes, I wanted to discuss this with you, so I didn't give him a quick response."

"You have my yes. But most importantly, what was the name of the School or the Teacher?" All Might inquired.

"Oh! I forgot to ask the name, but he said that his friend's name is Nagisa."

"There are many Nagisa in Tokyo. Can you tell me your Brother's name?"

"Yuma Isogai"

"Yuma Isogai, huh? I've heard that name before but don't know where," said All Might, folding his arms and closing his eyes. "Anyway, I will think about it later. Let's start your training with cleaning the beach."

"HUH!?"

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*Chapter 02 End*

A/N: So Hello Everyone!

I am having quite a lot of problems in uploading the chapter. Whenever I submit my document, it automatically deletes the important parts of the story, don't know why. So I suggest you to use Wattpad for this story because this site does not let me upload it without any problems.

1. Whoever is reading and liking it, please tell by leaving a comment here. It motivates me to write more.

2. Whoever does not like it also leave a comment about the part you don't like and suggest why I should have not included it so I won't make the same mistake again

3. Suggestions are open for everyone, like School Name, I have a name, but I want to know your opinions too.

4. I am planning to continue it to the Bakugou Rescue Arc.

5. This is the first arc Entrance Exam Preparation Arc.