After classes ended, Izuku didn't waste a second. As soon as the final bell rang, he was out the doors of U.A. and up into the sky, cutting through the clouds as the late afternoon sun dipped lower behind him.
He landed softly in front of the farmhouse, the familiar creak of the porch under his boots greeting him like an old friend. Sitting there, with a warm cup of tea in hand and the breeze gently rustling his shirt, was Hisashi.
Hisashi looked up with a soft smile, his eyes tired but warm.
"Welcome home, champ. How was your day?"
Izuku beamed. "It was amazing! We did combat training today. My partner and I worked really well together—and we won!"
Hisashi chuckled, setting the cup down beside him. "Look at you… first week and already taking down villains."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he stepped up onto the porch. "Well, it was a simulation… but yeah, it felt great. Like I was doing something real."
Hisashi nodded, then sipped his tea again. "Keep that feeling. That's the spark of a real hero—not just winning, but wanting to do something that matters."
There was a quiet moment between father and son, filled with the sounds of rustling trees and clucking chickens in the distance.
Then Izuku broke the silence, his tone shifting slightly. "Did the doctor give you anything? You feeling okay?"
Hisashi gave a small shake of his head. "No meds. Just instructions to take it easy. No heavy lifting. No stress."
Izuku gave a firm nod. "Then I'll do all the chores until you're one hundred percent. No arguments."
Hisashi smiled again, this time with something deeper in his eyes—pride. "You're growing up fast, kid."
Izuku shrugged with a grin. "Someone's gotta feed the chickens."
They both laughed, and then walked into the house together—side by side, like always.
Inside, the lights glowed softly. The smell of dinner drifted from the kitchen. Inko was already setting the table, and she looked up with a warm smile when she saw them.
After dinner, the golden hue of sunset bathed the farm in soft amber light. Inko and Hisashi sat together on the porch, mugs of tea in hand, a comforting silence shared between them as they watched their son.
Izuku was out in the yard, chasing after their energetic dogs. Laughter rang out as the dogs barked and raced in circles, tails wagging as Izuku tossed a stick across the yard and sprinted after it alongside them. It was one of those quiet, peaceful evenings—where the world felt just right.
Until a terrible sound split the calm.
Screeching tires. A loud metallic groan. Then the unmistakable splash of something massive hitting the water.
Izuku's head snapped toward the sound—toward the distant bridge that arched over the river cutting through the farmland. His eyes widened in horror.
"A bus..." he whispered.
Without another word, he took off like a bullet, the air exploding around him as he broke the sound barrier, vanishing from sight before Inko or Hisashi could even process what was happening.
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At the river, chaos unfolded.
The school bus—its tires skidding helplessly—had broken through the railing and crashed into the water below. It was already half-submerged, sinking fast into the murky depths. The muffled cries of children echoed from inside, hands pounding against windows that wouldn't open, panic growing by the second.
Then, a sonic boom cracked the sky.
A green blur streaked across the riverbank and dove into the water with barely a splash.
Izuku slammed into the riverbed behind the bus, the force of his landing displacing a wave of silt and debris. He gritted his teeth, planted his feet, and pressed both hands against the rear of the bus.
Push.
The bus groaned in protest, but it began to rise—slowly.
Inside, the terrified students—ranging from elementary to middle school—felt the sudden lurch. One girl turned around and gasped, pointing toward the back window.
"Look! Someone's… pushing us!"
They all turned. Through the murky water, they saw him—Izuku Midoriya—face tense with effort, arms trembling under the strain, but eyes full of calm determination.
One of the kids, wide-eyed, whispered, "Is that… a hero?"
Another cried, "The back door's open! We can get out!"
As Izuku pushed, the back of the bus crested the water's surface. The door hung open, allowing air to rush in. One by one, children scrambled toward the light, coughing, crying—but alive.
When the last kid was out, Izuku gave one final shove, lifting the bus enough for it to drift into shallower water near the riverbank before letting go. He flew up and out, landing beside the group of drenched, stunned kids huddled on the shore.
"Everyone okay?" he asked, scanning them with x-ray vision just to be sure.
A young boy, still clutching his soaked backpack, nodded in awe. "You saved us…"
Izuku offered a soft smile. "You're safe now."
Minutes later, sirens filled the air as emergency services arrived, guided by the sonic boom reports and calls from nearby drivers. Paramedics rushed in to check the children, but most of them were fine—just shaken, cold, and grateful.
As the flashing lights lit up the darkening sky, Izuku stepped away from the crowd, fading into the tree line before anyone could stop him.
He didn't do it for the cameras or the applause.
He did it because it was the right thing to do.
Back at the farm, Inko and Hisashi saw their son flying home, soaked from head to toe, but smiling.
"Everything okay?" Hisashi called out.
Izuku nodded as he landed softly. "Yeah. Just helped a few people."
Inko rushed over with a towel, already fussing. "You're soaked! What happened?"
"I'll tell you everything," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "But first… I think I might need a second dinner."
As Izuku flew toward school, the wind tugged at his uniform blazer. The morning sun lit up the rooftops of Musutafu like a stage spotlight. He landed quietly in his usual alley, tucking in his shirt and adjusting his tie. But as he rounded the corner to U.A.'s front entrance, he stopped in his tracks.
The gates were swarmed.
A wall of reporters had gathered, shouting questions, holding up mics, and jamming cameras into the faces of flustered students. Security was doing its best to manage the chaos, but they were clearly overwhelmed.
Just as Izuku tried to walk past unnoticed, a sharp-eyed reporter turned and called out, "You! With the black hair! What's it like having All Might as your teacher?"
Eyes and cameras snapped to him. Izuku blinked, unsure of what to say. His mouth opened—but no words came. His mind raced. What do I even say to that? He didn't want to bring more attention to himself.
So instead… he flew.
With a gust of wind and a sharp boom, Izuku launched upward and over the gates, sailing over the crowd before landing gently in the courtyard on the other side. The reporters shouted in surprise, but he was already gone—headed inside to class.
Inside 1-A, students were buzzing with energy. Rumors about the press, All Might, and the previous day's combat training filled the air.
A few minutes later, Aizawa strolled in, eyes half-open and expression unreadable. He stopped in front of the class and exhaled.
"Alright, let's talk about yesterday."
The room went quiet.
"I reviewed the videos. Each team did decently," he said, scanning the room. "Bakugo."
The blonde stiffened in his seat.
"You're talented, but get over your loss. You won't grow if you can't move past a defeat."
Bakugo clicked his tongue but didn't argue.
Aizawa's gaze shifted to Izuku. "Midoriya—you did well. But tone it down. You destroyed half the rooftop. When you become pros, property damage means paying out of pocket."
Izuku nodded quickly. "Right. I'll be more careful, sensei."
Aizawa grunted approvingly. "Good. Now—onto business. Our next task will determine your future."
The class froze.
Is this another quirk test?
Is someone getting expelled again?!
But Aizawa waved off the tension. "Relax. You're choosing your class representative."
Instant chaos.
"Pick me!" Kaminari shouted.
"I'd be a great leader!" Kirishima added.
Before the noise could get worse, Ida stood up and raised his hand. "Everyone, please. A decision like this should be made fairly. Let's vote."
Some groaned, others shrugged.
"We barely know each other," Mina pointed out.
"Exactly," Ida said. "That's why we vote. Whoever earns the most trust from the class deserves the role."
Izuku smiled, nodding. "That's a good point."
Slips of paper were passed around. Votes were cast, collected, and counted. Twenty minutes later, Ida stood at the front of the class again, this time reading the results.
"The new class president is… Midoriya. Vice president, Yaoyorozu."
There was a light round of applause as Izuku and Momo walked up. Izuku scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Thanks for trusting me, everyone. But… I'd like to step down."
"Huh?!" Kaminari blinked. "Why?"
"I voted for you!" Sero added.
Izuku smiled sheepishly. "It's not that I don't want to lead. But my dad just got out of the hospital. I need to be home every day to help with the farm chores. I wouldn't have the time to give this role what it deserves."
There was a respectful silence. Even Bakugo didn't scoff.
"And," Izuku continued, "I think Ida should take over. He already acts like a leader."
Aizawa nodded. "Fine with me. From now on, Ida is the class president."
Ida adjusted his glasses. "I… I'll do my best."
Lunch Time
The cafeteria was packed—students from every course filled the massive room, lining up for food or chatting with friends. U.A.'s famous pro hero chef, Lunch Rush, was dishing out meals at lightning speed.
Izuku grabbed a tray of white rice, grilled fish, and steamed vegetables. As he scanned the tables, he spotted Uraraka and Ida sitting together.
He walked over. "Mind if I join you?"
"Of course not!" Uraraka smiled, waving to the empty seat. "Sit down!"
As they ate, Uraraka glanced around. "Wow… there are so many students in here."
"That's because all departments—Hero, Support, and Management—share lunch time," Ida explained. "It encourages inter-department bonding."
Then Ida turned to Izuku. "Midoriya. You mentioned before that your quirk absorbs solar radiation. But based on what I've seen… your abilities are extensive. Flight. Strength. Heat vision. X-ray vision. Super speed. Can you explain it?"
Izuku paused, chewing thoughtfully.
He had just begun to answer Ida's question about solar-based abilities when the sharp, mechanical tone of an alarm blared through the cafeteria.
BRRRRRRING. BRRRRRRING.
A voice crackled over the PA system:
> "Level 3 security breach. All students evacuate the building in an orderly fashion. I repeat—Level 3 security breach. Proceed to designated safe zones immediately."
The cafeteria froze for a moment before the weight of the announcement hit.
"What's a level three breach?!" Ida asked urgently, turning to a third-year student nearby.
The older student's face was pale. "It means someone's gotten past the school's security barrier. That's never happened in all my three years here."
Panic bloomed. Students began to push and shove, chairs screeching against the floor. Trays clattered. Shouts rose. Fear was contagious—and it was spreading fast.
Izuku stood, eyes narrowing. He looked out the wide cafeteria windows.
Aizawa and Present Mic were outside near the gate—grappling with a group of reporters pushing past school security drones. Flashbulbs fired, microphones waved in the air, questions were shouted over each other.
So that was the breach.
But inside the cafeteria, dozens of students were panicking. Smaller students were getting pressed against the walls. A few had fallen. Someone screamed.
Izuku shot forward, his body blurring in a burst of air. He didn't hesitate.
WHOOSH.
He flew over the crowd and landed by the front of the cafeteria doors, right in front of the chaos.
He raised a hand.
SNAP.
A sharp, mini sonic boom echoed through the cafeteria. Loud enough to grab attention—soft enough to avoid breaking glass.
The sudden stillness was immediate.
Eyes turned to him.
Izuku's voice rang out, firm and composed.
"Everyone, calm down. There's no villain attack. The security breach was just a swarm of reporters trying to get onto campus."
He pointed outside, where the scene was clearly visible: camera crews, microphones, reporters jostling for position, security trying to push them back.
"We're safe. There's no threat inside the school. Just… chaos outside."
A murmur passed through the crowd. People slowly began to look outside for themselves. And sure enough—no monsters, no explosions. Just nosy reporters and a lot of shouting.
The panic simmered down, replaced by uneasy relief. The students began organizing themselves into lines again. No more pushing. No more shouting.
One student near the front whispered, "That guy... he stayed calm through the whole thing."
Another muttered, "Was he flying?"
Ida approached, eyes wide with respect. "Midoriya… that was impressive."
Izuku smiled, slightly sheepish. "I just didn't want anyone to get hurt."
After the situation was handled, U.A. resumed classes as normal—though the mood was subdued. The incident was a clear reminder: even the most secure places had vulnerabilities.
When the final bell rang, Izuku grabbed his bag and stepped outside. With a single leap into the sky, he broke the sound barrier and vanished into the clouds.
That evening, on the quiet porch of the Midoriya farmhouse, Hisashi sipped tea while Inko folded laundry nearby.
A gust of wind swept in—and Izuku landed softly on the dirt path.
"Welcome home," Hisashi said, setting down his cup. "Learn anything new today?"
Izuku grinned. "Yeah. We had normal lessons, learned about U.A. class roles... and a bunch of reporters broke in and nearly caused a stampede in the cafeteria."
Inko gasped, covering her mouth. "Reporters?!"
"Yeah, apparently word got out that All Might's teaching at U.A.," Izuku said, setting down his bag. "They triggered a level 3 breach. Students panicked. I had to calm everyone down."
Hisashi chuckled softly. "So you're doing hero work even before getting your license."
Izuku looked down for a second, modest. "I just didn't want anyone getting trampled."
Inko stepped over and hugged him tightly. "You've got a good heart, sweetie. That matters more than any quirk."
As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, painting the skies in shades of orange and gold, Izuku felt something deep and steady in his chest.
The next morning, Izuku Midoriya rose before dawn as usual.
He took care of his chores at the farm, double-checked his uniform, and made sure to pack a small container of his mom's homemade rice balls before taking off into the sky.
Flying over the countryside and into the city was always breathtaking. The rising sun painted the skyline gold, and the air was crisp and clean above the rooftops.
But instead of flying straight to U.A., Izuku decided to spend the morning doing something he had grown fond of: helping people.
As he descended onto a quiet residential street, he heard a young voice crying.
"Please! Mister kitty! Come down!"
Izuku turned and saw a little boy standing beneath a tall tree, nervously wringing his hands. Perched far above on a high branch was a small orange cat, meowing pitifully.
Izuku smiled and strolled over. "Need some help?"
The boy nodded.
"Alright. Watch this."
Izuku floated gently into the air, reached the branch with ease, and cradled the trembling cat in his arms before descending.
"Here you go," he said, handing it back.
"Whoa! You're a hero!"
"Not yet," Izuku said with a grin. "Still in training."
A few blocks later, he spotted an elderly woman struggling with a heavy bag of groceries. Without hesitation, he rushed over.
"Let me help you with those, ma'am."
"Oh my, thank you, young man!"
He carried the bags all the way to her apartment on the third floor, chatting with her about the weather and her old cat "Buttons."
By the time he helped a local convenience store owner unload crates of canned drinks from a delivery truck, the sun was higher in the sky and the city had fully woken up.
"That should be the last one!" Izuku said, setting down a box with ease.
"You're a lifesaver, kid," the store owner grinned. "You ever consider becoming a delivery hero?"
Izuku laughed. "I'll keep it in mind!"
Then he glanced at his phone—and his smile vanished.
8:10 AM.
"Shoot—I gotta go!" he said quickly, waving. "Thank you!"
Without another word, Izuku blasted into the sky, streaking across the clouds like a comet.
At U.A., Class 1-A was just beginning to settle in for homeroom.
The students were chatting amongst themselves when the door slid open.
A gust of wind swept into the room—and Izuku walked in casually, straightening his collar.
"Morning, everyone!" he said, flashing a grin.
A few students waved, others nodded. Sero blinked. "Did he just… come from the ceiling?"
Uraraka chuckled. "He flew in again."
"Show-off," Mineta muttered, adjusting his goggles.
Izuku walked over and plopped into his seat beside Iida, who was already seated with a book in hand.
"You're cutting it close, Midoriya," ida said, adjusting his glasses.
"I know," Izuku replied. "I helped a kid with his cat, carried groceries, and unloaded a truck. Kind of lost track of time."
Ida blinked. "You did all that… before school?"
"Just part of my morning routine," Izuku said with a sheepish smile. "Flying helps save time."
"That's… incredibly noble." ida looked impressed. "But I do hope it doesn't make you late regularly. Punctuality is an essential trait for a pro hero!"
"Don't worry. I'll get better at time management."
A few more students trickled in. Bakugo remained silent in his seat, arms folded. Kaminari was flipping through his notes with an exaggerated sigh. Yaoyorozu was calmly reviewing a textbook on hero law.
The door slid open again—this time much more slowly—and Aizawa entered, sleeping bag dragging behind him.
He glanced around the room, then rubbed his eyes.
"You're all here. Barely."
He slumped behind his desk and reached for the chalkboard. "Alright. Settle down. We're diving into rescue training today."
The class immediately perked up.
Aizawa yawned and continued, "Suit up. Meet me at the loading docks. You'll want your costumes for this one."
The room buzzed with excitement. Rescue training meant a break from classroom lectures—and maybe, just maybe, another day to prove themselves
It took the class a couple of minutes to change into their hero costumes and meet at the loading docks.
As soon as everyone made it to the loading dock, ida stepped up and told the class to enter the bus in the order of their student number.
But when everyone entered the bus, they all sat wherever they wanted.
ida sighed and sat down in defeat.
As they were driving, Tsuyu looked over at Izuku. "I say whatever's on my mind, so I hope you don't mind. What's your quirk, and how does it work?"
The entire class turned their heads, clearly curious as well.
Izuku gave her a small smile. "Well, Tsuyu, my—"
She quickly interrupted him. "Call me Asui."
He nodded. "Alright then, Asui." He straightened up a bit and began explaining. "My quirk gave me an extra organ that lets my body absorb solar radiation. That energy powers everything I do. Thanks to it, I can fly, move at super speed, lift heavy objects—super strength—and I'm pretty durable too."
"Invulnerable, even," he added with a grin.
When he mentioned x-ray vision, Mineta immediately cut in. "Hey, have you ever used it to peek at the girls?"
The temperature in the bus seemed to drop as several glares turned toward him.
Izuku's face turned red with embarrassment. "No! Absolutely not! I'd never do something like that." He quickly waved his hands defensively. "I can control it precisely—I don't use it unless I need to."
The tension eased, and he continued. "I also have super hearing, heat vision, and I can see atoms and the entire electromagnetic spectrum."
Bakugo, who had been silent until now, scoffed quietly. "So what? You're a walking power plant."
Izuku scratched his cheek. "Sort of, yeah. But I do have a weakness."
That caught the attention of everyone in the bus.
Ida leaned forward from his seat, curious. "A weakness? With abilities like yours, I would have assumed you were… well, nearly invincible. What are they?"
Izuku glanced out the window for a moment, recalling the memory, then turned back to the class. "Well… when I was younger, maybe around seven or eight, I was exploring the woods near my house. I used to go out there a lot, especially during summer—get away from the noise, y'know?"
He paused, his eyes distant as the memory came back clearer.
"One day, I stumbled across this glowing green rock buried halfway into the dirt. It was small, like the size of a baseball, but the moment I got close to it, everything changed. My legs gave out—I couldn't breathe right, couldn't even lift my head. I felt like I was dying."
The entire bus went silent.
Even Bakugo looked up at that.
Izuku continued, his voice calm but measured. "That was the first time I ever felt pain like that. My mom found me an hour later, passed out near the rock. She thought I was having a seizure."
"What was it?" asked Jirou, leaning in.
He nodded slowly. "We took it to a lab. The scientists didn't know exactly what it was, but they called it Kryptonite—a rare material not found anywhere else on Earth. They theorized it came from space, maybe in a meteor shower. Since then, I've avoided it. Just being near it saps my strength. If I'm too close for too long… I might not recover."
Uraraka's eyes widened. "That's terrifying…"
"Yeah," Kaminari added. "Like carrying your own poison in the world."
Izuku nodded again. "Exactly. It's super rare, though—I haven't seen it since. But still… it's out there somewhere."
Mina raised a hand like she was in class. "Wait, so if someone just, like, showed up with a chunk of that stuff, you'd be powerless?"
"If it was close enough and pure enough, yeah," Izuku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Seems like something a villain would love to get their hands on," Todoroki muttered.
Izuku's face darkened slightly at that thought. "Yeah, that's what worries me too."
ida pushed up his glasses. "You mentioned weaknesses, plural. Are there others?"
Izuku gave a sheepish smile. "Oh—yeah. I… can't see through lead."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Sero burst out laughing. "Wait, seriously? You've got like, crazy x-ray vision, but a cheap metal box can block it?"
Izuku laughed too. "Yeah, it's kind of ridiculous. Doesn't matter how thin or thick the lead is, it blocks everything. It's like trying to look through a wall of fog."
"Note to self," Mineta said quietly. "Hide candy in a lead box."
Kirishima grinned. "That's not manly, dude."
The tension on the bus eased, and the conversation shifted toward what kind of weaknesses everyone else had—or if they had any. Asui admitted she got sluggish in dry environments. Kaminari joked that overusing his quirk turned him into an idiot, which earned a round of laughter.
As the city passed by outside the bus windows, the class slowly became more relaxed. The chatter continued as bonds started to form naturally, with Izuku no longer seen as a mysterious powerhouse but as a person—someone who could bleed, someone who could fall, and someone who had risen anyway.
The bus pulled to a gentle stop in front of a massive dome-shaped facility. As the doors slid open with a mechanical hiss, the students of Class 1-A stepped out one by one, eyes wide with anticipation and excitement.
Awaiting them at the entrance was the Space Hero herself—Thirteen. Dressed in her signature white suit with the number "13" emblazoned across the chest, she gave a cheerful wave.
"Welcome, Class 1-A!" she said enthusiastically, her voice muffled slightly by her helmet. "I've been looking forward to meeting you all!"
As the class gathered around, Thirteen gestured for them to follow. She led them through the heavy double doors and into the heart of the U.S.J.—the Unforeseen Simulation Joint.
The moment they stepped inside, murmurs and gasps rippled through the group.
Spread out before them was a massive, dome-enclosed training facility with various zones that mimicked real-life disasters: jagged mountain terrain, a landslide simulation, a sunken urban zone filled with half-submerged boats, a blazing conflagration zone with controlled fire roaring in the distance, a heavy downpour area where rain constantly fell, and even a flood zone with churning artificial tides.
"It's like a whole world in here," Kaminari whispered in awe.
"Yeah," Kirishima added, "this place is hardcore."
While most of the class marveled at the sheer scale of the environment, Izuku's gaze was drawn elsewhere. He noticed Thirteen quietly pull Aizawa aside, their conversation hushed but serious. Izuku couldn't help but focus in, his ears twitching slightly as he listened.
"All Might used up all of his time on the way to work," Thirteen explained in a low voice. "He's in the principal's office resting."
Aizawa scowled, clearly displeased by the news. His eyes subtly flicked in Izuku's direction. Izuku quickly looked away, trying to act natural, but it didn't work.
Within seconds, Aizawa approached him and gestured for him to step away from the group. His voice was low and sharp.
"I know you were listening," he said bluntly. "Don't repeat what you heard to anyone. Understand?"
Izuku swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-Yes, sir."
Satisfied with the response, Aizawa walked back toward the group. Izuku rejoined the others, his mind turning over what he had heard. All Might… used all his time already? That means if something happens, he can't help us.
Once everyone had finished looking around, Thirteen stood on a platform near the center of the facility and raised her hand for attention. The class quieted down quickly, curiosity gleaming in their eyes.
Thirteen cleared her throat and began to speak—calmly, but with unmistakable passion.
"Welcome to the U.S.J., everyone! This facility was built to simulate all kinds of disasters—natural and man-made—so that heroes can learn how to handle rescue operations in real-world scenarios. It's a place to train not in battle... but in saving lives."
The students listened intently, the gravity of her words beginning to sink in.
She continued, her voice firm and steady:
"Let me be clear—this is just as important as fighting villains. Perhaps more important. Because flashy powers and overwhelming strength may stop the enemy… but they won't always save the civilians caught in the chaos."
Thirteen paced slowly as she spoke, letting her words hang in the air.
"Each of your Quirks has the power to hurt… or help. And it's our duty as heroes to always remember that. A true hero doesn't seek glory. A true hero finds value in every life, even if no one sees the effort behind the rescue."
She paused, giving them a moment to reflect before finishing.
"My Quirk, Black Hole, can suck up anything and turn it to dust. Powerful, right? But used carelessly… I could kill someone in an instant. That's why control, responsibility, and awareness are everything."
Then, with sincerity in her voice and posture, she delivered her final message:
"You are the next generation of heroes. The lives of others may one day depend on your judgment in a split second. This is where you begin to understand that. So today… don't just think like students. Think like heroes."
The class was quiet for a moment, the weight of her words hanging over them like a morning mist.
Even Bakugo, usually loud and dismissive, stayed silent—his hands tucked into his pockets, brow furrowed in thought.
Izuku, standing near the back, clenched his fists softly. Think like heroes… he repeated in his mind. Then I'll show them what kind of hero I want to be.
But unbeknownst to them, in the shadows beyond the misty downpour zone… something else had already begun to stir.
A faint, swirling distortion of light began to form near the center of the dome—just beneath the observation deck—crackling with electricity.
And from it… figures began to emerge.