A slender woman sat behind her desk and methodically tapped her fingers. Her name was Natsume Konitsu and she had taken over for the former head of U.A. nearly two years ago. She stopped rapping on the desk and looked to the front door of her office. She was a patient woman and waiting on a student was not going to test it, but another matter had begun to spread her thin, yet she was going to wait until the right moment presented itself. A small smile pulled at her cheeks as someone knocked at the door to her office. Konitsu straightened herself out before saying,"Come in !"

The handle to her door turned and in the doorway stood a blond boy. He leaned against the metal frame and scoffed,"What the Hell do ya need sparkle eyes ?"

"Take a seat Bakugo ; we have important matters to discuss." He looked at the woman and rolled his eyes as he walked to her desk. He pulled out a chair and sat in it with his knees propping up his arm.

"What's so Important that you had to call me out of training. Me and round-face were having a Hell of a session."

Konitsu clasped her hands together and looked explained with a venomous touch,"I personally don't care about some little crush you have. My job is to keep this organization afloat and make sure our image is unsoiled."

Bakugo shrugged his shoulders and asked," And what does this have to do with me ?"

"You're the face of the program Bakugo, and have been for the past five years. When the world thinks about U.A.'s new hero program they think about you, and because of that I need you to be a guest on Heroes and Hot tea."

"When did I agree to this bullshit ! I don't want to put on some restricting suit, comb my hair, and be politically correct."

"That isn't necessary, but you can't be so rough around the edges in front of the country; they need to see they'll be in good hands for the next fifteen years."

Bakugo let out a groan,"I don't have much of a choice do I ?"

"None. You're going on tonight and you will show the world who's shoulders the future rests upon."

.....

Izuku laid in his bed and looked at the ceiling. His eyes focused on the many magazines plastered to it, and each one was about the same boy, Katsuki Bakugo. Izuku began to collect the items soon after Bakugo was chosen after him and he became the media's darling quickly. The storyline that followed Bakugo was that he was the only child to come out of his region and that he was a true underdog story, and that he was only noticed because of his passion and spectacular quirk.

Izuku always scoffed at the notion that Bakugo was an underdog, if anything he had always been the favorite. He was pampered as a child and put up on a pedestal that no-one could climb up to, but the false narrative was not what agitated Izuku the most. What stirred Izuku the most was the notion that Bakugo was the best hero prospect and that he would be the next symbol of peace; Izuku's competitive drive wouldn't allow himself to believe that. Izuku believed in his heart of hearts that he was more talented than Bakugo and that he should've been in U.A.'s program.

Inko stood on the outside of her son's room and peeked her head slightly into the corner. She frowned as she spectated her boy. Izuku's eyes were fiery and his mouth was still. The boy was locked in on the articles hanging above him, and didn't pay a mind to his mother.

Inko let out a breath through her nose and placed a hand over her chest. She felt terribly for Izuku, and ever since he was denied by U.A. only one person had been able to touch him. She frowned as she turned around and walked towards the phone in her kitchen.

.....

Yagi stood in Izuku's room with a frown and tapped his chin. The man let out a low hum as he thought about what surrounded him. He looked at the posters glued to the walls before turning to Inko Midoryia ."How long has he had these ?"

The woman shrugged,"Years probably ? Why, did you not know about this ?"

He shook his head and let out a sigh,"No, No I did not." Yagi looked up at the posters of Bakugo and said,"People that have a drive to be great often find strange ways to motivate themselves. They have to find something that pushes them so they never stop improving, and I think this may be young Midoriya's, but it worries me." The man explained to the mother,"The reason I wanted to nurture Izuku was so he could chase his dream. I had never seen one with such a pure heart and a will to be great, but this right here is terrifying. This makes me believe what pushes Izuku is not selflessness, but instead hate. Ms. Midoryia , in this world there is already far too much hate, and another black heart won't do it any good."

.....

Yagi opened the door to Izuku's room and slowly peeked his head in. He looked towards Izuku's bed and frowned when he didn't catch sight of the boy, only a neatly made bed.

The man walked into the room and sighed as he shook his head. He sat down on Izuku's brightly colored bed and reached for a magazine resting on the boy's nightstand. He scanned the cover and felt a tinge of worry for Izuku. He feared his heart had become clouded and his goal was changing, but he also understood Izuku found strange ways to motivate himself.

.....

Hirota placed a wooden bowl on the cold floor underneath a frail man's head. The frail man wore dark baggy clothes that over the years had grown too baggy for him and he kept his jade eyes hidden as they focused on the small bowl of soup. His hair's curls were ridiculously long and the grey hairs were complimented by streaks of a grassy green."It's not much, but it will keep you afloat," said Hirota.

The man stared at the bowl with lifeless eyes and watched as the hot steam met his face. His bony hands rested on the floor and his fingers twitched. Hirota watched as weak sparks of green bounced off of the man's worn skin.

"You know that's not possible anymore," said Hirota in a quiet voice.

The man on the floor weakly muttered,"Why hav-haven't you killed me yet; isn't that what this was all about ?"

Hirota shook his head and let out a sigh. The man tucked his hands into the pockets of his black slacks and began to pace around the dimly lit cell."You always struggled to see the bigger picture." He lowered a hand to his knee and emphasised,"Even since we were yea high."

The man on the floor grabbed onto the outskirts of his bowl and pulled it to his lips. The man slurped down his food in a hurry and took even breaths afterwards. He wiped away the broth that had collected around his lips and looked up at Hirota."It's always been about me; you've hated me and everyone else for over twenty years." He tried screaming, but he was too famished for something so powerful.

"That's where all of you have always been mistaken," said Hirota with closed eyes and calm exhales through his nostrils."Everything I do is out of love: I have left you alive out of love, I left many friends of yours survive out of my love for you, and my will to purify this world is out of love for it."

.....

Izuku held an old towel over his shoulders as he walked down a street and stopped himself as a sight caught his attention. He tilted his head in confusion as he caught sight of a gathering of people. He stared in their direction for moments unsure of why they had huddled like a colony of ants, but his questions were soon answered by a loud crash.

His head whipped as he looked for the source and watched carefully as rubble crashed from a building and a man collapsed onto the sidewalk. Izuku's mouth gaped open and his head bobbed in understanding"Of course !"muttered Izuku."I should've expected it had something to do with a villain, but don't the pedestrians seem kinda close ?"

A spark of worry ignited in Izuku's eyes and he dropped the towel draped along his shoulders. He raised a hand into the air and began to run across the busy street and shout,"Hey, you guys should back up ! If you get too close you'll get hit !"

The crowd did not take much notice of the boy but a single man did turn around. He raised his voice as he claimed to Izuku,"We aren't any of your business kid !"

Izuku continued his warnings to the crowd but stopped himself as a car's horn sounded off. He turned his head and saw a small, silver vehicle neared him. The nose was mere inches from his hip when green static outlined the boy's body and he leaped into the air. The car stopped underneath Izuku and boy landed on the roof and the thin aluminum sheet dented from the force that Izuku fell with.

The door to the car opened and a woman stormed out. She looked up at Izuku with furious eyes and began to hammer him with furious messages."What the hell is wrong with you ! Why were you in the middle of the road during rush hour !"

Izuku put his hands into the air and struggled to find a proper explanation."We-I-Wh-Yo-I was in the road cause I was trying to make sure no-one would get hurt." Izuku jumped off of the vehicle as he defended himself.

"Who is there to protect ? And isn't that hypocritical to put yourself in danger to help others, and did you not think about how dangerous what you did was to others ? I have kids in my car and what if you caused a huge accident and tons of people on the road were to get injured ?"

Izuku took a shameful gulp and frowned slightly."Sorry, guess I didn-"

Crash

Izuku and the woman both turned their heads and looked in the direction of the crushing sound. Izuku's eyes narrowed as he focused and he stared at a dislodged chunk of concrete that had fallen from a nearby building.

He watched closely as the piece began to crumble in the air and much smaller pieces about the size of a soft ball began to spread. A green glow surrounded Izuku as he leaned forward and disappeared

Izuku ran into the crowd admiring the chaos unfolding and continued to watch the rubble trailing through the air. He then looked down and noticed two things that became imperative to him; there was a man and woman blissfully unaware of what was barrelling towards them, and a young woman about his age sprinting in their direction with her hands extended.

As Izuku looked at the girl he began to slowly realize who she was, or rather more what she was. She was wearing a white jumpsuit with blue stripes that decorated her sleeves and the sides of her bottoms, but what truly gave her away was a single golden patch resting in the top right corner of her top. Along the patch was a kind, bright name printed in blue, Uraraka.

Izuku's mind began to process everything he had just taken notice of. She's a member of U.A.'s hero program ! Wait ! If she's here than shouldn't her teacher be nearby ? They must have thought whoever's causing this wasn't much of a threat, but this is a lot of damage. Izuku's eyes began to twirl as he searched for someone sporting the same outfit but he couldn't find anyone with a similar look. Where are her classmates ?

Izuku ripped himself from his thoughts and looked upwards at the concrete that had grown even closer; he needed to make a decision and quickly. He began to realize if he kept himself at such a pedestrian limit he wouldn't make it to either the girl or the family, so he needed to go up another rung on the ladder.

Izuku gritted his teeth and began to grimace as the electricity surrounding him began to grow ever so slightly more powerful. He began to feel his muscles scream as he reached out towards the civilians in the way and pushed them out of the way, but he over shot it, or so he thought. He had one chance to save the girl despite his mistake and that was to try and grab a hold of her hand. Izuku reached out towards the girl and grab her ever so slightly, but it was enough for his strong grip, especially when beyond his limit.

Izuku pulled and the tug brought Uraraka from her feet and towards the boy. Izuku wasn't sure what laid behind him so he pulled the girl into his chest and braced for impact. The boy's back crashed into a stone wall and he let out a painful grown.

Izuku's eyes stayed closed until he heard a worried squeak."A-Are yo-you okay ! Please be okay !" The boy slowly opened one eye and looked at the girl standing over him with her hands raised in a fit of worry. She watched as Izuku crinkled his nose and began to blink repeatedly."You're not dead !"

Izuku let out a nasty cough and ran his finger under his nose. He felt the lukewarm liquid kiss his finger and took a sniffle.

"Oh no, you're bleeding !" The girl covered her face in annoyance and let out a sigh."I should've spotted that from the beginning," whispered the girl to herself.

"It's fine, really," coughed Izuku."I'm not dead, swear."

"B-Bu-But-"

"I'm okay; just make sure those people I shoved are fine."

.....

Izuku sat on the back of a firetruck and worked on a cold water bottle in his hand. His eyes shifted to the girl next to him that seemed to be out of sorts. He stared at the girl unintentionally for seconds and nearly jumped when her eyes met his. The girl beamed a bright smile in his direction and began to rave about Izuku."I don't know who you are but you were so fast when you swooped in and saved me and that couple ! You have a really cool quirk you must be in some hero program right, because you looked like one out there !" Uraraka's arms waved through the air as she continued her spill about the boy."You were way better than me."

A lump gathered in Izuku's throat as the girl showered him with compliments. Such words were rarely ever thrown the boy's way; he didn't know what to say. There was a long pause as Izuku mustard up a response."T-Thanks, but you shouldn't put yourself down like that."

"Huh ?", questioned Uraraka with a perplexed expression.

"You complimented me, but also accompanied it with an insult about yourself. You should never tear yourself down. You looked like a real hero out there, and there's nothing wrong with needing a little saving; even All Might needs a hero sometimes."

"Y-You really think so ?"

"Def-"

"Uraraka !"

The girl cringed at the booming voice and tightened her shoulders. Her face was stricken with regret and worry. Izuku turned to the girl and then quickly to the source of the familiar voice. He looked at the man standing across from him and Ochaco.

Aizawa placed a hand on his forehead and tapped his foot against the ground."What the hell were you doing out there ?" Uraraka's mouth gaped open for a second but the man raised a finger."You know what, don't answer that, because I don't care for an excuse. You know protocol, yet you disobey direct orders from me and put not only yourself but others in danger ."

"I-I was just trying to be a hero," countered Ochaco.

"No, you were trying to cause a mess."

Izuku bawled his fist and began to feel the blood in his veins rise in temperature. He was trying his best to stay in control of his emotions like Mr. Yagi often advised him, but given the circumstances he couldn't help himself. The boy jumped from the tailgate of the firetruck and stomped between Ochaco and the tall man.

Aizawa's brow furrowed at the boy in front of him."Midoriya, I should've expected you here."

Izukiu pointed a finger at the man and began to raise his voice. Ochaco watched with shocked eyes as electricity began to pop off of the boy's bare skin like grease from a sizzling pan."You better get your priorities straight Aizawa, because you've got this wrong like you always do !"

The same fireman from earlier tried to intervene but Aizawa raised a hand. He stared at Izuku as he explained,"It's fine, nothing you should worry about." The man's eyes them glowed as he erased Izuku's quirk."You never fail to prove me right Midoriya; even after all of these years you still lack control."

"And even after all of these years you don't know a hero when you see one !" Izuku then laughed in disbelief,"You're scolding her for acting when no-one else would; what kind of sense does that make ? She's a hero in training, so what the hell is wrong with her being one !? If it wasn't for her people would have gotten hurt or even killed because you and the real heroes couldn't keep that guy in check."

"I see you're still clueless," jabbed Aizawa."The world isn't in black and white like you believe it is. Right and wrong is not defined by your beliefs, but instead the country's. There are rules Midoriya, and because of these said rules people can't just go out and be a hero. Students in our programs are expected to stay by their teachers side and watch as we contain the threat; not wander off and put themselves and others in danger."

"That's bullshit, people shouldn't be punished for acting.."

"Of course it is to you, you're the boy that happens to show up at every large scale crime. What is this, the tenth time you've appeared in the past month ?"

"Are you trying to say something ?"

"Yes, I am ! What I do with my students isn't yours to worry about, but the people that become heroes is mine to fret over. If you ever intervene at another scene I will make sure that not only your dream of entering U.A. is permanently put to rest, but that any other institution will have no interest in you."

"Are you threatening me ?"growled Izuku.

"No, I'm doing my job."

.....

Bakugo's fingers dug into the arm of his chair as brushes pulled at his chaotic hair. His brow wrinkled in frustration and he let out a low growl as a woman slathered her hands with pomade. He warned," Don't fucking try it."

The woman across from the boy was young and wire a large gown. The cover was specked with small, steaming, green cups of tea. "Just stay still," pleaded the stylist. She has been battling with the boy for hours and her patience had already been ran thin. She reached over towards the boy and reacted by leaning backwards. The chair he sat in tilted and the woman let out a grown as she only was able to catch a single hair."That's it, I'm calling in the Misses !"

"Call whoever you want !"

.....

Yagi lightly knocked on the door ahead of him and slowly opened the door. He peeked his head as he asked,"You wanted to see me ?"

Konitsu placed the book in her head down and played with frame of her glasses. She looked to man before her and pursed her purple lips; the regal color was eye-catching."Yes, yes I did ?"

She then ran her fingers along her desk as the man walked in. Yagi sat down in one of the two firm chairs in the room and looked at her. She returned a glance and asked,"Have you thought about the future anymore ?"

He took a gulp and pulled at his collar."T-The... future ?"

Konitsu raised her hand holding a remote and pointed it to the wall, which caused a television to reveal itself. She then clicked the remote and caused the device to flick on. Yagi turned around and looked at the footage behind him. He watched the broadcast as it showed a familiar boy rushing recklessly into rubble."Yes Yagi, the future."

He turned back to the woman and smiled. He felt giddy rush through his body as he said," You want Midoriya."

She looked Yagi in the eyes as she admitted,"I've always been interested in him; ever since the start. I think it is cruel to keep a talented boy like him out of the program, and is not only a disservice to him, but also the world. Midoriya has symbol of peace potential, but there is one thing about him that nags me. Why him ?"

"Come again ?"

"Why did you take him under your wing ? You could have chosen any boy to teach but you went with him; you could have taken one of the top prospects but you went with the stone that needed to be sculpted instead."

Yagi forced a response."I...just believe in him."

"Is that so, or is it something else," smiled Konitsu as an idea popped into her mind."You want the boy to take your place don't you ?"

"No," answered Yagi."I'd never wish that upon him."

.....

Izuku softly opened the door to his home and wandered into the living room. He kept his head low to the ground and tucked away his hands. The boy cringed in agony as he caught whiff of a disappointed whisper."Izuku."

He slowly raised his head and winced at the sight of his mother on the couch with tissues in hand. He looked at the woman's bloodshot eyes and his tongue against his teeth. He looked away from her as he muttered,"Hey."

"You worried me sick today !", cried the woman.

"I'm sorry." The boy was doing his best to avoid her gaze."I didn't mean to..."

"Maybe not, but it's all you seem to do now." Inko's voice never had to raise for Izuku to know her frustration."Do you understand how terrifying it is as a mother when every other week I see you on the news ? I shouldn't have to worry about my baby boy like that."

"You know I can't do that," cried out Izuku."If I don't step in then someone is gonna get hurt. Mom this world needs me to help people, because if I don't, then what's the point of my quirk. Powerful quirks have two purposes in this world, to save it or to set it ablaze, and I sure as hell won't let anyone burn it."

"Izuku, there are things in this world you are too young for. You don't have to play hero right now; why not savor your youth ? "

"Because, if I don't then I'll fall even further behind and never be where I belong. Mom, I don't just want to be a hero; I want to be the best at what I do."

.....

Izuku sat down on his bed and let out a sigh. He wasn't upset with his mother, just frustrated. He ran a hand along his chin before scavenging his messy bed for his remote. The boy eventually found it and began to run his rough hands along the rubbery buttons.

He watched as the television flickered on and a small smile began to etch on his face. The boy laid back on his bed and calmly watched until something unexpected caught his attention.

.....

Mr. Nakumara sat patiently in his chair with his long legs crossed. The spotlights above his stage flashed and the crowd before him erupted into a cheer. The man's face was without a wrinkle and a genuine smile began to pull at his cheeks. He watched through his thick framed glasses as a man walked out with a dish and placed it on the table between him and the other seat next to him. He watched as steam rose from the cup and he grabbed a single cube of sugar. He dropped it into the steaming drink and began to stir as the camera's went live.

The man straightened out his back as the camera's trained on him and he took a sip from his tea."Good evening Japan, I'd like to welcome you to Heroes and Hot tea. Usual we invite the men and women with hearts of gold that have been on the job for years, but tonight we have something extraordinary planned. We are going to be looking into the future of heroism. Please let out a big round of applause for Katsuki Bakugo !"

.....

Izuku shot up with his quirk and looked at his television."What !"

.....

Bakugo snarled as he was shoved onto the stage and shielded his eyes from the bright lights with his sleeve. He stood stiff on the edge of the stage and the camera that was once focused on Mr. Nakumara whipped to the young hero. He slowly lowered his sleeve and tried to block out the audience, whose squeels where becoming unbearable.

Nakumara looked at the boy and smiled, giving him a beconing wave. He walked towards the man and sat down in the seat that he presumed was his. Bakugo sat down, but not without making himself comfortable. The chair would have been impossible to lean back in, so he opted for the safe, yet satisfying option of resting his feet on its edge.

Nakumara's face too ugly turns at the abuse of his furniture, but he took a swift sip of his tea before he made a silly mistake. The man placed down the piping hot, fine china and gave his guest a welcoming smile."So Bakugo, are you excited to be on the show ?"

"No," stated Bakugo bloutly with crossed arms. The crowd broke out into a fit of laughs and he threw a bewildered look their way.

"I see our future is in comical hands," chuckled the shows host.

"I wasn't joking," snapped Bakugo. The crowd erupted once again and the boy leaned back into his seat, sinking into the cushion.

Mr. Nakumara grabbed his cup of tea and pointed to Bakugo;s with his pinky finger."Feel free to help yourself," offered the man. He then cleared his throat before delving into what everyone tuned in for."So Bakugo, what is it like knowing that you'll one day be a hero; I mean it must be quite overwhelming is it not, given you are so young ?"

Bakugo crinkled his nose and tilted his head."Why would I find what I'm good at overwhelming ? There's nothing to be scared of when you're the best at what you do."

"You're every confident, but I really shouldn't have expected less from someone like you. I guess there's a reason you are touted as the next symbol of peace, although there is something I'd like to know ? How did an underdog like you become so great ?"

Bakugo smirked," I'm a natural talent at what I do, and when that is paired with my hard work no-one can come close to me."

"Speaking of talent, there is a rumor going around that your team will be receiving a new member in the new future. Do you have anything to tell us about that; maybe a name ?"

Bakugo laughed at the man," How would you even get such a stupid idea like that ?"

"Come again ?"

"There isn't any random joining our program, and especially not my team."

"That's quite a shame, we were looking forward to seeing a new name on the block. From what we had heard, this person was just as powerful as you if not more; there were rumors that even a hero had taken them under their wing."

.....

Izuku jumped off of his bed and let out a roar,"That's bullshit !" His fists were clenched and his veins popped as his emotions overtook him."How the hell are they going to talk about him like he's some God, when I am just as good if not better !"

Izuku placed his hands on his hips and began to walk around his room as his breathing steadied. He then began to mumble to himself angrily under his breath but stopped when his phone began to sound off. The boy walked over towards his nightstand with a smug face expecting no-one of importance but quickly swiped up the device when he saw who it was."Hello ?", rushed out Izuku.

"Hey Midoriya, how has your day been ?", asked Yagi.

"Un-Uneventful, stuttered Izuku.

"I know that isn't the truth, but honestly that doesn't matter right now. I need to tell you something spectacular." Izuku could hear the joy in the man's voice.

"Sure, what is it ?"

"U.A. has come calling."

Izuku's soft breaths stopped and he looked from his ceiling to the television. He dropped his cell phone on the floor and clenched his eyes shut. He was fighting back a wave of emotions and did not bother to care about the endless lifting of Bakugo's ego or the man on the phone calling his name.