In the bustling city of Musutafu, the morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. The lively chirping of birds echoed in the distance, and a fresh breeze wafted through the open windows of a small, cozy apartment. In the midst of this charming morning, Inko Midoriya's voice rang out from the kitchen.

"IZUKU! BREAKFAST IS READ!"

The sound pierced through Izuku's sleepy haze like a sunbeam breaking through curtains. Slowly, he stirred from his slumber, his lids fluttering open to reveal vibrant green eyes that sparkled with remnants of dreams filled with heroics and endless possibilities. With a slight yawn, he stretched, revealing soft, fluffy ears that twitched at every sound, a testament to his recently inherited catlike features.

Huh, what time is it? He glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table, and shock hit him like cold water. "DAMMIT!" he exclaimed, practically leaping out of bed.He rushed into the bathroom, splashing water on his face, his tail twitching anxiously behind him. The emerald color of his hair stood out against his porcelain skin, resembling the lush of a forest in early spring.

"IZU! COME ON!" Inko called again, her voice laced with impatience mixed with motherly care as the aroma of pancakes and bacon wafted through the air, tugging at his stomach."I'M HERE, MOM!" Izuku managed to shout back, his voice a flurry, muffled by the haste in his breath as he dressed in his uniform. As he ran to the kitchen, he could already hear the sizzling sounds of breakfast.

When he reached the table, he was a hungry whirlwind. "Nothing beats your breakfast, Mom!" he said, already inhaling the fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon, his body moving quickly yet elegantly like a poised cat on the prowl."Be careful, Izuku! You'll choke!" Inko's words were filled with concern, but her eyes sparkled with pride as she watched her son devour the breakfast she'd prepared with love.

"Sorry, Mum! I gotta go! LOVE YOU!" He barely managed to shout before he rushed out the door, the last bite of pancake still lingering on his tongue.As he sprinted down the street, he spotted a familiar spiky-haired figure waiting at the corner. "KACCHAN!" Izuku called out, shifting into an almost feline form mid-stride, his muscles tensing as he dashed forward, ready to face another day at U.A. High.

"Love you!" Bakugo mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement. "I've been waiting for 15 minutes! Was yesterday too much for you?"Izuku scowled slightly, the embarrassment reddening his cheeks as he tried to keep his composure. "Shut it, Kacchan! Come on, we're gonna be late!" He shot a glance at the clock in the distance.

"And whose fault is that?" Bakugo responded with a smirk, crossing his arms defiantly.Izuku winced, his tail betraying him by flicking nervously behind him. "I don't know... I was just... thinking about a lot of stuff last night, didn't get a lot of sleep..." His voice trailed off, embarrassed as he thought about Uraraka, the girl who ignited butterflies in his stomach with a mere smile. The blush on his face deepened, his ears instinctively flicking down.

"About what, nerd?" Bakugo pressed, his grin widening as he leaned closer, clearly enjoying Izuku's mess of emotions.Izuku snapped back quickly, "About... nothing! Never mind! Come on, let's speed up!" He bolted ahead, his feline instincts kicking in, as he transformed into a sleek cat, darting through the streets towards U.A. High, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety."OI! WAIT FOR ME!" Bakugo shouted after him, startled by the speed at which Izuku had taken off.

Despite his gruff demeanor, Bakugo couldn't help but admire the way Izuku moved, his body fluid and agile, a perfect mix of human and cat. Together, they navigated the busy streets, dodging pedestrians with the grace of a dancer until they finally reached the imposing walls of U.A. High, just as the bell rang.

"Whew, made it just in time!" Izuku gasped, leaning against the wall to catch his breath."Yeah, well, next time, don't sleep in, idiot," Bakugo retorted, although his tone was more teasing than angry. He nudged Izuku with his shoulder, a sign of camaraderie lurking beneath their competitive exterior.

As Izuku Midoriya stepped through the doorway of U.A. High School's bustling classroom, the harmonious murmur of his classmates enveloped him like warm sunlight. Whispers flitted through the air like the vibrant colors of kites soaring through blue skies—speculating on his quirky antics that had become the talk of the school. 

Rumors had it that Izuku, with his newfound feline abilities, had taken to embodying the mischievous spirit of a cat. And while those rumors now painted him in an unexpected light, Izuku found himself feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging, a comfort among peers who, for better or worse, considered him their own.

He stood tall, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead—not only as a hero in training but as Izuku Midoriya, the boy with the heart of a lion and the spirit of a cat."Hi, Deku-kun!" Uraraka's warm voice broke through his thoughts, and he turned to see her standing there with a bright smile that lit up her face.

"Hey, Uraraka," he managed to reply, his heart doing a happy flip at the sight of her. There was just something about her presence that made the day feel a little brighter.

Aizawa, their half-asleep homeroom teacher, emerged from his cocoon of a sleeping bag, with an annoyed expression stitched across his face. "Alright, shut it and listen, yo!" he announced, stirring the class like an alarm bell. "Today, you're going to be doing your first combat exercise, and thankfully, someone else will be taking you problem children for it. He should be here—"

Just then, in a voice that could easily drown out a thunderstorm, came the booming declaration. "I AM HERE!""Speak of the devil," Aizawa muttered as cheers erupted from Class 1-A.

"ALL MIGHT!!!! You're our teacher?" the class shouted together, excitement crackling through the air like static electricity. Everyone except Izuku and Bakugo, who merely observed with curiosity.

"That's right, young heroes!" All Might said, his smile as bright as a star. "Now, grab your costumes and follow me!"The energy in the room shifted, a different kind of anticipation rippling through the air like a current in a lively stream. Everyone eagerly dashed for their hero costumes, the fabric symbols of their dreams and aspirations.

The changing rooms buzzed with nervous energy, a cacophony of laughter and shouts drowning out Izuku's own worries. As he slipped into his costume, he felt the throbbing warmth of excitement wash over him—his costume was light, with a tail that twitched in response to his emotions, a feature that brought him closer to his cat-like quirk. He could hardly wait to test the limits of his abilities. He reflected on his powers, remembering how his cat quirk, enabled him to leap effortless barriers and land gracefully, like a cat—but could he harness it in training?

Emerging from the changing area, the gust of wind caught at his tail, adding a playful swish to his movements. Izuku stepped outside to join his classmates, but his gaze caught on Uraraka.She stood there, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of rose, fidgeting with her new costume. A tight-fitting bodysuit that hugged her figure, its colors vibrant like spring's first flowers. Her eyes glued to the ground as if she were a shy kitten contemplating its first leap into a brave new world.

"Deku-kun!" she called, gathering courage—the kind that felt as though it belonged to a hero forever defying her fears.Izuku felt his heart race as he gazed upon her, adorable was the word that echoed in his mind. Compelled by his affection, he bit his lip, unsure of how to express himself properly."Uraraka! Your costume looks... nice!" He blushed, looking away, his hands instinctively moving to tuck away his tail as if to hide his growing bashfulness.

Her eyes sparkled at his compliment, and he could see a hint of red creeping up her golden cheeks. "Thank you! And yours looks so simple," she replied, her voice a mix of relief and nervousness."I like it simple," Izuku said, rubbing the back of his head way too carefree to be taken seriously, but his heart was pounding too loudly in his chest that he hardly noticed Bakugo roll his eyes at the two of them.

Still, Bakugo held his own secret, quietly admiring how Kirishima moved through the crowd with grace, his crimson hair almost glinting in the sunlight. He'd never tell anyone—out loud at least—but seeing Kirishima smile boosted his hidden feelings of admiration for the energetic boy, a stark contrast to his brash demeanor.

As All Might prepared to lead them into the combat course, excitement spread through the ranks. He clapped his hands, drawing their attention."Today, you will face various challenges designed to test your skills! Call it a trial run for your hero training," he declared, a bright smile plastered across his face—his exuberance contagious.Each exercise was a testament to their unique quirks, a colorful display of creativity and strength. Izuku's heart thrummed a rhythm that echoed the pounding of his classmates' hearts as they delved into the exercises—an obstacle course that looped, twisted, and turned like a wild rollercoaster.

Uraraka faced her fears, relying on gravity manipulation to float past pitfalls while Izuku utilized his cat reflexes, leaping from obstacle to obstacle, digging into his quirk with every ounce of concentration.The laughter and cheers filled the air, resonating with a symphony of potential and aspirations colliding. Izuku felt his confidence grow as he navigated the course—true heroes were meant to face trials, to stand against adversity, and to spring back up, just like a cat.Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, Bakugo's gaze flitted over to Kirishima—a momentary distraction that made his heart race. As he attacked a dummy, he silently admired how Kirishima tackled each obstacle with determination and flair, his smile brightening the energy in even the most chaotic of moments.

With each challenge completed, layers of doubt peeled away, revealing the vibrant spirits of not just aspiring heroes, but friends. Izuku felt no longer alone but anchored in the bonds that surrounded him; he could feel the pulse of camaraderie as they embraced their aspirations together.

They were strange, mismatched puzzle pieces trying to fit into place, but that was what made their unity powerful. Each hero unique in their quirks, stepping forward to support one another, facing their trials with hearts wide open.

And as classes went on, what once started as egos clashing and shouts filled with rivalry gradually softened into something more—something that looked like friendship blooming in the warm light of hope amidst the chaos of a hero's world.

Through all the laughter, the challenges, and the playful banter, Izuku realized they were building something special. They were not just students in a classroom; indeed, they were a family framed by the dreams of becoming heroes, caught in a tangling web where hearts connected just like their diverse quirks, ready to face whatever came their way.

izuku's hero suit [instead of the red streaks , they are green in colour]

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