The final battle against All For One had been nothing short of a brutal deathmatch. It left scars on their lives—scars that would never fade. The aftermath wasn't limited to Japan; the entire world felt the repercussions.
Even now, crimes committed by escaped villains hadn't completely ceased.
And yet… little by little, they were reclaiming their normal lives.
While assisting in reconstruction efforts, Izuku Midoriya and his classmates had finally settled into a temporary rhythm—until the announcement came: U.A. High School was reopening.
Thanks to Cementoss, other Pro Heroes, and construction crews, the school had been rebuilt, now even larger than before the war.
The past year had been so intense that no words could truly capture everything they'd endured. And yet, their high school journey wasn't even halfway over. There was still so much to learn at U.A.
That said, there was one major change—Izuku had lost the powers of One For All, reverting back to being Quirkless Deku.
However, thanks to recommendations from All Might, Aizawa, Principal Nezu, and others, he was allowed to remain at U.A. He had no intention of giving up on becoming a hero, and the thought of continuing to strive toward that dream alongside his friends filled him with overwhelming emotion.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
"Huh? Who's calling?"
It was the day before classes officially resumed. While out at a convenience store, Izuku's phone buzzed with an incoming call. The screen displayed nothing but Anonymous in cold, impersonal text.
"Hello, this is Midoriya."
[Good morning. This is Tsugumiya from the Hero Public Safety Commission.]
"Public Safety? What's this about?"
[My apologies for the sudden request, but we'd like you to come to our headquarters today. Are you available?]
"I don't have any plans, so… sure. What time should I arrive?"
[Thank you. No need to worry about that—your escort should already be there.]
Glancing around, Izuku spotted a black sedan parked nearby. 'No way they're that prepared…' That's what he thought at the time.
"Izuku Midoriya, correct? We've been expecting you. Please, this way."
"..."
[We'll be waiting for you, then.]
'Do they have someone with a Foresight Quirk or something?'
Before he knew it, Izuku was ushered into the car without resistance, smoothly transported to the headquarters of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
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"P-Pardon the intrusion..."
Deku was certain he had knocked three times. Though the door should have been far smaller than a classroom at U.A. High, it carried a strange weight as he slowly pushed it open.
"Welcome, Izuku Midoriya."
"Y-Yes!"
"Once again, I am Shouto Tsugumiya of the Hero Public Safety Commission. Please, have a seat over there."
The man—Tsugumiya—had deep tan skin, a short, wild crop of hair, and a well-built physique tightly wrapped in a fitted suit. Despite his rugged appearance, he offered Izuku a friendly smile as he gestured toward the sofa in front of him.
Izuku didn't recognize him, so he assumed he likely wasn't a pro hero, but the aura he exuded was anything but ordinary.
"No need to be so tense. I'm not going to bite."
"S-Sorry!"
At those words, Izuku stiffly lowered himself onto the sofa. A steaming cup of tea sat before him, freshly brewed, its warmth curling into the air.
"Heh. Even after surviving so many battles, you're still just a high schooler at heart. That innocence is refreshing."
"I-I'm sorry..."
"No need to apologize. I was curious about what kind of person the hero of that final battle would be, but you're more… adorably age-appropriate than I expected."
"H-Huh…?"
For the next few minutes, they exchanged idle chatter—favorite heroes, trivial small talk. None of it seemed relevant to the real purpose of this meeting, but Izuku could feel his nerves slowly unwinding.
"Now then, let's get to the main topic."
"Yes…"
"This concerns your future, but before we begin, let me assure you—it's nothing you need to take too seriously."
"..."
Unable to decipher the man's intent, Izuku remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
"My Quirk is Foresight. You could say it's similar to Sir Nighteye's."
"..."
"However, unlike him, I can't see the future clearly. At best, I get… hunches. A vague sense of what might come to pass. And based on those instincts, I've come to a conclusion I'd like to share with you."
Pausing briefly, Tsugumiya took a breath—then spoke with deliberate resolve.
"Izuku Midoriya. I want you to pass on your genes—as widely as possible—to future generations."
"…What?"
"To put it bluntly, I'm saying you should have sex with as many women as possible and father as many children as you can."
"…HUH!?!?!?"
"W-Whoa, easy. I expected that reaction, but just hear me out—"
The outrageous statement sent Izuku reeling, his usual politeness toward elders completely forgotten as he blurted out his shock.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-Why would you say something like that!?"
"Let me explain properly."
Taking a sip from his cup, Tsugumiya began his explanation—slowly, deliberately.
"You know All Might, don't you? He dedicated his entire life to heroism, sacrificing everything for it. As a consequence—if you could even call it that—he never engaged in relationships with women. Well, you could argue he 'fathered' a successor through the passing of One For All, but that's a different matter."
"Your case, however, is an exception. After the final battle against All For One, even though you lost your Quirk, you retained the spirit and experience of a true hero—a man who became the next symbol of peace." He added.
"And yet… if things continue like this, a tragedy may occur."
"Due to the nature of my Quirk, I can't go into specifics… but according to my foresight, if Izuku Midoriya graduates from U.A. without ever engaging in sexual intercourse with women, an evil on par with—or even greater than—All For One could be born into this world."
"Wha—?! What the hell does that mean—?!"
"My Quirk allows me to foresee various possibilities. I can see multiple paths—who must do what to reach certain outcomes. And, by some twist of fate, the scenario where you have sex with multiple women and father children is the only one where that tragedy is completely averted."
"…I don't understand."
Midoriya's mind raced, struggling to process the absurdity of the words thrown at him. The sheer number of logical errors in the man's claim was staggering.
"Well, think of this as a… hopeful request. Frankly, it pains me to burden a student—let alone a hero who saved the world—with something like this. Even if you refuse and continue living as you are now, the chances of that evil emerging are practically zero."
"Then—!"
"But 'practically zero' isn't the same as 'zero.' As a member of the Public Safety Commission, I can't ignore even the slightest possibility of a threat to Japan's future. You understand, don't you?"
"Tch…"
Seeing Midoriya's conflicted expression, Tsugumiya softened his tone.
"Like I said, you don't have to take this too seriously. It's just a request. I'm not forcing you to do anything against your will. Refusing won't bring any punishment. I just wanted you to know that if you accept, we're prepared to offer full support."
The sincerity in Tsugumiya's voice was undeniable. His words carried genuine concern.
Yet, Midoriya couldn't bring himself to nod in agreement.
"…I'm sorry. I… can't do something like that."
"Yeah, figured."
"…Huh?"
"Honestly, even I thought this was a stretch. Sorry for making you come all the way here just to hear something so unpleasant."
"Uh, yeah…"
The man stood smoothly, delivering his final words.
"As far as anyone's concerned, you never met me today. Officially, you were just here for post-mission paperwork. That's easier for you, right?"
"…"
"You can tell people if you want, but we'd rather avoid causing you unnecessary trouble. If you ever need help, contact me."
Handed a business card, Midoriya was soon escorted back to the convenience store where he'd been picked up.
The idea that sleeping with multiple women could prevent the rise of an unimaginable evil…
That thought needled at his chest the entire walk back to the dorms, leaving a sharp, lingering ache.
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"Phew…"
A few minutes after the boy—Izuku Midoriya—left the room, Tsugumiya exhaled a slow stream of smoke in the designated smoking area.
"…Didn't go well, huh?"
Thanks to anti-smoking campaigns, these dwindling spaces were one of the few places he could relax. Here, he pulled out his phone and dialed a subordinate.
"Yeah, it's me. Go ahead with the backup plan. Ahh, right… Make sure he doesn't find out."
The call lasted mere seconds, but it set something far larger into motion—something no one else yet realized.
"…Sorry, Midoriya. But if there's even a sliver of a chance that thing comes into existence… I've gotta crush it."
Minutes later…
Every woman connected to Izuku Midoriya received a single, encrypted message. Designed to self-destruct upon reading, it vanished into the digital void without a trace.
And yet…
The words lingered in their minds, festering like a stubborn stain.