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Two Years Later
The morning sun sneaked through the curtains of the Midoriya apartment, casting a warm glow over the room filled with All Might merchandise.
Izuku Midoriya stood in front of his full-length mirror. He was wearing the standard uniform of Aldera Junior High, but it felt tighter today.
He looked at his reflection. His green curls were a mess, as usual. His freckles stood out against his pale skin. But it was the eyes that worried him. They were wide, trembling, and currently reflecting high levels of anxiety,
"You got this," he whispered to the mirror.
He sounded unconvinced.
He took a deep breath and slapped his cheeks with both hands.
SMACK.
"YOU GOT THIS!" he yelled.
"IZUKU!" his mother's voice came from the hallway. "Hurry up, dear! You are going to be late for the exam! Do you have your pencils? Your admission ticket? Your lucky handkerchief?"
"I'm coming!"
Izuku grabbed his yellow backpack, shoved his feet into his red sneakers, and panicked-sprinted to the dining room. He inhaled a piece of toast in two bites, grabbed a bento box, and rushed for the door.
"Goodbye, Mom!"
Inko Midoriya peeked out from the kitchen, her eyes already shimmering with unshed tears. She looked like she was sending him off to war rather than a high school entrance exam, which was going to be a war.
"Good luck, Izuku!" she called out, waving a ladle. "Plus ultra!"
"Thanks, Mom!"
He burst out of the apartment door, the cool spring air hitting his face. He checked his phone. He had thirty minutes to get to the station and catch the train to Musutafu. Plenty of time, assuming he didn't run into a villain, a cat stuck in a tree, or his own clumsiness.
He sprinted toward the metro station, his mind already going through the topics of the written exam. Quadratic formulas. History of Quirk Law. Geography. I need to review the treaty of 20XX.
He swiped his pass at the turnstile and squeezed into the morning commuter train. It was crowded, smelling of coffee and hair gel. He managed to snag a corner spot near the door, grabbing the handrail.
As the train rattled into motion, Izuku pulled out his phone to do some last-minute reviewing. But as he unlocked the screen, his eyes drifted to the advertising panel above the window opposite him.
It was a sleek, minimalist poster featuring a stylized plum blossom logo.
SHUZENJI ENTERPRISES Healing the World. Protecting the Future.Pharmaceuticals. Support Tech. Security Solutions.
Izuku stared at it.
It's still surprising, he thought, how the Shuzenji family overtook the Yaoyorozu family in total net worth.
Two years ago, the Shuzenji name was famous only for Recovery Girl and the elite surgeon Honoka Shuzenji. They were wealthy, sure, "old money" wealthy. But they were quiet.
Then, almost overnight, everything changed.
They began to invest aggressively. They bought out struggling support gear startups. They funded cutting-edge medical research labs. They expanded into private security contracting. It was like a sleeping dragon had woken up and decided it wanted to own the hoard, not just sit on it.
And just two months ago, Izuku recalled, reading the financial ticker at the bottom of the ad, they officially crossed the Yaoyorozu family in liquid assets. The wealthiest family in Japan.
It was unprecedented. People whispered about a new advisor, a shadow partner driving the expansion, but nobody knew who it was.
Guess they felt really motivated, Izuku thought, turning his attention back to his phone.
He opened his news feed app. He needed to be up to date. A hero had to know the current climate.
He scrolled past the weather (sunny), the sports scores (baseball), and the latest All Might sighting (saving a kitten).
Then, he stopped.
The trending topic was a single word, bolded in red.
BLADE.
Izuku shivered involuntarily.
Blade. The name had appeared in the Musutafu underground about two years ago. A vigilante.
Usually, vigilantes were amateurs. Kids in hoodies trying to play hero and getting in the way. But Blade... Blade was different.
He wasn't soft.
Izuku tapped on an article titled: Vigilante Justice or Villainy? The Blade Controversy Continues.
He read the summary. Blade didn't just catch villains. He marked them. He was known to leave permanent, burn marks on his targets. The bigger the crime, the bigger the scar. It was a branding. A warning.
There were rumors — dark, whispered rumors on the forums — that Blade had once caught a villain attempting to assault a high school girl in an alleyway. When the police found the villain, he was alive, but... incomplete. Blade had surgically removed the man's "capacity to offend" with a cauterizing slash.
Izuku swallowed hard. It was terrifying.
And yet, crime in the districts where Blade operated had dropped by 40%.
He scrolled down to the latest picture captured by a security camera. It was grainy, but the silhouette was unmistakable.
The image showed an armored figure standing in a dimly lit, industrial corridor. The character was wearing a sleek, black full-body suit with segmented armor plating that looked less like hero spandex and more like a robotic exoskeleton. A high-tech assassin. The helmet fully covers the face with a smooth, black visor. No eyes. No mouth. Just a blank, reflective void. (Yes, Snake Eyes armor)
But the most striking detail wasn't the armor. It was the aura.
Surrounding the figure was a haze of intense, vibrating purple energy.
And in his hand, a construct made of that same purple light — a long blade that looked like it was humming with heat.
Izuku's fanboy brain kicked in, overriding his fear. He started muttering, his thumb hovering over the image.
'Purple energy... High temperature, likely plasma-based, given the cauterization reports. The constructs imply an Emitter type with extremely high control, possibly telekinetic manipulation of the heat source. The armor suggests he has no natural durability quirk, relying on tech for defense, but reports say he moves with superhuman speed. A physical enhancement quirk secondary? Or is the energy boosting his muscles? But many thinks it's just neon lighting. That his quirk is something completely different.'
"You know, I saw him," a girl standing next to him whispered to her friend.
Izuku froze, his muttering cutting off. He swiveled his eyes toward them.
"Really?" the friend gasped. "You saw Blade? How was he? Is he handsome? Did you see his face?"
"No, no face," the girl giggled, blushing. "But I saw him chasing a purse snatcher near the arcade. The villain was about to escape down a manhole, but Blade just... threw a sword."
She mimed a throwing motion.
"It pinned the guy to the wall by his coat! And then Blade just walked up. He didn't run. He just walked. He stood over him for like five seconds, just watching him panic. Then he pulled the sword out and tied him up. It was so hot! And scary! But mostly hot."
"You are weird," her friend gave her a sus stare.
So cool, Izuku thought. Scary, yes. Illegal, yes. But the control... the presence...
Ding-dong.
"Next stop: Musutafu. U.A. High School."
Izuku jumped. "That's me!"
He scrambled off the train, nearly tripping over his own feet as he merged into the crowd of students heading toward the prestigious academy.
The U.A. gates were massive. Towering structures of steel and glass that represented the pinnacle of heroism. Izuku stood before them, feeling very small and very quirkless, even though he had one now.
"Out of my way, Deku!"
The growl came from behind him.
Izuku flinched, stepping to the side instinctively. "K-Kacchan!"
Katsuki Bakugo stomped past him. He wasn't wearing his uniform properly— no tie, pants sagging — and his expression had his permanent scowl.
"Don't stand in my way," Bakugo muttered, not even looking at him. "I will kill you."
"M-Morning!" Izuku squeaked. "Let's do our best today!"
Bakugo didn't scream. He simply ignored him and kept walking, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
Izuku blinked.
He ignored me, Izuku thought, watching the blonde walk away. Ever since the Sludge Villain incident... he's been different. Quieter. Still angry, but... focused. He doesn't go out of his way to torment me anymore.
It was a small mercy, but Izuku took it.
He took a deep breath, looking up at the U.A. building.
I got this, he told himself. I have One For All. I trained on the beach. I ate the hair. I am ready.
He took a confident step forward.
But then he hit his other foot and stumbled forward, and gravity took hold.
"Wah?!"
He shouted, bracing for the impact of face-on-concrete.
But the impact never came.
He simply floated?
His face hovered inches from the ground, suspended by a gentle, invisible force.
"Are you okay?"
A bubbly voice floated to his ears.
Izuku drifted back to a standing position and turned around.
A girl with bobbed brown hair and rosy cheeks was smiling at him. She had her fingertips pressed together.
"It's my quirk," she explained cheerfully. "Sorry for using it without asking, but it would be bad luck to fall right before the exam, right?"
"Uh... ah... w-w-w..." Izuku stammered. He was talking to a girl. A cute girl. She was touching him (metaphorically).
"I'm nervous too!" she beamed. "Let's do our best!"
"Th-Thank you!" Izuku managed to squeak.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?"
A third voice interrupted them.
It wasn't angry like Bakugo's. It was lazy. Relaxed. The voice of someone who had never rushed a day in their life.
Izuku and the girl turned.
And stared.
Standing on the path behind them was someone who looked like he had walked out of a history book — or a high-budget period drama.
MC's currunt drip, but he is wearing a more casual Yukata:-(In comments)
It was a boy, roughly their age, but he carried himself with an air of ancient authority. He wasn't wearing a school uniform. He was wearing a black yukata, the fabric dark and textured, wrapped loosely around a lean frame.
He was striking. Super good-looking in a way that made the air around him feel expensive. He had messy, vibrant red hair and a distinct feather-shaped birthmark on his forehead.
His expression was relaxed, bordering on bored. His eyes were half-lidded, glowing with a deep crimson hue that matched his hair.
In one hand, he held a long, red-lacquered smoking pipe, bringing it to his lips. A thin wisp of blue vapor curled upward, smelling of mint.
But the weirdest thing wasn't the clothes. Or the pipe.
It was what was sitting on his head.
Perched comfortably in his spiky red hair was a small black cat. It had bright yellow eyes and was currently grooming its paw, completely unfazed by the crowd of aspiring heroes.
The boy took a puff from the pipe, exhaled a cloud, and looked at Izuku and the girl.
"You're blocking the gate," he said, his tone mild. "Romance scenes are for after the exam."
Izuku's brain short-circuited.
Why does he have a cat on his head?
Is that a pipe? Is he smoking? At U.A.?
Why is he wearing a yukata?
The girl, on the other hand, had a simpler reaction. Her eyes sparkled.
Waaa, she thought, clutching her bag straps. He looks so cool!
The boy stepped past them, his wooden geta sandals clicking rhythmically on the pavement. He didn't look back. He just walked toward the entrance, the black cat meowing once as they passed the threshold.
"Wait!" the girl called out. "Good luck!"
The boy raised the pipe in a lazy wave without turning around.
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What do you think?? I dropped alot of hints of what the MC has been cooking in the past 2 years.
And I remember someone suggesting giving MC a pet, and I really liked the idea, so here it is. And however that was thx for the idea😁
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