Chapter 1: The Day the Ocean Roared
The beach was a world of wonder for five-year-old Izumi Midoriya. The sand was warm between her toes, and the endless blue of the ocean sparkled under the summer sun. She ran along the shore, giggling, a plastic shovel clutched in one hand.
"Kacchan, look!" Izumi called, waving at her best friend. Katsuki Bakugo, just as small but twice as loud, stomped over with a bucket full of seashells.
"Quit yelling, Deku! You'll scare the fish away!" Bakugo snapped, but there was a smile on his face. He dumped his shells next to Izumi's sandcastle, then plopped down beside her.
They built together, arguing over the best way to make towers, their laughter mixing with the cries of seagulls. For a moment, the world was only sand and sun and the promise of adventure.
Then, everything changed.
A strange hush fell over the beach. The wind picked up, tugging at Izumi's hair. She looked up, frowning. The sky was darkening, clouds swirling where there had been nothing but blue.
"Kacchan…?" Izumi whispered, suddenly uneasy.
Bakugo stood, squinting at the horizon. "What's that?"
Far out at sea, the water was rising—higher and higher, forming a wall that blotted out the sky. People started to scream and run, but Bakugo didn't move. He stared, frozen, as the tsunami thundered closer.
Izumi's heart hammered in her chest. She grabbed Bakugo's hand, trying to pull him away. "Kacchan, we have to go! Please!"
But Bakugo wouldn't budge. His eyes were wide, his body shaking. Izumi felt tears prick her own eyes. She couldn't leave her friend, but the wave was coming, so fast, so huge—
Something inside Izumi snapped. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing with all her might for the water to stop, for the storm to go away, for everyone to be safe.
The air crackled. The wind howled. The ground trembled beneath their feet.
When Izumi opened her eyes, the world had changed. The tsunami hung in the air, frozen, as if held by invisible hands. Lightning flashed overhead, and the clouds spun in wild circles. The ocean seemed to listen to Izumi's fear, bending to her will.
Bakugo gasped, stumbling back. "Deku… what did you do?"
"I—I don't know!" Izumi cried, tears streaming down her face. "I just wanted to save you!"
Slowly, the wave collapsed, the water falling harmlessly back into the sea. The storm faded, the sky clearing as quickly as it had darkened.
The beach was silent. People stared, pointing at the two little kids standing at the edge of the water.
Izumi fell to her knees, exhausted and confused. Bakugo knelt beside her, eyes wide with shock.
"You… you stopped it," Bakugo whispered.
Suddenly, frantic voices cut through the quiet. Izumi's mother and Bakugo's parents came running down the beach, faces pale with worry.
"There you are!" Izumi's mom cried, scooping her into a tight hug. "We have to leave, now. It's not safe here after what happened."
Bakugo's mom knelt beside him, checking him over for injuries. "You two scared us half to death! We're going home, right this minute."
Izumi looked up, her eyes wide and pleading. "But… can we come back next week? Please?"
Bakugo chimed in, crossing his arms stubbornly. "Yeah! We wanna come back. It'll be fine next time, promise."
The parents exchanged uncertain glances, worry etched on their faces. For a moment, it seemed like they might say no. But then Izumi's mom sighed, her expression softening.
"…Alright. If everything's safe, we'll come back next week. But you both have to promise to stay close and listen to us, okay?"
Izumi and Bakugo grinned at each other, relief flooding their faces.
"We promise!" they said in unison, already dreaming of their next adventure.
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1 week later
Back at the beach, Izumi and Bakugo begin building a sandcastle.
Bakugo caught her looking at him and scowled. "What are you staring at, Deku?"
Izumi smiled shyly and shook her head. "Nothing, Kacchan. I'm just glad you're okay."
Before Bakugo could answer, a group of older boys wandered over, drawn by the commotion. They looked down at Bakugo and Izumi, sneering.
"Hey, Bakugo! Why are you playing with a girl?" one of them jeered. "Didn't know you were such a baby!"
Another boy laughed. "Yeah, are you her boyfriend or something? Gunna cry if she gets hurt?"
Izumi's small hands clenched into fists. She hated when people teased Bakugo, especially because of her. She frowned, looking down, wishing she could make them go away.
Bakugo saw her expression and his eyes flashed with anger. "Shut up!" he shouted, jumping to his feet. "You wanna say that again?!"
The older boys just laughed harder, circling around. "Ooh, scary! What's the little girl gonna do, cry for her boyfriend?"
Bakugo lunged at them, swinging wildly. He was fierce, but there were too many. The boys shoved him back, taunting and jeering. Bakugo's face turned red with frustration, and Izumi could see his hands shaking—not with fear, but with rage and helplessness.
Izumi's heart ached. She couldn't stand seeing Kacchan like this. Something inside her snapped. She stood up, stepping between Bakugo and the older boys.
"Leave him alone!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger.
The boys laughed, but before they could say anything else, the wind picked up, swirling around Izumi. The sand whipped at their legs, stinging like tiny needles. The sky darkened, thunder rumbling overhead.
Izumi glared at the bullies, her green eyes fierce. "I said, leave him alone!"
The boys stumbled back, suddenly afraid. Bakugo, realizing what was happening, grinned. "Yeah! You heard her!"
With a burst of courage, Bakugo charged at the nearest boy, and Izumi followed, the wind at her back. Together, they fought off the bullies—Bakugo's fists flying, Izumi's strange new power making the air crackle and the sand swirl. The older kids, overwhelmed and frightened, finally ran off, shouting threats over their shoulders.
Breathing hard, Izumi turned to Bakugo. He was grinning, a wild, proud look in his eyes.
"Not bad, Deku," he said, brushing sand off his knees. "Guess you're not so useless after all."
Izumi blushed, her heart fluttering. "Thanks, Kacchan. I just… I didn't want them to hurt you."
Bakugo looked away, but Izumi saw the faintest hint of a smile. "Whatever. Next time, I'll beat them myself."
Izumi giggled, feeling lighter than she had all day. She knew things would never be the same—not with her new power, not with the way she felt about Bakugo—but as long as they were together, she felt like she could face anything.
===Later that evening, after the beach had emptied and the sun was dipping low, Bakugo and Izumi walked side by side with their parents. Bakugo was still buzzing with excitement, kicking at pebbles as they made their way to the car.
"Hey, Deku," Bakugo said, glancing at Izumi with wide eyes. "That was awesome back there! When those jerks showed up and you got mad, the wind went crazy. It was like the whole beach listened to you or something!"
Izumi blushed, rubbing her arm. "I… I don't know what happened. I just wanted them to stop."
Bakugo grinned, missing the worry in her voice. "It was probably just the wind, right? But it was still cool! You looked like a superhero or something."
As they reached their parents, Bakugo piped up, "When Izumi got mad, the wind picked up! It was wild!"
The adults exchanged a long, knowing look. Izumi's mom knelt down, her voice gentle but serious. "Izumi, sweetheart, I think your quirk might have shown itself today."
Bakugo's mom nodded, her eyes wide with realization. "It's time we bring you in for a check-up, just to be sure."
Izumi's heart fluttered with a mix of fear and excitement. She squeezed Bakugo's hand, and together they followed their parents.
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The next morning, Izumi sat nervously on the crinkly paper of the doctor's exam table. The room smelled like hand sanitizer and the walls were covered in posters of smiling kids. First, the nurse checked her height, weight, and listened to her heartbeat. Izumi's mom squeezed her hand, whispering encouragement.
Then the doctor came in, clipboard in hand. "Alright, Izumi, now we're going to do a special test to see if you have a quirk, okay?"
Izumi nodded, her stomach fluttering. The doctor ran a few tests—asking her to move her fingers, checking her eyes, and finally, placing a small device on her hand that glowed softly.
After a few moments, the doctor smiled. "Well, Izumi, it looks like you have what we call an Omega Quirk. That means your power is very strong and has a lot of potential."
Izumi's eyes widened. "What kind of quirk is it?"
The doctor explained, "Your quirk lets you control the wind and weather around you, especially when your emotions are strong. It's very rare and powerful. You'll need to learn how to use it carefully."
Izumi thought for a moment, then grinned. "Can I call it 'Stormheart'?"
The doctor chuckled. "That's a wonderful name."
Meanwhile, at preschool, Bakugo sat at his table, scowling and resting his chin on his hand. The seat next to him was empty.
A classmate approached. "Hey, Bakugo, do you want to play with us?"
Bakugo shook his head. "It's not the same without Izumi." He turned away, missing his friend more than he wanted to admit.
Later that day, Izumi tugged at her mom's sleeve as they left the doctor's office. "Mom, I want to go to school."
Her mom looked surprised. "Why do you want to go to school? I took you out for the day so you could rest."
Izumi's eyes were earnest. "I don't want to leave Kacchan alone."
Her mom smiled warmly, brushing Izumi's hair from her face. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll drive you to school."
Back at preschool, Bakugo sat at his table, frowning, his face scrunched up in a mean expression. The seat beside him was still empty.
Suddenly, the teacher called out, "Everyone, look who came to school today!"
Bakugo didn't look up at first, but then he heard a familiar voice. "Hello, everyone!"
He shot to his feet, scrambling over to Izumi before anyone else could reach her. "Deku! You're back! What happened? Are you okay? Did the doctor say anything? Did you get a cool power?"
Izumi laughed, surrounded by her classmates, and for the first time all day, Bakugo smiled.
====A few days after her doctor's visit, Izumi stood in a quiet park with her mom. The sky was clear, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Izumi's mom knelt beside her, offering a reassuring smile.
"Remember what the doctor said, Izumi? Your quirk is connected to your feelings. Let's try something simple. Take a deep breath and think about making the wind blow just a little."
Izumi nodded, closing her eyes. She focused on the feeling of the breeze on her cheeks, picturing it swirling gently around her. At first, nothing happened. She scrunched her face, frustration bubbling up.
Her mom placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. Don't force it. Just breathe and imagine the wind dancing with you."
Izumi relaxed, letting her breath flow in and out. She pictured the wind as a friend, playful and light. Suddenly, a small gust swirled around her feet, lifting a few leaves into the air. Izumi's eyes flew open in surprise.
"I did it!" she gasped, watching the leaves spin and twirl.
Her mom clapped, beaming with pride. "You did, Izumi! See? You just have to stay calm and trust yourself."
Izumi grinned, her heart soaring. She tried again, this time making the wind circle around her like a gentle hug. Each time she focused, the breeze responded, growing stronger or softer with her thoughts.
By the end of the afternoon, Izumi was laughing, sending little whirlwinds through the grass. She knew it would take time to master her quirk, but for the first time, she felt in control—and excited for all the adventures ahead.
=Izumi's training continued every afternoon in the park. Her mom, Inko Midoriya, set up little challenges: balancing leaves on the wind, making a breeze strong enough to spin a pinwheel, or calming a gust when she got too excited. Sometimes, Izumi would get frustrated when the wind wouldn't listen, but Inko always encouraged her to take deep breaths and try again.
One day, as Izumi was practicing making a gentle whirlwind around a pile of flower petals, a small crowd gathered at the edge of the park. Murmurs rippled through the onlookers, and Inko gasped softly.
Walking toward them was none other than the pro hero, Skybolt—famous for his ability to soar through the air and control the weather. His cape fluttered behind him, and his hero costume gleamed in the sunlight.
Izumi's eyes went wide. "Mom! It's Skybolt!" she squeaked, clutching her well-worn hero notebook to her chest. Without thinking, she dashed across the grass, nearly tripping over her own feet.
"Skybolt! Skybolt!" she called, waving her notebook. "Can you sign this, please?"
Skybolt laughed, kneeling down to her level. "Well, aren't you a little ball of energy! Of course I'll sign it." He took the notebook, flipping through the pages filled with messy notes, doodles of heroes, and diagrams of quirks.
He grinned. "You've got quite the collection here, little miss. Why are you out here training?"
Izumi's cheeks flushed with excitement. "I just found out I have a quirk! It lets me control the wind and weather—well, sort of. I'm still learning. I want to become a hero who helps everyone, just like you!"
Skybolt's eyes softened as he looked more closely at her notebook. "You've really put a lot of thought into this. Some of these notes are a little hard to read, but I can tell you're passionate. That's what matters most."
He signed his name with a flourish and handed the notebook back. "Keep working hard, Stormheart. With that kind of determination, you'll be a great hero one day."
Izumi beamed, hugging her notebook tight. "Thank you, Skybolt! I'll do my best!"
Skybolt ruffled her hair and winked. "I'll be watching for you on the hero charts someday."
As he walked away, Izumi turned to Inko, her heart full of hope and excitement. She couldn't wait to train even harder—and maybe, just maybe, she'd be the kind of hero who inspired others, too.