A few days later, Izuku was sprawled across the floor of his room, controller in hand, half-focused on the game playing out on the screen. The familiar clicks and digital sound effects barely registered in his mind—his thoughts drifting, as they had been ever since the entrance exam ended.
Then—
"IIZUKU!"
The door slammed open.
Izuku barely had time to look up before Inko burst into his room, clutching an envelope so tightly her hands were shaking. Her eyes were already glossy, breath uneven, as if she'd sprinted the entire way home.
"I-It came!" she cried. "It finally came!"
Izuku's heart skipped.
Before he could even stand, the envelope burst open and light flooded the room. A familiar towering figure formed midair, rendered in brilliant holographic detail.
All Might.
He struck a dramatic pose, cape fluttering despite the lack of wind.
"IZUKU MIDORIYA!" All Might boomed. "YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO U.A. HIGH SCHOOL!"
Izuku froze.
All Might continued, voice filled with unmistakable pride. "YOU ENTERED WITH ONE OF THE HIGHEST POINT TOTALS IN U.A.'S HISTORY! AND AS SUCH—YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED AS THIS YEAR'S STUDENT REPRESENTATIVE FOR THE TOP CLASS!"
All Might pointed directly forward.
"CLASS A!"
Izuku's breath caught.
"I WILL BE TEACHING YOUR CLASS PERSONALLY," All Might went on, flashing a grin so wide it nearly split his face. "I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU WHEN SCHOOL OPENS! NOW—"
He struck another exaggerated pose.
"I'M SIGNING OUT… IN A COOL WAY!"
The hologram flickered—and vanished.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent.
Then Inko tackled Izuku into a hug.
"I'm so proud of you!" she sobbed, squeezing him tightly. "I knew it—oh, I knew you could do it!"
Izuku laughed, wrapping his arms around her as his chest warmed with something dangerously close to disbelief.
"We should celebrate!" Inko said, pulling back just enough to look at him. "Anything you want—what do you wanna do?"
Izuku smiled, excitement finally bubbling to the surface. "The mall," he said. "I've been meaning to pick up a few things for my hero suit."
Inko blinked—then smiled knowingly. "Of course you have," she said warmly. "Let's go!"
She left the room, still wiping her eyes, humming happily as she went.
Izuku stood and stretched, muscles rolling beneath his skin as he exhaled slowly. Once he was alone, he knelt and pulled a small, reinforced box from beneath his bed.
The latch clicked open.
Inside lay his hero suit.
Well—its prototype.
The fabric was worn, seams reinforced and re-stitched multiple times. Pieces had been removed, reattached, discarded, and redesigned over months of trial and error. Every scratch, every alteration told a story of indecision, experimentation, and relentless refinement.
Izuku stared at it quietly.
For months, he'd changed his mind over and over—colors, materials, functionality, symbolism. But eventually, after countless nights of sketching and testing, he'd settled on something that felt right. This wasn't just a costume. It was the beginning of who he would become.
'I think this is the suit I want,' he thought, eyes scanning the final sketch one last time.
He stood, took one last look around his room—the place where he'd broken his body down and rebuilt it piece by piece—and stepped out.
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Two months later.
The first day of U.A.
A warm spring morning greeted the city with a gentle breeze. Sakura trees lining the sidewalks swayed softly, petals drifting through the air like pink snow, coating the streets and cars in fragile beauty. It felt almost too peaceful. Too perfect for a Monday.
Izuku stepped out of the car after Inko dropped him off a short walk away from the school gates. The moment his shoes touched the pavement, his heart rate spiked—not from nerves, but from anticipation.
"Good luck, sweetie! Do your best" Inko called, leaning out the window with a proud smile.
"I will," he replied, giving her a small wave before the car pulled away.
He adjusted his blazer out of habit.
The U.A. uniform fit him neatly—crisp white shirt, blazer sitting perfectly on his shoulders, tie straight and precise. His posture had changed too, subtle but noticeable.
Broader. Grounded. The only thing that didn't match the clean-cut look was his hair—messy, wild, refusing to be tamed no matter how many times he tried.
But that was fine. That was him.
'It's time. Honestly… I kinda wish I didn't already know everything that's going to happen,' he thought as his eyes drifted toward the towering walls beyond the gate. 'Would've made the school experience a lot more exciting.'
A pause.
'But then again… I'm sure plenty of things happen here that never made it into the story.'
The massive U.A. gates loomed ahead.
Walking past them sent a strange chill down his spine. It felt like stepping into a memory he shouldn't have had—like déjà vu mixed with destiny. The sound of students chatting, footsteps echoing, laughter drifting through the air—it all matched scenes burned into his mind.
After a brief glance at the large campus map near the entrance, Izuku committed it to memory in less than ten seconds. Every building. Every hallway. Every shortcut, stairwell, and emergency exit.
As he walked through the pristine halls, the right side opened into towering glass windows that revealed the training fields outside. Vast green stretches of land. Concrete battle zones. Colossal gym structures that dwarfed the students passing by.
The morning sun streamed through the glass, bathing the hallway in gold.
Izuku slowed, stopping for just a moment as the light washed over his face. His reflection faintly stared back at him in the glass—calm, focused, ready.
'I wonder if I can fight a Nomu right now,' he thought casually.
The idea didn't scare him.
It excited him.
Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside and continued forward until he reached a massive sliding door. A bold plaque above it read:
Class 1-A
He stopped in front of it, hand hovering inches away.
This was it. The beginning. He took a breath—and stepped forward.
TO BE CONTINUED