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Mina always enjoyed the chance to hold her special newborn twins, yet currently the pink mother couldn’t even stand on her own two feet. Thankfully the strong arms of her husband Izuku supported them high in the sky. The married couple were traveling high up above the city, absent-mindedly taking in all the minor details far down below. Their minds were preoccupied with thoughts of the past, from their first day of school up to the present.
Izuku, often thought of as bland by all, started calling out a few familiar landmarks. “Remember those Dagoban sunsets? Those little walks in the park? Personally I miss those little train rides in-between, too.”
“ Well, the arcades did it for me. I kicked your butt on everything that didn’t involve heroes. Especially in those first-person shooters with the aliens. I was a maniac,” Mina bragged playfully with her longtime love and husband of five years.
“Those xenomorph moved way too fast!” her husband recalled as an excuse.
“Still, a win for Midori!” Mina replayed that scenario in her head, but couldn’t connect the dot between Izuku then and now. Like the old saying goes “the more things change, the more things stay the same.” Either way, the thought that she personally helped the great hero achieve a greater sense of confidence made the Alien Queen a bit happier.
“By the way, does he have a name yet? I’d hate to introduce our new children to our old friends, without having him named yet,” a worried Izuku asked his wife.
“I tried, but I just can’t think anything for such a bland baby,” Mina remarked with fullest extent of sarcasm, a cheeky grin on her face. “Unlike our adopted girl there nothing to go. I mean seriously, look at him. Kid as bland as you minus, the green overtone.”
Izuku gulped, green bolts sparking around him. Breaking down and analyzing random quirks had always been the nerd’s strong suit. Developing new methods to uses them? Easy as pie. Choosing a creative, simple name? Not so much. “Izuku.jr?” he haphazardly recommend.
“Well... nobody’s great the first time around.” Mina sighed, desperately trying her hardest to avoid stating how horrible that name was.
X
A blonde, skeleton-looking man with darkened, shadowy eyes awoke. His weakened navy blue eyes looked around to see nothing outside a pale white void. It was impossible to determine where the ground ended and the sky began, if there was even a sky or ground to begin or end. The void grasped right reach out to infinity.
Checking the items on hand, the man found he was wearing a long white cotton T-shirt, long hunter green pant, and a loosely tided brown belt. All three items of clothing were practically four sizes too tall. “Midoriya?” he called out in dim hope of a response. Pleading for another human being.
“All-Might?” Suddenly a frightened response could be heard. “What’s going on?”
The blonde man became buoyant upon hearing another person. The joy was alas only transient, as he discovered the follow wanderer was a nervous, portly mother in her traditional motherly outfit. “Hmm,” All Might said, trying to recall the woman, “You’re... hmmm... you have some sort of relationship with young Midoriya. Sorry, I know we’ve met somewhere. Hard to recall-“ The man repeatedly snapped his finger, forcing tiredlessly on his memory only to be met with loose rippling fog.
“I’m Inko Midoriya. My son Izuku is a big fan. He’d always watch your videos a dozen times over.” Inko said with a bow.
All Might’s attention averted once realizing the that ungodly pain in his chest had ceased. Blood hadn’t squirted out while talking. No insufferable headache had randomly popped up. For the first time in so so long, everything felt perfectly fine. The ever growing inner misery had vanished.
Trying to then find if he could recall his long forgotten strength, the former symbol of peace crouched down, pushing countless muscles into overdrive. Forcing a will power one would use to restart their own heart.
“All Might, what are you doing? Is something happening to you?” Inko became perturbed, convinced this effort would aggravate his physical situation, rationalizing hundreds of less than pleasant outcomes.
Smoke began to swarm around, engulfing to the stringy limbs of the living corpse, only fueling the green woman’s fears. A dark shadow began growing wildly. Then the momentum hauled. As the smoke started to disperse, the sole witness templed.
Feeling entirely abandoned, unsure, and downright secluded, she hesitantly asked. “Are...” Inko gulped, each bone trembling in pure horror. “Are... You okay...?”
“No...” A bright, white gloating smile peering through the smoke. Slowly walking passed the departing thick white barrier, stood All Might having his heroic form restored. “I’m Alright!” Shouting out in pure excited power and flexing both muscular arms out feeling a new found power.
Taken aback, the weighted green woman had to admit it was truly incredible seeing that face again. However, the corny pun did bring the moment down a peg.
X
Kota and Eri waited beside the bright glass door of their chosen restaurant, searching for Izuku and Mina as their adoptive parents eventually arrived. The horned girl gave a quick energetic wave. “Iziz, Mimi, over here.” She said, using the old childish pronunciation.
“Hey, kiddos, how life hanging?” Mina asked curiously while carefully getting down off her husband’s muscular arm.
“Got a B- on my last medical test, Mimi!” Eri happily disclaimed whilst holding the neat graded paper.
Kota sipped a hot cup of roasted nut coffee as an excuse to remain silent, responding through emotionless shrugs and other non-verbal commutation. The boy kept a low presence, wearing a aqua blue short sleeve button up with brown pair of pants, topped in a double horn hat similar to his old childhood kind.
Suddenly, the unnamed baby boy started making sounds. “Ga Ma...”
The small family came closer hearing those words. Eri gained a better look at what was effectively her baby brother and sister. “Hello there, from now on call me big sis Eri. If you two need anything come to me.” The girl proceeded to make silly, goofy face in order to greet the two.
Mina commented that the slimy girl was named Inja. Izuku stated he sadly had found Inja in a dark ally way, underneath a layer of garage, and refused to share any further information. Either way the long, white hair doctor-in-training still considered the slimy infant family.
Inja appeared to hold a mutant based, liquid type quirk that was as of yet unnamed and made the gal a natural winter green. Once the shy eyes opened-up, it revealed they were as dark as Mina, with aqua blue irises instead of bumble bee yellow. Gingerbread freckles lay over the left cheek. Strands resembling slimy lime green hair popped close to azure blue eyebrows. Light shined narrowly through the precious strains.
She seemed to be doubled wrapped, first in a pink tight plastic substance bag, then a clean white baby towel covered in over a dozen outline green hearts. She wore a hot pink cozie fuzie hat. Shaking endlessly in her new mother hands, tamed solely because of a warm, comforting heart beat.
Whilst Mina’s right arm held Inja, the left held a tired out boy simply wanting to rest. It was I mpossible to tell he was related to the bizarre heroine. He had curly, pure black hair, some barely visible cherry red freckles, and wore a fresh pair of emerald green baby pajamas. Other than that, the boy was quite nondescript and plain.
“Decided on a name yet?” Kota asked firmly.
Regretfully, the parents told the truth. They had been procrastinating on finding a proper name. Nothing really stuck or held much meaning. Green enhancer hero names range from plain like Izuku.Jr, to embarrassing like All-Mightto.Jr. The acid emission hero, conversely, was absolutely clueless.
Eri was too busy toying with Inja to focus. The slime humanoid shared a bulldog-sequence cuteness. Moreover the baby girl possessed a shy presence, an innocent awkward energy to a degree. The horned medical trainee got so delighted just seeing the baby.
Kota suggested making up a random moniker for the boy. “Let’s call him... I don’t know...Ichirei ?” The water emitter swiftly recommended.
X
All Might kept pinching himself repeatedly. It was hard to accept this as reality. There was no more pain, his heroic form resurfaced, his strength wasn’t fading. Sure, he felt vastly weaker compare to his last fight, but of course beggars can’t be choosers.
Inko searched around in vain, shouting, yelling, flat-out screaming into the void for somebody, anybody. The pair started hearing familiar whispers close-by, and loud nonsensical word in the distance, but nothing visible. The woman turned to the only other individual in the empty void. “All-Might what’s the last thing you remember?”
Hearing that, the newly strengthened All-Might understood. She wanted to try connecting the dots. Find a clue through recalling previous events. Scratching underneath his chin, the man found remembering challenging. “Hard to say. At a certain point my memories seem dysfunctional.” Speaking a quiet hesitant disturbing voice.
“Dysfunctional?” Asked the scared mother.
“Yeah, see I’m able to recall my entire childhood with ease. My third dog Colorado’s second bed. Very first superhero cartoon after Colorado ran away. Mom’s yellow, looped, diamond earrings. Clear as crystal.”
The blonde paused, taking in a deep breathe. He decided to leave out details of Midoriya and One-For-All.
“After meeting... a pupil on the beach, things get difficult. Like large gaps suddenly popped-up. I remember teaching class 1-A, but how I arrived there or what I did right beforehand is a blank.” Shrugging his shoulder completely clueless.
“Now that you mention it I’m suffering a similar problem,” Inko said, “only I don’t recall my childhood at all. Was I married? Did I have a divorce? Nothing outside of Izuku. At least he’s safe-“ Inko collapsed suddenly, and in a flash she saw an image of herself. She was burnt alive, in Izuku horrified hands, eyes closing, her son holding the leftover remains. “Oh god...” tears sneakily started dripping down Inko’s face.
All might saw the short woman cowering. A strong, agitating sickness took hold. As the seven-foot giant went to console her, it happened to him as well. A glimpse at himself hooked to a machine. Over a dozen students near by. Heart slowing down drastically. “No...” A harsh, cold pulse hit, making him fall to his knees.
X
Valued friends, old teachers, and adored family members all wanted a look at the ‘twins,’ getting incredibly crowd near the glass door. Each one asking their own questions, one half being the names and quirks. The other half were handing out adorable baby supporting gifts like it were a high-stakes competition.
Yaoyorozu was part of the latter group, proudly carrying the largest bag there. Inside were twenty-one different brands of healthy fruit-flavored baby foods, two sets worth of educational nighttime DVD’s, and five bestselling books on parenthood inside a beautiful Paris green plastic cover and a rose pink bow. Kendou stood beside her, rocking her baby Kinshu, just relieved her creating wife didn’t go too far over board.
A short, green-haired, wide-eyed woman named Rag-doll brought a package of cat themed diapers before getting a few pics of Kota and the new "kittens". Miruko wanted to stay in the background, being uncomfortable in this scenario, but Rag-doll got the tall rabbit to at least be close by.
A handfull like Eijirou, Tsuyu, Shouto and Ibara chose to stay in back having a conversation to themselves, preferring to wait till things calmed down. Tsuyu, herself visibly pregnant, was drinking a cup of cold milk, having read that it would be healthy for the baby. Eijirou hovered over her protectively, the “Sutaraito Incident” having made the crimson haired brawler deem himself as a full-time hardening body guard.
Ibara lightly laughed at the paranoid man's noble efforts. Holding a warm cup of mint green tea, complete with a properly stuck out pinky finger. Her nails painted hunter green decorated in gentle silver star shaped swirls. She sipped casually in-between giggles, stretching two vine strands out to comfortably hug Shouto's wrist.
The topic of conversation among the group ranged from daily activity to favorite movies, shifts sometimes happening over a matter of seconds. Rarely an aspect be given more than three sentences tops. Life became relaxing these last couple years.
Tsuyu spoke how she’ll be in Mina's position in just another week, after her baby girl Kochō is born. Ibara replied by assuring that she and her husband Shouto lend a hand.
Shouto has been too busy swiping at his phone, sorrowfully looking at pictures of his month-old surrogate son Kinshu. Each one was analyzed carefully, desperately burning a perfect mental image.
Miruko help her beloved Rag-doll get a better view, hugging from behind by the waist and pushing her up. It didn’t take very much effort as she was quite light. The happy, wide-eyed, cat loving woman gave her special rabbit a kiss underneath the chin as thanks. Said white rabbit turned away before blushing in embarrassment.
In a matter of seconds, it became obvious the crowd gravitated more towards Inja than Ichrei, even if only out of curiosity. One look and people pondered how she functioned. Body structure, movement, senses, organs, harmless mind teasing questions really. Add to that her calming, dark aqua blue eyes, and shining winter green slime leaving an effect similar to the Alien Queen herself. The child also proved more expressive than her new “twin” brother. Shy sweat, dumbfounded shock, shivering joy, worried smiles, etc. She looked especially adorable crawling deeper toward Mina's chest for warmth.
The fascination would’ve continued in this fashion if Ichirei hadn’t started making sounds again. “Da... Da... Da...”
Being the first to notice, Eri shouted in excitement and tried getting the others to lower the volume. Izuku and Mina were astounded. Their child looked like he was already about to say his first word despite being a under week old. Everyone drew closer.
X
Toshinori Yagi and Inko Midoriya reacted to the knowledge of there lost mortality as any other sane pair would. Absolute mental break down.
Heartbroken, the mother thought back to the day she got two adopted grand-babies in the form of Kota and Eri. Cooking those lovably warm meals, seeing a precious family take shape. Izuku secretly revealing the diamond wedding ring for that hyperactive wonderful pink soon to be daughter-in-law. “Died in my baby boy arms! Oh god!” The woman cried, holding both hands against her face to take in the river of tears.
The taller blonde kept hitting the ground repeatedly, a dozen times over, soaking in pure regret. Limited to recalling events of a helpless pathetic man needing protection. The worst part was having no full memory of his students. Those young heroes in training under his wing... did he fail them? “I’m dead. I’ve actually died. Is this Limbo? Hell? Cause it's certainly not heaven. Of all the-“ He cut himself off, losing the last thread of his dignity.
The deceased hero played a "Katsuki Card", venting out very colorful words. Normally, Inko would be a against these profanities, but she understood. All this rage, all these bumbling thoughts, the drowning shame. Hell, not like there was anyone around to hear them, so why not? The entire pitiful scene lasted five minutes straight. It would’ve continued had they not suddenly heard an upbeat, heartwarming voice.
“Toshinori?”
Inko looked back in shock. All-Might became paralyzed, feeling rejoiced at the familiar smile which had two fingers squeezing the lips. “Long time no see huh, Toshi?” the seventh former users of One-For-All Shimura cheerfully.
Inko subsequently became shocked. Began remembering bit and piece of her distance miserable childhood. Hestitantly uttering a single nervous word. “Mom...?”
X
Everyone kept trying to force the word "Dada" out of the boy, thing is Ichirei wasn’t going to say Dada. Instead relay more of the echos of voices yelling inside. “Da... Da...”
Izuku felt a heavy sense of pride. So many love ones close at hand, smiling at his very own astonishing family. Each one a priceless, glorious treasure. Hearing his son speaking for the first time was definitely a bonus.
Ichirei's eyes opened wide, revealing he had inherited his mother's bumble bee yellow irises. This was followed by a blast of massive, moonstone sliver electricity. Bolts flew all over the room, the crowd dispersing or ducking for safety. Then, the infant boy loudly shouted: “Da Fuck!”
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X-Nine Years Later
Seven kids watched the morning sun rise on Dagobah Beach. A soothing, warm melody began to play as a kindly heated hand strokes each cheek. A passion filled excitement could be felt blending into the low-beating wind.
The beauty of the sun was far too grand to directly see. Thankfully the ocean water mirrored the twilight nicely. creating an amber orange smile, out line rich flaming gold amongst the waves. The clouds were equally appealing, easily mistaken for fluffy pumpkins marshmallows. Pushing the damp, miserable void toward tomorrow.
Chirping dyamabo birds acted as elegant clarinets. Waves conducted the role as thundering percussion timpani bashing on land. Water withdrawing strung an exquisite baroque violin. Striped dolphins danced a breathtaking ballet.
All-Might personally informed Ichirei (Nine-years-old, Quirk: Super Strength?) how his old man single handedly crafted this scene, describing bits and pieces of the gigantic task. Stating the long hours required, bone crushing effort. Each night returning home beyond exhausted. (Leaving out the parts involving him flaring to the cute short bikini wearing woman of course.)
The young enhancer responded with a bored expression. “Neat.”
All-Might immediately slapped his mighty face. “Way to bring down the mood rookie.”
A tall, slim, jolly woman gave All-Might a hard whacking from behind. Wearing a short black and white stripped bikini. “Give the kid a break Toshinori. After all, I bet Ichi is sick to death of hearing how great the number one hero is. Ichi's got school to remind him how amazing Deku is.”
Ichirei pointed at the teasing ‘ghost’ woman with a smile. “What Gram-Gram said.”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT ICHI! I’M STILL IN MY TWENTIES!” Stated the annoyed, blue ‘ghost’ trying to whack the brat. On an unrelated note, she died long after turning forty-three.
Toshinori averted his eyes. “Why are you wearing such a tight bikini Master!? Hell, why are you wearing a bikini period.”
“Let see... we’re a on sweet sandy beach. No one else, but Ichi is even able to see us. So I say no harm, no foul. Beside Toshinori, you've been spending a lot of time IN my daughter to feel nervous.” Crossing her arms, switching to a sternness look. Tipping the right index finger threateningly.
“Well... hmmm... what’s that dear? Need help? I better get going then.” The tall muscular ‘spirit’ gulped before running towards Inko, the woman watching over her sweet granddaughter. Only Ichirei was able to see these ‘ghosts’.
As soon as taller giant a good distance away, Shimura pointed at her great-grandson energetically. “Ichi, wanna learn how to skip rocks! There's a trick I know that’ll do ten in one go!”
“Sure Gram-Gram!” The tall blue ‘ghost’ woman Shimura, the only person Ichi truly respected. He still likes his Older brother Kota, sisters Eri and Inja, and of course his parents Mina and Izuku. However, they didn’t hold a candle compared to her.
“WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT CALLING ME GRAM-GRAM! I’M TWENTY REMEMBER!” Argued the lying ‘ghost.’
A boy with brown, spiky hair named Bakugou Gekko (Nine-years-old, Quirk: Fire-Balls) took a step back. He wore a Sacramento green shirt, the words "Deku Number One" plastered on in pearly white lettering, along with a pair of Deku swim trunks. “Inja, please tell me your dumbass brother isn’t talking to his imagery friends again.”
Midoriya Inja (Adopted, Confirmed age: Nine-years-old, Quirk: Living Slime) wore a long, loose, water-proof rain coat. Carrying a prized pink plastic hair-clip with a tiny red ladybug on it. A gift from her beloved big sister Eri. She awkwardly attempted to defend her preoccupied brother. Unfortunately the words got garbled up on arrival. “S-See... W-Who... I-Isn’t...” The girl's endless squirming didn’t help the matter whatsoever.
The frustrated fire shooter drew closer and knocked on the girl's poor liquid forehead. “Inja you moron, how many fucking time do I have to tell you? Think those shit stain words out first THEN speak. Seriously it not goddamn rocket science!” Furiously disclaiming in a grump attitude.
Inja shamefully bowed, apologized nervously. “S-Sorry, Gekko-chan.”
Gekko slapped his moaning face. “Stop wussing out Inja! I’m the one insulting you, shit brains. Get angry!” Groaning unbearably.
“Sorry.” Inja nervously replied again. Flame conductor yet again slapped his moaning face. Living slime then felt a minor tug from her right side.
The tug came from Gekko's blonde, fluff haired baby sister Straiyo (Two-years-old, Quirkless), holding a smooth shaped rock in the palm of her hands. Cheerfully asking with a smile, “Well?”
“Hmmm... it’s...?” the liquid shifter question cluelessly.
“You!" the younger girl continued. "Big brother Gekko said there a special luck rock here. This reminds me of you so it must be lucky. I want you to have it.” Straiyo said, her smile large and loving, unaware the grumpy sibling only said that to keep her busy.
“Thanks...” the slimy shifter pretended to be thankful and accepted the gift gracefully while being internally humiliated about being compared to a lousy messed-up rock. This did not help her already present self-esteem issues.
Kirishima Kochō (Nine-years-old, Quirk: Rubber), a girl with a blank face and seaweed green hair, walked barefoot in the heated sand. She wore a goofy long sleeved shirt of a cartoonish frog. Whenever the girl spoke she always tried adding ‘Ribbit’ in. “Mayayoshi, wanna go for a swim? Ribbit.”
The Italian Iida Mayayoshi (Adopted, Confirmed age: Nine-years-old, Quirks: Bat-Ear, Metallic Claw, Steel Jaw, Reverse Sight, etc) was a boy with curly black hair, which was maybe his only "normal" trait. A boy nickname by many as the so-called ‘Human Nomu.’ After being heavily experimented by a long since disbanded cult. Gained numerous quirks, experiments left him numb and permanently scared on the left side and right arm. Arguable the smartest in the group. Outfitted in a silk pale white, and nearly clean suit.
Before answering, pointed to his artificial skin covering the massive scar engulfing the left half of his face. Blankly stating, lacking all expression. “Can’t... ain’t totally lit.”
Rubber girl quickly apologized, constantly forgetting how fast the artificial skin dissolve in water. Forcible takes a bow offering a inscrutable task. Scared boy struggles comprehending emotions, so he had no intuition in seeing the need to apologizes. Still frog stretcher continued to apologizes.
Kinshu Yaoyorozu (Nine-years-old, Quirk: Flame Craft) was lost in thought, studying the horizon. Having a short sleeve slim brick red t-shirt, with an egyptian blue dragon breathing imperial purple flames. Multiple pocketed camping shorts. Writing in a small paper notebook label ‘Sea-Serpents’. Muttered the saddened results to himself. “Based on low sea levels, and limited range of food. I must sadly conclude the unlikely possibility a Sea-Serpent could persevere a long-term presence here.”
“Must you nerd everywhere we go? Ribbit.” Kochō asked in a tired manner.
Scared Italian fellowed blankly. “Agreed... it’s a total... bummer.”
Dragon lover embarrassingly crouches down. Following the route of hiding the paper notebook and red pen. Looked back to nervously address them. “S-Sorry, got caught up in dragon land again, huh? By the way won’t momma and mommy get mad when they find out that we’ve snuck out last night.” (Momma for Itsuka, and Mommy for Momo.)
Gekko place his heated arms behind his head. Walked carelessly towards the worried Kinshu. Putting real hate filled confidence in each word utter. “Relaxes dragon fucker, we wrecked the home to cover our tracks just like our Half-Face said, remember?”
Inja added her two cents in as well. Her kind spirited voiced felt encouraging no matter how shy tone. “M-Mayayoshi, also l-left a letter... l-letting them-m know w-we’re fine... hopefully they’ll it find soon.”
The group of naive children always follow the multi-quirk-user blindly. Mayayoshi I.Q. may be grand, but unfortunately he’s a complete idiot when dealing against emotions. So when he subjected covering their tracks by demolishing the home no one questioned him. Question of why cover their tracks when their going to leave a note behind telling exactly where they are going never hit them. More concerning young Italian barely speak Japanese, basically just copying Camie “unique language”.
Worst still poor scared genius, is unable to read or write. In fact he randomly scribble a bunches of sloppy lines together with a black pen. Most coupling together didn’t help one bit. Once Momo and Itsuka awaken to see the large destruction of property made them freak out. Especially since all the kids were missing. Top off with what they think a threating calling card from a new villain.
Naturally they assume an absolute nightmarish scenario. Children been kidnap by a new murderous villain. Getting nearly every pro-hero in the city searching in a violate rage. Not one of these naive fools had a single clue to massacre they started.
“Yeah, your right Inja-San. Mommy got brilliant mind, and momma a strong fighter. Guess my agitated got to me.” Kinshu reasonable doubt dim down.
“All f-forgiven K-Kinshu-son.” Inja calm said tilling to the left slightly.
Frog mimicker raised her right hand into the air. Doing a few small hops, whole kept a straight face. Kochō took her mother role as the emotional pillar. Young girl held a strong sense of loyalty. Always following behind regardless of danger. In fact she the only one knowing they’ll be in a truck load of trouble once their respective families find them. Exchange wise the group listens to the croaker no matter how absurd. “I’ve got an idea, we all wanna be pro-heroes, right? Ribbit.”
Group nodded in union, seeing no harm in it. Bunch of deceased One-For-All users forced Ichirei to participate. Shimura still fully determine to teach the quick twist technique.
“So how bout we create code names now? Ribbit. I mean picking a codename a requirement in the hero program, so why now?”
Mayayoshi proposed three ground rules to follow. To prevent any name changes later on, or make sure everyone serious. Took a little debating from Gekko to get approval. Since the damage Italian has a strenuous time commutating, darken aqua blue eyes relied the rule instead.
“First... E-Everyone, but M-Mayayoshi has to give a d-detail summary of their quirk. Like how it w-work, limitation, cost, cost... (Sorry...) strength, and weaknesses. S-Second, state a decent reason you p-picked that name. Unless y-your... name has the l-letter M. Hmmm... L-Lastly there needs to be at least th-three votes to official qualify.“
“Is it just me, or do these rule have a preferential nature?” Kinshu asked dumbfounded.
“Oh, now you see the fucking problem! I swear if Half-Face wasn’t scared I’d kick his ass by now.”
Loyal blanked face hopper gone first. “My Name Kirishima, Kochō, quirk a mutant type, named Rubber. Ribbit. My entire body is a stretchy substance of the same name. I wanna be called ‘the rainy day hero, Kyoto!’ Mainly cause years ago my mom tell me “The Two Frogs” folktale every night.”
“K-Kochō-san, K-Kyoto the name of a city.” Winter green color slime felted like she just insulted her, leaving a rotten taste.
“Yeah, and once I become a pro-hero, I wanna go travel to Kyoto and Osaka. Next explore other cities that have amazing stories. Hopefully be able to tell my mom, my very own story.”
“This is a complete fucking waste of time.” Angered inferno summoner got spiteful. Unwilling to reveal his true desire concerning the pro-hero course. Reasoning not on wealth or frame. In all honestly he’s too shy in confessing it’s a means to get Deku attention. A mere thumps-up be more than enough really.
“How bout Kaguya big brother!” The young child yelled boisterously, small infant index finger pointed squarely at the arrogant trash talker.
“BULLSHIT, KAGUYA A GIRL NAME!” Brown spike replied in a hostile manner. Charging the right fist immensely.
Black haired Italian gave a slow, tiring clap. “Sounds... lit...”
“Wanna pick another name? Ribbit.” Kochō remarked, stretching her lips out wide into a large playful smile.
“FUCK NO, B-“
“Kaguya it is! Ribbit.”
In a matter of seconds Gekko inherited a girly heroic name, much to his dismay. The next half hour dedicated to Yaoyorozu Kinshu, Midoriya Inja, and Iida Mayaoshi picking a fitting code name.
Inquisitive hearted Straiyo became only one that couldn’t choose. Figure it’d be better to wait till after her quirk develops. Preferring to have a more scrupulous titled. Unaware she had extra pinky toe joints. When as why she’d wanted to go pro, she’d responded. “I want to make the world happy like you guys!”
Invisible Inko and Toshinori looking on at the childish dreams. Sure the ex-symbol of peace grew worry some knowing what a hero life entail. However as the puffy marshmallow said, let the kids have a childhood. These are the precious moments in life. The moment that’ll define who we are later on. Who knows maybe they’ll be great heroes, like Deku.
All eyes fell on Ichirei who gone back to skipping rocks. Going up to five hops now. Hyper on doing better without using his heavy-hitting quirk. Took a good portion to get him involved again.
“Ichirei got a... smokin’ codename?”
“Br-Brother-son...”
“Haven’t an indication?”
“Say a word at least, ribbit.”
Gekko wonder off, sick of this crap. Mainly piss over the Kaguya detail. Same time secretly perfecting a full-scow battle cry. Wanting a chant Deku appreciate. A creatively plain battle chant.
Enchanter looked at the youngest member amongst them. Showing a monad expression, arms behind his head. “Straiyo?”
“Hmmm...” Blonde fluffy, innocent two year paused. Suddenly felt a lightbulb pop. “Mio, cause you look like a Mio! The Unbeatable Hero Mio! Mio, Mio, Mio!”
Shimura knew the name pissed her great-grandson off to no end. Had to pick a name so close to Midoriya. Plain face kid barely holding in an unbridled rage. Left eye twitching non-stop, fist forcefully staying open. Seventh One-For-All user reminded the heavy lifter to play along, kid two.
Reluctantly boy turned a around and mutter one word. “...fine...”