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The day Izuku found out he had a superpower, was the day Izuku wanted to curse the world.
He couldn't. Which was very upsetting. It turned out, his power was only related to his ageing.
Of course, there were other people with superpowers. And a war, that ended in death and misery, and the beginning of, what they called, The Hero Commission.
People with fantastic abilities, all coming together to save the world from crime.
He wanted to join. He wanted to be a hero, the ones he'd seen in his comic.
He wouldn't become a hero till 500 years later.
Pro hero: Toddler
The oldest person alive.
And someone who still looked 4 years old.
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The green haired child sighs as he waddles into the room, finding his usual seat beside Nezu. “Has anything happened while I’ve been gone?”
“No.” Nezu drums his paws against the arm of his own chair. “None of these students seem particularly interesting.”
“I see a few.” He smirks into his mug. “This will be a fun year.”
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“Good morning.” Izuku climbs up onto the side, setting up the coffee machine. “Is everyone excited?”
“...if you’re excited, I’m terrified, sensei.” Aizawa mutters, looking over his lesson plans.
Hizashi nods.
“Oh, don’t be like that. Nothing special should happen. I just want to see what that Bakugou child can do.”
“..you already have a target?”
“No, I haven’t decided on that quite yet. You remember Inko?”
“Yeah?”
“She has a friend. And that friend has a child. Bakugou Katsuki is said child. I just want to be sure she’s making suitable friends. If that child hasn’t been properly raised, then…Well, you know what’ll happen.”
“Unfortunately, I do.” Aizawa stands up. “Want an escort to class?”
“No. I’ll be taking the vents this year.”
“...don’t do the creepy giggle again, please. Some people still think this place is haunted.”
“I make no promises.”
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“Whens the teacher getting here?” “this is boring.”
The vent opens from the ceiling, and Izuku jumps down, landing on his chair. “Morning! I’m your teacher, Midoriya. Or, pro hero Toddler.”
“..is this a joke?”
“Oh no, it’s very serious.” Izuku scribbles his name on the board, still standing on his chair. “I may look 4, but I’m 513 years old. Unfortunately, I still can’t write properly.”
“...what?”
“Immortality quirk. I’m the oldest living person. However, I got it when I was four. I teach history and assist in heroics. I lived through the quirk war, so don’t worry about accuracy.”
“When you say immortality, you don’t just mean unaging then, right?”
“Nope! I’ve been shot, stabbed, burned alive, burried, poisened. It’s excruciating pain every time, especially for this tiny body, but I’m still alive.” He smiles. “Now, let’s go around and introduce ourselves!”