Chapter 1-5( MHA)

Chapter 1
On a hot summer day in the streets of Shinjuku, Japan, a young and handsome man was walking back from his office job. The bags under his eyes were a clear sign of his sleep deprivation.

This man was Travis Wyatt, a 20-year-old office worker. Unlike many of his peers, who were investing in their futures or pursuing higher education, Travis had opted for a straightforward office job.

Although work wasn't exactly a challenge for him, he found enjoyment in it, particularly because of the many attractive colleagues. His reputation was well-known, having had affairs with several of them, including his boss’s wife, showcasing his confidence and charisma.

Travis had moved from Britain to Japan due to his father's job transfer. The relocation had been relatively smooth, given his young age and lack of deep attachments to friends back home. Learning a new language posed no significant challenge for him either, thanks to his adaptable mind.

Despite achieving excellent grades throughout his schooling, Travis had no interest in further education. Instead, he was focused on earning money to indulge in his passion for anime. His spending habits included purchasing manga—though he often read them illegally—figurines, and various merchandise. His wardrobe was filled with hoodies adorned with anime characters, which he cherished deeply. From this, it was evident that Travis was a devoted weeb with no intention of changing his ways. He also was a big fan of the DC universe.

He had just finished all of Supermans comics and was ready to watch the new movie.

' Heard its peak, I somehow avoided major spoilers for this long. Today after I clock out I'll go see it' he thought.

When he reached the crosswalk, he crossed the street slowly with the other pedestrians, who seemed to be having a typical day. However, Travis noticed a young boy looking around anxiously. Due to his short stature, the boy couldn't see well in front of him.

'He'll be fine,' Travis thought dismissively as he continued across the road. The light turned red, signaling that no one could cross anymore.

The boy was still in the middle of the street, searching for his mother. Coincidentally, a truck was barreling toward him, the driver having passed out from too much drinking and leaving his foot on the gas pedal. Travis heard a woman’s scream.

"Hayato!!!"

He looked back and saw the same boy, frozen in fear in the middle of the street. Without hesitation, Travis sprinted toward the child and pushed him out of the way. In an instant, his world seemed to shift into slow motion as he faced the oncoming truck hurtling toward him.

' Damn, talk about a jinx'

*Bang*

.....

In the bustling city of Musutafu, Japan—a world where heroes and villains clash almost every single day—the extraordinary has become ordinary. But it wasn't always like this.

It all began in China, when news broke of a miraculous birth: a baby glowing with bioluminescence. That single event marked the dawn of a new era. Soon after, people all over the world began developing strange and powerful abilities—gifts that would later be known as Quirks.

Many years have passed since that first Quirk appeared. Now, nearly 80% of the global population possesses some form of superpower. In response to this dramatic shift, a new profession was born—Heroes. Trained, licensed, and adored by society, these individuals now stand as protectors of peace.

On a quiet afternoon at a local kindergarten playground, a young boy with unruly green curls sat alone on a swing, his gaze distant as he stared up at the sky. The gentle creak of the swing chains echoed softly around him. Then, all at once, his vacant eyes sharpened.

“Huh? Where... am I?” he muttered, blinking rapidly as he looked around in confusion. The sound of his own voice startled him, and instinctively, he grabbed his throat.

He raised his small hands—and froze.

“What the...?”

His hands were tiny. Childlike. His body—smaller than it should’ve been. Panic started to bubble up.

' Am I a kid again? No, wait... I wasn’t pale... ' he thought, stumbling off the swing and rushing toward the nearest reflective surface: the silver slide.

The moment he saw his reflection, his legs gave out.

'Why the hell did I become Deku, of all people? ' he thought bitterly, collapsing to his knees.

That’s right. Our main character, Travis, was no longer himself. Somehow, he had woken up in the body of Izuku Midoriya—the main protagonist of My Hero Academia, one of the most iconic anime of the new generation.

' I thought I’d end up as Superman or something, since that’s the last thing I watched. Guess that’s not how this works... ' he thought with a sigh, steadying himself as he stood up.

All around him, other kids played without a care in the world. Ignoring them, Travis scanned the playground and made his way toward the school building, searching for a bathroom. Just as he reached the door, a young teacher approached him with a gentle smile.

“Need some help, Izuku?” she asked, bending slightly to his level, hands on her knees.

“Oh no, I’ll be fine,” he replied politely. “Thank you.”

She smiled warmly as he walked past.

He seems more confident than usual, she thought, watching him disappear inside.

Travis locked the bathroom door behind him and stared into the mirror. For a brief moment, he wanted to cry—but he held it in.

' I just need to get One For All, and I’ll be solid. Unfortunately, I won’t get that until I’m fourteen. Bloody hell... and I also have to deal with that blonde monkey, Bakugo, ' he thought with a heavy sigh.

Then, without warning, a bright red and blue screen appeared before his eyes.

His heart leapt with excitement.


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[WELCOME, TRAVIS WYATT, TO THE WORLD OF MY HERO ACADEMIA]

In this world, your task is to become the greatest Superhero to ever exist.

To do so, you will need power. Which is why we will grant you the abilities of Superman. However, not all at once—such a thing would destroy your current body. You must work hard to gradually unlock his full potential. Remember: Superman is not just the Man of Steel—he is also a man with a heart of gold. By embodying heroic values, you will grow stronger.

To begin, complete the following objective to earn 1% of Superman’s power.

[LOADING ASSIGNMENT…]

' Thank God, ' Izuku thought. ' I really thought I’d be stuck struggling until I met All Might.'

After a few tense seconds, the screen refreshed.

[INITIAL ASSIGNMENT]

Duration: 1 Month

1. Exercise every day.
2. Outrun all your classmates.
3. Save a cat from a tree.
4. Do chores and treat others kindly—even your enemies

Complete all tasks consistently to receive 1% of Superman’s abilities.

' Not bad, really. I expected something insane like Saitama’s training regime. This is actually doable, ' Izuku thought with a small smile.

[You can summon this Assignment Board at any time with a single thought.
Complete your tasks early, and you may receive bonus rewards.
Good luck.]

The screen vanished.

He looked at himself in the mirror again, but this time, he was smiling. This was the beginning of something incredible—he could feel it in his bones. Power. Purpose. And maybe most importantly...

The women in this world, he thought with a sly grin.

' Mirko… wait for me, darling.' He thought


TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter 2
Izuku walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. He wanted to do everything on his list, and he wanted to do it soon. Not because he was impatient, but because the very thought of remaining weak gnawed at his chest like a parasite.

He looked around at the children playing in the hallway of the preschool, some laughing as they chased each other, others crying over spilled toys or unfair games. A smirk tugged at his lips.

' They don't got a clue in world what they're doing. ' he thought, shaking his head slowly, almost pityingly.

Walking back into the small classroom, Izuku returned to his low desk and pulled out a battered green notebook with the label Hero Analysis #3 on the cover. He flipped through a few pages, filled with obsessive sketches and notes about heroes, combat styles, and Quirks. His younger self had once poured hours into this, but now...

' As useful as this is, I won’t have any need for it right now. I just need to write everything I need to know about the future and how I can invest early on so I can be at least as wealthy as Momo. I’m not planning on surviving on grant money. ' he thought, reaching into his tiny backpack to pull out a pencil.

He began jotting down fragments of what he could still remember—emerging tech companies, early Quirk support gear manufacturers, and certain incidents that would become major turning points in hero society.

At that very moment, Izuku was just 4 years old. His limbs were small, his voice still squeaky when he spoke out loud, and yet his mind held memories far beyond this age. He hadn't had his Quirk evaluated yet. From what his memories told him, that would happen in about three months. Not that he was looking forward to it.

' Wait… am I going to become Kryptonian or just get Superman’s powers? ' he wondered, biting the back of his pencil.

Suddenly, a calm, unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind, smooth yet heavy like thunder wrapped in velvet:

[ You will become Kryptonian. No human can survive from gaining his powers. Which is why when you receive 1%, I would recommend you go somewhere far, so nobody can hear you scream in agony. ]

His eyes widened slightly. The classroom around him, once filled with the sound of scribbling crayons and cheerful hums, now seemed distant. The words sank into his chest like a cold stone into water.

' Damn. Then again, no pain, no gain… literally. ' he thought with a nervous chuckle, though goosebumps crawled up his arms.

He closed the notebook. It suddenly felt heavier in his hands.

The path ahead was going to hurt—bad. But for once in his life, he wasn't afraid. He was preparing for greatness. Even if it broke him first.

He continued scribbling in his notebook, each word etched with precision and urgency. Every major event he could recall from the next few years—USJ, Kamino, the Rise of the League, Nighteye’s death, the Public Safety shifts—was documented with grim clarity. He noted every agency that rose to prominence, every hero worth investing in, every piece of information that could give him a head start.

Stock trends, development companies tied to hero support tech, and even small-time firms that would boom after certain disasters—he was building a roadmap not just to survive, but to dominate.

After filling in the last bullet point, he closed the notebook with a small sigh of satisfaction, placing it neatly into his schoolbag. His mind, however, wandered elsewhere—specifically to the persona he’d need to maintain when he got home.

' Man she was bad. Sadly, I’m really into incest. Though Bakugo’s mom isn’t exactly safe from that either. ' he thought with a mischievous smirk stretching across his childlike face.

—
A few hours later…

School was out. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pavement. His mother, Inko Midoriya, stood waiting at the gate with her usual warm smile. They walked hand-in-hand through the neighborhood, her presence comforting and familiar.

"How was school today?" she asked, swinging their arms gently.

"It was nice. I had lots of fun with Kacchan and everyone else," he said with a convincing smile.

"You look happier than usual. Did something good happen? Wait—don’t tell me—did you finally get your Quirk?" she asked, eyes lighting up with hopeful curiosity.

' She really is a mother. How perceptive of her. ' Izuku thought, glancing at her with a fond, amused look.

"Umm, not really. I’d have told you if I did. I think I’m just a late bloomer. I’m sure it’ll start to develop in a few months," he replied, keeping his tone optimistic.

"Let’s hope so," Inko said, nodding. "Remember, your checkup is in three months. It’s been two months since your birthday, and there’s still no sign. That’s why I booked the date for December. Maybe you just need a little more time."

"Don’t worry, Mom. I’m sure I’ll get it before then. For now, I want to start exercising, so I’ll be stronger by the time my Quirk shows up," he said with bright eyes.

Inko smiled, visibly touched. "That’s a great idea! Maybe I should do the same. I think I’m starting to gain a little weight."

The two laughed as they turned the corner and reached their home. The sun was beginning to dip, casting a golden glow over the yard.

Inko went straight into the kitchen to start dinner, humming a tune as she chopped vegetables. Izuku, wasting no time, stepped into the backyard, still in his school uniform. He rolled up his sleeves and began working out. Or at least, he tried to.

Push-ups proved harder than expected.

' Freakin’ flimsy-ass arms. How the hell am I supposed to do anything when I can’t even manage a single push-up? I need to make weights somehow. ' he thought, collapsing onto the grass in frustration.

As he stared at the cloudless sky, an idea sparked.

' The beach… of course! That trash heap is filled with all kinds of junk. I could find scrap metal, tires, maybe even old gym equipment if I’m lucky. If not, I’ll make my own. '

He grinned to himself. Tomorrow after school, he’d go there.

With his goal set, Izuku stood up and ran back inside. He made a beeline for the bathroom, stepping into the warm water of the bathtub. As the steam began to rise, he looked down at his tiny, undeveloped body.

' I miss my old body… I had a hammer between my legs. ' he thought dryly, sighing as he leaned back.

A voice echoed inside his mind again—smooth, cryptic, and almost amused:

[ You can get it back… if you complete the assignment in two weeks. ]

Izuku blinked, then chuckled.

' I guess I know what I’m doing. ' he thought, determination flickering behind his eyes like a lit match ready to ignite.



TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter 3
The next day, Izuku woke up feeling unusually refreshed. Sunlight peeked through the curtains of his bedroom, casting a golden hue over the All Might poster above his bed. For the first time in a while, he didn’t feel groggy or half-asleep. His body still ached from yesterday’s attempt at working out, but it was a good kind of ache—the kind that meant he was doing something right.

He hopped out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and took a warm bath on his own. Afterward, he dried himself, brushed his teeth, and got dressed without a word. That’s when his door creaked open behind him.

Inko stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. Her son was not only awake before her, but was already dressed. His green shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of tiny jeans, and he was combing his damp hair in front of the mirror.

"Huh? You woke up earlier than me… You also bathed yourself and got dressed?" she asked slowly, narrowing her eyes. "Did someone swap you? Or wait—are you a clone?"

Izuku turned to her with a soft smile. "No. I just didn’t want to burden you anymore."

That answer, paired with the honest look in his eyes, melted her doubt instantly. Her hand came up to her chest as her expression softened.

"Aww, baby… But I don’t want you growing up that fast. At least save our bath time tradition," she said with a teasing pout.

"Ok, Mom," he replied, not wanting to break her heart just yet. He turned back to the mirror and studied himself.

His mop of green hair was still unruly, and his outfit was plain—but clean.

' I have no drip… but I at least look fashionable. Sure I’m a kid, but that’s not an excuse to wear a trash fit. ' he thought, straightening his shirt one more time.

As he made his way downstairs, he was caught off guard by a sudden flash.

Inko had her phone out, camera pointed at him, a wide smile on her face.

"I’ll save this one for when you’re all grown up," she said sweetly before walking toward the kitchen.

Izuku blinked, then snorted.

' Bitcoin’s already been created, it seems. From the looks of things, everything in this world besides the Quirk system is the same as mine… Meaning I should invest. '

He sat down to eat the breakfast his mom had prepared—steamed rice, grilled fish, and a single egg, just how he liked it.

Unfortunately, there was one small issue with his brilliant financial plan.

' I’m broke. I don’t even have a bank account! Being a kid sucks balls. ' he grumbled internally, stuffing his mouth with rice.

After eating, he put on his little shoes, waved goodbye, and told his mom he’d be coming home alone. As he walked the familiar streets of Musutafu, backpack bouncing on his shoulders, he continued strategizing.

' Bitcoin doesn’t really boom until 2013… That gives me about three years. I’ll be seven by then. Maybe Inko could open a kids’ savings account for me. Yeah… That could work. She’s super trusting. If I make it seem like it’s for a future education fund or something, she’ll probably help. '

The plan wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

Halfway to school, he spotted a familiar figure up ahead. Bakugo Katsuki—Kacchan—was strutting toward him, hands jammed into his pockets and flanked by his two usual lackeys. All three of them wore smug expressions.

"Well, if it isn’t Deku. Where were you yesterday when we were exploring the creek?" Bakugo asked, lips curling into a cocky smile.

Izuku didn’t even slow down. He walked past them without a second glance. "I went home like everyone else."

The two goons froze in place.

"Did he just ignore us?"

"Yeah… I can’t believe it."

"Kacchan’s gonna be mad."

Bakugo stared at Izuku’s small back as he walked further away, his jaw clenched tightly. The air around him practically crackled.

'Deku…' he thought, his red eyes narrowing.

....

Izuku arrived in class just as the morning bell rang. The classroom buzzed with childish chatter and squeaky laughter as kids ran to their seats. But unlike the Izuku of yesterday—or the Izuku they all thought they knew—he didn’t join in on the noise.

He simply walked to his desk, pulled out a pencil, and sat in silence.

There were no desperate attempts to please the teacher, no awkward stuttering when someone asked him about Quirks, and certainly no goofy smiles aimed at Bakugo. He just… existed. Calm. Detached.

'I mean… I’m a freakin' adult in a kid’s body. Why the hell would I want to entertain anyone in this daycare circus?' he thought, glancing lazily around at the other four-year-olds flinging crayons and drooling over glitter glue.

'Snot-nosed brats.'

The teacher noticed his quiet demeanor but said nothing, simply raising an eyebrow. Izuku met her gaze with a casual, emotionless stare. She looked away first.

—
Later, during break…

Most of the kids had rushed outside, yelling as they scattered across the playground. Izuku, however, had crawled into the shadowy space beneath the jungle gym, resting with his knees tucked and his back against one of the metal bars. The dim shelter gave him time to think—and more importantly—plot.

' I’m a kid, so I need to be sneaky about this afternoon’s excursion. Don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention. Can’t have some random grown-up tailing me and asking why I’m lugging a rusty tire down the street. ' he thought.

He began organizing a mental list—when to slip out, what routes to take, what to bring. He could feel the excitement building in his chest. He was actually looking forward to this.

Suddenly, a pair of feet landed heavily in front of him. He looked up—and of course, it was him.

Bakugo crouched at the entrance of the jungle gym, his usual explosive energy wrapped in a scowl and a smirk.

"Deku," he said through gritted teeth, his voice laced with irritation.

Izuku raised a brow, unimpressed. "What’s up?"

"You really have the nerve to ignore me of all people?" Bakugo sneered, stepping closer.

'Here we go…' Izuku thought, already bored. "Oh yeah, I was in a hurry, bro. No big deal."

Bakugo’s eyes twitched. He’d expected fear. Flinching. Backtracking. But Izuku was sitting there like he didn’t give a damn. Which, to be fair, he didn’t.

' If it weren’t for my assignment, I would’ve beat the brakes off this twerp already. ' he thought, keeping his tone casual.

Bakugo huffed, clicking his tongue. Then suddenly, his mood switched.

"Well, don’t do it again. Now let’s go play tag. You’re it!" he declared, jabbing a finger at Izuku’s chest.

Izuku didn’t move. "Nah. I’m just gonna chill here. Not feeling like playing today."

Bakugo stared at him like he’d grown another head. "Why? You’re always happy to be It."

"Just don’t feel like it, bro. Let me sit back," Izuku replied, folding his hands behind his head and reclining like he owned the place.

For a moment, Bakugo didn’t speak. He looked down at him—at the weirdly confident way he lay there, like a cool older brother lounging on a rooftop. It bugged him. But he couldn’t deny it.

Izuku… looked cool.

"Tch," Bakugo grunted, turning on his heel and walking away without another word.

Izuku kept watching the clouds through the metal bars above him.

'This assignment better be worth it,' he thought.

Somewhere nearby, Katsuki stopped and glanced back briefly.

'What’s up with him? Why… why does he look cool?' he thought, confused and just a little irritated by the shift.

TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter 4
After school, Izuku wasted no time. The moment the bell rang, he bolted out the classroom, offering a half-hearted wave to the teacher and ignoring the curious looks from his classmates. His small legs moved with purpose as he sped down the familiar route that curved toward Musutafu’s forgotten corner—the trash beach.

A few minutes later, he stood at its edge. The sea breeze carried the stench of rust and decay, and the waves lazily lapped against piles of discarded metal, plastic barrels, shattered appliances, and rotten furniture. It was a graveyard of civilization’s leftovers… and to Izuku, it was perfect.

He stepped forward, scanning the mess with sharp, calculating eyes.

' Alright… I don’t think I can bring anything back home. Except maybe dumbbells and a hand grip, if I’m lucky. I’ll have to train here in secret. ' he thought.

Izuku weaved through the trash, lifting bent pipes and kicking aside torn tarps. For the first few minutes, it was disappointing—empty water bottles, broken chair legs, rusted pans—but then… he found gold.

First, an intact pull-up bar welded into a fallen support beam. Then, an old stationary bike, only slightly bent on one side. Not far from it, he unearthed a crate with three adjustable dumbbells, some weight plates still attached. Nearby lay a dusty sit-up bench, its cushion half-torn but usable. It was as if fate had dropped an entire home gym into the sand, just waiting for someone to claim it.

' Jackpot. Guess this place’ll be my gym now. ' he thought, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

With newfound energy, he began building.

He propped up old broken refrigerators to act as walls, stacking them in a square shape to block out the wind and give him privacy. He dragged a rusted, detached door over and leaned it at the front like a makeshift entrance. It took sweat, time, and all the strength his small frame could muster, but eventually, he stood back and stared at his creation with pride.

His secret gym.

' Yep… I’ll be ripped before I know it. ' he thought confidently, wiping dirt off his cheek with the back of his sleeve.

Satisfied, he dusted himself off and jogged home just before sunset. Once there, he got changed, told his mom he was going out to play, and grabbed a water bottle before heading right back.

And then, the real grind began.

Under the fading light of the setting sun, Izuku began his workout drill. Pull-ups first—but he could barely manage two. Then squats, push-ups, sit-ups, even an attempt at running laps around his makeshift walls. His body screamed at him. His arms burned. His legs trembled with each rep. Sweat drenched his shirt, and his breathing grew ragged.

But he didn’t stop.

Not once.

Hours passed until, at last, he collapsed onto the sand-covered ground, gasping for air. The cold wind hit his face, cooling his skin, and all he could do was lay there—utterly exhausted, but smiling.

' Yah… this is the beginning. ' he thought, eyes half-lidded as he stared at the orange sky overhead.

The road ahead was long. His body was weak. But he had knowledge, motivation, and now… a training ground.

And that was more than enough.


...

After that brutal workout, Travis dragged his aching body home, his shirt soaked through and clinging to his skin, each step heavier than the last. His muscles throbbed, his breath burned, and it felt like gravity itself had doubled just for him.

When he finally slipped through the front door, he was quiet as a shadow. The house was dim and quiet, only the distant hum of a TV murmuring in the background. He crept through the hallway, careful not to alert anyone, and made it into the bathroom.

The second his body hit the steaming bathwater, he felt like he’d been reborn. The tension in his shoulders melted. The pain in his calves dulled. Even his thoughts slowed, lost in the haze of heat and exhaustion.

A breathy laugh escaped him, soft and bitter.

‘No way I’m moving tomorrow,’ he thought, slumping back into the tub, the world outside slipping away.

Then the door opened with a quiet creak.

He barely turned his head before she stepped in.

Inko

She stood in the doorway like she owned the room—towel draped casually over one arm, her other hand resting on her hip. The light from the hallway spilled over her, outlining every curve. Her hair was tied back, loose strands framing her sharp cheekbones and teasing her collarbone. But it was her eyes—smoky, amused, a little dangerous—that truly caught him.

‘What the hell?’ he blinked, caught off guard.

"You promised we'd save bath time together," she said, her voice velvet-smooth with a teasing pout.

Travis chuckled weakly. “Sorry, kinda forgot,” he admitted, eyes trailing down her frame without meaning to.

Inko smiled—but not the innocent kind. It was slow, knowing. “No matter,” she said. “Move up.”

And just like that, she let the towel fall.

Her body wasn’t the kind worshipped in magazines—but it was the kind that left men speechless. Full, soft curves that invited touch. A natural, womanly thickness that exuded warmth and maturity. Her hips flared with effortless confidence, thighs plush and smooth, and her chest—round, heavy, and real—made the steam in the room feel even thicker.

She stepped into the tub gracefully, water rising around her as she lowered herself behind him. Without a word, she pulled Travis back until his head rested against her chest. Her breasts, warm and pillowy, molded around him, cradling him like silk cushions.

His breath caught for a second—more from the heat of her skin than the bathwater.

As her arms lightly wrapped around his chest, Travis closed his eyes and let out a satisfied groan, his head gently bouncing with each breath she took.

‘Yep... this is the life,’ he thought, his lips curling into a lazy smile.

...

The next day, Izuku made his way to school as usual, his backpack bouncing lightly against his back. The morning sun bathed the streets of Musutafu in gold, but his focus was already ahead—on progress, on training, on the list of objectives that would shape his future.

And once again, just like the day before, he saw them.

Up ahead, huddled around a large tree, was Bakugo and his gang. The three of them were snickering, faces twisted with amusement as they hurled stones upward at something trapped in the branches.

Izuku squinted. A soft, terrified mew echoed through the air.

Up in the tree, clinging for dear life to a narrow branch, was a small orange kitten—its fur bristled, tail puffed out, and eyes wide with fear.

' What are these retards doing? ' Izuku wondered, already feeling his blood simmer.

Bakugo laughed loudly as one of the rocks narrowly missed the kitten. His two lackeys chimed in, enjoying the chaos like it was some playground sport.

' This is my chance. ' Izuku thought as he stepped forward, his expression calm but sharp.

"Not cool, guys," he said, voice flat and disappointed, standing just a few steps behind them.

They turned toward him, their amusement fading into mild surprise. Bakugo narrowed his eyes.

Izuku didn’t stop to explain. He walked straight past them, placed his bag down, and began climbing the tree without hesitation.

His small hands gripped the rough bark, and despite his weak body, he moved quickly. Within seconds, he reached the kitten, gently grabbing it by the scruff as it whimpered softly. Then, without fear, he leapt down—landing clumsily, but keeping the kitten safe in his arms.

He looked up at Katsuki, eyes calm but filled with quiet disappointment.

"I thought you wanted to be a Hero, Kacchan," Izuku said, shaking his head slightly. The way he said it—not angry, not accusing, just sad—hit harder than any insult.

Then he turned and walked away, cradling the kitten like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Katsuki stood frozen.

His fists clenched at his sides, but not from anger.

' Wait… why do I feel bad? ' he thought, confused by the unfamiliar tightness in his chest.

He looked up again.

Izuku had knelt down by a nearby bush, where the kitten’s mother—a larger calico—was waiting nervously. He placed the kitten down gently, and the two cats nuzzled each other with relieved purrs. A soft smile spread across Izuku’s face.

Katsuki stared.

That smile… of doing something good for others, it lit something inside him.


[A/N: NOT THAT KIND OF FLAME!! MAN I HATE "THAT" SIDE OF THE MHA FANDOM]


Izuku stood tall, watching the cats for a moment longer before turning around. In his mind, a notification chimed, unseen by all but him. One of the invisible tasks on his mental checklist had just completed.

' Get in!! ' he thought triumphantly, his heart beating faster.

This wasn’t just about strength. It was about character.

TO BE CONTINUED


Chapter 5

For one straight week, Izuku worked out with relentless focus, pushing his small body to its limits. Every muscle ache, every cramp, and every drop of sweat reminded him of what was at stake. Day by day, his movements became more refined, his endurance grew stronger, and his posture more confident. At school, his classmates noticed the change—especially during physical education, where he easily outran all of them in a footrace.

He had also become more helpful around the house, surprising Inko with how mature and dependable he had suddenly become. Whether it was taking out the trash without being told or sweeping the house, Izuku did it all without complaint.

Now, it was Saturday morning. The sun peeked in through the bedroom window, casting light onto the wall opposite his bed. Izuku sat up, shirtless and a little sore, his eyes locking onto the board hanging above his desk. There it was—his Assignment Board—every box ticked, every task scratched off with fierce determination.

' Wow, finished in less than three weeks. Pretty good results,' he thought proudly, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow.

Suddenly, a soft mechanical ding echoed in his head, followed by a notification that shimmered in front of his eyes like a digital hologram.

[ ASSIGNMENT COMPLETE ]
[ HERE ARE YOUR REWARDS ]

● You will become Kryptonian and receive 1% of his powers.
● Your body will begin the Kryptonian Conversion Process.
● Your cells will gradually adapt to Earth's yellow sun, increasing power over time.
● Your pain threshold and durability will also evolve, allowing you to handle future upgrades.
● WARNING: The transformation process will be painful. Initiate at your own risk.

Izuku's eyes widened as he sat frozen in place. A strange warmth was already building up inside his chest, like fire flickering behind his ribs.

' So this is it… it's really happening,' he thought, placing a hand over his heart.

[ DO YOU WISH TO BEGIN THE TRANSFORMATION PROCESS NOW? ]
[ YES / NO ]

Izuku took a deep breath. ' I've trained, I've prepared, and I've earned this. Let's go.'

He mentally selected YES.

The moment he did, an intense burning sensation surged through his entire body. It felt as though lightning had struck every cell at once. He clenched his teeth and fell to the ground, trembling.

' Aghh! S-Shit—! This hurts like hell!' he screamed internally.

His skin felt like it was being peeled from the inside, his bones creaked like they were being reforged. It was agony beyond words—but even through the pain, he smiled.

' No pain, no gain… This… this is what it takes to be strong.'

And so began Izuku’s Kryptonian rebirth.

....

Three excruciating hours later, the pain disappeared.

Like it had never been there at all.

Izuku lay on the floor, panting, blinking at the ceiling. Slowly, he sat up, glancing down at his trembling hands. He stood, stretched, and looked around. His body felt… lighter. Stronger. But on the outside, he looked the same.

“Weird,” he thought.

[NOTE: Superman's powers unlock and grow stronger over time. As you mature, you'll begin to notice more changes. Be patient.]

That made him sigh.

“So, how do I grow stronger then? I mean, I only got one percent… how do I raise it?"

[You’ll need to complete many missions before reaching 50%. But by then, you may not even need more power. Reaching 100% means you’ll be completely unshackled—on par with a fully matured Superman.]

“Wait, WHAT!? I thought you already gave me 1% of his power!"

[Correct—but it’s 1% of an 18-year-old Superman. Not full potential. If we gave you too much power now, where's the fun in the journey?]

“Tch, I guess you’re right. As long as I get to fly and shoot lasers eventually, I’m not complaining.”

He stood up and stretched, cracking his neck. His muscles felt springier, more responsive—like his body was humming with a subtle kind of energy.

[Oh, by the way—important update: You and Inko are no longer related.]

“...WHAT!?” he screamed.

.....

Three Months Later…

Izuku and Inko visited the Quirk Registration Center. Surprisingly, the doctor confirmed he had developed a quirk—but they couldn’t determine what it was. There were no physical signs, no indicators of what it could be.

They politely asked him to return once he discovered more.

“Yeah… not happening,” Izuku thought as they walked out.

Later that day, he stood outside his house, the midday sun shining down on him. As the rays hit his skin, he suddenly felt something awaken within him.

A warm, powerful pulse surged through his chest, spreading outward. His lips curled into a grin. ' That always feels good. I should go to the beach.'

But just as Izuku was about to cross the road, an Assignment Board flickered into existence right in front of his face, glowing faintly with a golden hue. The sudden appearance made him flinch and step back in surprise, nearly bumping into a passerby.

“What the hell—!?” he muttered, blinking rapidly.

The board shimmered as glowing text appeared in front of him:


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[ASSIGNMENT]

● Objective: Save the little girl from being hit by a car

Rewards:

+1% Power Increase

Hand-to-Hand Combat (Beginner Proficiency)

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Izuku's eyes widened as he instinctively turned his head. In the distance—barely twenty meters away—a small girl had broken away from her mother, chasing a bouncing ball into the road. A car was speeding down the lane, the driver unaware, the child oblivious. Her mother’s scream pierced the air, full of raw panic.

'That’s… actually useful, unlike the bonus reward you gave me before ' Izuku thought quickly, remembering what he received months ago.

[BONUS REWARDS: Complete 2 weeks]

Stylish Glasses

+5 Extra Inches (Dih)

Custom Superman Suit

'Besides the second and maybe the first one, the last one is kinda useless—it’s too big for me to wear,' he thought dryly.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. His ears caught the squeal of tires and the girl’s scream growing louder. Without thinking, he pulled up his hoodie and muttered under his breath:

“It’s Hero Time…”

He paused.

'Fuck, that’s cringe,' he thought, cringing at himself as he crouched low.


TO BE CONTINUED