Chapter 1
Izuku Midoriya sat on the worn stone steps by the lake, his eyes fixed on the shimmering sunlight dancing on the water's surface. It was a picturesque scene, one that usually brought him solace, but today his heart was heavy. His mind was clouded with sadness, weighed down by the harsh words of his childhood friend.
Today, Kaachan had told him to jump from the terrace. Just like that. A casual, cruel remark that cut deeper than any wound. The reason? Because he was quirkless. In a world where nearly everyone had a special ability, a "quirk," Izuku was part of the small minority who were born without one.
Kaachan, with his explosive personality and powerful quirk, had always looked down on Izuku. To him, Izuku's dream of becoming a hero was laughable. "You can't be a hero, Deku!" he'd sneered, using the nickname that had started as a taunt but had since become a part of Izuku's identity.
Izuku wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He knew he should be heading home. His mother was probably worried sick. But as he stood up to leave, something caught his eye near the edge of the lake. It glinted in the fading sunlight, a tiny spark of light against the darkening water.
He frowned, curiosity piqued. Should he check it out? With a sigh, he shrugged off his backpack and left it on the steps. He carefully made his way down to the water's edge, each step echoing softly in the quiet evening. Kneeling down, he reached into the shallow water and pulled out a delicate bracelet.
It was beautiful, a thin golden chain adorned with a small, diamond-shaped amethyst that caught the light in a dazzling display of purples and blues. "Who does this belong to?" he wondered aloud. "Looks expensive."
Glancing at his wristwatch, he saw it was 5:00 p.m. The police station wasn't far from here. Maybe he should take it there. He pocketed the bracelet and climbed back up the steps, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before heading towards the nearest police box.
As he walked, the world around him began to change. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the path. The air was filled with the sounds of cicadas, their incessant buzzing a constant background noise. The sky turned a gradient of orange and pink, the beauty of the setting sun contrasting starkly with Izuku's somber mood.
When he reached the small police box, he hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. A few seconds later, a sleepy-looking officer appeared at the window. He rubbed his eyes, squinting at Izuku.
"Yeah? What do you want?" the officer asked, his voice gruff with sleep.
Izuku shifted nervously from foot to foot. "Uh, hi. I found something by the lake and thought I should bring it here. It's a bracelet, and it looks pretty valuable. Maybe you can find the owner?"
The officer raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. "A bracelet, huh? Alright, let's see it."
Izuku reached into his pocket, expecting to feel the cool metal against his fingertips. But his hand came up empty. Panic surged through him. He checked his other pockets, his face growing hotter with each second. Nothing. He even took off his backpack, rummaging through it frantically. But the bracelet was nowhere to be found.
The officer's annoyance was palpable. "Look, kid, I don't have time for jokes. If you don't have the bracelet, then don't waste my time."
"No, I swear I had it! It was right here!" Izuku's voice was tinged with desperation. He could feel the officer's patience wearing thin.
The officer sighed heavily. "Go home, kid. And don't come back unless you actually have something to report."
Before Izuku could protest further, the officer shut the door, leaving him standing there in the dimming light. Feeling defeated, Izuku slung his backpack over his shoulder once more and trudged home, the weight of Kaachan's words and the missing bracelet pressing heavily on his mind.
Izuku retraced his steps, eyes scanning the path intently for any sign of the lost bracelet. The air was cooler now, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the walkway. The sounds of the evening crept in: the distant hum of traffic, the chirping of crickets, and the soft splashing of water as he passed the lake. He squinted at the ground, hoping to catch a glimmer of gold or the sparkle of the amethyst in the fading light.
His mind was still reeling from the interaction at the police box. The officer's dismissive attitude stung, adding another layer to the already heavy burden of Kaachan's cruel words. Izuku sighed, kicking a small pebble into the water. It was getting late, and he knew he should head back. Maybe the bracelet's owner would find it, or maybe it was lost forever. Either way, there was nothing more he could do tonight.
When Izuku finally arrived home, his mother was waiting by the door, her face lined with worry. "Izuku, where have you been?"
"I was just at the lake, Mom. Needed some time to think," Izuku replied, trying to sound casual.
Inko Midoriya's expression softened slightly, though concern still etched her features. "You know I worry when you're out so late. Well I'm glad you're home safe. Go take a shower, you look exhausted."
Izuku nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Sure thing, Mom."
He made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and hanging them over the edge of the bathtub. The bathroom was warm, the steam from the hot water filling the room with a comforting haze. He let the water run, filling the tub, and then sank into it, letting the warmth envelop him. Closing his eyes, he allowed the tension in his muscles to melt away, the weight of the day's troubles momentarily forgotten. Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.
In the quiet of the bathroom, a faint purple light began to glow from his discarded clothes. Slowly, something golden and purple slipped from the fabric and fell into the water. The bathtub was suddenly filled with a brilliant violet hue, sparkling with golden particles that danced and shimmered like stars. The light pulsed gently, illuminating the entire bathroom in a magical glow. After a few moments, the light faded, and the water returned to its normal clear state, as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
A few minutes later, Inko slid the bathroom door open, her voice breaking the tranquil silence. "Izuku, dinner is ready."
Izuku jolted awake, blinking in confusion. "Oh, right. Thanks, Mom," he said, standing up and quickly drying off. He dressed in clean clothes and made his way to the dining room.
As they sat down to eat, his mother asked about his day. "How was your day, Izuku? Is everything alright? You know you can talk to me about anything."
Izuku forced a smile, carefully avoiding the topic of Kaachan and the bullying. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just a normal day."
Inko nodded, though her eyes remained watchful. "Alright. Make sure you eat everything, including the peach. It's good for you."
"You know I don't like peach—"
Suddenly, Izuku was enveloped in a blinding white light. He gasped, and his mother's shout of surprise echoed through the room. "Mom…!"
"Izuku?!"
The light grew brighter and began to swirl around him.
Then, the light died down.
"Izuku, are you o— ehhhh! Who…Izuku?!"
Izuku looked at his mother with confused eyes. "Mom, what just happene—" he froze. "My voice… don't tell me…" he bolted from the dining room and made his way to his mother's room where there was a full body length mirror. He looked at it and gasped.
His appearance….
His clothes were replaced by a frilly dress in shades of purple, adorned with golden lines that shimmered in the light. A matching headband with a bunny shaped toy appeared in his hair, and long socks with elegant red shoes completed the look. His hair was long, all the way to his back— a bright, vibrant purple, and his eyes were a dazzling amethyst with a beautiful kaleidoscopic pattern of triangles.
Izuku stared at his reflection in the bedroom mirror, his hand trembling as he touched his now softer face. It was rounder, with a hint of baby fat that hadn't been there before. His freckles, however, remained, scattered like tiny stars across his cheeks. "Wh... what just happened to me?" he whispered, his voice startling him. It was high-pitched, like a girl's. He blinked, leaning closer to the mirror. He was shorter, more petite, with delicate features. He looked like... a girl. Then it hit him—did he have a quirk?
His eyes widened with realization, his heart pounding in his chest. "I have a quirk?!" he mumbled incoherently, a giddy smile spreading across his face. "I have a quirk! I can be a hero now!" He could barely contain his excitement, his thoughts racing. This was his chance, his dream come true. All these years of being told he was useless, of being bullied and belittled—it didn't matter anymore. He had a quirk. He could be a hero!
Meanwhile, Inko stood at the bedroom doorway, her concern deepening as she took in Izuku's appearance. His attire was unmistakably feminine. The hem of the dress reached just below his knees, adorned with a delicate floral pattern interwoven with golden lines. The fabric shimmered in the bathroom light, a beautiful, deep purple. His hair, now a vibrant purple, flowed past his shoulders, too long for a boy. The knee-high socks and the red shoes completed the ensemble, making him look like a character out of a fairy tale.
Inko's heart beated faster. Had Izuku finally awakened a quirk? It seemed so. But…a dress-changing quirk? Why something so…useless? After all this time, why did it have to be a quirk that seemed to have no practical application for a hero? She knew how much becoming a hero meant to him. He seems ecstatic now, but when he realizes that this quirk might not help him achieve his dream, it would break his heart.
Izuku was giggling, mumbling and squealing.
"Izuku, dear," she finally called, her voice gentle yet firm.
Izuku turned to her, his eyes shimmering with tears. "Mom! I finally have a quirk!" he exclaimed, his voice sounding oddly feminine. He rushed towards her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "I have a quirk!" he repeated, his voice muffled against her shoulder.
Inko froze for a moment, feeling something soft press against her. She pulled back slightly, her eyes widening. Izuku's facial structure was indeed softer, his eyes larger and more expressive. His lashes were longer, framing his beautiful pupils.
"Mom?" Izuku's voice was tinged with uncertainty.
Inko extended her hand, inhaling sharply before placing it on his chest. "Mom?!"
Soft. Too soft. TWO soft. Inko's mind raced. This confirmed her suspicion. "Izuku, dear," she began carefully, "I think you are…a girl…"
"What?!" Izuku deadpanned, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. "You're joking, right?"
"Well," Inko faked a cough, trying to gather her thoughts. "I'm not completely sure but…" She grabbed Izuku's shoulders gently, looking him in the eyes. "I think there's one way to find out."
"What do…oh, no." Izuku's face flushed with embarrassment.
"Come on now, I am your mother, no need to be shy."
"I am not stripping my clothes, Mom!"
"Yes, you are."
Inko sighed, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She knew it was necessary, but it didn't make it any easier. "Izuku, this will only take a moment," she said softly, trying to keep her voice calm.
Izuku gulped, his face burning with embarrassment. "Mom, please, can't we just—"
But Inko was already moving. She gently pulled up the skirt, the delicate fabric rustling softly. Bending down on her knees, she tugged down the underwear. Izuku stood there, trembling, his face a deep shade of red, his eyes squeezed shut.
And there it was. Or rather, there it wasn't. Where Izuku Junior should have been, there was Ms. Izuku instead. Inko's breath hitched, and she sat back on her heels, her mind racing.
"Izuku," she began, her voice gentle yet firm. "There's no easy way to say this, but it seems like... you've turned into a girl."
Izuku's eyes flew open, wide with disbelief. "What? No, that can't be true!" He shook his head vigorously, but there was a note of desperation in his voice.
"Sweetie, I know it's a lot to take in, but—"
"No!" Izuku cried, her voice cracking. She reached down, his hand trembling, and hesitantly touched where Izuku Junior should have been. The truth hit her like a freight train. Her hand dropped, and he began to sob, tears streaming down her face.
Inko gathered him into her arms, holding her tightly. "It's going to be okay, Izuku," she murmured, rocking her gently. "We'll figure this out."
Izuku buried her face in her shoulder, her body shaking with sobs. "Why, Mom? Why did this happen to me?" she choked out between sobs.
"I don't know, sweetheart," Inko whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. "But we'll find out. And no matter what, I'm here for you. Always."
They stayed like that for a long time, Inko holding her child as the weight of this new reality settled in.
Inko took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Alright, Izuku. Let's get back to dinner."
"I don't want to eat dinner, mom."
"Yes you are. And you better eat those peaches," she said, attempting to sound cheerful.
Izuku sniffled, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "Mom, I really don't want to eat the peach," she mumbled.
Just as she spoke, a bright light enveloped Izuku, filling the room with a dazzling glow. Inko shielded her eyes, squinting through the brilliance. Within seconds, the light faded, and there stood Izuku, back in his regular clothes.
"I'm a boy again!" he exclaimed, looking down at himself in astonishment.
Inko's eyes widened in surprise "So it wasn't permanent... and the word 'peach' is the activation catchphrase," she mused aloud.
Izuku blinked, still trying to process everything. "Wait, you mean if I say the word, I turn into a girl? And if I say it again, I turn back?"
Inko nodded, her smile growing. "It seems that way. We'll have to test it to be sure, but it looks like your quirk is activated by the word 'peach.'"
Izuku felt a mix of relief and confusion. "Well, that's... something. At least I can change back and forth."
Inko placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "We'll figure this out together, Izuku, okay?"
Izuku nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Okay, Mom." He sat back down at the table, feeling a strange sense of hope. This quirk might be unusual, but perhaps, he could still find a way to be a hero.
After finishing their dinner, Izuku and his mother settled into the drawing room, where the cozy ambiance was a stark contrast to the tumultuous events of the day. The evening air was serene, carrying the faint hum of the city outside. A soft breeze rustled the curtains, and the distant sounds of traffic and occasional laughter from passersby drifted in through the open window. Inko's face was a mixture of concern and curiosity as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself for the conversation ahead. She turned to her son, her eyes filled with both worry and hope.
"Izuku, dear," she said gently, her voice trembling slightly, "I want you to say the word... peach."
Izuku looked at his mother, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Peach? Again, mom?" He could see the earnestness in her eyes, though, so he relented. "Alright, Mom." He cleared his throat, feeling a bit silly, and hesitantly said, "Peach."
Instantly, a bright light enveloped him, swirling around his body with a magical shimmer. He could feel the transformation happening again, his clothes changing, his body morphing. When the light faded, Izuku stood there as the petite girl he had become earlier. Her frilly purple dress with golden lines shimmered under the room's soft lighting, and her long, purple hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She couldn't help but squeal in delight, twirling around to see the dress flare out. Her eyes were wide with excitement, sparkling like amethysts.
Inko frowned, noting the girly reaction. Izuku was acting strange when transformed. She shouldn't say bluntly that this is a u…not suitable hero quirk. Perhaps… She placed a hand on her hip and gave Izuku a stern look. "Izuku, calm down, dear. Sit back down," she said, gesturing to the couch with a mix of amusement and concern.
Izuku plopped down, still brimming with excitement. "This is amazing, Mom! I mean, look at me!" She giggled, her voice higher and more melodic than before. "What a quirk!"
Inko sat beside her, her expression turning serious. She needed to understand this new development fully. "Izuku, do you feel anything strange with your body?"
Izuku blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. She looked down at her hands, which were smaller and more delicate now. "Um, well, everything feels different now," she admitted hesitantly. "But... it's just... my whole body is different." She squirmed a little, still getting used to the new sensations.
Inko nodded, realizing she needed to be more specific. "I understand that, but I'm asking if you feel any power inside you, other than the transformation itself. Do you feel stronger, or maybe like you can do something special?"
Izuku blinked, confusion washing over her face. She tilted her head slightly, trying to grasp what her mother was getting at. "Why would you think something like that, Mom?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Inko sighed, searching for the right words. She had a hunch, but it was hard to explain. "For some reason, looking at you now reminds me of those Magical Girl shows."
Izuku's eyes lit up with recognition. "Magical Girl? Mahō Shojō?! That was a famous genre for anime and manga in the pre-quirk era, right?" Her excitement was palpable, and she leaned in closer, eager to hear more.
Inko nodded. "Yes, it was. Those girls didn't just transform; they had powers, too. They could do incredible things once they transformed. Maybe you have something like that?"
Izuku stood up, her curiosity piqued. She extended her hand towards the watermelon on the table, her mind racing with possibilities. Concentrating hard, she tried to make it explode, or move, or do anything. Nothing happened. She frowned, moving on to the next object, a vase on the mantel. Still nothing. She tried a pillow, a book, and even a lamp, each attempt growing more desperate and more disheartening as nothing happened. Each failure felt like a small stab to her heart, chipping away at her newfound excitement.
She cleared her throat and dramatically said, "Divine Lightning!" Nothing. "Fireball!" Nothing. "Ice spear!" Nothing. She continued…
Finally, she slumped back on the couch, feeling utterly defeated. Her shoulders sagged, and her head hung low. "I'm such a Deku," she mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. "I have a quirk but it does nothing but change me into a girl. How can I be a hero with this?" Her voice cracked, and she wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.
Inko moved closer, trying to cheer her up. She placed a comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder and smiled warmly. "Izuku, dear, you look absolutely stunning. You could be an excellent model, or maybe an actress, or an idol. You have a unique look that people would love."
Izuku shook her head, the sadness still evident in her eyes. "But Mom, I'm a boy," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I don't want to be just a pretty face. I want to be a hero."
Just then, a knock came at the door. Izuku, lost in her thoughts, walked to the door absentmindedly. She reached for the handle and, without thinking, pulled the entire door out of its frame with a loud crunch. She stood there, the door hanging in her hand, a look of sheer shock on her face.
Oops.
Standing outside was a boy with striking features. His hair was a mix of white and red on two sides, his eyes sharp and intense. He wore a plain T-shirt and jeans, but there was something commanding about his presence, something that made him stand out even in such simple attire.
Ignoring the fact that the strangely dressed girl had just pulled the door off its hinges, he asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Yamamoto, the wristwatch maker, lives?"
Izuku blinked, trying to regain her composure. "Um, yes, he lives two blocks down, to the left. You'll see his shop with the big clock sign," she managed to say, her voice shaky.
The boy nodded. "Thank you." He started to walk away but turned back for a moment. "You should probably fix your door," he added before continuing down the street. "It's unsafe to have a broken door at late hours."
Izuku blushed, her face turning bright red. She turned back to her mother, who was standing in the hallway, eyes wide with astonishment.
"Honey..." Inko said, her voice trembling slightly. "Did you just pull the door off its frame?"
"Mom?!" Izuku exclaimed, realization dawning on her. "I h-have s-super strength!"
In a burst of excitement, she jumped at her mother, hugging her tightly. "Can I be a hero now?" she asked, her voice filled with hope and joy.
Inko hugged her back, tears of joy in her eyes. "Yes, dear," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, you can."
Chapter 02
Shoto knocked on the door. It was 8:00 p.m., and the night had already settled over the city of Mustafu. The streets outside were quiet, save for the occasional distant sound of a car or a barking dog. The old house before him was cloaked in shadows, its wooden structure creaking with the weight of age. Vines clung to the brick walls, and the front yard was a tangle of overgrown grass and weeds, illuminated by a single flickering streetlamp.
The door creaked open, revealing an old man dressed in a somewhat tattered suit. His grey hair was wild and unkempt, and his eyes were sharp and piercing. He peered out with a look of irritation. "What do you want, kid? I don't have any time for trick or treaters," he grumbled, his voice gravelly and impatient.
Shoto stood his ground, reminding himself why he was here. "Mr. Yamamoto told me to meet him here," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Who?"
"Shoto... Todoroki."
The old man's face softened slightly in recognition. "Ah, the Icy Brat!" he exclaimed, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Shoto's expression tightened. "Please do not call me that."
The old man ignored his request and stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come in, Icy Brat."
Shoto walked into the house, his eyes widening as he took in the surroundings. The interior was a stark contrast to the exterior, filled with an overwhelming array of clocks and wristwatches. Every surface seemed to be covered with timepieces of various shapes and sizes, their ticking creating a constant, rhythmic background noise. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and metal, mingled with the faint aroma of musty books and age.
Mr. Yamamoto led him through a narrow hallway lined with antique furniture and faded portraits, finally arriving at a study room that looked like it belonged in a different century. The walls were lined with tall, wooden bookshelves, each crammed with dusty tomes and ancient artifacts. A large, ornate desk sat in the center, cluttered with tools, watch parts, and a collection of intricate, handcrafted wristwatches.
As Shoto took in the room's details, a flashback from earlier that day played in his mind. He had been training in the secluded clearing, his breath visible in the cold air as he pushed his ice power to its limits. His body ached with the effort, each movement becoming more strenuous as he struggled to control the icy blasts emanating from his right side. He refused to use his fire power, the part of him that was a gift from Endeavor, his father. He was determined to prove himself without it, to show that he could achieve greatness on his own terms.
Then, there came the old man, Mr. Yamamoto, who had been watching from the shadows. He approached Shoto with a chuckle, shaking his head. "At the rate you're training, you'll end up freezing yourself solid, Icy Brat."
Shoto had shot him a glare, his frustration boiling over. "Don't call me that," he snapped, his voice edged with anger.
The old man had simply laughed, unfazed by the boy's hostility. "Why are you training so hard, boy? What are you trying to prove?"
Shoto had clenched his fists, the ice around him melting slightly as his anger flared. "Even if I told you, it wouldn't matter. You can't help me."
Mr. Yamamoto's eyes had softened with understanding. "Sometimes, just letting it out can bring you peace of mind. Tell me, why are you pushing yourself so hard?"
Shoto had hesitated, but the old man's persistence wore him down. Finally, he had relented, his voice heavy with years of pent-up frustration. "My father, he wants me to surpass his senior colleague. But I don't want to use my fire quirk. It's his power, not mine. I hate him."
The old man had nodded, his expression thoughtful. "So, you want to prove that you can be a great hero without using your fire?"
Shoto had nodded, his resolve firm. "Yes."
Mr. Yamamoto had then smiled, a glint of something mysterious in his eyes. "I might have something that can help you," he had said, handing Shoto a small slip of paper with an address. "Meet me here at 8:00 p.m. tonight."
The flashback ended as Shoto found himself back in the present, standing in the old man's study. The memories of the afternoon still fresh in his mind. He looked at Mr. Yamamoto, his curiosity piqued. "So, what is it that you're going to give me that can help me become a great hero without using my fire power?" he asked, his voice tinged with both hope and skepticism.
Mr. Yamamoto's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light. He reached under his desk and pulled out an old, small wooden box, intricately carved with symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, eerie glow. The box looked ancient, its surface worn and weathered by time.
Shoto's heart raced as he took the box in his hands. It felt heavier than it looked, as if it carried a great burden. He carefully opened it, revealing a bracelet with a white stone at its center. The bracelet was simple yet elegant, the stone shimmering with an otherworldly light.
Shoto's initial excitement quickly turned to anger. "Are you trying to scam me?" he demanded, his voice rising. "I'm not buying this stupid bracelet."
Mr. Yamamoto raised his hands in a calming gesture. "It's not a normal bracelet, Icy Brat. It holds a power that can make you a great hero. Trust me."
Shoto's curiosity got the best of him. He hesitated for a moment, then took the bracelet from the box and tied it to his wrist. As soon as the clasp clicked into place, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. His eyes widened as a rush of energy filled him, making him feel invincible.
"What... happened?" he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
"Take a look at yourself," Mr. Yamamoto said, handing him a mirror.
Shoto's reflection left him speechless. His hair was now pure snow white, and his eyes, once heterochromic, were now a mesmerizing neon-colored star shape set in a sea of white. He looked otherworldly, almost ethereal.
"This power..." Shoto began, unable to tear his eyes away from the mirror.
Mr. Yamamoto nodded. "Many years ago, my grandfather found that bracelet while camping with my grandmother. It holds immense power. With it, you can become supremely strong."
"But why me?" Shoto asked, still trying to process everything.
The old man sighed. "To be honest, I don't feel safe keeping it. My father warned me that it's cursed. My grandfather, who had a minor strength quirk, used it for years and never took it off. One day, it accidentally came off and... he died. So, what better way to get rid of it while getting some money out of it?"
"So, using it too much... causes death?" Shoto asked, a mix of fear and excitement in his voice.
"Probably," Mr. Yamamoto admitted. "I think it can also drive you mad."
Shoto's eyes hardened with determination. "I don't care. This power is too great to pass up."
Mr. Yamamoto chuckled. "Well, good for you. Now, about the payment..."
"How much?" Shoto asked, reaching for his wallet.
The old man's lips curled into a sly smile. "Hehe..." 'My quirk to make people greedy is always so convenient!'
o~o~o
The next day in the Midoriya household, the sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the breakfast table. The room was filled with the comforting aromas of freshly brewed tea and toast. Izuku and his mother sat together, enjoying their meal and talking about the incredible events of the previous night. Izuku's eyes were bright with excitement as he took a bite of his peach, a fruit he usually avoided.
"I can't believe what happened last night, Mom!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to try out my new powers today!"
Inko smiled warmly at her son's excitement but glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time. "Izuku, it's getting late. You should be heading to school."
Izuku nodded, gulping down the last of his breakfast. "Right! I'll be off then. See you later, Mom!" He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, the anticipation still buzzing within him.
The morning air was fresh and crisp as Izuku made his way to Aldera Middle School. The school building loomed ahead, its brick walls and tall windows a familiar sight. He walked through the bustling corridors, his mind racing with thoughts of his transformation and what he might discover today.
In class, he found himself surrounded by the usual crowd of kids, many flaunting their flashy quirks with pride. One of them, a boy with flaming hair, sneered at him. "Hey Midoriya, still alive? We thought you'd jumped from the terrace like Bakugou told you to."
Izuku felt the sting of their words, his fists clenching in response. He was on the verge of telling them about his newfound powers but decided against it. What was the point? They wouldn't believe him anyway. "Forget it," he muttered, turning away.
Just then, Bakugou approached, his presence commanding immediate attention. "What's all this noise about?" he barked, his voice carrying an intimidating edge. The bullies quickly scampered back to their seats, avoiding his wrath.
Izuku looked at his childhood friend, his heart pounding with excitement. He wanted to share his news with Kacchan, to show him that he wasn't weak. "Kacchan, I—" he began, but Bakugou cut him off, his expression one of disdain.
"Give up on your dream of becoming a hero, Deku," Bakugou spat, his eyes narrowing. "You're weak and useless. Just accept it."
The harsh words cut deep, but a spark of determination ignited within Izuku. He decided it was time to surprise his 'best friend'. Just as he was about to say 'Peach', a loud, trumpeting noise echoed from outside the school building, drawing everyone's attention.
"Hey, look!" someone shouted. "It's the elephant that escaped from the zoo last night!"
"Yeah! Looks like it hid inside the swimming pool hall."
Izuku, now transformed into his Magical Girl form, glanced towards the swimming pool hall. Through the large, glass windows, she saw the elephant rampaging inside, trying to escape the animal control officers. Her transformation had gone unnoticed amidst the chaos.
"It's hero time!" she declared, striking a dramatic pose with her hand on her hip and the other making a victory sign and winked. She wore a frilly purple dress with matching gloves and boots, her long hair cascading down her back in loose waves. Her eyes sparkled with determination, and a faint, magical aura surrounded her.
The entire classroom froze in shock. Bakugou's eyes widened, and the other students stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, at the sight before them. "Who the hell is she?!" someone muttered, the disbelief evident in their voice.
Without hesitation, she opened the classroom window and leaped out, jumping straight from the third floor. Gasps and shouts of amazement filled the air as the strangely clad girl gracefully landed on her feet like a cat, her movements fluid and confident, her attire shimmering in the sunlight.
"She just jumped from the third floor!" a student exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.
"Who is that girl?" another whispered, eyes wide with wonder.
"Did you see her outfit? It's so cute!"
Bakugou's expression turned from shock to a mix of anger and confusion. "What the hell is she doing?" he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching in frustration.
Izuku, now fully embracing her Magical Girl persona, sprinted towards the swimming pool hall, her heart pounding with excitement and adrenaline. She could hear the whispers and murmurs of her classmates behind her, their astonishment palpable. The other students, including Bakugou, quickly followed, opting for the stairs instead of the window. Not everyone was crazy enough to jump from such a height.
As she ran, Izuku felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, each step light and effortless. She could see the chaos unfolding inside the swimming pool hall through the large windows—the elephant, panicked and confused, trying to evade the animal control officers. The officers themselves were struggling, their tranquilizer guns at the ready but finding it hard to get a clear shot.
Inside the hall, the air was thick with tension. The smell of chlorine mixed with the earthy scent of the elephant, and the sounds of its distressed trumpeting echoed off the tiled walls. The water in the pool rippled violently each time the elephant moved, adding to the chaotic scene.
Izuku skidded to a halt in front of the hall's entrance, her eyes fixed on the elephant. "I have to help," she whispered to herself, determination steeling her resolve. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, the officers barely noticing her amidst their struggle.
"Hey, kid!" one of the officers shouted, finally seeing her. "Get out of here, it's too dangerous!"
Ignoring the warning, Izuku moved closer to the elephant, her mind racing for a plan. She should try to talk with it…wait? Why an animal? Perhaps it was the quirk?
She had to use her new powers, but how? She remembered her transformation and the energy she felt. Maybe she could use that to calm the elephant down.
"Easy there," she called out, her voice soft and soothing. "I'm here to help."
The elephant turned its massive head towards her, its eyes wide with fear and confusion. Izuku focused, trying to channel the calming energy she felt within her. She held out her hand, willing the elephant to sense her intentions.
"Please, calm down," she whispered, stepping closer.
The elephant made another sound, it's two front-legs ready to crush her.
"Hey, girl! Get away from—"
Everyone gasped as she caught both of the legs with her bare hands.
"The fuck?!" A woman officer remarked. "Does she have a super strength quirk?"
"Easy there," Izuku reached out and gently placed her hand on the elephant's trunk, feeling the rough texture of its skin. The elephant let out a soft sigh, its body relaxing under her touch. "I am not going to hurt you."
To her amazement, the elephant seemed to respond, its movements slowing, its trumpeting fading into a soft rumble.
The animal control officers watched in stunned silence, their weapons lowered as they observed the scene. "What's she doing?" one of them muttered, his voice filled with disbelief.
"I thought she was just strong."
"There you go," Izuku murmured, a smile spreading across her face. "You're okay now."
With that, one officer finally sedated the animal.
The officers slowly approached, their expressions a mix of awe and confusion. "How did you do that?" one of them asked, his voice filled with wonder.
Izuku turned to face them, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. "I just knew I could," she replied, her voice steady. "I guess it's part of my new powers."
The students, who had gathered at the windows and doorways, watched in amazement, their earlier skepticism replaced with admiration. "Did you see that?" one of them whispered. "She just calmed the elephant down!"
"Yeah, it's like she has some kind of magical power."
Bakugou, who had pushed his way to the front, stared at the scene, his mind racing. "Who... the hell are you?" he muttered, his voice a mix of confusion and grudging respect.
"Pe—"Izuku was about to tell them about her new powers when someone spoke.
"Are you a vigilante? What's your name?"
"-what?" Izuku blinked.
"Your name is Pewhat?" A girl, with golden eyes, raised an eyebrow.
"No,"
"Then what is it?"
Izuku pondered over it for a moment. How about surprising Kaachan Hindi entrance exam of UA High School? She mentally giggled.
She was about to leap and leave when Kaachan yelled. "Who the fuck are you, Purple Abomination?"
She looked back and struck her new signature pose: with her one hand on her hips, making a victory sign with the other hand and a wink to finish it. "I am the Magical Girl Peanut!"
With that, she took off.
"Peanut…" Bakugou tested the name in his mouth. "I have this feeling that I know this chick…"
Chapter 03
Izuku quickly entered the classroom before anyone else, his heart still racing from the excitement of his earlier heroic act. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. The transformation back to his original form had left him exhilarated, a lingering sensation of power coursing through his veins. It felt amazing to be a hero, even if just for a brief moment. The sensation of using that power was intoxicating, and he wanted to experience it again. However, he knew he had to be cautious. He wanted to surprise his 'best friend' Bakugou, so keeping this secret for a while longer seemed like the best strategy.
He coughed, feeling a slight ache in his chest, probably due to the overwhelming excitement. Izuku straightened up and tried to compose himself as the rest of the students began to file into the classroom. The day passed by in a blur of monotonous lessons, but the buzz in the air was palpable. Everyone was talking about the Magical Girl who had appeared earlier.
The boys in the class were particularly vocal, their conversations filled with admiration and awe. "Did you see her? She was so hot!" one of them exclaimed, leaning back in his chair with a dreamy expression.
Another boy nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, and the way she jumped from the third floor without a scratch! Incredible!"
The girls were equally captivated, though their discussions took on a different tone. "She was so pretty," one girl said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Her dress was adorable!"
"I wonder who she is," another girl mused, tapping her pencil against her desk. "Do you think she goes to our school?"
The speculation continued throughout the day, with students throwing out wild guesses and theories about the identity of the mysterious Magical Girl. Izuku couldn't help but smile to himself, pleased that his alter ego had made such a strong impression. However, amidst all the chatter, Bakugou remained unusually silent, his eyes narrowed in thought. It was unlike him to be so subdued, and Izuku couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity and concern.
When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Izuku quickly made his way to a secluded alley. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before transforming back into his Magical Girl form. The familiar sensation of power enveloped him, and he felt a surge of energy as his clothes vanished and were replaced by the frilly purple dress, gloves, and boots. He noticed that even his school bag had disappeared, but he was confident it would return once he transformed back.
Standing in the alley, she marveled at how strong and invigorated she felt. There was no trace of exhaustion, only a boundless energy that made her feel invincible. Deciding it was a good time to test her powers, she recalled how she had managed to calm the elephant earlier. Maybe her quirk had multiple facets that she hadn't yet discovered?
With a graceful leap, she soared to the top of a nearby building, looking out over the horizon. The city sprawled out before her, a maze of buildings and streets teeming with life. She needed a place to test her powers—an abandoned building, an empty lot, anywhere she could practice without drawing too much attention.
Jumping from the building, she landed gracefully on the ground, causing a gust of wind that knocked the ice cream out of a nearby kid's hand. "Hey, my ice cream!" the kid cried, staring in dismay at the fallen treat.
"Sorry!" she called out, quickly blending into the crowd as she continued her search. She moved through the bustling streets, scanning for a suitable place. The first potential spot she found was an old warehouse, but it was too close to a residential area, and the noise might attract attention. Next, she considered an empty parking lot, but it was in active use during the evenings. She then came across a deserted playground, but it was too small for the kind of testing she had in mind.
Continuing her search, she wandered through the city, finding herself in an old factory district. Many of the buildings were abandoned and in various states of disrepair, but she quickly realized that they were still too close to populated areas. She passed by an old junkyard, but the heavy machinery and constant activity made it unsuitable. After about two hours of searching, she began to feel frustrated. Every place she found had some drawback or another.
Her determination unwavering, she pressed on, eventually finding herself at the edge of the city. There, she stumbled upon an old, neglected beach. The shoreline was littered with trash, transforming what was once a potential tourist spot into a forgotten wasteland. The air was filled with the smell of salt and decay, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a constant, rhythmic background.
Izuku's eyes lit up. This place was perfect—deserted, isolated, and large enough for her to test her powers without interruption. She stepped onto the sand, feeling the gritty texture beneath her boots. The sight of the ocean stretching out endlessly before her was both calming and invigorating. She took a deep breath, the salty air filling her lungs, and felt a renewed sense of purpose.
She moved to the center of the beach, where the piles of trash were the thickest, a stark reminder of human negligence. "Alright, let's see what I can do," she said to herself, her voice filled with determination and a hint of nervous excitement. The beach was eerily quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Seagulls circled overhead, occasionally squawking as if urging her on.
Izuku focused her energy, closing her eyes and remembering the calming effect she had on the elephant. She raised her hand, willing the power within her to manifest. The air around her seemed to hold its breath. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes. Nothing happened. She frowned, her brows knitting together in frustration. "Come on, work!" she muttered, her voice tinged with impatience.
Just when she was about to give up and try something else, a gentle, glowing purple light began to emanate from her hand, spreading outwards like a soft wave. Her eyes flew open, and she gasped in amazement. The light was mesmerizing, shimmering with tiny golden particles that danced in the air. It was like watching a living, breathing star.
The soft purple cloud reached the piles of trash, and they started to vibrate. Slowly, they began to lift off the ground, suspended in the air by an unseen force. Izuku's eyes widened in astonishment and delight. "This is incredible!" she exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face. The sensation of power flowing through her was exhilarating. She felt like she could do anything.
She flicked her wrist, and the debris flew through the air, scattering harmlessly into the ocean. The waves swallowed the trash, washing it away. She stood there, awestruck by her own abilities. "I have the power to control objects," she whispered to herself, the realization sinking in. Her mind raced with the possibilities. This power could be incredibly useful when she becomes a hero.
For the next hour, she experimented with her telekinetic powers, discovering that she could manipulate objects with remarkable ease. She made the trash dance in intricate patterns, formed spirals in the air, and even created makeshift sculptures out of driftwood and old metal scraps. Each new feat brought a fresh wave of joy and excitement.
Then, a daring idea crossed her mind. Could she fly? She decided to find out. Bending her knees, she leaped high into the air, soaring a few hundred meters skyward. The sensation was thrilling, the wind whipping past her face as she ascended. "I can fly! I can fly—" she shouted, her voice filled with glee. But her excitement was short-lived as she began to lose altitude. "I can't fly! I can't fly! Ooooh, I am going to die—" she screamed, flailing her arms as she plummeted back to the ground.
With a loud, resounding crash, she fell, creating a five-meter deep humanoid crater in the sand. For a moment, she lay there, stunned. "N-note to self: Never do that—" she said, wincing. But then, she realized something incredible. She didn't feel any pain. She wasn't injured at all. "I have super durability! I have super durability!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with excitement.
Nearby, a tired-looking boy in a high school uniform, munching on an octopus nugget, glanced at her. His eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in concern. He shook his head, muttering to himself, "Another crazy one," before hurrying away, clearly convinced she was mentally unstable. The sight of him retreating made her chuckle.
She decided it was enough for today. The sky had begun to turn a soft shade of orange, signaling the approaching evening. "Time to go home," she said, dusting herself off. With that, she left the beach, her heart light with newfound confidence and joy. She couldn't wait to tell her mother about her powers and the day's events.
As she walked back home, the thrill of using her abilities replayed in her mind. The astonished looks on her classmates' faces, the potential she now held within her—all of it filled her with a sense of purpose and determination. The city's sounds grew louder as she neared her neighborhood, the hustle and bustle of life carrying on as usual. But for Izuku, everything had changed. She knew she had to be careful with her new powers, but she also knew she had the potential to become the hero she had always dreamed of being.
Izuku Midoriya was no longer just a quirkless boy. She was a Magical Girl, brimming with potential and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
o~o~o
Inko Midoriya paced anxiously around the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. It was already five past ten, and Izuku still hadn't come home. The school day had ended more than three hours ago. The evening was growing darker, the shadows stretching across the room. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to grow louder with each passing second, amplifying her worry.
"Izuku, where are you?" she muttered under her breath, her heart pounding with concern. The room felt too quiet, the silence pressing down on her. She could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city outside, but it did little to comfort her.
Just then, the door swung open, and Izuku's cheerful voice filled the room. "I am home!" he called out. Inko turned, and her eyes widened in surprise. Izuku stood there, not as her familiar son, but as Magical Girl form, hee long purple hair cascading down her back, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Izuku, dear, where have you been?" Inko's voice was a mix of relief and confusion. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her son's transformed appearance.
"Mom!" Izuku hopped with excitement, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "You won't believe what happened today!" Her enthusiasm was infectious, but Inko couldn't ignore the fact that she was still in her transformed state.
"Sweetie, why don't you wash up first?" Inko suggested, noticing the sand clinging to her clothes. She tried to keep her tone light, but there was an undercurrent of worry.
"Oh, yeah, sure thing, Mom." Izuku looked down at herself, realizing how dirty she was. Without another word, she headed towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of sandy footprints behind.
Inko watched her go, a frown creasing her forehead. Why hadn't she changed back to his normal form? Shaking her head, she turned her attention to preparing the dinner table. The kitchen was warm and inviting, filled with the delicious aromas of her cooking. She had made all of Izuku's favorites: samosas, peajō, and shingaras. She hoped it would cheer her up, whatever was going on.
A few minutes later, Izuku emerged from the bathroom, still in her Magical Girl form. She was wearing a bathrobe, her long purple hair wrapped up in a towel. Her triangular kaleidoscopic pupiled eyes lit up as she saw the spread on the table.
"Wow," Izuku squealed, clapping her hands together. "Samosas?! Peajō? Is that shingara? You're the best, Mom!" She bounced over to the table, the joy in her eyes momentarily easing Inko's worry.
Inko bit her bottom lip, her mind racing. Izuku had taken a shower—as a girl. She knew her son well enough to know he wasn't a pervert. But this was unusual. She needed to understand what was going on.
They sat down, and Izuku was about to dig in when Inko gently placed her hand on her. "Izuku, sweetie, don't you think you should change back first?"
Izuku looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Mom?" She glanced down at herself and seemed genuinely surprised.
"You're still in your Magical Girl form," Inko said softly, watching his reaction closely.
"Oh," Izuku looked disappointed for a moment. "Peach." With that simple word, she transformed back into a boy. He coughed slightly, the transformation seemingly taking a toll on him.
Inko's eyes widened as she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. "Izuku, did you not get enough sleep last night?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Izuku looked confused. "I'm perfectly fine, Mom. Really, I am." He tried to reassure her with a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Inko wasn't convinced. "You look exhausted. Are you sure you're alright?"
"It's nothing, Mom, really." Izuku insisted, waving off her concerns. "Let me tell you about my day. It was amazing!"
Inko listened as Izuku recounted his day, his excitement bubbling over. He told her how he had surprised his classmates, the awe and envy in their eyes when he showed them his new powers. He described the beach, the piles of trash he had manipulated with his telekinesis, and the thrill of discovering his abilities.
"Mom, you should have seen it! The trash just lifted off the ground like it was nothing. And then, I tried to fly!" His eyes sparkled with excitement, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke. "I actually soared into the sky! But then I started falling, and I thought I was going to die. But I didn't feel anything when I hit the ground. I think I have super durability too!"
Inko couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, but she couldn't shake the worry gnawing at her. "Izuku, this all sounds incredible, but you need to be careful. These powers are new, and you don't fully understand them yet."
"I know, Mom, but I can't help it. It's like a dream come true," Izuku said, his voice softening. "I just want to be a hero, like I've always dreamed."
Inko reached out and gently squeezed his hand. "I know you do, Izuku. And I believe you can be. But promise me you'll take care of yourself too. You're no use to anyone if you're pushing yourself too hard."
"I promise, Mom," Izuku said, his voice earnest. "I'll be careful."
As they continued to eat, Inko couldn't help but notice the fatigue in his eyes. He was pushing himself hard, maybe too hard. She would need to keep a close eye on him, to make sure he didn't overdo it.
When dinner was over, Izuku helped clear the table, still chatting excitedly about his day. Inko watched him, her heart swelling with love and concern. He was growing up so fast, and his dreams were becoming a reality. But with great power came great responsibility, and she hoped he would be able to handle it.
As Izuku headed to his room, he turned and gave her a bright smile. "Thanks for dinner, Mom. It was delicious."
"You're welcome, sweetie. Get some rest, okay?"
"I will, Mom. Goodnight!" Izuku called out as he disappeared into his room.
Inko sighed, feeling a mixture of pride and worry. She had always known her son was special, but now, more than ever, she realized just how extraordinary he was. She would support him in any way she could, but she also knew he had to find his own way.
With a final glance at the clock, Inko turned off the lights and headed to bed, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of her son and his incredible powers. She hoped that, whatever happened, he would always remember to take care of himself and stay true to the kind, caring person he had always been.