"Beloved hero and human rights activist, Midoriya Shikha, dies in childbirth"

It's a day the world has been looking forward to ever since Midoriya announced her pregnancy, with none more excited than the expectant father, no. 1 hero and symbol of peace, All Might. But now, in a tragic turn of events, a hero is left without his wife, and a child without its mother.

Midoriya-san passed away early yesterday morning, at 11:23 am, due to birthing complications. Still trapped in her womb, Midoriya-san's baby had mere minutes before it would be suffocated, and share the same fate as its mother.

Despite astronomically low chances of survival, doctors were able to perform a successful emergency c-section, and at 11:26am last night, the baby was safely-

Grimacing, Naomasa Tsukauchi threw the newspaper back onto the waiting room table, unable to continue reading.

He still couldn't believe it.

Shikha – dear, sweet, lovely Shikha…was gone? His brain just refused to process it.

It was almost impossible to believe that just a few days ago, they'd all been in the living room of the Midoriya residence, talking and laughing excitedly about the child she would soon be bringing into this world.

And now she was gone.

And Toshinori…God, what must he be feeling now? He'd loved her so much, she'd been the apple of his eye – if Naomasa's heart ached this deeply, so much he could barely breathe, he couldn't imagine how it must be for his best friend.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door opening, and he was snapped out of his thoughts.

Looking up, Naomasa saw Toshinori standing there, cheeks red and raw with tears, and the ever-present smile nowhere in sight.

He had an arm bent across his torso, and there, in the crook of his elbow, was a tiny, precious bundle of blankets.

Naomasa felt his breath catch – from his vantage point, he couldn't quite make out the infant's face; just that he looked so impossibly, impossibly small, wrapped as he was in his father's massive arms.

He took a few steps forward, ignoring the exhaustion in his bones (he hadn't left the hospital all night).

And when he caught sight of the young Midoriya, he felt his heart clench painfully in his chest, and for just a fraction of a second, he almost, almost forgot his grief.

A crown of fine black hair graced the infant's tiny head, and his face was red and his eyes scrunched tightly shut, as if angry at the world for the circumstances of his birth.

He was absolutely beautiful.

Naomasa looked up into his best friend's face, and saw it – that look, that expression of pure love and devotion that had always been reserved for Shikha, now aimed at the child she had died bringing into this world.

And in that moment, Naomasa knew Toshinori would be okay.

"My friend," said the hero, grabbing his attention. "I want you to meet my son…Midoriya Izuku."

SkyGem: Sorry about the super short prologue, but I hope it sparked your interest! Please leave a review letting me know what you thought, and I'll try to update soon! Also, lemme know if you want me to write about Izuku's childhood, or if you want me to start immediately with him entering Yuuei!