The barrel of a gun reflected the iris of a man on its receiving end. "PUT THE MONEY IN THE DAMN BAG! HURRY UP!", the pistol wielding fellow ushered the cashier in a panicked frenzy.

A trio of thieves were robbing some desolate convenience store in the underbelly of Hosu City. The criminals were counting on such a low populated vicinity to shroud them from being thwarted by authorities or any pro heroes. It was twelve o' clock exactly, the late hour of midnight meant nobody would be interfering with their armed robbery. Not that they needed a gun to pull off the heist, two of the gang members had clearly visible quirks and the lone store owner stood no chance.

One of the lanky crooks had porcupine quills protruding from his body, the needles stabbed straight through a gray hoodie and dark blue jeans. The second criminal wore a black jacket with matching sweatpants, his skin a rough red stone appearance as if he were a brick wall. The ringleader stood in the center with his firearm still aimed, his particular quirk remained a mystery due to no visible side effects. As for the cashier who finished filling a backpack full of cash, his quirk matched an overweight appearance, he could expand his fat to a certain extent. However, the pufferfish type quirk didn't seem like a good idea against three far superior thieves. Instead of fighting back, he handed the week's earnings over and allowed the trio to rush out of his store with victorious snickering.

The three burglars rounded a corner before disappearing into the darkness of a foreboding alleyway. The convenience store owner wasted no time in dialing 911 after the culprits fled, unwilling of pursuing the criminals and risking his life. The crooks cackled as they sorted through the money they had stolen, turning the sprint into a jog. The man with red brick for flesh highfived his leader while the porcupine howled with laughter.

"We got mad stacks fellas!", the boss sneered as he glanced back at the place they had just robbed. Wads of Benjamins tumbled out of his hands like a deck of cards being tossed into the sky.

"Hey man, shouldn't we look through all that later? We should put some distance between us and this place first, ya know?", the quill quirk criminal voiced his concern through a suggestion when he wasn't chuckling about the success of their theft.

"Why do you always gotta kill the vibe by saying those sorta things?!", the brick bandit complained as he gathered up stray dollar bills that had become strewed across the alley.

"Don't worry about it! The cops won't get here for another forty minutes, and it isn't like there's some sorta hero in the area!", the group leader reassured his friends while assisting in picking up dropped money. None of the thieves noticed a fourth shadowy figure perched on the fire escape above them.

"Yeah, you're probably right..", the needle protruding punk laughed off his worries. Like a bad omen to counteract his statement, the streetlight that dimly lit their alleyway began flickering. All of the crooks jumped in terror as the bulb popped and flashed. "It.. just shorted out.. You should've seen your faces.", the porcupine teased his team members.

"You got scared too!", the brick bandit pointed an accusing finger.

"Cut it out! You two are just like a couple of kids.. Come on, let's get outta here. This place is giving me the creeps anyway..", the leader motioned for his partners to follow.

Before the ternion could leave, the fourth figure that had been spying on them landed in their way. The triad took a few steps back as they tried to get a look at the newcomer. A dark green shadow casted its shape over them as it stood straight. A long tattered cloth blew in the wind like some sort of scarf, giving off an eerie presence. Slow but very audible breathing broke any disturbing silence, the sound haunted the criminals as it echoed from sort of respirator shaped to resemble a smile. Medium length objects poked out from his cowl, looking very much like horns in such a dark atmosphere. Despite the intimidating presence, none of the crooks turned to run the other way.

"Back off man, don't try to be some sorta hero!", the one with a gun threatened the mysterious man with his firearm. The ringleader's lackeys gulped back any fear and began chuckling nervously.

"Yeah, this guy must be new. He doesn't look familiar like those other ones.", the brick bandit chimed in. A wave of relief washed over the triune as they realized they weren't dealing with a pro hero.

"Return the money. This is your only chance.", the voice was masked with some sort of voice modification filter. A deep and distorted effect in the green shadow's tone sent several chills up the spines of each thief. The order from such a being caused the underlings to glance at their superior for confirmation on whether they should comply or not.

"Well, look at that, he speaks!", the ringleader kept a calm facade as he mocked the green figure. "What was it you told us?", the trio's boss asked a rhetorical question. "This is your only chance!", he put on a gruff impression of the being cloaked in darkness. "Yeah.. this is YOUR only chance! Get lost, or I'm filling you with led.", the gun toting criminal threatened his opponent again while cocking it for emphasis.

A moment passed as they had a standoff; which ended with the green figure reaching into a pitch black utility belt just as quickly as the criminal letting his finger slip on the trigger. The gang of bandits covered their faces when four small pellet were thrown at them, unsuspecting of an explosion concealing equally as dark gas. The trio busted into fits of coughing as their leader shot blindly into the black fog. The target shrouded in smoke evaded bullets with relative ease thanks to his sneak attack.

While still having the upper hand, the reseda person grabbed the lid off of a garbage can to toss like a frisbee. Thanks to the improvised projectile, the trash cover knocked the weapon out of the gunwielder's hand. With an opening granting itself, the green figure rushed forward and prepared to drive a fist into one of his enemy's faces. Unfortunately, the outnumbered man chose the wrong opponent to punch and his fist collided with a solid stone surface. A loud crunch could be heard as the knuckles connected, causing the fighter to reel back in pain as he clutched the injured hand.

It was now the turn of the man made of brick to take a swing, the criminal whaled into his enemy and sent the green individual crashing into another wall of the alley. As black mist evaporated, the trio was able to see an injured opponent clinging to their bruised side. When the green suited person wasn't nursing that wound, they clenched and unclenched their fist. Torn fabric in his gloves revealed the red liquid of blood leaking from scraped knuckles.

"Not so tough now, are ya?", the ringleader taunted his downed opponent with a light scoff. "Waste this fool..", he ordered the porcupine burglar with a nod.

The quills flew out with a simple fling of his arm, sending sharp projectiles straight for the target with an intent to kill. Before the needles could make impact, the green figure rolled to the side in an effort to dodge the incoming attack. Each quill speared the wall in the missing man's place, except for a lone spike that dug itself deep into the green figure's already injured side. A pained grunt escaped the reseda person's lips as they found a hand clinging onto the protruding porcupine quill. No time remained for pleasantries as the green suited being retaliated with a sweeping kick to wipe out his opponents like bowling pins.

The crook who used a gun in the robbery resorted to his quirk upon being bested in combat, a concussive blast erupted from the man's palms and knocked the green being into the wall again. A second time, the porcupine person shot his quills at the do-gooder. The reseda man dodged the attack with a phenomenal display of acrobatics and performed a somersault that brought down his foot into the needle shooting thief. With one of his partners rendered unconscious, the brick bandit let out a frustrated battle cry before charging the one responsible.

The green suited man dodged a flurry of punches until one got a lucky hit and knocked him upwards with an uppercut. In an attempt to brace his fall, the reseda figure grabbed onto the fire escape on his way down and felt the weight of gravity take effect. A loud snap indicted immense strain on the man's arm, making him gasp in agony. Still using the velocity of his drop, the green figure swung in a strange arch and kicked the brick bandit with a heavy black boot. The attack didn't have much effect, but both fighters put distance between themselves after such an intense altercation.

The green shadow took this moment to yank out the quill that had been stuck in his side the entire battle. Blood spewed from the wound like a spray bottle before he applied pressure to the spot, that injury was bound to leave a lasting scar. Despite his several aching wounds, the green figure moved forward with the will to finish what he had started. One was out cold while the other two thieves gave one another a glance, cocky smirks etched across their faces as they looked at their opponent like prey.

The boss released another concussion burst that rattled the green figure's bones like a set of keys. After such a powerful attack, the reseda man wasn't prepared for another whack from the brick bandit. Each crook stood on either side of the downed do-gooder, kicking at him with confident cackling. The ringleader prepared to fire off another concussive blast to finish off the defeated person, not expecting for such a beaten man to retaliate yet again. Neither thief was ready for the green figure to grab hold of the leader's arm and thrust it into the brick burglar so the concussion burst could be used against him.

The reseda shadow followed up with several jabs to the ringleader's face and finished his barrage of attacks with a spinning kick that landed on the man's jaw. The brick bandit stirred before the green figure drove his foot into the criminal's face. The only one who wasn't unconscious yet was the boss of the trio, who attempted to desperately crawl away. The marauder clasped his fingers around the gun he had dropped early on into the fight, but never got to use it again as a boot stepped on his hand to prevent any kind of usage. A dragged out crunch echoed through the alley as the green figure crushed his enemy's hand, following by the scream of anguish that escaped the ringleader's mouth.

From inside the convenience store, the owner hung up his phone after informing authorities of a committed crime and turned his attention to the muffled shout. Curiosity overcame the cashier as he investigated the commotion, cries for help lead him to the dimly lit alleyway. The streetlight continued to flicker with each punch that the green figure landed on the beaten ringleader of criminals. The cashier couldn't help but let out an audible gasp upon seeing the thieves that had just robbed his store strewed across the alley in an unconscious manner. The one responsible heard the sudden noise and slowly turned his head to look at the newcomer despite being mid punch. The light flickered one last time, and in that moment of darkness allowed the green shadow to disappear.

…

Izuku Midoriya let himself sink into the bathtub filled with ice cubes, instantly turning the crystal clear water into a murky red tint mixed with dirt and sweat. Blood leaked from the man's wounds as they soaked in the filthy liquid, the burning sensation given off from the injuries only pleased by the cold temperature he created. A tattered green suit was balled up next to the tub, many tears and holes in it needing to be sewn back together. The color of his outfit matched the messy length of groggy hair that soon dived under water as well. Izuku felt like he could stay beneath the surface forever, allowing the cool and refreshing feel to wash against his skin.

The noise of Midoriya's cellphone vibrating against the shut lid of his toilet is what caused him to resurface. A wet hand reached for the device before he took a look at what the source of his notification could be. A text message was marked unread, the sender was named 'Hikiyose Midoriya'. Izuku faintly smiled upon reading the name of his daughter and opened the inbox to see what she had sent.

Got scared at Yago's house. Is it okay if I cancel the sleepover and come home tonight?

"Shit..", Izuku groaned as he forced himself to climb out of the bathtub. The father sighed as he texted back his daughter, I'll come and pick you up in a few minutes.

Midoriya recalled the events that had led up to his eventful night as he began to dry off with a towel. Dry blood stuck to the cloth as it dragged against his bruised skin, causing Izuku to flinch in pain. His wife had been given a mission the same night that his daughter decided to sleepover at a friend's house. The green haired man partially regretted his decision on how to spend the night as he dabbed a cotton ball covered in rubbing alcohol against his stab wound. Hosu City was littered with crime, the percentage of robberies spiking ever so drastically. With no heroes to protect the area, Izuku decided to take up the task as the place's defender.

The only problem with that.. Izuku Midoriya is a quirkless human in a world full of powered beings. It goes without mentioning that Japan doesn't allow heroes without a license. If you use your quirk without proper documentation, you'll be written up as an outlaw and quite possibly considered a villain. However, there is a few rare cases in which people use their quirks to perform heroic acts without a license. These certain beings are called vigilantes and get treated in the same regard as villains. In the new generation of heroes, vigilantes seemed to become extinct. Midoriya dared to take that opportunity and save a few lives if he could.

The buzzing of his phone sent the train of thought within Izuku's mind flying off its rails. Thanks daddy, please hurry! Midoriya kept a faint smile when the second text. His eyes diverted from the screen to his pile of vigilante clothes. A reseda green and pitch black design covered the outfit head to toe, only altered by a silver mouthpiece. An equally dark green scarf draped from the top until it reached his waist length where a large black utility belt was strapped. The dark color matched gloves and boots padded with hard material to put more power into his attacks. Izuku began to worry about where to hide his costume and quickly stashed it behind the medicine cabinet. With one less problem, he finished tending to the injuries by applying bandages.

Izuku didn't worry about what clothes to wear as he slapped on a plain white t shirt and bright blue pajama bottoms. The green haired man went barefoot as he fetched his car keys and let out an exhausted yawn. Midoriya caught himself in the reflection of his mirror and cringed at the ghastly sight. Bloodshot eyes sunk into heavy bags, reminding him of the old U.A teacher named Shota Aizawa. Izuku caught himself grinning as he reminisced about his sensei called Eraserhead and the good ol' days of U.A. Well, mostly good.

The ringing of his cellphone made him snap out of the daze, checking the caller ID to see it was his wife. "Hey Ochaco!", he lazily but excitedly answered. U.A was where he met her after all..

"Hi honey, I was just calling to make sure you hadn't burned down the house or anything.", Ochaco teased on the other end of the line with a small giggle. Izuku laughed along with his wife while rolling his eyes.

"Not yet!", Izuku played along. "But I have to go pick up Hikiyose a little early. She got scared during the sleepover.", the husband quickly added.

"Oh no, poor baby. Do you need me to come home? I can help-", Ochaco became flustered as she worried about her daughter.

"N- No, I've got it handled! You have important hero work to do. Don't stress about us.", Izuku reassured his wife with a nervous chuckle.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to strain yourself either.", Ochaco replied.

Izuku clutched his wounds with gritted teeth as she mentioned straining something. "Thanks honey, but I'm f- fine.. really.", the green haired man rasped out.

"Okay. Let me know if anything changes. I'll see you tomorrow night otherwise. Love you.", the caring wife and hero cooed.

"Love you too.", the injured husband replied before hanging up with an exasperated sigh.

…

Izuku Midoriya knocked on the door and waited impatiently for an answer. His spirits were lifted when it was his daughter who opened it. "Hey!", he greeted as she ran into his arms.

"Daddy!", she happily embraced her father but unknowing squeezed his stab wound. Izuku winced in pain as he held back a grunt, carefully pushing his daughter away to recuperate. Apparently hugs hurt just as much as the bad guys and their quirks.

After thanking and apologizing to the other parents, Izuku escorted his daughter to their car. The drive back home was quiet and awkward for both of them, neither opted to attempt finding a song on the radio since there was never any good ones. Izuku glanced from the corner of his eyes to see his daughter pouting in the passenger seat and decided to ask, "Are you okay? Daddy's not mad at you if that's what you're worried about.."

Hikiyose twiddled with her fingers as she muttered to herself, "How can I ever be a hero if I'm too scared to spend the night at a friend's house?"

Luckily, Izuku was a master at deciphering the murmurs and caught on rather quick. "You have nothing to worry about Hikiyose, you're just as smart and amazing as your mother when it comes to hero stuff.", the father reassured his daughter. "Just as pretty too.", Izuku added with a goofy smile. It was true though, Hikiyose shared her mother's round angel face and short luxurious locks. The only difference was her hair being green like Izuku's instead of brown like Ochaco's, along with inherited freckles that could go unnoticed to the untrained eye.

"But I'm not brave like you..", Hikiyose continued to pout.

"What do you mean?", the statement from his daughter caught Izuku off guard and caused him to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Midoriya thanked the late hour for keeping a minimal number of cars on the road, for the embarrassment of being praised nearly made him swerve into the other lane.

"Mom told me about how you two met at the Entrance Exam. She described how you were the only one to run in and save her while the others ran away. How did you do that, even though you're quirkless?", Izuku's daughter explained what she meant before asking a touchy question.

Izuku gulped as he clutched the steering wheel in a sweaty grip. "To tell you the t- truth, I don't really know! My legs just sorta moved on their own, ya know!", Midoriya answered truthfully.

"Oh..", Hikiyose didn't seem motivated by her father's response.

"B- But, I'm sure you'll do the same thing! It's just all about being a good person, that's all!", Izuku quickly added with a hopeful but painfully awkward laugh.

"Dad.. Am I going to stay quirkless forever too?", Hikiyose kept the same disappointment in her tone. The question hurt more than the beating that Izuku received only a few hours ago, nearly making the grown man cry.

"I.. I don't know sweetie. Probably.", the father just couldn't bring himself to lie to his daughter and answered truthfully. Izuku had to stop the car as soon as she started crying, immediately consoling her with a hug. "Hey.. hey, don't cry. You know I'll start if you do..", the green haired man begged.

"Sorry..", Hikiyose choked out in between sobs. That did it, now both Midoriyas were crying.

"Listen to me Hikiyose.. don't let being quirkless stop you. Look at me, I made it into U.A even though the odds were against me.", Izuku offered words of encouragement to cheer her up.

"But you didn't pass the exam to get your provisional hero license and never became a pro hero like you wanted to with mom!", Hikiyose sobbed. The reminder stung Izuku's heart, but he persevered.

"Then do what I couldn't. Succeed where I didn't. It isn't impossible!", Izuku shook his daughter to emphasis his point. When he saw that she was still distraught over the revelation of having no quirk, he thought about sharing something he never told anyone.. not even his wife. "There's a quirk that can be passed on to others..", Izuku announced.

"W- What?", Hikiyose asked in disbelief.

"I'm sure you've heard about him in school before, and it's something you'll learn about more in U.A if- er, WHEN you get in. There used to be a symbol of peace called All Might that everybody looked up to. He was the best of the best, the greatest pro hero ever! Before I went to U.A, I got to meet him if you can believe it. He told me I would have been the right successor to take on his power that had been passed down through generations. A quirk that was One For All.", Izuku explained.

"Wooww, what did you do?!", Hikiyose marveled at the news her father was sharing.

"I turned him down.", Izuku's expression then turned grim as any excitement within the car died.

"But.. why?", Hikiyose wondered.

"I.. w- wanted to prove that I could still become a hero despite being quirkless! I wanted to show everyone that it wasn't impossible, that anybody could become a hero! I also felt I wasn't the right choice to be given such a power.. something so strong shouldn't be in the hands of, well, anyone besides All Might!", Izuku solemnly answered.

"Do you regret not taking it?", Hikiyose asked.

Izuku lowered his head as he contemplated the question. He wanted to reply to her by saying 'every day', but knew that wasn't what she needed or wanted to hear. When Izuku was a child no older than her, he'd asked his mom if he could become a hero without a quirk. Inko Midoriya merely told her son she was sorry and shattered his hopes and dreams. Izuku needed to hear something different back then, he wanted to be told that it wasn't impossible. Now, the moment began to repeat itself in the next generation. "Never.", Izuku lied.

Hikiyose smiled as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. "Thanks dad.", she sounded much more optimistic.

"I love you, Hikiyose.", was all that Izuku could manage to say in response as he became choked up.

Before the two could hug one another again, Hikiyose stopped midway and pointed out a red splotch on her father's white t shirt. "Uh, dad.. what happened there?", she worriedly asked.

"AAAHHhh, uh, just some ketchup I spilled! Yep, stained my shirt!", Izuku cursed himself for picking out white as the color he wore. Apparently one too many hugs caused the scar to tear open again and caused blood to ooze through his bandages.

"Dad, you're always such a messy eater!", Hikiyose teased her father while being none the wiser.

…

The next day started in a blur for Izuku as his body acted like it were sleep walking. The green haired man performed his morning duties before his daughter could wake up, which revolved around the common things such as laundry or cleaning. In the end, what really woke him up was the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon frying on a pan as coffee brewed. The aroma must have also attracted Hikiyose, because she ran into the kitchen while still wearing her pajamas as well.

"Good morning dad!", the green haired girl greeted her father.

"M- Morning, Hikiyose. Why don't you go get ready while I make breakfast?", Izuku suggested.

"Good idea! After all, today is the big day!", Hikiyose reminded her father of the Entrance Exam. Suddenly, everything seemed much more critical as the green haired man accidentally spilled coffee everywhere when pouring himself a mug. Regardless, Izuku Midoriya was now fully awake and kicked into action as he set his daughter's food on the table.

"Shoot, you're right! I have to get ready too!", Izuku panicked as he stumbled over his feet and raced to get an outfit from his wardrobe. Hikiyose simply giggled over her father's silly demeanor and began eating breakfast as the man sorted through different clothes.

"Hey dad, if you never received a hero license and never became a pro hero, how come you get to teach for the school?", Hikiyose asked through a mouthful of eggs.

Izuku struggled to tie on a malachite green necktie as he responded, "Another example of why being quirkless doesn't put out as many barriers as you'd think. The previous principal was so impressed with my observational skills when it came to quirks and the ingenuity I portrayed during the Sports Festival, that he offered me a job as a teacher whenever I became old enough.", Midoriya cheerfully explained.

"That's pretty cool, I guess.", Hikiyose mumbled in between bites.

"Sweetie, don't speak with your mouth full. You know your mother hates that.", Izuku gave a meek scolding.

"Sorry dad..", Hikiyose continued talking with a mouth full of food despite her apology.

"So.. what do you think?", Izuku presented his outfit. The father flashed a toothy grin that complimented his elegant suit. A black waistcoat matched his trousers and formal dress shoes. However, a dark green dress shirt synced the color of his hair and eyes. The tie that Izuku had so much trouble with was finally done properly.

"Wow, you look pretty spiffy.. Just, what about the hair?", Hikiyose giggled.

"What's wrong with my hair? Just because it's a little messy and curly, doesn't mean it isn't stylish!", Izuku enjoyed making his daughter laugh. After enough horsing around, he put on his best 'serious dad' tone and told her to hurry up & get ready. Secretly, he was just as nervous as she was about the Entrance Exam since he'd be part of the spectator and judging group.

"I've got to make a quick stop at Fugu's on the way there.", Izuku announced to his daughter as they strapped into their seat belts.

"Aaahhh, come onnn, not Fugu's!", his daughter complained. The duo would often stop by the convenience store on their way to or from her school to pick up occasional groceries, and Hikiyose slowly began to hate going there.

"C- Come on Hikiyose, it isn't t- that bad!", Izuku stammered out a response as he began to notice her sulking attitude. The truth was, he didn't really need any groceries, he just wanted to check on his friend after the armed robbery.

"I GUESS!", Hikiyose continued to pout with folded arms.

"H- Here, you can wait in the car and listen to something on the r- radio.", Izuku nervously suggested as he flipped through numerous stations. He eventually wound up finding the one he'd listen to Present Mic's talk show on, now replaced by his former classmate's constant jams. Kyoka Jiro took up that particular music position as a pro hero and Hikiyose tended to enjoy her songs from time to time. "Do good on the Entrance Exam, and I'll see if Kyoka has time freed up to meet with us over tea or s- something.", Izuku made a promise he prayed he'd be able to follow up on. The green haired man felt sweat beating off his forehead as he contemplated asking his wife to ask her for him.

"Really?! That'd be awesome, thanks daddy!", Hikiyose suddenly turned her frown upside down.

"What did I get myself into?", Izuku asked himself as he pulled into the parking lot of Fugu's store. "I'll be right back. Just keep, uh, jamming out.", he gave a shaky thumbs up with a nervous laugh per usual.

"Ah, Mr. Midoriya! It's great to see you again!", the chubby cashier greeted his customer with a hug.

"H- Hey Fugu, I- I t- told you to c- call me I- Izuku!", the green haired man stammered out as he returned the embrace with a pat on the fat man's back.

"With a suit and tie like that? You're Mr. Midoriya!", Fugu teased with a joking finger point.

"Th- Thanks Fugu, you flatter me. So, business is treating you well?", Izuku chuckled nervously.

"You must have missed the morning news! This place is gonna be packed with customers soon after they see this, I tell ya!", the store owner raised the volume on a mounted television via remote control.

"-a masked vigilante was caught on the street camera of a back alley-", a reporter provided commentary over grainy black & white footage of Izuku in his suit battling the quirk powered burglars. Midoriya's heart thumped heavily with each word as he watched the events of last night play out on live television.

"And that's not the only station!", Fugu revealed that every media outlet was covering the sudden arrival of a new vigilante as he flipped through numerous channels. Izuku gulped back a lump in his throat as he realized the crisis at hand. If anyone recognized him somehow, he would be immediately put in prison like any other criminal. "It was crazy, lemme tell ya! Three guys robbed my store and nearly made it outta here with my money! Then, THIS guy comes out of nowhere and lays a number on em!", Fugu excitedly shared information that Izuku already knew about.

"It.. It seems they want him arrested for vigilantism, ya know, the violation of-", Izuku began saying the same words as some reporter until Fugu cut him off.

"I don't care what anybody says! In my eyes, that guy's just as much a hero as any of the schmucks running around these days!", Fugu declared. Izuku couldn't help but smile upon hearing such a compliment, he even started to become teary eyed. The fact that someone was appreciative of his help meant the world to Izuku.

"Oi, you got something in your eye?", Fugu took notice of the water building up.

"YES! JUST SOME HAIR PARTICLES!", Izuku shouted a little too loud as he wiped the tears away.

When Midoriya finally returned to his car, he was shocked to hear Kyoka Jiro talking about the vigilante as well. "I think it's good that someone out there wants to make a difference despite not having a license. Maybe they just couldn't manage to get what they needed and this is how they're sharing their voice.", the woman used music as a metaphor in her standpoint.

"Dad, did you hear about the vigilante guy!?", Hikiyose shared the same enthusiasm Fugu had about Izuku's alter ego and it worried the father.

"Uh, yeah. Let's not listen to that too much.", Izuku quickly shot her down as he switched the station to some kind of old rock song.

"What? Why not? What's wrong with vigilantes?", Hikiyose wondered.

"Nothing!", Izuku shouted back a little too fast. "I mean.. uh, ask your mother.", he then stammered. The panicked father became relieved as he heard one of Hikiyose's favorite songs come on. "Listen, it's Everlong by Foo Fighters! You love this song!", Izuku shouted over the roaring music as he turned up the volume. Hikiyose seemed to forgot about vigilantes right away as she started singing along.

"If anything could ever be this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again! The only thing I'll ever ask of you, is to promise not to stop when I say when..", his daughter sang the lyrics word for word. The moment seemed to reflect on it as a warm beam radiated from the sun and glimmered into the car where Izuku held his daughter's hand while the other stayed on his steering wheel.

"And she sang..", Izuku sang the next lyric for his daughter before the melody took over. The rest of their drive seemed to go smoothly like the rhythmic beat.

"Alright honey.. remember, I'll be watching. O- OR, IF THAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS, TH- THEN DON'T REMEMBER THAT!", Izuku cursed himself for being so bad at giving pep talks.

"It's okay dad! I'll be fine!", Hikiyose giggled as she hugged her father.

"I know you can do it.", Izuku encouraged his daughter before the two broke apart. He watched as she walked towards the crowd of other children seeking to become heroes. The quirkless girl amongst powerful examinees, every one of them thriving to become the next generation of pro heroes.

…

END CHAPTER ONE

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

So, this is my first story doing these 'author note' type of endings. I noticed them in a few other fanfictions and I thought it would be a good way of reaching out every chapter rather than replying individually through private messages.

That being said, of course, I want to hear your thoughts! Please, leave some reviews for me! They motivate me more than anything else!

I feel like I'll get a lot of questions about where other Class 1-A students are and villains, ect. All I can say is that I've been planning this story ever since I started 'Have Fear, For I Am Here'. So, a lot of world building went into this project with a ton of notes and plans. I can't wait to spring what I have in store for you all, you aren't ready.

As for those of you who are wondering where the next chapter of 'Have Fear, For I Am Here' may be, don't worry, that'll be what I get written up for you next. I just wanted a change of pace from writing villain Deku and do something entirely different. I mean, this is loving father and vigilante Deku, two parallels for ya!

Okay, enough rambling! Until next time, when you meet other hero children and see if Hikiyose passes the Entrance Exam or not!

~MentalMind