AN: Hey guys I'm back, sorry for the wait. I'm okay now but no chapter for tomorrow tho
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Two Months Before the U.A. Entrance Exam
Midoriya's POV
The sun bled gold across the sky, streaking the clouds with warm fire as the day prepared to die. Down on Dagobah Beach, where rusted washing machines, jagged bikes, and broken fridges littered the sand like forgotten memories, a lone figure dragged another piece of scrap into the growing junk pile.
Izuku Midoriya's breathing came in ragged gasps, sweat dripping down his face, arms trembling as he forced the fridge upright and gave it one final push.
Thunk.
He staggered back and nearly collapsed, catching himself on a cracked chair frame. His green eyes blinked through the haze of exhaustion.
"That's the last of it…" he whispered.
From nearby, a familiar, deep voice called out. "Young Midoriya."
Izuku turned. All Might stood there, arms crossed, his broad silhouette outlined by the setting sun. Despite the disguise of his casual clothes, the presence of the Number One Hero was impossible to miss.
"You've gone above and beyond," All Might said, his voice laced with pride. "Every morning, every evening—rain or shine, you've shown up. Your progress… it's incredible."
Midoriya wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to stand taller, even as his legs wobbled beneath him. "I… I had to. I want to be ready. I need to be ready."
All Might smiled. Not the showy, dazzling grin the world knew—but a smaller, gentler one.
"You are."
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out something strange.
A single, golden strand of hair.
Midoriya blinked. "Wait, is that…?"
"Yes," All Might said, stepping closer. "Eat this."
Izuku recoiled. "Eat it?!"
All Might nodded seriously. "It's how you'll inherit my quirk—One For All."
Midoriya stared, the weight of the moment crashing over him. His whole life—every journal scribble, every heroic daydream—had led to this. He looked at the hair in disbelief, then back at All Might.
"I'll do it," he said, voice steady.
And with a deep breath, he ate the hair.
He gagged.
All Might winced. "Sorry. Should've wrapped it in something."
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Unseen From a Distance — Shin Karasuma's POV
Perched on a crumbling ledge atop a dilapidated building, Shin Karasuma crouched in silence. The shadows cloaked him as the sun dipped below the horizon.
His storm-colored eyes glowed faintly. Below, he watched it unfold—the final fridge, the proud mentor, the hair-eating moment.
Lightning fizzled quietly beneath his skin, a subtle static buzz riding his nerves.
So it's true.
He'd suspected it for weeks. The strange way All Might appeared around Midoriya. The subtle tension, the secret training. And now, confirmation.
Midoriya was inheriting One For All.
But what struck Shin wasn't jealousy—it was respect.
His friend hadn't been handed the power blindly. He had earned it—inch by grueling inch.
You're stronger than you know, Deku, Shin thought, standing as the breeze tousled his dark hair. His figure shimmered briefly in the dying light before he vanished into the rooftops, a soft crackle of electricity left in his wake.
Now let's see how far you'll go.
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Three Weeks Later
Midoriya's POV
Waves crashed like cannon blasts against the beach. Wind whipped sand into the air, stinging his skin as Izuku Midoriya stood before a rusted metal drum.
The target.
He clenched his fist. Focused. He could feel the quirk in his core—a massive, burning engine constantly threatening to overheat.
"All Might said just one percent," he reminded himself. "Control, not power."
He pulled back his arm.
"SMASH—!"
The punch tore through the air.
The drum exploded into shrapnel. A crater tore through the beach behind it, sand flying like a mini sandstorm.
Midoriya yelped as the recoil blasted him backward. He tumbled across the sand, landing flat with a wheeze.
"...Owww," he groaned, staring up at the sky.
His arm was red and smoking. Not broken, but close. He sat up slowly, unrolling the bandages from the emergency kit All Might insisted he carry.
"Still too much," he muttered, wrapping his arm. "But I'm learning."
He gritted his teeth. The power was there—raw, terrifying, magnificent. But that wasn't enough.
"I need to master it. Or it'll master me."
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High Above – Shin's POV
From atop a telephone pole a few blocks away, Shin watched the explosion ripple across the beach. His eyes narrowed.
He saw the stumble. The pain. The frustration.
But also—the resolve.
Midoriya stood again.
That was enough.
Shin smirked faintly and turned, his lightning leaving faint scorch marks on the metal as he disappeared into the night.
You've got the spark, Deku. Now burn bright.
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Morning of the U.A. Entrance Exam
The sun rose bright and bold, spilling warmth over Musutafu City. The air buzzed with energy as hopeful students poured into the courtyard outside U.A. High.
Shin Karasuma stood near the edge, his dark hoodie pulled up slightly, hands buried in his pockets. His emerald-streaked eyes scanned the building—not with awe, but with calculation.
This is it.
Yuki Takamine's voice shattered his thoughts like a sonic boom.
"SHIIIN~!"
She sprinted over, her spiky strawberry-blonde ponytail bouncing with each step. "We're really doing this, huh?! Time to blow up the scoreboard!"
"Please don't literally blow anything up," came Shiro Hanabusa's quiet voice, barely above the crowd's hum.
He drifted behind her like a ghost—pale skin, silvery-white hair, and unreadable gray eyes.
Toma Nishida arrived last, stretching with a loud yawn. "Mornin'… barely slept. Had a dream I was already a top hero. Woke up to reality. Bummer."
"You snored through class," Yuki accused, jabbing a thumb his way.
"That's called multitasking," Toma replied coolly.
Shin chuckled. The tightness in his chest eased. His friends were here.
Then—
"Deku!"
The voice cracked like thunder.
Katsuki Bakugou shoved his way past, his glare locked on Izuku Midoriya, who had just arrived in a sharp, clean uniform.
Midoriya didn't flinch.
He stood tall now, shoulders squared. His body was leaner, stronger. The aura around him had shifted—not cocky, but confident.
"Bakugou," he said calmly.
Bakugou sneered but didn't respond. He stalked off toward the building.
Yuki blinked. "Wait. Did Bakugou not explode at him?"
Toma rubbed his eyes. "Am I still dreaming?"
"Look at Deku's arms," Yuki added, squinting. "He's totally buff now."
"Been training harder than any of us," Shiro murmured.
Shin said nothing, but he nodded slightly as Midoriya passed by. Midoriya returned the gesture with a subtle smile.
No words. Just mutual respect.
Then—
"YEEEEAAAAHHH, STUDENTS!" Present Mic's voice boomed across the courtyard, nearly rattling windows.
"It's time to kick off the U.A. Entrance Exam!"
Yuki pumped her fists. "LET'S GO!"
"Can I nap during the robots part?" Toma asked dryly.
"Only if you want to get flattened," Shiro replied.
Shin stepped forward with his friends beside him. Every step brought him closer to the future he'd fought for. The one he'd dreamed of since he first sparked with power.
Time to show the world what we're made of.