It was a lovely, hot, summer day and the sun was smiling down at the mortals that were enjoying the weak breeze of the wind in the city that was called Musutafu.
In that day Izuku was sitting on the swivel chair, his smile gleaming in the dark room. He rocked back and forth, practically screaming enthusiasm. His pupils wide, surveying every detail of the computer in front of him.
"Mommy, mommy!" Little Izuku cheered, captivated by the screen. "Again, again!" His tiny body swaying with a cadence that reflected his energy level. His name ment puppet and he looked exactly like a pretty puppet. His face was small white and thin , also very much freckled, his mouth was small but he had big eyes , that looked green in some lights and moods and green-gray in others. A good observer could notice that his big eyes were full of spirit, hope, admiration and vivacity, that his mouth was sweet-lipped and expresive, that on his face you could see the excitement written all over it.
"Please, one more time mommy?" The younger Midoriya begged, tears welling up in his green eyes. Inko took one look at his expression and her resolve crumbled.
"Fine, but last time ok?" She asserted. Izuku nodded, although being the little kid he was, he was a bit upset that he didn't get to push the button. His mom always let him push the buttons when they went in an elevator, so why not now? She always pushed the button for the All Might video and it kinda made him feel like he was using her. She had to stand and watch with him when he got computer time and he always needed her to press the buttons. Maybe she didn't even want to watch the video? She was just standing there and it made him feel bad. He was old enough to press the button himself, so why didn't he?
Inko, his mother also had also green hair and eyes, but on her face you could see all the worries she tried to keep away from her son, hoping that he wouldn't realise the actual reason that his father left. She was not aware of her son's musings and proceeded to push the key anyways. But just before the green haired woman could touch the keyboard, her finger felt a warm twitching sensation that stopped it in its tracks. It was not as pale as it usually was, now a glowing shade of red. She stared at her hand for what may have been a minute or solely a few seconds, she could never recall it, but it was enough time for a young Izuku to become impatient and decide that since he was given an opportunity to do good, he should take action! Just like a hero!
If he had looked at his mom, he would have seen the almost invisible green glow that was being emitted from her throbbing finger was the same as the one that was shining brighter from the key that he had just tapped on his mother's keyboard. The next thing he knew, the key had melted and had risen into the air. The melted plastic was hovering above Izuku's head. The video of the number one hero commenced, but for once, Izuku chose to disregard it in favor of something that needed attention. His mom was too fixated on her digit and the strange, but not painful, feeling of blood moving to notice the flying plastic until her son cried. The sphere of her attention directly shifted as she took in her son's wailing and the melted plastic floating in the air. The video had concluded by then, but she and Izuku both couldn't bring themselves to care. She felt bewildered. So was he, but being a four-year-old child; he perceived it conversely.
"Mommy, mommy, you think this is my quirk?!" Izuku squealed. The black substance darted towards his mother. Normally, Inko Midoriya would have commented; but this was not a normal day. On this day, Inko Midoriya could only nod.
This was the day that Midoriya Izuku began his quest to become a hero. Since than years had gone as fast as the wind.
~It's me, Bianca! I hope you like the chapter~
