My hero academia:Am I worthy?

"Hey, quirkless bastard!" someone shouted from the back of the classroom. It was easy to guess that this was directed at Izuku, who remained silent, suppressing his emotions. This was only the beginning.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" The voice grew more insistent and powerful. Izuku waited for one of the teachers to enter and disperse the crowd, but the miracle didn't happen, and the initiative was seized by other students.

"Look at his eyes; he couldn't even stand up to a street thug. Ha-ha, what are you, quirkless wonders, doing in places you're not allowed?" One of the girls insulted, hitting a nerve. They didn't know the whole truth, and Izuku was glad for that.

"Hey, scandalous star, did you think you got your moment of glory and now look down on the rest of us? Answer me, who am I talking to?" Katsuo shouted, gripping Izuku by the back of his shirt collar, trying to provoke a response.

"They won't stop. Let me teach them a lesson, and they'll never dare to look at you crookedly again," Venom whispered to him in a malicious tone, trying to improve the host's state in some way, but Izuku's will continued to suppress his inner desires.

"They can't know; otherwise, I'm finished," Izuku thought within his mind, irritating Venom, who merely snickered.

"Has he swallowed his tongue? Oh no, I know, he saved our teacher and thinks he's stronger and braver than us," said a boy with wings on his back. But one blond student grew tired of the silence from his quirkless classmate and decided to take more decisive measures to make him speak.

"You think you're a hero, huh, Deku? Look at yourself; you're just a scared little boy playing at being a hero, but you're not a hero; you're just a mistake of nature," Bakugo added. This was the last straw for Izuku. Waiting for the right moment to approach his desk, he suppressed his inner urges to avoid harming anyone. Finally, Bakugo activated his quirk, attempting to touch his shoulder, but Izuku firmly grabbed him by the forearm, preventing him from making contact.

"Look who found the courage to fight back," Bakugo said sarcastically, piercing through Izuku's soul with his gaze. When Bakugo tried to pull his hand away from Izuku's grip, he was surprised by the strength of the quirkless boy but didn't show it and, in his own way, decided to provoke him even further.

"Look who pumped up their biceps!" Bakugo's words were heard by everyone, and they began to support his mockery of Izuku. But what shocked them was the quirkless boy's response.

"I can show you my triceps if you want," Izuku said in a cold tone, to which Bakugo only laughed, further aggravating Izuku.

"Oh, I'm scared that the quirkless one will beat me up," Bakugo said sarcastically, but Izuku's grip was tightening, squeezing his forearm and causing him a slight but noticeable pain. Holding back, he forcefully shoved Bakugo aside, and he fell to the ground, losing his balance from the unexpected move by his long-time acquaintance.

"Yeah, he deserved that, but this is just the beginning," Venom sneered from within Izuku. Everyone was shocked by Midoirya's actions and could not believe he would do such a thing to his classmates.

"Enough from you, or do you want more?" Izuku taunted Bakugo, looking down at him, thus irritating the blond even more. Rising from the ground, Bakugo activated his quirk, exploding his palms and frightening his classmates, but Izuku just stood there, looking at his old friend with indifference.

"What are you waiting for, Kacchan, did you bite your tongue?" Izuku said in a sarcastic tone. But Bakugo wasn't in the mood for jokes. Katsuki lunged at Izuku with explosions, but Izuku grabbed his forearms, preventing the quirk from touching his body. Seeing Bakugo's shocked face, Izuku smiled slightly, putting his friend in an awkward position in front of their classmates. The spectacle was shocking; as much as Izuku didn't want to prolong this moment, he needed to finish this quickly before one of the teachers entered the classroom. He struck Bakugo with his forehead on the nose and kicked him in the stomach, sending him backward. Bakugo felt the blow to his ego and became even angrier at Deku's antics.

"You're dead meat, you bastard!" Bakugo glared at Izuku until Fuyumi entered the classroom.

"What's going on here?" Fuyumi walked in and, seeing the commotion between the students, felt guilty for what had happened. She tried to quickly break them apart to prevent the conflict from escalating. She helped Bakugo to his feet, offering her hand, which he took slowly as he stood up.

"Are you alright? No bruises?" she asked anxiously, looking at Izuku, confusion and bewilderment evident in his eyes. Katsuki merely grunted, seeing Fuyumi, and quickly released her hand, considering it a disgrace to accept help from a non-hero.

"Todoroki-san, he's fine, but Deku decided to start a fight," chimed in a girl who stood behind everyone, blending in with the crowd. Fuyumi, realizing that the truth could only be obtained from Izuku, decided to overlook this incident.

"Everyone to their seats, class will start soon," Fuyumi said quickly, heading to her own desk, her gaze lingering on Izuku. Many students grumbled in discontent but decided to remain quiet to avoid incurring the wrath of the cold princess of the Todoroki family.

Izuku looked at her but couldn't take his eyes off her calm and confident voice, which sounded warm yet had a hint of sternness. She often smiled at the class, and though he had only seen her a few times, he felt a warm sense of trust in her for defending him against their classmates. She was not lacking in beauty, but she did not try to seduce her students with revealing clothing. Everything was modestly restrained: black palazzo pants paired with a white cardigan, although her black turtleneck accentuated her figure, she skillfully concealed this with quick movements, not drawing attention to herself.

The lesson flew by quickly and engagingly. Although Fuyumi was a newcomer in education, her professionalism could be envied by seasoned teachers. She needed to gain experience, and like a true blacksmith, she forged her skills while her mind was hot with bright ideas.

Izuku diligently took notes throughout the lesson to avoid disappointing his mentor and good friend. Fuyumi understood that interaction with the class was progressing rather slowly; everyone was busy taking notes on her teachings, but there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm among the students. Seeing this, she would have to make an effort to bring all the students together into one cohesive and united class. But before she could start this process, she needed to thank Izuku for his selflessness. Just as she was about to finish her last sentence, the bell rang, and student conversations erupted like a forest fire.

"Izuku Midoriya, you will stay after class," Fuyumi announced, removing her glasses before the class. Most students were pleased with such a punishment, but Venom inside Izuku protested, saying that it was unfair to his host.

"She may be dazzlingly cold like December snow, but she has no right to treat us this way. She should be on our side! You saved her, and now she wants to repay you with this?" Venom grumbled within Izuku's mind, but Izuku calmed him, saying that she had her own personal motives for acting this way rather than punishing him for the incident with Bakugo.

"Calm down; I think she wants to talk to me privately rather than punish me. Compared to other teachers, she has her own charisma that attracts me," Izuku logically concluded, slightly tensing his right eye, which bore a bruise left by a muscle from the previous day.

"Ha, that's what you need, Deku," Katsuo said with a smirk, watching as Izuku stood up and grabbed his backpack from the floor.

"Maybe I should teach him a lesson? I don't like how he looked down on us throughout the lesson," Venom said with particular malice, attempting to break free from Izuku's body, but by Izuku's will, that didn't happen.

"Hmmm, I find her lessons interesting, even though her explanations are sometimes quite straightforward. But due to her charisma, she has captivated me," Venom said ominously, raising Izuku's alertness to the danger of the entire situation. Taking a deep breath, Izuku headed towards his locker, where his necessary notebooks for the next lesson were located.

As he walked through the monotonous school corridors, Izuku kept glancing out the window, watching as lonely raindrops pooled on the glass, racing downward and outpacing one another. The dark clouds loomed over, ruining the good mood of springtime, and finally reaching his locker, he stumbled upon haughty looks and whispers between students aimed at him.

"It's him, the infamous quirkless one!"

"Ha, he's the reckless student in our school!"

"Quirkless idiot!"

"Where did he get that bandage on his eye?"

"Crazy!"

Various opinions about Izuku Midoriya swirled around his quirklessness and his recent act of heroism, as well as his green hair, which was hard to miss.

"It annoys me how everyone is looking at us," Izuku endured, but he understood that every patience has its limits, and it would only take a moment for him to stop holding back his personal vendetta against his classmates.

Opening his locker, Izuku retrieved his notebooks. He barely managed to close the locker door when someone forcefully shut it behind him, creating a dull thud of metal against metal.

"So, who do we have here, the scandalous star who, having gained fame, thinks everyone else is just dirt beneath his feet?" Katsuo sneered, piercing Izuku with his gaze. Izuku frowned in response, staring fearlessly at the school bully.

"I don't know what you think of yourself, Katsuo, but I never wanted this popularity. I did what I thought was right," Izuku replied coolly, prompting Katsuo's friends to snicker.

"Ha, just what we needed!"

"You're cowardly, Midoriya, don't meddle where you're not wanted. Your quirkless backside is an eyesore in our class!" He raised his fist to strike, but Izuku seized him by the arm and collar, forcefully pinning him against the locker, drawing everyone's attention. Katsuo was shocked, but thanks to his reputation, he decided to turn the situation to his advantage, further tarnishing Midoriya's name.

"An eyesore? Try using some eye drops, Katsuo!" Izuku released the bully, and the other students, seeing how the nerd put the troublemaker in his place, quietly laughed to avoid attracting attention.

"Where's your kindness, Deku? You should be kinder to people, Midoriya," Katsuo said seriously. Feeling the laughter from students behind him, he chose not to attack Midoriya while everyone was watching.

"Looking for kindness, Katsuo? Then you should head to the nearest temple," Izuku said and walked away, leaving Katsuo stunned by his daring response. Midoriya, placing his hand in his pocket, called out to him one last time.

"Don't think I'll let your insolence slide, Midoriya!" Katsuo shouted, watching Izuku's retreating figure.

Classes flew by quickly, and the rain continued to pour as if from a bucket, refusing to stop for any reason, heightening the already unpleasant atmosphere in the classroom. Darkness, despair, and hopelessness merged into a singular entity, forming heavy memories of Kouta, who had unjustly perished, giving Izuku time to counterattack the villains he had coldly killed in the name of Kouta's death. But could he deal with them without killing them, only severely injuring them? No, they would still break free and commit horrific acts; if they were ready to kill a child, they would be ready for a massacre. Izuku pondered this as he went through lesson after lesson, hour after hour, torturing his mind with thoughts about whether he had acted correctly in killing those villains so brutally. They were villains, yes, but who was he to decide whether they should live or die?

"If human lives are so important, then you've done them a service by freeing society from parasites like them," Venom said from within the host, absorbing information through Izuku's eyes, who was currently reading a textbook, going through the assigned paragraph.

"It's a responsibility, Eddie. I killed them, and now their deaths weigh on my shoulders, even though they were villains. They could have changed and contributed positively to society," Izuku's response did not satisfy Venom, who continued to argue with his host.

"Ha, and you think they can change? People are incapable of changing once they've tasted blood, and once in a fury, they will continue to kill, forcing sons, mothers, and fathers to mourn," Izuku had no answers for the arguments, and with a more menacing voice, Venom pressed Izuku to convince him that he had acted correctly toward them.

"You saw the heroine mourning Kouta. Didn't you feel the pain she experienced? Such a fate awaits anyone if you choose to spare the lives of such murderers," the lesson continued as Fuyumi shared interesting details about stories that Izuku and Venom listened to eagerly, but between them, real debates were taking place that did not cease despite Fuyumi's voice.

"You acted that way because you thought it was necessary, Izuku. Your inner desires led you to compromise by killing them. You can't hide from that; I saw and heard how they whispered to you, and you acted on it," Venom continued to bombard his host with facts, forcing him to accept the gravity of the situation.

"A hero should not kill out of vengeance. If this continues, they will be right to call me a masked avenger," Izuku countered Venom's arguments, but he didn't relent, continuing to bombard him with facts.

"That's true, but don't feel guilty. Guilt, like a parasite, will continue to consume you within your mind until you are completely broken," Venom concluded.

"It's not that easy to accept, Eddie. While we may have power, my duty as a hero is to protect people, not to kill villains. I killed them for Kouta, but I was overwhelmed by my emotions and desires. I couldn't resist them; I let it happen," Izuku argued, sitting silently before Fuyumi.

"Guilt will haunt you as long as you pay attention to it. Accept it and promise yourself that you won't succumb to your emotions," Venom said with a hint of concern. No matter how alien a parasite he was, the host's mind and the emotions he experienced directly influenced him. Experiencing positive emotions made Venom feel much better with his host, strengthening their bond, and it also worked the other way around. If the host felt emotions like sadness, despair, and longing, Venom would do everything he could to encourage Izuku to avoid spoiling their connection.

"Thank you, Eddie, you've really helped me," Izuku said with a warm smile, looking at Fuyumi.

"Don't forget to complete the homework on page 89, and please do not copy from open sources," she added as the final bell rang for the day. The rain continued to pour down with even greater intensity, hiding the sun beyond the horizon.

"You all may leave, but Izuku Midoriya will stay after class," Fuyumi declared, not breaking her gaze from Izuku, who looked at her with confusion, his expression cold and calculating.

"I feel sorry for you, Deku."

"Another day, another trouble for Midoriya."

"I hope they give you a good punishment, Midoriya."

All the words directed at him accumulated his anger, and looking at Fuyumi, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was in cahoots with them, deciding to ridicule him just like people on the internet and his classmates. With anger and sadness, he glared at his desk, burning it with his hateful gaze. When the last student left the classroom, closing the door behind them, Fuyumi rose from her teacher's desk and slowly approached him. In a cold tone, just like her quirk, she asked:

"Why?" Sitting at his desk and lowering his head, he heard her footsteps stop, and Fuyumi sat on the front desk, turning her head towards Izuku.

"So this is what they call you, Deku? And what happened to your eye, Izuku?" He still didn't raise his gaze, refusing to meet her concerned brown eyes.

"What does that have to do with my punishment?" Izuku quickly replied, recalling the bruise on his right eye that he had been hiding from her.

Taking a deep breath, Fuyumi realized that she wouldn't get any answers from Izuku, and he was feeling the sense of betrayal that recent events had shown him: the incident in the store, the bullying online calling for Midoriya's cancellation, and the TV show with Re-Destro, where he had indirectly slandered him in front of the audience. She understood that Izuku could explode at any moment and tried to calm him down, but she struggled to do so.

"You see, I know what you're going through and I want to help you, Izuku."

Izuku sat there, his breath quickening due to the accumulated emotions from the past week of being a hero, but he couldn't share this with Fuyumi, even if he trusted her deeply. Taking a deep breath, feeling the tension around him, Fuyumi tried to navigate the minefield, but she struggled to get any closer to Izuku.

"Help? I can't shake the feeling that you want to do the same thing they did!" Izuku said, raising his voice and standing up, spreading his arms in front of Fuyumi, who was taken aback by his outburst yet continued to listen to what he had to say, accumulated over the week he had been absent from school.

"Everyone looks down on me even when I haven't done anything to them! I just wanted to follow my dream like everyone else, but what did I get? Quirkless! Undeserving! A disgrace! That's what I faced! Why, when I saved you, did you say, 'You're quirkless?'" All the pent-up anger he felt erupted at Fuyumi, who was shocked by his outburst. Looking at her, Fuyumi now realized that Izuku was craving attention, overwhelmed by the negativity that had accumulated not in dozens but in thousands every day since he existed.

"I… I lost my way back then. I thought it wasn't worth risking your life for me. It's my fault, Izuku, I'm sorry," Fuyumi said, lowering her head in shame, realizing that if she hadn't been caught by the villain's dirty attack, Izuku wouldn't have become a victim of online bullying. Trying to calm her anger, Izuku practiced breathing exercises to regain his composure but then realized the mistake he had made by raising his voice at Fuyumi.

"Open the bandage and tell me who did this and how it happened. Maybe I can help you, Izuku!" Fuyumi's words echoed in his mind. Feeling distrust toward her, he lowered his head, hiding the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes. She was the first to speak to him in a friendly tone, but why? Why did she do this? What goals was she pursuing by helping him?

"Why, when everyone turns away from me, do you stand by my side? I am a quirkless nobody, a waste of air in society, a disgrace that cannot be washed away. Why? Why do you want to help me after this?" Izuku said, barely holding back tears, but he managed to control them in front of her, trying not to dramatize his tragedy. Everyone avoided him, but she stood by him, which made him wary: would she exploit him for her unknown purposes?

Taking a deep breath, Fuyumi looked at Izuku, who was on the brink of his emotions, and realizing that her lie would lead to disaster, she decided to share the truth about her intentions, which she had carefully hidden from everyone, even her parents.

"If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" Fuyumi stood up from her chair, and when she tried to touch him, he fiercely recoiled, avoiding contact with her, trying to protect himself from a foreign threat.

"…" Izuku didn't answer, merely staring intently into her eyes, which expressed sympathy for him. Understanding the danger of the situation, Fuyumi didn't hesitate and laid everything out plainly.

"Before I begin with my main purpose, I want to tell you something." Gathering her confidence and clenching her fists, she looked at him with a determined gaze.

"The reason I came here is for work, but I have always wanted to help and save people, like my father or my older brother. But I understood that I'm not cut out for hero work, and I chose to go a different route." Fuyumi paused and lowered her gaze, staring at her hands.

"I knew that heroes save people from villains, but heroes solve problems that are outside, not those that are internal. Observing this, I realized that villains don't become that way by choice." Izuku was surprised to hear her words, and he continued to listen with interest to her motivations. Though it was uncomfortable for Fuyumi to admit this to herself in front of someone, she was willing to overcome her shame to help Izuku.

"When I was in school, I witnessed bullying in our class directed at one boy. He was a good boy with a heteromorphic quirk that turned his head into a fish drop. I admit he wasn't the most pleasant-looking person, but he worked hard and studied well. But…" Venom, who was listening to her motivations, became intrigued, as he didn't expect her to be so open with her host.

"But due to his quirk, he was often laughed at and ridiculed, and one day I saw him in the school storage room, where he was crying. There was a tradition at school that stated whoever helps him would be tainted and become just like him—a 'freak.'" Hearing Fuyumi's story, Izuku believed her, but the puzzle was still incomplete, and many pieces were missing.

"Did you help him?" Izuku asked hopefully, looking at Fuyumi, but her response was different: guilt flooded her face, and unable to hide her shame, she lowered her head, unwilling to meet Izuku's gaze.

"No. I haven't always been like this. I felt terrible about it when I saw him alone and crying, but I was afraid to help and support him. I ignored him. The moment he saw me, his eyes were shining with tears, and for the first time, he looked at me with hope, but I closed the door, leaving him alone in the storage room. I don't know, but I think I became the last straw in his patience." Venom commented on her story, which was quite sad considering he was a good person who might have met good people.

"The next day, he was found hanged at home. I could have helped him; perhaps he would have survived if I had helped him that day, but I didn't, and I chose to ignore it." Hearing her story, Izuku, along with Venom, was shocked by her actions, and he wanted to ask her a question, but she immediately interrupted him.

"Before you ask questions, please listen to me." Fuyumi whispered, still keeping her gaze lowered. Izuku agreed, merely letting out a quiet sigh.

— When I heard about this, I was shocked and felt an incredible sense of guilt. I realized that inaction has its consequences. I lived with the heavy burden of knowing that if I had helped him in that desperate moment, he would be alive and could have helped many people. But now he is gone because of me. — It pained Fuyumi to recall such a shameful moment in her life. Remembering what could have happened to Izuku, she feared she would repeat that story. But seeing Izuku today, she felt incredibly happy. Even though she saw him with a bandage over his eye, and despite her cold demeanor, she was proud of her student, even though guilt consumed her.

— After that, I understood that I had to address the problems of the people right here, — she pointed to her head and heart with her index finger.

— I researched this topic, and the results were worse than I had anticipated. Over 53% of children experience bullying, and most of them die young, unaware of their own significance. When I heard that you were quirkless, I became alarmed upon seeing the statistics showing that 95% of teenagers without quirks die before reaching 18 years old. I decided to support you because it is my duty as a teacher. — Fuyumi raised her head and saw Izuku with a sad expression, who continued to listen to her revelations despite their length.

— I promised myself to help students facing bullying, and it mostly occurs in families with average incomes. What kind of teacher am I if I cannot help children? If you think I came into this profession solely for the money, then you are mistaken, Izuku. — Izuku believed her and knew about her noble heritage, which was well-known throughout Japan.

— You have no idea how happy I was to see you safe. I'm sorry if you thought I took your rescue for granted. I may seem very cold at first glance, but I am always honest with those close to me, — Fuyumi replied, spreading her arms wide for a hug. An unseen force pulled Izuku into her embrace, and the distance between him and Fuyumi was quickly closed. Izuku clung to her, hugging her as tightly as he could. He was shorter than her, and she rested her head against his hair, sharing her warmth with him. Tears of happiness filled the corners of Izuku's eyes, grateful for her honesty and glad that he now had someone who cared for him not out of pity, but out of a sense of duty.

— Thank you, Fuyumi-san, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to do that. It's just that so much has built up over these days, and I… I… — on the last word, Izuku hesitated, contemplating whether to reveal his alternate identity, but Fuyumi interrupted him.

— Shhh, Izuku, please accept my warmth. I am also at fault with you. I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner. From now on, I will always be honest with you, — she whispered as Izuku pressed even tighter into her embrace. The scent of her perfume drove him wild; the gentle aroma of strawberries with soft notes of cream and vanilla made her seem like an enchanting woman. Breathing in deeper, Izuku did not want to let her go, wishing to hold her longer, not moving away from her by even an inch. Fuyumi understood that Izuku had accepted her into his life and did not want to interrupt such a moment for him.

Izuku quietly inhaled her scent, feeling how the soft, barely perceptible fragrance of strawberries with vanilla and cream enveloped him like a warm blanket on a cold night. He closed his eyes, trying to memorize this feeling of coziness and tranquility, which rarely visited his soul. Her arms, gently embracing him, were warm, as if they were trying to convey to him the warmth he had been deprived of for so long.

Every touch from Fuyumi was filled with genuine care. Her fingers lightly stroked his back, as if assuring him that everything would be alright. Her breathing, measured and calm, could be felt against his temple, soothing his racing heart. Izuku didn't want this moment to end.

He pressed against her even tighter, feeling the tension gradually leaving his body. The world beyond this classroom, filled with hatred and disdain, seemed distant and insignificant now. All that mattered was the warmth of her embrace and the words she had whispered to him.

— Thank you… — he whispered softly, afraid to disrupt the fragility of the moment.

Fuyumi slightly tilted her head, her soft, silky hair brushing against his cheek. Her voice sounded soothing:

— You are not alone, Izuku. And you will never be alone.

Her words penetrated deep into his heart. He never thought someone could care for him so sincerely, especially after everything that had happened. Her voice, full of warmth and confidence, seemed to dissolve the walls he had built around himself for so long.

Izuku felt a lightness in his chest, as if the stone that had been pressing on his heart was starting to melt away. He slowly loosened his arms but couldn't break away from her gaze. Fuyumi's eyes looked at him with such sincerity that he felt embarrassed.

— You smell… so nice, — he mumbled, lowering his gaze.

Fuyumi smiled, slightly blushing at his words.

— It's just perfume, Izuku, — she replied with a gentle smile.

— No, — he looked up, trying to find the right words. — It's not just the perfume. It's you.

Her cheeks turned even redder, but she said nothing, only lightly touched his hand as if confirming that everything was alright.

Izuku felt a bit more confident. He pulled back just a little to see her face fully and whispered:

— Thank you for being you… and for being like this.

Fuyumi smiled wider, her fingers tightening around his palm, conveying warmth and support.

— I will always be here, Izuku. Just trust me.

Izuku nodded, feeling something new ignite within him — hope. Hope that perhaps not everything was lost, that maybe he still had someone who understood and accepted him as he was.

Fuyumi released her arms from around Izuku and knelt down to his level, placing her hand on his shoulder and gazing into his emerald eyes.

— Izuku, thank you for saving me. In gratitude for this, my family wants to invite you to dinner tonight. It's your choice, and if you have more important matters, we will understand, — Fuyumi said, warmly smiling at him.

— Don't miss this perfect opportunity, Izuku. This is our chance, — Venom whispered to him, but Izuku would never refuse a delicious dinner, and Venom would only be happy to see a feast before his eyes.

— Can I go with you? — Izuku blushed at his own words, awkwardly smiling and scratching the back of his head from the embarrassment of what he had just said. Seeing how charming Izuku became when he felt awkward, Fuyumi quietly chuckled as she ruffled his hair.

— Of course, Izuku, and I will have many opportunities to learn about you. — Standing up, Fuyumi placed her hands on his shoulders and spoke sincerely.

— You are strong, Izuku, much stronger than you think. You've proven to me that being a hero is not just a profession, but a spirit that resides in each of us, — Fuyumi said with care. Izuku's chest swelled with pride at her praise. For the first time in his life, he felt someone was praising him, and it felt new and warm coming from someone he had known for only three days but whom he trusted deeply. For the first time, Izuku found a spoonful of honey in a barrel of tar.

— Hm, I underestimated her. I was wrong about her. She truly is a heroine who saves lives, — Venom concluded, observing how Izuku's mind filled with warm feelings toward Fuyumi. For the first time, he had a friend who didn't care about his quirklessness.

— You are a hero, Izuku. You are my hero.

Next chapter

The Truth About the Hado Family