My hero academia:Am I worthy?

The rain poured from the heavens as if someone had breached the celestial dam, unleashing a relentless torrent upon the earth. Heavy, dense droplets rhythmically drummed on the rooftops, cascading from the eaves in crystalline streams that pooled into puddles, expanding like lakes. Each puddle reflected the chaotic flashes of lightning, shattering under the new assaults of raindrops, as if eager to tell its own story.

The air was thick with dampness and coolness, and the wind, like a mischievous boy, tossed the rain's streams into the faces of passersby, causing them to squint and pull their hoods tighter. The asphalt glistened, as if coated in a layer of black glass, mirroring the rare streetlights and the silhouettes of the few pedestrians. Amidst the symphony of rain, two figures moved, shielding themselves with umbrellas, yet no matter how much protection they had, their clothes still soaked through, drenched by the relentless downpour, wrapping the lower fabric of their trousers in uncomfortable droplets.

"Are you planning to bring them a gift?" Venom asked with curiosity, recalling the etiquette rules he had read, which dictated that it was disrespectful to visit someone without a gift, especially a family as esteemed as the Todorokis. Understanding Venom's words, Izuku cast a puzzled glance at Fuyumi.

"Um, Fuyumi-san, perhaps on the way home, I could stop somewhere for a gift for your family?" She smiled at the gesture from her student and decided to share her family's preferences.

"Well, my younger brother Shoto loves soba, Natsuo enjoys ice cream, and Toya is also crazy about vanilla ice cream. Mom loves tending to flowers, and Dad simply enjoys it when we gather for a family dinner." As Fuyumi listed each family member's preference, Izuku felt an internal bewilderment that for the family of Japan's number one hero, these were ordinary likes. He had imagined that a family at the pinnacle of the hero society would be some sort of aristocracy, but this was an unusual family, albeit with its own human preferences.

"I hope I have enough money for the gifts?" Venom whispered, watching Izuku enter a regular supermarket.

"I should have enough; it's just that flowers might pose a problem—where would I find them on such a rainy day?" Panic washed over Izuku's mind, and Venom suggested what was on his mind, something Izuku was reluctant to acknowledge.

"Isn't that cemetery where you bought flowers for your mother before we met the ideal place to buy flowers, Izuku?" Although he understood the hopelessness of the situation, he accepted that the place was not far from their location. Entering the store with Fuyumi, he headed toward the frozen goods section for ice cream.

Izuku walked slowly along the ice cream display, carefully examining the cases. His gaze fell on several plastic containers of vanilla ice cream, and as he shuffled through different brands, he picked one up, studying the ingredients.

"Fuyumi-san, do you think Toya-nii-san would like this?" Fuyumi's face lit up at the sight of the ice cream Izuku had chosen, and she nodded eagerly.

"Toya loves vanilla; however, it's hard to choose for Natsuo—he likes chocolate and caramel." Closing the freezer door, Izuku began searching for caramel-flavored ice cream. He wanted to meet Fuyumi's expectations, trying to select suitable gifts for her family without disappointing her, especially since she had confided her goals and anxieties to him, showing a level of care he hadn't felt since Inko's death.

Just as he reached for a box of caramel ice cream, quiet yet biting whispers nearby caught his attention. The voices grew louder, and soon several people standing at the end of the aisle began to speak openly.

"Look, it's that quirkless Izuku Midoriya," proclaimed one man with a mocking smile, pointing a finger at Izuku.

"Yeah, the loser hero who sticks his nose where it's not wanted," another chimed in, disdainfully snorting as he burned a gaze into Izuku, who refused to look their way.

"Right, and then he dares to feel hurt that no one appreciates him," added a woman from their group, arms crossed over her chest.

Izuku froze, clutching the ice cream box in his hands. He was prepared for such attacks, but now, with Fuyumi nearby, he felt particularly vulnerable. He wanted to say something, but the words stuck in his throat.

"Do you even realize that he's a disgrace to all heroes?" the first man continued. "Re-Destro is a thousand times right when he says that people like him only hinder society's development."

Izuku wanted to take a step back, but suddenly felt Fuyumi step in front of him, shielding him with her presence. Her gaze, usually soft and calm, turned cold and resolute.

"Isn't that shameful?" Her voice rang firm, despite the outward calm. Fuyumi had always been kind to people, but not to mockery, understanding the consequences it might bring. It was a miracle that Izuku remained alive, not having taken his own life from all the attacks from people who didn't even know who he was.

"Are you so proud of your idol that you stoop to insulting my student?" She didn't show her irritation, but her tone made it clear she wasn't about to back down.

The man who initiated the conversation frowned.

"A student? He's just a burden. How could he even think he's capable of becoming a hero?"

"He's done more than you ever will in your life," Fuyumi shot back sharply, her voice rising.

"Do you even understand that you're standing here insulting someone who risks himself for others?"

"Ha, for others?" the woman scoffed. "More like for his stupid pride. He just wants to be noticed."

Fuyumi stepped forward, her gaze growing even more serious.

"Who gave you the right to judge him? What have you done for society except stand in a store and throw around empty words?"

Izuku stood behind her, feeling his face flush with embarrassment and gratitude. Fuyumi wasn't just defending him—she spoke with such fervor that even Re-Destro's supporters seemed to lose their confidence.

"If you have complaints, you can express them publicly and civilly," she continued, her eyes flashing. "But I won't allow you to humiliate my student in front of everyone."

The crowd fell silent. One of the men mumbled something incoherent and turned away, pretending to examine a nearby shelf.

"Let's go, Izuku," Fuyumi said gently, taking his hand. "We're done here."

Izuku looked at her, unsure of what to say. Her defense, her words—they touched him deeply. He wanted to thank her, but all he could manage was a quiet,

"Thank you…"

As Izuku followed Fuyumi, clutching the ice cream boxes in his hands, the rain continued to batter against the windows, intensifying the anxious atmosphere. His thoughts swirled around what had just happened. Why did she stand up for him? She could have simply remained silent. It wasn't her problem; it was his own burden to bear alone.

They stopped at the checkout, and while Fuyumi laid out the purchases on the conveyor belt, Izuku couldn't hold back:

"Fuyumi-san… why did you do that?" His voice came out slightly louder than a whisper, trying not to draw anyone else's attention except hers.

She turned her head, looking at him intently, as if trying to understand what he meant.

"What do you mean, Izuku?" she asked, placing the last ice cream container on the conveyor.

He averted his gaze, staring at his rain-soaked red sneakers.

"It's not your problem. Those people… their words… It's not something you should have to listen to. Why did you intervene? I could have handled it myself."

Fuyumi paused for a moment, but then slowly stepped closer and looked him in the eyes, tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze.

"Do you really think so?" Her voice was soft, but there was sadness in it.

Izuku bit his lip, trying not to meet her gaze.

"Yes… these are my problems. I'm used to it. People have always treated me this way. Why waste your time on it?"

She sighed, tilting her head slightly, as if pondering how best to respond.

"Izuku," she began, her voice growing a little more serious. "Do you think you should bear this alone just because you're used to no one supporting you?"

He nodded slowly.

"Yeah. It's normal. It's my burden, not yours." She silently watched him for several seconds, then shook her head, realizing how dire Izuku's mental situation was.

"It's not normal, Izuku. No one should endure such treatment, especially someone who gives themselves for others. You can say as much as you want that you'll manage on your own, but that doesn't make their words right. I can't stand by and silently watch someone being humiliated, especially you."

Izuku lifted his gaze to her, surprised by her words. No one had ever spoken to him in such a way, especially about him, who had never been accepted by anyone.

"Especially me? Why?" Her face flushed slightly, but she didn't look away.

"Because you're a good person, Izuku. And you deserve someone by your side who believes in you, who will support you when you need it. Even if you haven't realized it yet."

He didn't know what to say. Fuyumi's words penetrated deep into his heart, exposing something he had long tried to hide—his own desire to be accepted, to be protected, to feel that he wasn't alone, even for once.

"But you don't have to…" he muttered quietly. She smiled gently, trying to avoid dragging others into his problems.

"It's not about obligation. It's my choice. Because I know what kind of person you are, and I'm proud of you."

Her words hung in the air as if the rain paused for a moment, giving way to their conversation. Izuku felt his heart race. He no longer knew how to react, but in that moment, he suddenly realized that Fuyumi was genuinely sincere. Her words were not spoken lightly.

When they stepped out of the store into the unrelenting rain, Izuku no longer thought he had to manage everything alone. For the first time in a long while, he felt that someone was truly by his side—not out of obligation, but by choice.

As they walked under the pouring rain, Izuku had a question that troubled him more than the rest about Fuyumi. She walked under the umbrella, not displaying particularly expressive emotions, but her attention was drawn by Izuku's hand awkwardly brushing her shoulder, pulling her attention toward him.

"Fuyumi-san, may I ask you one question?" Izuku asked, a hint of fear in his voice, uncertain of how she would react. Hearing the anxious tone in Izuku's voice, Fuyumi slightly frowned but agreed to answer him.

"Of course," she replied, despite the intensifying rain.

"You know, I've thought a lot about this—why did you choose to be a teacher instead of a psychologist?" Fuyumi looked at him with surprise. Izuku nearly dropped his umbrella at her gaze.

"I mean, I'm glad you're our teacher, but I always thought that psychologists or psychotherapists handle these kinds of problems better," he said, observing Fuyumi's thoughtful expression as she considered her response.

"Excellent question," Venom whispered, irritated by the sound of droplets hitting metal, producing unpleasant but tolerable sounds for his nature.

Fuyumi smiled slightly, hearing Izuku's question, and paused under an awning to shield herself from the endless rain. Her umbrella clattered against the wall as she leaned it against the brickwork and then turned to Izuku, looking at him with a warmth he hadn't noticed in her eyes before.

"You're right, Izuku. Psychologists and psychotherapists can indeed help people. I've never doubted the importance of their work. But…" her voice momentarily faltered, and she looked off into the distance as if recalling something personal. "…I chose to be a teacher for a reason."

She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to shield against a sudden gust of wind, although perhaps it was more a gesture for herself than out of cold.

"When I was younger, I saw many teenagers suffering from problems they couldn't even articulate. Some experienced abuse at home, others dealt with the constant pressure of studies or expectations, and some struggled with loss. And you know what's the scariest part?" She looked at him with sadness in her eyes.

Izuku shook his head, unsure what to say.

"Most of them were silent. They couldn't or didn't want to go to a psychologist. Some feared judgment, others thought it was pointless, and some simply couldn't afford such help. Some young people die without ever showing themselves. People can endure a lot, and I believe in you, that you can become a good person. And do you know who was often there for them in those moments?" She tilted her head slightly, as if urging him to answer.

"Teachers?" Izuku guessed uncertainly.

Fuyumi nodded.

"Yes. We, teachers, are always nearby. We see them every day, know their strengths and weaknesses, their joys and sorrows. And I realized I wanted to be that person who could help them at a moment when they can't or won't seek help from anyone else."

She pressed her palms to her heart, as if expressing the sincerity of her words.

"Understand, Izuku, not all families can afford therapy. And some children are simply too embarrassed or afraid to talk about their feelings, even with a psychologist. But if they feel that a teacher is someone who can understand them, someone who won't judge, they can open their hearts. I want to be that person."

Her voice grew a little louder, more confident.

"My goal is not just to teach them a subject. I want to show them that being strong doesn't mean handling everything alone. Being strong means knowing how to ask for help when you need it. Being strong doesn't mean having a powerful quirk; no matter how strong you are on the outside, without inner strength and support, you'll shatter into countless small pieces, unable to gather yourself again."

Izuku listened intently, and his heart ached at her words. He understood that Fuyumi genuinely cared about her students. She was more than just a teacher to him—she had become someone he could trust.

"And you know, Izuku," her voice softened again as she looked at him with a gentle smile, "if I had chosen the path of a psychotherapist, I could have helped many, but… I wouldn't have been able to help someone like you. You may not notice, but you are already taking steps forward. I want to be the person who tells you that you're doing great when you least expect it. Don't think you're the only one; there are many kids in the class who need my help. The teenage years are not the easiest, and most adults don't understand that, arguing that they didn't have such problems in their time."

These words made Izuku ponder. He wanted to say something, but Fuyumi gently touched his shoulder.

"Don't think you have to solve everything by yourself. And remember, sometimes teachers are not just those who teach math or literature. They are the ones who help understand that there are people in life who care."

She took her umbrella in hand again and stepped out into the rain. Izuku watched her go, while Venom quietly and almost approvingly muttered in his head:

"She's much more than just a teacher."

Reaching the flower stand, Izuku glanced back and saw the cemetery where his mother lay. Ten days had passed since his first living encounter with Fuyumi, the time since he gained his power and began to realize his dream. Would his mother support such actions or scold him? It was a profound question. If he had the ability to help people, it was a moral duty to do so. No matter what power he possessed, he bore the responsibility for those he saved, and the loss of Kota haunted him cruelly. Looking towards the cemetery, Izuku continued to gaze until Fuyumi interrupted him.

"Izuku?" She noticed that her student was feeling melancholy and didn't want to disturb him, lightly touching his shoulder as she looked at his sad expression.

"I'm sorry, Fuyumi-san, for taking so long to think about choosing flowers for your mother. May I ask what color she likes?" Quickly regaining his composure, Izuku shifted the conversation to a more cheerful topic, trying not to dwell on the loss.

"Well, my mom has a large collection of tulips and various flowers that she receives, but there's one color missing in her collection: green." Izuku looked at the vendor, who understood what he wanted, and extended a rare bouquet of green tulips, which few people took due to their uniqueness.

"Then green tulips." With a gentle smile, he glanced at Fuyumi, who gave him a thumbs-up.

Izuku Midoriya's account

Balance: 26,670¥

Spent: -30,000¥

Having spent a significant portion of his funds on gifts, Izuku intended to buy cold soba for Shoto, but Fuyumi decided to buy noodles for her younger brother, so Izuku wouldn't have to spend too much on expensive gifts for his family. Finally, he stood before the Todoroki residence, which was enormous and resembled a traditional Japanese house in a modern style.

As Izuku and Fuyumi entered the spacious and cozy home of the Todoroki family, all the family members had already gathered in the living room. The scent of freshly brewed tea and a faint whiff of burning candles filled the room. Natsuo sat on the sofa with a laptop, Shoto was reading a book, and Rei arranged plates of treats on the table. Even Endeavor, usually busy with his own affairs, was present, standing by the window with a serious expression.

Upon stepping over the threshold, Fuyumi joyfully announced her arrival, capturing the attention of the entire family.

"Mom, Dad, Shoto, Natsuo, Toya…" Everyone gathered at the entrance to greet their family member and the green-haired teenager, who flinched slightly upon seeing their gazes but did not show it.

"Meet my student, Izuku Midoriya." Izuku saw all eyes turn to him, and overcoming his shyness, he bowed to them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Todoroki-san, and I'm very grateful for your invitation," Izuku replied evenly.

"I would like to present you with some small gifts." Shoto led him into the kitchen, where he spotted Dabi with a bandage on his head; evidently, he had sustained an injury after battling the crystalline villain. He carefully placed the gifts on the table and began distributing them to Fuyumi's family.

Natsuo was the first to exhibit curiosity as he approached Midoriya and discovered his favorite ice cream in a plastic container. His eyes widened in surprise as he picked it up.

"Caramel? How does he know my favorite flavor?" At Natsuo's question, Fuyumi merely giggled, winking at Izuku.

"I hinted at it."

Shoto received a box of cold soba. He took it in his hands, examining the packaging, and nodded. "Thank you, Midoriya. This is unexpected… pleasant."

Toya curiously pulled out the vanilla ice cream. He smiled, which was quite a rare occurrence. "Well, I didn't expect this from you, but good job, kid. I must admit, you guessed right. Vanilla is my weakness." He patted him on the shoulder.

When it was Rei's turn, Izuku handed her the bouquet of green tulips. She froze, gazing at the unusual color of the flowers. Her eyes misted over.

"Green tulips… I've never had these. They are beautiful."

She carefully took the bouquet into her hands and approached the glass cabinet in the corner of the room, where her favorite vases for flowers stood. Rei chose the most beautiful vase from her collection, filled it with water, and placed the tulips inside. Now the collection looked complete.

"This color symbolizes hope and new beginnings," she said softly, turning to Izuku. "Thank you, this is very touching."

Even Endeavor, who had remained silent until then, nodded slightly in approval.

"Alright, boys, I know you all love sweets, but no dessert before dinner," Rei said authoritatively, watching as the two sons attempted to eat their ice cream.

"Okay," they replied in unison as they settled down for dinner.

When the entire family gathered around the large dining table, the atmosphere became surprisingly warm. The table was laden with dishes prepared by Rei: aromatic meat stew, vegetable sides, and fresh rolls with butter. Everyone took their places: Naoto and Toya sat side by side, Fuyumi across from Izuku, Shoto and Endeavor positioned at either end of the table. Izuku, feeling a slight tension, sat between Fuyumi and Shoto.

Rei smiled as she arranged the last dishes. "I hope everyone enjoys it. Today I tried to make something special."

Izuku gazed at the food in admiration. He couldn't conceal his joy. "This looks incredible, Mrs. Rei. Thank you for the treat!"

The first bite of stew made his eyes widen. "This is astonishingly delicious!"

In that moment, Venom quietly chimed in his head. "She's good, Midoriya. This… is a masterpiece. I would like more meat, but this is excellent."

Izuku, trying to hide a smile, thought, "Be quiet, Venom, and don't embarrass me. We're guests."

However, Venom persisted. "Tell her we're grateful. Also, ask if we can have seconds."

Fuyumi noticed Izuku's slight pause and smiled as she asked, "Is everything alright, Izuku?"

"Oh! Yes, everything is wonderful. It's just… this is really delicious."

Natsuo smirked. "Now that's a compliment. Usually, Mom only gets those from us."

Toya looked at Izuku with curiosity. "Do you always express your opinions so sincerely?"

Izuku blushed slightly. "I just think that if the food is tasty, it's worth saying."

Natsuo chuckled. "I agree. But I hope you haven't forgotten about our ice cream."

Rei immediately shot a stern look at Naoto and Toya. "Boys, no sweets until after dinner."

"Alright," they both replied in unison, but their smiles revealed their different thoughts.

Shoto, usually quiet, suddenly added, "I think our guest just knows how to appreciate the details."

These words elicited light laughter around the table, and Izuku felt a bit more confident.

Natsuo, setting his fork aside with a smile, asked, "Izuku, is it difficult for you to learn from Fuyumi? She can be… strict sometimes."

Fuyumi threw her hands up in protest. "Hey! I've always been the most patient!"

Izuku hurriedly replied, blushing, "No, Fuyumi-sensei is very kind and patient. But she does take studying seriously. It helps me keep up."

Toya laughed, adjusting the bandage on his head, but he decided to focus on his food. "Fuyumi has always been like that. Even as a child, if someone forgot to do their homework, she could lecture for half an hour."

Fuyumi scoffed. "And you, by the way, constantly got distracted by games!"

Natsuo added, "And remember how you tried to hide your textbooks to avoid doing your homework?"

Toya rolled his eyes. "Let's not revisit my childhood, okay?"

Shoto, looking thoughtfully at Izuku, asked, "How did you become so resolute? You don't see an ordinary guy striving to become a hero every day."

Izuku paused for a moment. "I just... have always wanted to help people. Whether it's a Quirk or not — that's not so important if you have the desire to make the world a better place."

Endeavor, who had been silent until now, nodded briefly. "Good answer."

On this serious note, Natsuo suddenly chimed in, "Hey, did anyone notice that Dad has already eaten three servings of stew?"

Everyone laughed, even Endeavor, who rarely allowed himself such relaxation.

Rei, smiling, said, "If you liked it so much, I'll make it again. But that's enough for today."

Venom whispered in Izuku's mind, "Midoriya, tell them we're staying here to live."

Izuku nearly choked on laughter but quickly composed himself. "That was truly a wonderful dinner. Thank you, Mrs. Rei."

She smiled warmly. "Thank you, Izuku. We're always happy to have you in our home."

Izuku felt he was not just a guest but had become part of this warm, albeit slightly chaotic, family. Watching the family members enjoy each other's company, joking and smiling, Izuku remembered how he had missed his mother on her birthday and how they had shared a modest dinner together. They rarely managed to meet due to her busy work schedule, but their time together was a celebration for both, despite the absence of the family patriarch. Izuku decided to push aside the depressing thoughts and ask Endeavor, who had been silently dining and observing everyone.

"Todoroki-san, how did you become the number one hero?" Everyone fell silent, as this was not the most pleasant topic for their family. Seeing Endeavor's frown, Izuku felt ready to sink into the ground under the burning gaze of the family head. Fuyumi leaned in closer and whispered in his ear.

"It's not customary for us to talk about how he became the number one hero." Izuku widened his eyes, realizing he had made a mistake. Natsuo, who was entertaining everyone with his jokes, shot Izuku a malevolent look, but calmed down at their mother's gaze.

"I'm sorry, Todoroki-san. I didn't know this was a taboo subject in your family," Izuku said, bowing deeply to Endeavor, but with a heavy sigh, Endeavor spoke.

"Stand up, Midoriya." Izuku stood, watching Endeavor's reaction, but he merely glanced at the family.

"Since I invited you into my home, I will tell you how I became the number one hero." Closing his eyes, Endeavor seemed about to speak, but Shoto interrupted.

"We promised not to talk about this at the family table, Father." Cutting into the meal, Shoto looked at Izuku with his cold gaze.

"Shoto is right, Father," Natsuo joined Shoto, but Toya, who was particularly pained, remained silent, just eating his food.

"I remember, but if our precious guest wants to know the truth, then he deserves to hear it," Endeavor said, placing his utensils on the table.

Endeavor sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. It seemed he was about to speak for a long time, and his face expressed both fatigue and regret. A silence hung over the table, only broken by the soft rustle of the wind outside.

"I used to be a completely different person," he began, not lifting his eyes. "I wanted to become the number one hero at any cost. This desire overshadowed everything else. I strove for the top, neglecting those who were close to me — my wife, my children."

He paused, as if gathering his thoughts. Rei, sitting next to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, but Endeavor merely nodded slightly, signaling that everything was alright.

"I wanted to create the perfect successor who could surpass even All Might. My desire became an obsession. I trained to the point of exhaustion, teaching Shoto since childhood, often through pain and tears. I turned a blind eye to how difficult it was for him. And at the same time..." his voice faltered, "I nearly lost Toya."

Everyone at the table froze. Even Natsuo, usually skeptical, looked anxious.

"Toya was my first disappointment and my first mistake. I pressured him, forcing him to train with his flames, ignoring the harm it caused him. I saw only potential, disregarding my son's pain. When he nearly..." Endeavor choked up, unable to finish, but then continued, "When he was on the brink of death, it became a signal for me."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Rei.

"Toya was saved by your mother. That day, she said words I will never forget: 'You will lose us all if you don't stop.'"

Rei lowered her gaze but squeezed Endeavor's shoulder, supporting him.

"That was the only time I listened to her. She insisted that I see a therapist, to start addressing my obsession. I went, and it was the hardest decision of my life. Admitting that I was wrong, that I wasn't a hero to my family... it destroyed me from within. But perhaps that's why I was able to start anew."

Izuku listened, not daring to interrupt. Endeavor continued:

"I stopped pressuring Toya. Instead, I redirected his energy onto the right path. I began to support his dream of becoming a hero, rather than a tool for my goals. He succeeded. He found himself."

Endeavor's gaze shifted to Shoto.

"And then I realized that I couldn't make the same mistake with Shoto. I let go of my anger, my pressure. I allowed him to choose his path. I heard Rei. I fought against crime and strove for the title of number one, not through my sons but on my own. If I couldn't compete with All Might in strength, I redirected my power to solve significant crimes, reducing the crime rate. I then understood that it's not strength that defines you in the eyes of people, but the deeds you commit. And because of this, the people chose me as the hero of Hellflame, Endeavor. I began to show compassion to the weak, and against the enemies of society, I directed my anger, becoming a symbol of peace for the people and a symbol of fear for the enemies."

His voice grew quieter.

"It was a long journey. But I was able to bring my family back together. I realized that being the number one hero is not just a title, but a responsibility. A responsibility to everyone you love."

Endeavor fell silent. The table remained quiet. Natsuo, Shoto, and Fuyumi silently processed what they had heard. Finally, Rei smiled and looked at Izuku.

"Endeavor has become not only the number one hero for society. He has become a hero for us."

Toya nodded quietly, avoiding eye contact with his father, but there was neither hatred nor contempt in his eyes. Only resignation and perhaps a hint of gratitude.

Izuku felt his heart constrict. He realized that the strongest hero in Japan was not just a powerful figure, but a man who had managed to conquer his own demons.

"Thank you for sharing this with me, Todoroki-san," Izuku said softly, bowing. "It... means a lot to me."

Endeavor nodded, as if accepting the words but didn't add anything.

Watching as everyone else returned to their usual routine, forgetting about the conversation, Izuku, filled with food in a family that loved each other, smiled, releasing a surge of joy and satisfaction that pleased Venom, feeding on his emotions. They didn't know who he truly was, and Izuku decided it wouldn't be wise to reveal such a secret for their safety. After sitting for another half hour, dinner came to an end, and everyone began to rise from the table.

"Hey, Midoriya, come with me," Toya said, throwing an arm around his shoulders, treating him like a younger brother. Izuku just smirked but didn't resist. Finally, Toya led him to the backyard where they could be alone. Standing on the terrace, Toya spoke first.

"You know, I didn't expect that Quirkless people could be so brave. What I want to say is, thank you." Toya extended his hand for a handshake, and Izuku accepted it.

The backyard of the Todoroki house was quiet and peaceful. The rustle of trees could be heard in the background, gently swaying in the light night breeze. The stars shone brightly in the sky, as if watching the two figures on the terrace.

Toya leaned against the railing, looking thoughtfully into the distance. His face expressed a mix of gratitude and doubt, as if he had been trying for a long time to find the right words. Finally, he spoke.

"You know, Midoriya, you surprised me. When I first heard that you were Quirkless, I thought, 'Well, he probably just doesn't know what he's getting into.' But after what I saw that day..." Toya turned to Izuku, squinting slightly. "You're not just brave. You're stubborn, like a true hero."

Izuku felt a bit flustered but still smiled, scratching his head.

"Well, I just did what I thought was right..." Toya laughed, but there was no mockery in his laughter, only genuine approval.

"Come on, don't be modest. You risked your life to help my sister. And you did it without a single Quirk, without any guarantee of survival. I'll tell you this, Midoriya, even many professionals wouldn't dare to do that." Izuku blushed slightly, looking away.

"Thank you, Toya-san... It really means a lot to me." Toya shook his head, then, after a brief pause, looked seriously at Izuku.

"But you know what affected me the most? You risked not only yourself but also your reputation. People hate Quirkless individuals. You know that. But you still stepped forward. Why do you think that is?"

Izuku took a deep breath, pondering. He lifted his gaze to Toya.

"Maybe... because I don't want anyone to feel as powerless as I once did. People with Quirks are used to having power at their disposal. But we Quirkless don't have that privilege. But that doesn't mean we can't be strong in our own way."

Toya listened intently, his gaze focused.

"You're right," he said quietly. "You know, I used to think that strength was all that mattered. But you've proven that strength can take many forms."

He fell silent for a moment, then extended his hand.

"Thank you, Midoriya. Thank you for what you did. And thank you for saving my sister. You might say that a strong hero like me softened in front of you, but I'll tell you this: You helped her when she desperately needed help. Don't let her down, and keep an eye on her at school so that she doesn't get disappointed. You've earned our trust, and don't let your pride get the better of you."

Izuku, slightly taken aback, nonetheless firmly shook his hand.

"This... I should be the one to thank you. For your words and for your family. You've made me feel like I can be something more." They stood there, silently shaking hands, until Toya suddenly laughed.

"Well, hero? Are you ready for a new challenge?" Izuku smiled back.

"Always ready!"

Toya smirked but then noticed that Midoriya seemed slightly hesitant, as if he was about to say something.

"Hey, did you want to ask something?"

Izuku nodded quickly, pulling out a notebook and pen from his pocket.

"Yes! Toya-san, could I... have your autograph?"

Toya raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, but the smile on his face only widened.

"My autograph? Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm serious! You've inspired me just as much as Endeavor, and I want to keep this memory," Izuku replied sincerely, extending the notebook.

Toya took the pen and notebook, paused for a second, then quickly and confidently wrote:

"Keep being brave. You're a true hero. — Toya Todoroki."

He returned the notebook to Izuku, patting him on the shoulder.

"But I hope one day you'll show me your collection. And don't forget to add your own signature when you become number one."

Izuku smiled, clutching the notebook in his hands.

"I definitely will, Toya-san. Definitely." Toya was slightly taken aback by the fact that in this notebook was a drawing of him and his super moves that he often used, and there were even some sketches for improving his Quirk.

"Wait!" he quickly said, looking at the shocked Izuku, who was already putting the notebook in his backpack.

"Yes, Toya-san?"

"Show me your notebook again," Toya said. Taking the notebook in his hands, he flipped through many heroes, noting their weaknesses and enhancements, which surprised him, and even the section about him was extremely engaging.

"Who wrote this? You?" Toya said in a stern tone, as in the section about him was a way to neutralize him using improvised tools and ingenuity.

"I did," Izuku pointed to himself, watching as Dabi's blue flames flared on his white hair.

"That's incredibly cool and risky. Do you understand that if this falls into the hands of villains, they will have no trouble killing us, and you will be captured and forced to analyze every hero in this country?" Izuku squirmed in place, unsure of what to say, but decided to say nothing, thinking that the neutralization method for Dabi had touched on his self-esteem.

"For example, I liked the section on new techniques when instead of concentrated fire, I use quick and small, yet fiery balls that deal decent damage without affecting my stamina and body. You've pointed out my weakness that I can't often use my Quirk without harming myself." Izuku felt flattered that someone like Dabi appreciated his analysis as a hero, but at the same time, he remembered the unpleasant experience of his words that he didn't belong to either heroes or villains during their patrols together. Izuku wondered how Dabi would react to the news that Silent Phantom had killed two villains on the bridge.

"Thank you, Toya-san." But Toya took his notebook and walked towards the yard, holding Izuku's notebook in his hand.

"I'll return your notebook." In the notebook, it was written that thanks to pyrokinesis directed downward—Dabi continued reading this section written in a neat handwriting with examples from physics and applying some examples.

He creates powerful streams of flame directed downward, which gives a boost and allows him to hover in the air.

Notebook entry:

When he stands on a piece of ground, his fiery energy heats the air beneath him, creating a sort of "fire jet engine." Plasma streams or hot air under high pressure lift both the Man on Fire and the piece of ground, turning it into an improvised "flying platform."

This flight method resembles the physics of jet propulsion: he creates directed thrust that counteracts gravity and simultaneously uses his abilities to control direction and speed. This also highlights his skill and precise control over his fiery powers.

Toya closed the notebook and, concentrating, decided to try this method.

Toya stood in the backyard, Izuku's notebook lying on the stone slab beside him. His blue eyes, surrounded by a faint glow of blue flames, carefully examined the notes. He reread the page describing the "fire jet engine," memorizing the steps.

Well then, let's give it a try, he said, straightening up.

Toya concentrated, his hands glowing with a bluish light. He began to heat the ground beneath his feet, directing flames downward. The first attempt ended with the cracking of dry earth and thick smoke — the ground merely cracked and slightly jumped, but didn't lift off.

Hmm... too much power. I need to distribute it evenly.

On the second try, he changed the angle of the streams and decreased the intensity a bit. However, instead of a smooth rise, the ground beneath him cracked, and Toya fell, barely maintaining his balance at the last moment.

Damn... You're a genius, Dabi, don't embarrass yourself, he muttered, brushing dirt off his face.

On the third attempt, he changed his strategy. Toya focused on creating several pinpoint streams of flame directed from different sides under the piece of ground. The blue flames flared up with renewed strength, and this time the ground beneath him began to slowly rise.

That's it... come on, he exhaled, holding back joyful excitement.

In a moment, he was hovering above the ground, balancing on a mass of flame that held the piece of earth in the air. Toya instinctively began to regulate the stream, controlling the direction. He moved forward, backward, made circles, even rose a few meters higher.

Damn, it works! he exclaimed, grinning widely, feeling lightness and excitement for the first time in a long while.

However, maintaining stability was harder than he thought. One wrong stream — and the platform tilted. Toya barely managed to straighten it, quickly redirecting the flames.

Alright, got it. This is not just a trick, this is an art, he said, gently descending back to the ground.

Landing, he looked at his hands, which were still emitting a light smoke, then turned his gaze to Izuku's notebook.

This guy definitely knows what he's talking about. Maybe he's strange, but it seems I've found myself a decent analyst. Toya smirked and put the notebook in his pocket.

Now, looking at the cracked ground around, he thought about how this knowledge could be useful in battle.

"Thank you, Izuku. Take my number. If you need help, feel free to reach out, my kouhai," he said, ruffling his hair. After saving Dabi's contacts, Izuku saved them and smiled wider as he headed back into the house.

Toya decided to call his father and show him what he was capable of thanks to Izuku's knowledge.

"What's all this noise, Toya?" he said coldly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just wait and watch," Toya said with a slight smirk, stepping back a few paces. His gaze briefly met Shoto's, who raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

Toya raised his hand, and blue flames flared up, illuminating the yard. Then he concentrated, directing the flames downward. The ground beneath him began to heat up, humming until it lifted off the surface. Toya hovered in the air on a piece of ground, precisely controlling the direction of movement. He slowly rose, made a circle, demonstrating agility, and suddenly turned, hovering in the air.

Endeavor, who had been watching with cold impassiveness, took a step forward.

"Impressive, Toya," he said, his voice low but without its usual sharpness. "You haven't just learned to control your flames; you've done something more. You've found a way to surpass yourself."

Toya, used to criticism from his father, stood frozen for a moment, hearing praise.

"Hmm, thanks, but it's not just my achievement," he mumbled, looking away, as if the words were difficult for him. "It's thanks to... Izuku."

"That's truly commendable," Endeavor continued, his gaze softening slightly. "If you keep going like this, perhaps one day you'll become stronger than me. If Izuku can analyze and enhance heroes, like in your case, don't lose such a valuable asset."

"Maybe?" Toya smirked, jumping off the platform. "We'll see."

Toya thought about how he would apply Izuku's knowledge in reality; he was an extremely valuable asset for his age, and losing him would mean losing many years of advancement or stagnating in place for progress.

Both entered the house and saw Izuku getting ready to leave in the hallway, surrounded by other family members.

"Get home safe, Izuku. I'm waiting for you in tomorrow's lesson," Fuyumi purred, hugging him goodbye, and Izuku didn't miss the chance to hug her back.

"Thank you for your flowers, Izuku," Rei said, clapping him on the shoulder, to which Izuku bowed in response.

"I should be thanking you, Rei-san. The dinner was wonderful, and I've never tasted anything like it," he praised the food, with Natsuo reluctantly adding his thanks, bumping fists with him. They both smiled, and Shoto looked at him with a cold gaze, but there was approval in his eyes.

Endeavor was somewhat taciturn and only nodded in approval, and Toya decided to walk him to the exit.

"You know, you've impressed my family. And if you have anything about me in your notebooks, write it down or call me. I'd be happy to hear it, and the hero society will also be thankful, even if they won't know their hero by face. Don't give up, kouhai, and I hope you become the first hero in a world without Quirks, making a huge contribution," Toya said, watching how Izuku felt good from his words.

"So you don't leave empty-handed. I'm giving you this." Toya handed him his black notebook, and seeing it, Izuku immediately admired it with curiosity. He opened it and saw the inscription inside.

"A Guide to Muay Thai."

"Wow, Toya-san, this is really a great gift. I promise I'll study it thoroughly and become stronger," Izuku said, admiration in his eyes as he watched Toya smirk and they exchanged a brotherly handshake. Finally, after saying goodbye, Toya watched as Izuku left in the rainy evening, looking at his disappearing figure in the distance.

"This is the beginning of something new, Izuku. Now you see you have the support of the Todoroki family, and you need to become stronger. Finally, Silent Phantom will be respected not just by heroes but feared by villains, who will think twice before committing another crime." Izuku smiled at Venom's thoughts, as his tumultuous reaction was fueled by the abundance of endorphins triggered by this meeting.

"You need to see them more often, especially Fuyumi. She's more than a teacher to us and will become one of the best people in our circle," Venom concluded, but the symbiote noticed that Izuku was heading towards the cemetery.

Late evening. The moon illuminated the quiet town with soft silver light when Izuku found himself at the gates of the cemetery. He carefully clutched a small bouquet of white lilies and green tulips — the ones his mother loved so much. Venom remained silent, sensing the seriousness of the moment.

Rustling the grass underfoot, Izuku approached a modest gravestone with the inscription:

"Midoriy Inko. Loving mother and kind friend. May her light always illuminate our path."

He stopped, placed the flowers at the base of the monument, and knelt, laying his hands on the stone.

"Mom..." his voice trembled, but a warm smile played on his face. "Today was such a good day."

Izuku exhaled, trying to find the words.

"I visited the Todoroki family. They... they are amazing. A little strange, a little chaotic, but so genuine. They invited me in as a friend, as a family member."

He looked away, trying to hold back tears, but they still rolled down his cheeks.

"You would be so happy to see how they love each other. How they laugh together and support one another. It was so warm... so familiar."

Izuku fell silent for a moment, feeling a gentle breeze.

"I told you how often I felt like an outsider, as if I didn't belong in this world. But today, for the first time in a long while, I felt that I wasn't alone. That I, too, could be a part of something... real."

His fingers lightly traced the stone, as if trying to feel the warmth he always associated with his mother.

"Mom, I promise I will live in a way that makes you proud. That your faith in me won't be in vain."

Venom, who had been silent all this time, spoke quietly in his head:

"You spoke well. She would have smiled now."

Izuku nodded, a faint smile touching his lips.

"I hope so."

He stood up, brushed the dust off the gravestone, and softly added:

"Thank you for everything, Mom. For your love, for believing in me even when I couldn't believe in myself."

He took a step back, looked at the headstone one more time, and bowed.

"I love you."

Evening had fallen, and as Izuku rose to leave with the help of his umbrella, he heard someone crying loudly. It wasn't surprising—people rarely leave cemeteries without shedding tears—but these sobs carried the agony of someone who had lost something far greater than just a person.

"I promised to protect you. I promised your mother and father that I would keep you safe, and yet... I couldn't even save their son!"

The heart-wrenching cries drew Izuku's attention, and to his astonishment, he saw someone he never expected to encounter: Mandalay from the Wild Pussy Cats squad. In that moment, he realized whom she was mourning—it was Kota.

Izuku gently placed a green tulip beside a toy horse. Mandalay, hearing footsteps, lifted her tear-streaked face and met his gaze. Her face was contorted with grief, her eyes red from crying.

"Who are you?" Her voice was sharp, breaking under the weight of her emotions.

"I… Izuku Midoriya, just a passerby," he replied, trying to speak as gently as possible. "I knew Kota. He saved me once."

Mandalay froze, her gaze growing even heavier.

"You… knew Kota?" she asked, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinized his face. "What are you doing here? Why did you come?"

"To express my gratitude," Izuku said softly. "He was brave. Braver than most adults. His actions inspired me."

These words seemed to strike a nerve. Mandalay stood abruptly, her fists clenched, and her anger burst forth.

"Inspired you?" Her voice rose as she stepped closer, pointing a finger at him. "You're quirkless, aren't you?"

Izuku tensed but nodded.

"And what do you know about bravery? What do you know about loss? You can't even protect yourself! Kota died because he had to be braver than a child ever should! He died because we, the heroes, failed! And you… you dare to come here and talk about inspiration?"

Her words cut like a knife. Izuku felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back.

"I understand your pain," he began quietly, striving to remain calm. "And I'm not trying to say I feel it the way you do. But Kota… he wouldn't want you to hate yourself for this."

Mandalay stepped even closer, her voice rising to a shout:

"What could you possibly know about what Kota would want? You're a nobody! A quirkless boy who doesn't even understand what it means to protect someone!"

Izuku took a deep breath, his hands trembling, but he raised his head and replied calmly:

"I know he wanted to save those he cared about. I know he was kind, strong, and brave. And that saved not only me but many others as well."

Mandalay was breathing heavily, her hands clenching and unclenching as she struggled with her emotions.

"You don't understand," she whispered, her voice trembling but still filled with anger. "You'll never understand what it's like to lose those you swore to protect."

Izuku remained silent, aware that anything he said might only deepen her pain. He lowered his head, showing his respect.

"I can't bring Kota back," he finally said. "But I can remember him. And I can do my best to be worthy of what he did for me."

Mandalay couldn't hold back any longer; she turned away, tears streaming down her face once more. Her sobs echoed through the empty cemetery. Izuku stood still, giving her the space she needed.

"Leave," she said hoarsely. "Just… leave."

Slowly, Izuku turned and walked away, leaving the tulip at the grave. But even as he departed, he knew her pain would stay with him for a long time.

To be continued