Time passed swiftly in the Midoriya household, and each day further solidified Izuku's status as an anomaly. From the moment he took his first steps—at just two months old—his parents knew they were raising someone extraordinary. His tiny legs carried him across the living room with the kind of coordination and confidence that left both Inko and Hisashi in stunned silence. Hisashi {watching proudly, arms crossed}: "Two months old, and already walking. Clearly, he takes after me." Inko {laughing lightly, her hands clasped in amazement}: "Hisashi, he's just a baby. But... I don't think I've ever seen anything like this." Not long after, Izuku began speaking. But these weren't the babbling, fragmented words of a toddler. His speech was measured, deliberate, and eerily reminiscent of his father's manner of speaking. Izuku {sitting at the dining table, pointing at a cup}: "Mother, would you kindly pass me that cup? Thank you." Inko {blinking in disbelief, laughing nervously}: "Hisashi, is it just me, or does he sound... formal?" Hisashi {smiling with pride}: "No, my dear, that's not formal. That's eloquence. He's learning well." By the time he was three, Izuku's brilliance became undeniable. Inko often found him lying in bed surrounded by books that most adults would find intimidating. His tiny hands would turn the pages with practiced ease, his sapphire-blue eyes scanning every word with an intensity that seemed out of place on someone so young. Inko {peeking into his room late one night}: "Izuku, sweetheart, what are you reading?" Izuku {looking up briefly, his tone calm and polite}: "A treatise on theoretical physics. Fascinating concepts, though a bit redundant in certain parts." Inko {leaning against the doorframe, bewildered}: "Theoretical physics? You're three years old!" Izuku {turning back to the book, shrugging slightly}: "Age is irrelevant, Mother, when one's mind is properly engaged." Hisashi couldn't have been prouder. Seeing his son's intellect and mannerisms develop so similarly to his own brought him a sense of pride he had never expected to feel. By the time Izuku turned four, the long-anticipated moment arrived: he awakened his quirk. The All For One quirk, inherited from his father, manifested as naturally as breathing. Hisashi always known this day would come. Hisashi {kneeling beside his son, placing a hand on his shoulder}: "Izuku, this power you've manifest is both a great gift and horrible curse. It is part of your legacy. But remember, it is only as useful as the quirks you acquire. In time, I'll allow you to take some from my collection. But only when you're body is ready." Izuku {nodding, his tone devoid of excitement}: "I understand, Father. I will wait until I am truly prepared." Despite his immense power and staggering intellect, Izuku's personality remained curiously detached. He approached life with a calm that bordered on apathy, as though nothing truly surprised or thrilled him. His blunt honesty and straightforward nature often left those around him stunned. Inko {watching him doing some one hand push ups in the backyard}: "Izuku, don't you think that's... amazing? Most kids can't do that." Izuku {glancing at her briefly, his tone flat}: "Really? I thought they just weren't applying themselves. Isn't this normal?" His parents quickly realized that while Izuku was anything but ordinary, he truly believed that everyone else was just as capable as he was. This lack of self-awareness kept him humble, and his grounded upbringing ensured he never grew arrogant. One day, while Hisashi observed his son studying, he couldn't help but smile. Hisashi {leaning back in his chair, arms crossed}: "Izuku, do you understand what you're capable of?" Izuku {calmly doing high school level work}: "I understand that I'm capable, Father. But I assume others are as well. Surely I'm not unique." Hisashi {chuckling, shaking his head}: "Oh, my son, you have no idea just how unique you are." Despite his extraordinary gifts, Izuku's personality remained grounded. Blunt, straightforward, and perpetually bored, he approached life with an almost unnerving calm. Yet, his humility—born of his assumption that others shared his abilities—kept him from straying into arrogance. To Hisashi, Izuku was the perfect heir. To Inko, he was a beloved son. And to Izuku himself, he was simply a boy doing what any ordinary person would do—because, in his mind, he was no different from anyone else. [Transition] At thirteen, Izuku Midoriya had grown into the epitome of controlled power. His body, lithe and agile, hid the overwhelming strength and versatility he now possessed.



Hisashi, confident in his son's maturity and capability, had opened his vast arsenal of quirks to Izuku, allowing him to take as many as he desired. The once-innocent boy with sapphire eyes now wielded a terrifying collection of abilities—yet, his calm, detached demeanor remained unchanged.

It was late afternoon, and Izuku stood in a clearing deep within the forests surrounding the Midoriya estate. The air was heavy with anticipation as Hisashi observed from a distance, leaning casually against a tree. Hisashi {arms crossed, smiling faintly}: "Show me what you've learned, Izuku. I want to see how far you've come." Izuku nodded once, his face expressionless, as he rolled up the sleeves of his workout attire. Izuku {voice calm and measured}: "Very well, Father. I've prepared a demonstration." Without warning, Izuku thrust his arms forward, activating Air Cannon. A deafening shockwave erupted from his palms, uprooting trees and sending debris flying in all directions. The sheer force of the attack was enough to carve a crater into the earth before him. Izuku {lowering his arms slightly, his tone still detached}: "Air Cannon output at 70%. Should I increase it?" Hisashi {laughing softly, waving his hand}: "Not yet. Let's see how you integrate it with the others." Izuku nodded again, his muscles visibly tightening as he activated Springlike Limbs. His coiled muscles rippled with power, enhancing his strength exponentially. He leaped into the air with ease, his body moving like a tightly wound spring unleashed. In a blur, he descended onto a large boulder, smashing it into dust with a single punch. Izuku {dusting off his hand, glancing at Hisashi}: "Springlike Limbs combined with kinetic energy from three copies of Kinetic Booster. The force was... sufficient." Hisashi {smiling wider}: "More than sufficient, Izuku. What's next?" Izuku's expression didn't change as he raised his hand. His fingers began to morph into black, tendril-like appendages laced with red cracks—Rivet Stab. The tendrils shot out, striking several targets set up around the clearing with pinpoint accuracy. Each blow was calculated, precise. Some dummies were pierced clean through, while others were left intact but trembling from the force of impact. Izuku {retrieving the tendrils, his tone clinical}: "Rivet Stab adjusted to avoid lethal damage. Targets neutralized." As Izuku continued his demonstration, he activated Forced Quirk Activation, targeting a nearby drone equipped with a basic propulsion quirk. The drone suddenly whirred to life, its quirk activated against its programming, causing it to spiral out of control before crashing into the ground. Izuku {turning to Hisashi, tilting his head slightly}: "A useful ability for quirked opponents. Completely disrupts their combat strategy." Hisashi {nodding approvingly}: "Excellent. And what about defensive capabilities?" Izuku took a steady breath, allowing an training dummy to launch a simulated attack. As the blow connected, Impact Recoil activated, sending the force of the strike back into the dummy. The machine crumpled under its own redirected power. Izuku {brushing off his sleeve}: "The reflection is instantaneous. It leaves little room for counterattacks." Izuku then activated Multiplier, duplicating his arms in an instant. With the added limbs and the strength-enhancing quirks Brawn Boost and Hypertrophy, his body became a whirlwind of motion as he shattered multiple targets in quick succession. To finish, Izuku raised both arms high, generating a wall of intense flames using Hardflame Fan, while simultaneously channeling energy through Impure Beam. The resulting beam of light tore through the flame wall, creating an explosive combination that obliterated the remaining targets in the clearing. As the dust settled, Izuku turned back to his father, unbothered by the destruction around him. Izuku {lowering his arms, his voice steady}: "The integration of quirks is seamless. There is no discernible lag between activations. I believe further optimization is unnecessary." Hisashi {clapping slowly, his tone filled with pride}: "Izuku, you continue to exceed my expectations. The power you wield is immense, but your control is even more impressive." Izuku tilted his head slightly, his sapphire eyes meeting Hisashi's. Izuku {bluntly}: "Power is meaningless without control. You taught me that, Father." Hisashi {smiling warmly}: "Indeed, I did. And you've taken those lessons to heart. One day, Izuku, you'll surpass even me." Izuku glanced at his father's hand, then back at the smoldering ruins of the clearing. Izuku {calmly, smiling softly}: "Perhaps. But for now, I'll continue to refine what I've been given." Hisashi nodded, his pride in his son evident. Together, they turned and began to walk back toward the estate, leaving the destruction of Izuku's training behind. For Izuku, this was simply another day of progress—a methodical step forward in mastering the extraordinary gifts he had been entrusted with.