Chapter 1. Ikawa Hito: Origin

***11,5 years ago... Early September***

Heavy, hoarse and tired sounds came from the huge gym, coming from the throat of a four-year-old boy with long black hair and bright fiery orange eyes, in which they could see the strongest fatigue instead of the brilliance of real fire. This boy, who was sitting on his feet with his head down, looked tired after a long workout with his father, and more sweat appeared on his face after using the Quirk and a stream of smoke came out of his mouth. His body wouldn't listen. The boy could only absorb more air into himself to cool his insides.

"Hito!" his father's stern voice brought out the paralysis of the body that he automatically turned his head to the left, meeting face to face with a powerful muscular man, whose appearance consisted of black curly hair, the same fiery orange eyes with an island shape and freckles on his cheeks. He could scare someone out of people with his long four scars on his face, drawn from claws. Hito's gaze then shifted to his older brother, who had the same appearance, but his eyes were round and, together with his hair, gave off a dark green hue. He was five years older than him. "You've worked hard enough today. It's Izuku's turn now." A tall boy stood on the threshold of the door with a sad expression on his face and shifted nervously, refusing to look at anyone. "You will achieve nothing if you do nothing," the father continued with the same stern voice and did not take his eyes off the second child. "With the help of my training, you will become wonderful heroes."

Hito shivered and rolled his eyes, because he knew that this man would not leave him and Izuku alone until he achieved his goal - to make them heroes of the first three. He remembered these words well and he has no choice but to do his errands out of fear of him.

***Now. End of March***

"Dzrrrrr" gave a loud sound to the school bell. The clock showed 8:25. But despite this, the children continued to chatter at an average volume.

"Children! Children! A moment of attention!" This time, the students of Aldera Junior High, dressed in black uniforms, calmed down, paying attention to the teacher with a slightly dark skin and a goat's head and wavy, short, blonde hair. Their bodies were now fully turned towards her. The young girl was wearing a dark red jacket with yellow stripes, dark green trousers and brown shoes. "Before we begin, I will say a few words." I started talking calmly and examined everyone. "You all know that tomorrow you will finish the last third grade and enter the educational institutions you have planned. ("*And you're all intrigued*"). So..." I stopped there, arousing the interest of some. "...I wish you all good luck! I will miss you!" she threw out her hands and squeaked with a note of pity.

The children shouted with joyful exclamations and began to splash out their Quirks on the sly so as not to harm anyone. One student with long black hair and covered the right side of his face with hair remained calm and quickly covered his ears a second before the commotion. But inside, he was also glad that he would soon enter the school of his dreams.

"Oh, children! Don't use your Quirks during the lesson! Keep discipline!” the teacher became agitated again. Now the others stopped making noise and sat down in their seats. "Thanks," she said with a nervous laugh. "But it's true that you will leave with good grades for the academic year. A good future awaits you. I especially want to wish good luck to Ikawa and Akayoru in entering U.A. High School." with admiration in her black eyes, she turned to a student whose last name is Ikawa

The others turned their gaze to him, that he lowered his head to the desk table. Hito ignored the many triumphant looks at him, because most of the students at the school knew that his last name comes

from his two parents - famous heroes. His father, Flame Jet and hero number three, died seven years ago, and his mother, White Lily, continues to be hero number two.

"Ikawa, tell Akayoru to recover well," she continued.

"No problem, Teacher," Hito said with slight embarrassment.

"Dude, you're cool," the guy from the first desk of the fourth row said quietly. Hito heard him, but paid no attention.

"Okay, let's get started," came the voice of the teacher, who turned to the blackboard and picked up the chalk.

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"How did I pass the test?" A hoarse voice asked from Hito's phone.

"All right," Hito replied neutrally, walking slowly under the painted sky in orange and red tones. "You did your best this time."

"Thanks to you, I was able to write this damn test," his friend chuckled. "If we end up in the same class at U.A., then I will try not to let you overtake me."

"It doesn't hurt to dream," the long-haired man whispered with a grin.

"Hey! I'm telling you seriously!" he shouted. "Oh damn. My aunt is calling me."

"Then I'll write to you later to throw off the notes."

"Before the connection." Hito's phone beeped and the Japanese name "Kosen" stopped flashing.

The guy put the phone in his dark blue backpack and shoved his hands into his pants. For today, the wind was not blowing cold, but just in case, Hito took his yellow scarf, which was still inside and he used it only in the morning on the way to class.

*"I told him not to jump into cold water in the morning. What an idiot," he thought to himself with a sigh. "But Kosen began to recover a little and then we will be able to see each other at the Entrance exam."*

Hito and Kosen have known each other since they were eight years old. But, at first, they didn't get along very well: Kosen was the main bully, and Hito was a reserved boy who hid his hatred and resentment against his father from everyone. The black-haired man tried not to pay attention to any insulting words from the light brown guy who hated Hito the most. Then, when the two were left alone, his feelings flared out and angrily expressed all his feelings about his past to red-eye, as he hit his face, unable to withstand the opponent's non-moral face. After a while, Kosen stopped getting Hito problems and he himself told him his experiences for his life, because both of his parents threw humiliating words from childhood and withstood severe beatings.

Seven and a half years have passed and the two now respect each other. Although Kosen continues to show off as a leader and show rudeness. Hito is used to this, but continues to express dissatisfaction with the actions of his best friend and his stupid actions, which gave him the nickname "Orotama".

*"Hmm... I've seen him somewhere,"* mentally said a boy who looked like a first-grader with a rhinoceros head and gray skin, looking at a handsome guy who passed by.

"AAAAAAH!!!" a woman's anxious voice rang out. Hito, being on the right turn, threw his head on the left turn. Another villain was standing there, holding a woman hostage, in her mid-twenties, and he held a knife close to her throat. Other citizens paid attention to them and began to chatter anxiously

"If you don't give me freedom, then this woman will suffer!" the villain said miserably. She didn't move, afraid that her life would end in a second.

"Mummy!" a policeman standing with reinforcements said into the loudspeaker. "Let that woman go! You're the only one here!"

"I don't need allies," the bandaged man laughed. "I'll kill someone myself if you take a step forward.

"Don't be cocky," the policeman snorted. "We will take force!".

"You're overconfident here!" the Mummy laughed again. "I said that if you take a step forward, then someone else will suffer besides her. I'll even break my words to show you that I'm not joking!"

The Mummy released a lot of bandages, which began to wriggle like the tentacles of an octopus, and aimed at Hito. He reacted quickly, threw the backpack aside and exhaled a large jet of flame, holding himself in a fighting stance. There were no more bandages nearby in the air. Residents gasped from the manifestation.

"Let the woman go," Hito growled hollowly, continuing to blow smoke. The policemen trembled harder, but let out sighs of relief because he was not injured

"AHHH!!! MY BANDAGES!!!" he buried his hands in his head and forgot that the woman had run out of his dead fight. "Hey you! Come back here!"

"Leave people alone."

The mummy man, policemen, citizens, and even Hito raised their heads up to the source of the voice. A dark silhouette of the hero appeared in the sky, but then the colors of the costume began to stand out clearly when the setting sun reflected them perfectly. Everyone found out About the number one Hero - Lemillion. This made Hito smile moderately. He deeply respects this man for his amazing strength and courage, who makes people happy at the sight of him and people melt with relief for the shrouded security. The Almighty did not stand aside and most also admire him, that he used to have the same Quirk as Lemillion. Hito has only two of his most beloved heroes in priority, but he also admires other heroes who make the country calm under their soft hands

"L-Lemillion?!" the Mummy screamed and raised his hands as high as possible without orders.

"I don't want to harm even the villains if they don't listen to go back to the cells," the hero landed in front of the villain between the space of fifteen centimeters.

"D-Damn it!" the Mummy swore. "You made me tremble as always! All right! I'll come back!"

"I don't want to offend you, but you'll have to serve another six years in prison," he said kindly as always.

He groaned and Lemillion ordered the police to put handcuffs on him. They obeyed and sat on the commander's car.

"Remember," the tall man addressed everyone. His gaze then lingered on Hito, expressing a greeting to him, "I'm here!" he smiled broadly, pulled his thumb up and soared into the sky that the wind from the push of his legs scattered the hair of the guy and other people. Everyone looked at the point where the hero disappeared, and admiringly proclaimed words of gratitude.

The graduate could not stop looking at the sunset sky, still maintaining fanaticism for the number one hero and keeping a smile.

"Hey, guy," the man's voice interrupted the one from the trance that made him turn to him. "I see you're a big fan of his. You remind me of the hero Deku, who also looked at other heroes," onyu smiled.

"Yes, of course," Hito smiled back.

By the way, to be honest, Lemillion has known Izuku and Hito for a long time, but they didn't cross paths so often. They may have met while taking walks with Eri, a girl living in the U.A. Alliance, but Lemillion also knows Joshi, Izuku and Hito's younger brother. By and large, Joshi and Eri spend more time together and are considered as official best friends.

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"What? Have you been attacked by a villain?" A twenty-year-old green-haired man on Hito, dressed in a gray T-shirt and black trousers, excitedly shouted, still examining him from head to toe. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, it's all right," Hito smiled encouragingly, adjusting his bangs hiding his right fiery orange eye. His home clothes consist of a yellow jacket with tucked-in sleeves and brown shorts with clasps so that they can be easily adjusted. "Then Lemillion appeared and he was able to calm him down instantly."

"But I was still so worried about you when I saw it on TV," Izuku lightly squeezed his shoulders.

"But we are glad that he didn't touch you," said a twelve-year-old guy with brown spiky hair and white tips, and beautiful oval, blue eyes, sitting on the couch

"That's right," with a sigh of relief, the oldest brother sat down on a chair. Hito sat down on the sofa next to Joshi.

"Hito," a beautiful white-haired woman with blue eyes, dressed in a gray-pink shirt with a light yellow T-shirt and blue jeans, met on the threshold. "Although you are unharmed, you must remember to be safe."

"Yes, I know," the middle child mumbled dejectedly, knowing the risk he was at.

Mizua, the name of the Heroine number two, smiled encouragingly, making it clear that she was not so angry with him. She walked over to the other chair next to Izuku and sat down. Joshi swung his legs a little. "I can congratulate you on graduation, big brother," I decided to defuse the situation. "Your entrance exam will start very soon."

"Yes!" the green-haired man said enthusiastically. "In a few months, you've gained an excellent body mass."

Hito looked at his beefy hands and Izuku was right, as were the others who nodded. He really began to have muscles, thanks to the help in training with Izuku, Joshi, grandpa and mom. It was a little unlucky with Grandpa that he could come up with all sorts of actions that you get tired of quickly. But over time, Hito got used to it, like Izuku, when his grandfather also began to teach him to practice. Their mother also has excellent musculature, probably also thanks to grandfather's karate skills.

"Thanks," Hito smiled coquettishly. "I will try to take the best result."