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Chapter 3: De revolutionibus orbium coelestium

The world is in constant revolution, both metaphorically and literally. Planet earth is in constant rotation, revolving around a star that in turn revolves around a galaxy that revolves around the entire universe. In this ephemeral life, the only spins that count are the ones that bring with them great magnitudes of something. Constant change, constant revolution, but in the end everything that spins return to its starting point. An endless cycle of revolutions.

In the middle of an arid jungle, whose humidity caused a haze worthy of a horror movie, Simón García was in his own constant revolution. Among the trees that touched the sky and the plants of the underworld, the brown-haired man stood straight, dressed in an impeccable military uniform. His hair was long, tied in a ponytail; same unkempt beard, same tired look, same bearing.

- Stop squealing, culicagada. We're just getting started. – Said the man with an authoritative and demanding tone of voice.

There, on her knees and panting, was a teenage girl with a white complexion, black hair tied in a bun and beautiful green eyes exhausted. She was also wearing a military uniform, which was far from being organized, it was torn in several places, where cuts and bruises could also be seen on the girl.

- I can't take it anymore... Please, I'm tired... – Said the teenager, trying to catch her breath. Simón watched her and only grunted.

- Do you think the enemy is going to stop because you're tired? Don't even think they're going to avoid putting a bullet between your eyebrows just because you're a girl. Now, stop complaining. We're done with the physical warm-up, it's time to train your quirk. – Said the brown-haired man with an angry voice, looking severely at the girl who was squirming.

The girl managed to get a little to her feet, and looked at Simón with anger and a hint of betrayal; the mulatto was unaffected by her gaze. The girl, grunting, swiftly moved her arm, and out of the earth shot a huge root that headed for the chestnut.

Simón didn't even flinch and just blocked the root with his forearm, breaking it, all the while staring at the dark-haired woman. The Caucasian woman growled in frustration.

- Pathetic. What a bad hijueputa control. Did you unblock your quirk yesterday? – Criticized the brown-haired man without ceasing to burn with his eyes the girl, who was giving the older man a death stare.

- Can't you see I'm tired, gonorrea? – The girl exclaimed exaltedly, summoning more roots from the ground, throwing them all towards the soldier.

Simón simply broke the roots by patting them with his hands, however, the mulatto did not move from his place. The man sighed and looked disappointedly at the girl.

- We have been training for months, and the progress with your quirk is almost nil. Your physical condition should not be so bad to run out of energy after basic training. Ponte las pilas. – Said the man as he approached the girl, who was trembling with anger.

Simón stopped near her, and relaxed his gaze a little as he watched her crestfallen face.

- Listen, I know you don't want to be here, but it's what you have to do. You have no choice, and if it makes you feel better, I have no choice either, my mission is to train you. – Simón said in a more relaxed tone. The girl's shoulders were still shaking.

- It's not fair... – Whispered the girl with a broken voice. Simón heard her.

- Life is not fair. Now in position, since you can't use your quirk effectively, we will at least train melee. – Simón said, taking a step back. The girl looked up in shock.

- B-But Simón, I can't do it anymore. I can barely feel my legs, my arms hurt and I have wounds everywhere. – The girl complained, giving him a desperate look.

The girl's pleas only caused the brown-haired man to frown. Without warning, the mulatto lunged towards the girl, delivering a dry punch to her stomach causing the teenager to double over in pain and spit from the impact. The girl's expression of surprise and betrayal was immediate.

- Stop complaining, hijueputa. The enemy won't care if you're tired or hurt, and neither will you. Fight and survive. – Growled the brown man, kicking the black-haired woman in the face, sending her a couple of meters to the side.

The girl was on the floor, trying to support herself with her arms, spitting blood on the ground as she tried to control her breathing. Simón simply walked towards her, looking at her with disdain.

- Defend yourself. This is what happens if you don't defend yourself from the enemy. – Exclaimed the mulatto in a deadly calm voice.

The next thing the black-haired woman felt was another kick, this time in the chest, leaving her completely out of breath. This did not stop the older man, who continued kicking her even while she was on the dirt. The girl couldn't even gasp anymore, only spit out blood as she felt her ribs cracking with each impact.

- Fight, carajo. Survive. Fight and survive. If you don't, you're going to end up like your mother. – Simón spat.

The girl tensed. Her eyes filled with anger as a war cry came from her throat. From the ground, roots much larger and denser than before appeared ready to strike the mulatto. Simón, surprised, jumped backwards while protecting himself with his arms crossed in front of him. The roots struck him, throwing him into a tree. The impact raised a cloud of dust. The brunette, still enraged and tearing her throat in screams, continued to throw the roots towards the place where Simón was thrown.

The teenager soon calmed down, trying to collect herself without taking her eyes off the dust. She watched in exasperation as Simón's figure walked out of the mess.

Once all the dust had dispersed, broken roots could be seen on the ground. Simón walked slowly, somewhat dirty and with his usual look. However, what was most striking was one of the roots stuck in his shoulder, blood splattered on his clothes and dripping down. The mulatto simply grabbed the root with his hand and tugged at it, pulling it out with an unpleasant, sickening sound, spreading more blood on the floor.

- That was better. – Simón said.

The girl watched wearily as the grotesque wound on her instructor's shoulder healed and within seconds the only trace that he had been injured was the blood on his torn uniform.

The mulatto approached the teenager, once again coming within arm's length of her.

- Get up, let's continue. – He ordered the young woman, who was crestfallen and trembling.

The black-haired girl looked up, showing how tears were gathering in her greenish eyes. However, what stifled the girl's heart the most was seeing Simón's half-crazed smile as he looked at her.

- I hate you. – Spat the green-eyed girl.

Musutafu, Japan.

- Ese muchacho que yo quiero tanto, ese que yo regaño a cada rato me hizo acordar ayer que así era yo también cuando muchacho. –

Simón's smile took a while to die. As Izuku left the testing room to join the rest, he had time to appreciate his mentor's maniacal grin. Simón approached the green-haired boy, placing both hands on his shoulders.

- We made a breakthrough, kid. You are one of the few cases of a quirk with quantum effects. – The brown-haired man declared. Izuku looked at him in confusion.

- I don't understand, sir. – The emerald-eyed boy said confused, looking Simón in the eye.

The stranger was about to continue explaining when those greenish eyes bore into his mind.

- I hate you. –

The flashback made his smile die and he walked away from young Midoriya like the plague. The other teachers were looking at him weirdly, especially Aizawa and Recovery Girl. The mulatto adjusted his tie, pulling himself together. He looked at Izuku again, but with his usual expression.

- Today we have made great progress, tomorrow we will come back here and I will explain everything well. Get ready, we will start the real training as soon as you get out of school. You can go now. – The mulatto ordered his pupil. The green-haired boy nodded shyly.

- Oh, I'll see you out, Midoriya-kun. After all I have high interest in those analysis books that Simón has mentioned. – Declared Principal Nezu, leading the teenager out. A few minutes passed before the thunderous laughter of the animal with quirk could be heard everywhere.

- I don't think you should have mentioned the boy's books, the least we need is another Nezu. – Eraserhead complained, sighing as he walked alongside Simón and Chiyo, both of whom shared the underground hero's concern.

- García-san, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you before you leave. – Asked suddenly the older heroine, earning a look of confusion from the mulatto and a curious one from Aizawa. Simón ended up just nodding and they both headed for the doctor's office, separating from Eraserhead.

- What would you like to talk about, Shuzenji-san? – The mulatto asked respectfully, even using the Japanese honorific. The older woman sat at her desk, pulling out a portfolio and looking at some pictures, before placing them on the table for Simón to look at.

The mulatto looked at the portfolio, they were images taken during Izuku's examination. It showed his bare chest, covered with burn scars, the same with his shoulders and back; some were less marked than others, but for the most part they were old. There were some more irregular scars, the most prominent being the one on his left arm, which took up almost his entire forearm. There was a scar on his chest, as if a firecracker had been thrown at him at point blank range, it was unmistakable that it had been a large burn. In addition, there were some curious marks on both wrists, lines too perfect to have been caused by his quirk.

- Se ponía triste al verme llorar y me daba un pedazo de panela. –

- I think it is correct to think that you had already noticed these old wounds on the boy, which were obviously not from training. I don't think you threw grenades at the boy to train him. – The doctor commented in a stern tone. Simón had an unperturbed look on his face.

- Yes, I am aware of his scars. I also know that they were not from training or his quirk. – The mulatto confirmed after a few seconds of silence.

- So, you have been training a child for three months knowing his situation, and you have done nothing about it? – The old woman reproached him with a hint of anger. Simón sighed.

- I am his instructor, not his mentor. I offered to train his body, not to solve his problems. – The Colombian declared coldly. Recovery Girl was holding back to avoid hitting him with her cane.

- García-san, part of being a teacher is to be concerned about both the physical and mental health of the students. I've only known the boy for a few hours and I already know how affected his psyche is. He almost started crying when he took off his shirt. Those scars were caused by someone. Do you even know by whom? – Chiyo finally asked, sounding exasperated.

Simón seemed to be keeping his cool, but the reality was that his mind was replaying memories he wished he could forget.

- I hate you. –

- You're mean to me! You're evil! –

The mulatto touched his forehead with his fingers, massaging himself a little.

- I have a theory who it was, yes. The kid is obviously bullied at his school, there's a blonde brat with an exploding quirk who hates Izuku for some reason. He hasn't told me directly, but most likely that jerk is the source of all his bullying. However, it seems that in the last three months ago the situation calmed down quite a bit. – The brown-haired man explained, looking at the floor. Recovery Girl snorted.

- How thoughtful of him. – Said the old woman sarcastically. Simón was still staring at the floor.

- Are you telling me that a high school student has been bullying and using as a blast test dummy your student and you have done nothing about it? – She asked with venom in her voice. Simón looked up; the doctor was angry.

- It is up to his parents to resolve the situation. Besides, Principal Nezu is informed about the explosive brat, he has him under surveillance. – The mulatto tried to explain, but the old woman's furious gaze remained.

- That's not what I mean. The boy needs professional help, it is obvious that he has more than just a trauma with his quirk, the poor thing trembled every time I touched him. – Said the old woman looking angrily at the Colombian.

- Also, now that you mention his parents, do you even know who they are? Have you met them? The child could be a victim of domestic abuse at worst, and at best his parents don't know that their son is set on fire every day. – Recovery Girl was actively scolding Simón.

The Colombian did not know how to feel. It was strange to be scolded, at least in this way. In the military, he was constantly reprimanded by his superiors, the yelling, scolding and punishments for him were just another form of speech. However, the way Chiyo scolded him felt different, the old woman's look was a mix between anger, understanding and concern.

- I didn't think it was necessary to meet his family, however, perhaps I should. – The mulatto said quietly, adjusting his tie absentmindedly.

- Perhaps? – Said the old woman.

- In about three weeks the boy will leave for winter vacation, I was planning to take him on a training trip out of town, so that he can adapt to different environments, wilder if possible. – Explained the Colombian seriously. Chiyo looked at him for a few seconds before sighing.

- Sometimes men can be so stupid, no matter how old they are. – The doctor growled under her breath. Simón looked at her doubtfully.

- You wanted to take a traumatized child without telling his parents? I thought you would be smarter, Mr. Colonel. – Recovery Girl sarcastically demanded. Simón's eyebrow twitched.

- The kid may have problems, but I wouldn't underestimate him. So far, he's done everything I've told him to do without complaining. He's come a long way in a short time, he has a soldier's aptitude. – Rebutted the mulatto. The veteran heroine looked at him in exasperation.

- García-san, this is not war. That boy is not a soldier, he is a child pursuing a dream. He will obviously do whatever you ask of him, it is not very difficult to deduce that you have been the only one who has given him a chance. He will do everything you order, without complaint, because it is obvious that he clings to the idea that at least one person has not discarded him – The doctor began to explain, in a calm but accusing tone. Chiyo had been a doctor for decades, she had treated many heroes and students, it was not the first time she saw a similar case.

Simón was silent, thinking in retrospect. Izuku had asked him if he thought he could be a hero the first time they talked, and the boy still couldn't find the confidence in himself. Simón had seen him hesitate, at all times the emerald-eyed boy doubted his abilities, so the mulatto thought the military style of training was best for the young Japanese. He would give him orders, Midoriya would only have to carry them out, without him having to think about whether or not he could do them.

And it was working, wasn't it?

The truth is that, although Izuku had advanced in his physical training, he still doubted himself; he was surprised every time he finished an exercise, he was scared when he realized how long he had been running or how heavy he was lifting. The child was the constant doubt, the insecurity, the self-doubt.

- And You should remember that even heroes and soldiers are people, after all. It is not healthy for Midoriya to simply bury his feelings in training, one day it will take its toll. You, as his instructor, are tasked with guiding your student. – The doctor continued as she moved to her computer, typing on the device. Simón stared at the floor, deep in thought and at the older woman's words.

Finally, Recovery Girl printed out some papers and handed them to Simón, who reflexively took them.

- These are priority orders for a psychological consultation, here at U.A. we have two excellent mental health professionals, the hero Hound Dog and the heroine Midnight, of course you can see other external options, I left some recommendations there. Go talk to his family, bring his parents tomorrow to see details. – Ordered the doctor, in a professional and authoritative manner.

Simón stared at the documents.

- I am not here to be your mentor. I will be your instructor. –

- I hate you. –

- The children, Simón... The children must be taken out of the forest. –

That last thought made the mulatto hold his breath, he hadn't thought about that person in so long, let alone those words. His head ached as he kept the memories from blooming in disgrace.

The veteran Colombian sighed and fixed his sleeves absentmindedly.

- That kind of training is all I know. – The man whispered, showing a hint of vulnerability. Recovery Girl softened her gaze and approached the burly man. The older woman placed her hand on the man's wrist showing comfort. Simón looked softly at the interaction.

- Isn't that why you came here, Colonel? I don't know the whole story, but I know you left Colombia to escape the war. If you really want to leave that violence behind, how about starting the change with a dreamer child? – The doctor spoke in an almost maternal tone. The mulatto's poker face wavered a little.

- Start all over again...? – The Colombian thought tentatively, remembering the feeling of freedom he felt as he watched the jungle recede through the airplane window.

- En el mundo en que yo vivo siempre hay cuatro esquinas, y entre esquina y esquina siempre habrá lo mismo. –

The mulatto looked at the documents once, seeing the name "Izuku Midoriya" reflexively.

- I will go to see his parents tomorrow. – The mulatto finally said, closing his eyes and putting the documents on his pocket as he stood up under the old woman's gaze.

Simón moved toward the door, pausing as he grasped the knob. The mulatto seemed to be debating whether to do or say something.

- Thank you. – He finally said, looking sideways at the heroine. Recovery Girl smiled.

- Start again, Colonel García. – She answered almost cryptically. Simón just nodded and walked out the door.

While on his way to his residential complex, Simón took out his cell phone to send a message to Izuku.

- "Boy, first thing tomorrow morning I'm going to your house to talk to your parents. Serious stuff. I know where you live, don't bother sending location." – Was the written message.

When he finally arrived at the front desk of his building, he felt his phone vibrate.

- "Yes, sir!" – Was Izuku's answer. He probably didn't know what else to say.

Upon entering, he noticed that as usual, Eraserhead was at a table along with Present Mic and Midnight, chatting and reviewing documents. According to what Aizawa told him, the other two heroes were forcing him to spend time with them outside their apartment.

- Good afternoon. – Greeted the brown-haired man, nodding to the heroes, specifically Shota. He was about to walk past as usual when he remembered Recovery Girl's words, the documents in his pocket suddenly felt heavy.

- I just want to help people. –

- I hate you. –

The memories hit him. Sighing, he turned to the trio of heroes, approaching. Aizawa looked at him quizzically. Simón's gaze fell on the purple-haired woman.

- Midnight, right? – He addressed the heroine, in his raspy voice and western accent.

Nemuri arched an eyebrow at the rustic man. She had tried to speak to him every time they met, but each time he simply replied formally and went on his way. It seemed he only spoke to Aizawa.

- You can call me Nemuri, Mr. Coronel. – The blue-eyed woman replied with a smile, saying the last word in broken Spanish.

- You're a school psychologist, right? Would you mind if we could talk about something? In private? – The man asked formally, earning a curious look from the woman.

- Mm, sure, big guy. Lead the way. – Confused, the woman agreed, getting up. Simón then began to walk with the voluptuous woman following him. All to the confused looks of the two male heroes.

- Y se parece tanto a papa, hombre del alma buena. –

Musutafu, the next day.

To say that Izuku Midoriya was nervous was an understatement. Yesterday, he had apparently made an important discovery about his quirk, inside the facilities of U.A. the academy of his dreams. He had discovered that he only had to open his eyes to have a better control of his quirk, plus mentor also seemed to have understood something else.

When he returned home the night before, he had been activating his quirk the whole time, not teleporting, but his new vision; it had become addictive in a short time. It was like seeing the world naked, being able to notice all the energy fluctuating in space, even being able to see people's energy. It seemed that each energy was assigned a color randomly or based on the personality Izuku had about that person. For example, his master's energy was black, turbulent, imposing; his mother's was a natural green, somewhat fickle but mostly soothing. Izuku's own energy was an emerald green with black spots, with a rather chaotic flow.

Besides playing with his eyes, Izuku almost teleported to the moon when he saw the message from his sensei. He wanted to come and meet his mother, even though he seemed to think he lived with his father too. The green-haired young man was hyperventilating for several minutes before replying to the mulatto.

Izuku was really afraid, he didn't understand why his sensei suddenly wanted to meet his family, considering his words on the first day of training.

- That means I won't be your daddy, I won't comfort you if you cry, I don't give a shit if you have problems, if mommy didn't make you your favorite breakfast. I couldn't care less about any of that, do you understand? –

The young man would be lying if he said those words didn't hurt him a little, but it wasn't an alien feeling.

- I don't know why I thought it would be different... Besides, sensei is doing too much for me already by training me, it's not necessary for him to treat me well, no one has ever done that anyways. – Izuku thought sadly as he bandaged his arms, it had become a habit after so many years.

Izuku hated the wounds his own quirk inflicted on him, he hated the wounds his bullies inflicted on him, but the wounds he hated the most were those. Emerald eyes stared at the scarred skin of his wrists, his whole body trembled and the windows of his soul grew moist. Desperately, he covered his wrists with the bandages, stifling a moan of frustration.

- Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars. –

Telling his mother about sensei coming up was also a trip to the underworld for him, although they had improved their somewhat withered relationship somewhat, the young Midoriya still had his reservations with his adoring mother. He loved her more than anything in the world, but the wound of desolation does not heal easily, he tried not to blame her, but it was hard not to resent her.

Just as he felt with All Might.

The green-eyed boy shook his head to avoid thinking about the number one hero, which was ironic looking at his room. He had put away all the All Might posters and many of his figures, leaving only a few of his favorites. His room looked less fanboyish. Izuku felt childish that he felt the need to keep his favorite hero's merchandise, but he just couldn't help himself.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring. His body tensed and he rushed out of his room, wearing a blue jean and a plain black T-shirt.

- I-Izuku-chan, your-your teacher is here! – His mother shouted, just as frightened as he was. The poor lady might be more nervous than her son. The lady was wearing a dark green sweater over a white shirt, a knee-length black skirt and blue slippers.

The young man was in charge of opening the door for him. There, his master was in his usual attire, black pants, black vest, black tie and a formal white shirt underneath. His face was the same as always, although Izuku could notice something slightly different in his expression, but he could not tell what it was.

- Good morning, Izuku. - He greeted his student formally. He immediately noticed his trembling and nervousness, behind the frightened boy stood an older, female version of him. She must be his mother.

- Good morning, sir! It's-it's a pleasure to have you here. This is my-my mother, Inko Midoriya. – Introduced the green-haired young man to his mother.

Simón took a step forward, bowing as the green-haired lady did the same.

- It is a pleasure to meet you, Inko-san. My name is Simón García. – He spoke respectfully, using Japanese suffixes.

- It's-it's a pleasure to meet you, García-san. Th-thank you very much for taking care of my son. – The lady replied, trembling and without looking at the intimidating man.

Simón took a few seconds to analyze the lady. Chubby, short, with dark circles under her eyes, her green hair was well-groomed, she trembled like a sheet of paper and stammered as if she were being threatened. Simón's theory of domestic violence by the mother was in the toilet. Which left only one option.

- Excuse me for being so bold, Inko-san, is your husband at home? What I came to talk about today also concerns him. – The mulatto asked without any filter, looking around the apartment as Izuku closed the door behind him. Simón noticed how they both tensed at the mention of the Midoriya patriarch.

- Um, excuse me, García-san, but Izuku's father doesn't live with us. He left to work in the United States almost 10 years ago, he hasn't come back since then, he only sends money. – The lady replied shakily. Simón noticed the look in both green-haired people's eyes, it was disturbing.

So, the theory of domestic violence was almost entirely dismissed, it was difficult for Izuku to be hit from across the ocean. However, there was still a psychological factor, abandonment.

- I understand, excuse my indiscretion. If you like, we can continue talking at the table. – Said the mulatto, waiting to be directed to the place. Mrs. Midoriya apologized effusively and guided him to the central table, both adults followed by a silent Izuku.

- Well, Inko-san, how much has your son told you about his training with me? – The brown-haired man asked, once they were seated.

- I have already known for a while that he had been training with someone, and last night he explained to me how he met you. I recognize you from the news of that incident, thank you so much for saving my Izuku-chan. – The mother bowed, holding back the urge to cry. Simón looked at her reflectively.

- I see, that makes things easier. You see, I came today mainly to introduce myself and to... apologize for not having done so earlier. Also, to ask your permission to take Izuku on a training trip. – Explained the mulatto as succinctly as he could, earning surprised looks from both Midoriyas.

- Training trip...? – Whispered mother and son.

- That's right, Izuku will be going on vacation in a couple of weeks, and I consider it timely for his training to gain experience in different environments. Especially, considering the recently discovered complexity of his quirk. – Explained the Colombian, earning a confused and hesitant look from Inko.

- His quirk... It has always been very difficult for him to handle; he always gets hurt and I worry a lot about him. – The mother mentioned in a distressed tone. Izuku looked down at the floor.

- I know, but I can assure you that this is not the first time I have trained someone with a complicated quirk. In addition, we have the support of the U.A. Academy, just yesterday we were there testing his quirk, where I discovered that the true nature of his ability is much more than we thought. – The mulatto continued explaining. Izuku was surprised, his sensei was always of few words, however, the Colombian was no stranger to giving speeches, as a military man he has had to give many talks, attend meetings and debates where much eloquence was required.

- What I mean is that Izuku, under my command, could gain control of his quirk. And yes, that includes not hurting himself anymore. – The man declared, causing Inko to look at him with surprise and a hint of hope.

- But how? His quirk counselor gave up on him since Izuku-chan was 5 years old. Even other doctors didn't know what was wrong with his body. – The older Midoriya said confused. The younger Midoriya looked equally intrigued at his master.

- It is complicated to explain, it requires some knowledge in physics to fully understand. In fact, Izuku will also be taking classes with me to understand his quirk, physics classes. – The man declared. Mother and son were noticeably confused.

- I... I don't know, García-san. – The mother murmured doubtfully. Simón noticed how Izuku's body tensed in panic.

- Please, Okaasan... Not again, please. – Izuku's body filled with fear as he believed that his mother was once again going to give his dream up for lost, preventing him from getting the training he always wanted to have from someone who at least trusted that he could try.

Simón saw through Izuku's eyes doubt, frustration and betrayal.

- Inko-san, let me try to explain why your son was hurting himself so much using his quirk. You see, your son has a warp/teleportation type quirk, all quirks registered with that subtype have one thing in common: they all, in order to function, use a physical property called a wormhole. Think of it as the quirk allows its user to bend space at his pleasure, opening a hole to travel through and exit wherever he wishes. – Simón explained, taking out a piece of paper and drawing two dots at both ends, then folding it over and drawing a pencil through where the two dots overlapped. Inko and Izuku nodded, both understanding.

- However, one thing I noticed is that your son's quirk did not seem to behave like an ordinary warp quirk. It is not normal for random body parts to be ripped off through a wormhole. At U.A. we did an experiment yesterday, and it confirmed my suspicions. Your son's quirk uses quantum properties to function. Just so you understand, it's as if all the particles that make up your son's body are pulled apart and put back together in the desired location. – Explained the man. Inko was having a bit of trouble keeping up with him, but Izuku, being as smart as he was, understood everything. Not only that, the young man came to a realization.

- So, that's why... That's why! – Suddenly exclaimed the emerald-eyed boy, gaining the attention of both adults.

- Honey? – The mother asked, not understanding. Simón looked at his student cryptically.

- Something to share, Izuku? – The man asked. Izuku kept looking at his left hand, where the scars that had tormented him all his life were.

- If what you say is true, sir... That means that the injuries I caused myself are due to some of the particles not being able to travel at all, right? – Izuku deduced, totally concentrated. Simón found it curious how every time the young man explained something all his insecurities disappeared.

- In essence, yes. There have been cases where you have not been injured, so it is possible to master it. Inko-san, your son will be able to master his quirk. – He assured the shivering mother.

Inko was trembling, and it wasn't long before she felt tears welling up in her eyes. What she felt was a mixture of excitement, joy, dread and hope, but the strongest emotion was undoubtedly guilt.

- I'm so sorry, Izuku! –

That time had been the first of many times she broke her little son's heart, eventually little Izuku stopped asking her if he could be a hero, if she could take him to the counselor, and she made no effort to help him. She gave up on her son's dream, one that she knew was not a mere infatuation, it was pure desire. Her little boy had been born with the gift of wanting to help, from a young age he had always been that way.

She could never comfort her son; she could never trust him.

A foreign hero who had been in the country for three months could. While Izuku was still apathetic, still indecisive, still lonely, every time he came back from training tired, bruised and with pain all over his body, she could appreciate a look she never expected to see again.

The sparkle in those beautiful emerald eyes had returned, just like the first time he saw that All Might video.

Inko suddenly stood up and approached Simón, who looked at her in confusion. Suddenly, the green-haired woman got down on her knees, bowing.

- Th-thank-you so much for-for trusting my son! Please help him to be the hero I never told him he could be! – The mother's desperate cries echoed through the apartment, to the surprised looks of both men.

Izuku opened his eyes, his eyes green as the purest jade with accumulated tears, barely able to process his mother's words and the fact that he was kneeling in front of his sensei. Those last words made Izuku's heart feel heavy.

- That was the day I felt, for the first time, that my mother really trusted me. –

- Okaasan... – Whispered the young man, crying silently.

Simón watched the scene with strange feelings. He didn't quite know what to feel. He simply got up from the chair and bent down to the mother's level, taking her by the shoulders.

- Please stand up. There is no need to kneel. I thank you for your trust, I promise you that under my command Izuku will be able to decide what kind of hero he wants to be. – He said to the mother, helping her to stand up.

- With that said, there are a few things I'd like to talk to you about. No quirks or heroics. It's better if it's... in private. – Simón commented after waiting a few minutes for mother and son to calm down a bit.

- Um, yeah, sure. Izuku-chan, why don't you go to the store to buy some rice and fish? We have very little. – She asked her son, who hesitantly agreed and stood up. However, he stood there staring at the ground. Suddenly, the green-haired young man hugged his mother.

The woman did not expect it, but it did not take her long to embrace her little son, squeezing him in her arms as if she was afraid that he was going to run away.

- Thank you so much, Okaasan. I love you. – He whispered to his mother, before breaking the hug and quickly walking away. In less than a few seconds Izuku was out of the apartment, leaving his mother with a tearful smile.

- So what did you want to talk about, García-san? – She asked a little more calmly. Simón sighed, there was no easy way to tell her things.

- Did you know that not all of your son's injuries were due to your quirk? – Simón decided to be direct.

For the next fifteen minutes, the Midoriya apartment was filled with the sound of heartbroken cries, exclamations of denial and in essence, the sound of a mother in pain, one of nature's most heartbreaking sounds.

Simón spared no details, showed him the photos taken of Izuku, explained the difference between burn wounds, told him about the time he saw the blond brat smash Izuku's face in.

- Because of all this, it is suggested that Izuku start taking therapeutic consultations, U.A. offered even though Izuku is not yet a student. He would be taking sessions with the heroine Midnight, she is a mental health professional, currently she also takes the case of another student with complicated traumas. – The mulatto explained.

- Although it is not an official classification, Hound Dog usually takes cases of students with conflicting personality problems, I usually take cases of students with problems stemming from some trauma. Send the child to me. –

Those were Nemuri Kayama's words the night before, the professional heroine had instructed him on how to handle the talk with Izuku's mother. However, Simón preferred more directness.

- I just... I want my son to be happy, I want to stop being a failure as a mother. – Inko began to speak after a couple of minutes in silence. Simón listened attentively.

- Every time my baby asked me if He could be a hero, I could only apologize and cry. I always felt guilty. When... When you're a parent, you only have one thing clear: to make your child feel safe no matter what, and that rules out telling him that his dream is over. – Said the mother, between shy cries.

Simón's gaze was lost in Inko's last words.

- Mami will always be with you, mijito. Whenever you remember me, I will be by your side with God, watching over you. –

Simón put his hand to his head, massaging his brow as he adjusted his tie.

- However, I committed a horrible sin in doing so. Every mother's duty is to believe in her children, no matter what the circumstances. I failed my baby; I have failed him so much. – Ended mother Midoriya with a whisper.

Simón looked at her, conflicted, and finally put a hand on the woman's shoulder.

- Honestly, Inko-san, I'd like to tell you that it's not your fault... But it is. However, telling you what you already know won't do much good. – Simón began to speak, softening his gaze. Since yesterday, the mulatto had been too vulnerable, the talk with Recovery Girl and the fluctuating memories in his mind had kept him awake.

- I am not a father, but I am a soldier. I have lived through war, I have been on the front lines, filling my hands with blood so that children do not have to suffer the cruelties of the world. I have kept the war going in the desolate forest of conflict. I don't know about parenting, but I know about responsibility. Your responsibility was to take care of Izuku, and while I don't think you are a malicious mother, you are right that you have failed. – The Colombian continued speaking. The look in Inko's eyes was one of pure suffering.

- But I think you should take this as a new chance. Izuku loves you as every son loves his mother, his forgiveness is not that difficult. Believe in him, Inko-san, after all, the only beings that are allowed to blindly trust someone are mothers with their children. – The brown-haired man finished speaking. His tone of voice during the whole conversation was not his characteristic harsh and tired tone, it was hard but soft, transmitting his authority, but without imposing it.

Inko couldn't take it anymore and threw herself into the colonel's arms, burying her face in the man's broad chest as she cried her eyes out. Simón froze, shocked by the action. He didn't know what to do, so he awkwardly just slapped her back a couple of times.

Musutafu, elsewhere.

Izuku had finished buying fish and rice for his mother, all the while thinking about his sensei's words, analyzing the implications of his quirk's new features. Unbeknownst to him, he had been muttering like crazy, earning strange looks from the rest of the people.

- Did he say my quirk had quantum properties? I guess what he said about particles, truth be told I'm not very familiar with quantum physics, I should look into it. So maybe with my new vision the energy I see is the quantum energy of particles? Is that even a true concept? Being able to see or somehow perceive the quantum world is amazing and terrifying at the same time, it's like seeing the micro world over the macro. – Izuku's mutterings were as frantic as ever, his body was on automatic as he paid and left the store.

As he walked out the door, he casually looked up slightly, his mumbling stopped.

A few meters away from him were those red eyes. Those red eyes that haunted him in nightmares. For some reason, despite seeing him almost every day at school, seeing him casually, plus being as sensitive as he was, made his fears multiply. It was already difficult to control his panic attacks every time he casually heard the sizzling hands of that blond he once called his friend.

- I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel, but it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to believe this is real. –

Izuku could feel his chest tighten and his breathing was starting to become ragged, his body tensed and all the green haired boy wanted to do was disappear under the ground. He felt his eyes glow, trying to avoid the urge to close them and simply forced his quirk to shut down.

- Hey, isn't that Deku? –

One of the cronies spoke, and Izuku simply walked as fast as he could in the opposite direction. To his good fortune, he was not followed.

The poor emerald-eyed boy leaned against a wall when the tent was no longer visible. He was breathing heavily.

Would he ever feel safe?

Musutafu, Shizuoka Prefecture. Next day.

Due to the stressful time that both Izuku and mother went through, Simón told him that they would postpone this consultation at the A.U. to the next day. However, Inko did decide to go talk to Chiyo and Midnight about Izuku.

- So you want me to be the one to tell him that he will be attending psychological consultations? Why? – Simón asked confused, looking at the two heroines and the mother.

- We think that since in Izuku's mind you are the first person he trusted, he would take it best if you were the one to open up about the harassment and everything else. – Midnight explained, with Recovery Girl nodding.

- Please, García-san, I only want the best for my son. – Inko pleaded, clasping her hands together. Simón sighed and adjusted his tie.

- All right, I'll do it. –

That was the conversation the mulatto had yesterday. Midnight felt that the training trip would be a good time to bring up the subject a little at a time, after all they will be almost three months away from Musutafu.

Simón found it curious how the Japanese education system had changed. Before, classes started in April and ended in March, divided into 3 academic terms, from April to July, September to December and then from January to April. However, over time it changed a bit. Classes still started in April, but in the middle of the year students only had 2 weeks off, so the periods were divided between April to June, July to September and September to December, leaving students with almost three months of vacation.

With that being said, it was already approaching the second to last week of December and Izuku would be leaving his first year of middle school. From what he heard from Midnight, she had recommended to Inko to change Izuku's school next year, as apparently Inko a few times went so far as to ask different teachers of Izuku if everything was alright, many times them being the ones who complained about Izuku by calling him a "trouble maker".

The green-haired young man was back in the testing room with the same people as last time, with the inclusion of Midnight. They redid the same exercise as last time three times with different bracelets, same result. Not only had Izuku teleported smoothly three times, but only once did he generate a small scratch.

- So, Midoriya-kun, tell me about your eyes. – Nezu said, reading the last entries of Izuku's analysis book, beside him were 12 other books that the director read in record time.

- It's as if I can see the energy around me, but it doesn't seem to be thermal energy or anything similar. It is another type of energy. When I focus on teleporting, my green energy appears all over the room and I have to concentrate on a specific place in order to appear there, however, I have noticed that the final position is not correct. Even in a basic horizontal shift of a few meters there seems to be a margin of error in my final position no matter how much I concentrate on where I want to be. – Izuku as such was not mumbling, he was speaking loud and clear, but he was speaking incredibly fast. Power Loader, Midnight and Aizawa looked at him in exasperation, with Nezu and Simón being the only ones who seemed to keep up with him.

- Are you saying that when you focus on teleporting, your own green energy appears all over the room? Are you saying as if it's coating the whole room? Or as if silhouettes of energy like yours are appearing all over the place? – Simón asked, completely focused, as he finished writing something in a notebook that he then passed to Nezu.

Aizawa noticed mathematical symbols that he could not understand.

- I would say rather the latter, sir. But what does it mean? – Izuku replied, thoughtfully. Nezu finished reading and looked at Simón, nodding. Simón put away his notebook.

- To explain it to you, you'll have to go through physics classes with me. – Said the mulatto, making the green-haired boy tremble a little.

- Mm, actually, colonel, let me teach him, at least for the time he is here. – Said Nezu. Everyone looked at him with surprise and doubt.

- Aren't you too busy being the director of the A.U. and all? – The Colombian asked sarcastically, the director just laughed.

- Well, I have some time, and young Midoriya-kun has certainly impressed me with his notes. Besides, while I know you are well qualified, colonel, it would be better for him if someone with pedagogical notions taught him at the beginning. – Nezu explained, laughing.

Shota and Nemuri arched their eyebrows, while they both knew that Simón was smart, more than once it seemed that Nezu set his academic skills too high.

- Um, sir, can I ask you a question? – Suddenly asked the emerald-eyed boy.

- What's the matter, kid? – Simón asked. The greenette was fidgeting nervously and trembling.

- W-Well, I've been wondering... How do you know so much about science and stuff? Principal Nezu has already implied that, well... You know a lot? – The boy asked shyly. Midnight thought he looked cute.

Simón looked at his student with thoughtful eyes. The mulatto adjusted his tie and sighed.

- That's because I'm a doctor in theoretical physics, kid. - Replied the mulatto. Everyone except Nezu was surprised.

- You have a PhD in physics? Unexpected, I thought you had been in the military most of your life. – Eraserhead said, looking confused at his future co-employee. Simón looked at the clandestine hero.

- The military is not only full of people who know how to fight, they often pay for promising soldiers to study certain fields that the government is in need of. Like in World War II, when they forced several renowned scientists to participate in human and nuclear research projects. – Explained the mulatto. Shota nodded in understanding. Nezu was still laughing as he sipped his tea.

Simón then noticed the look Izuku was giving him. The teenager was looking at him with wide eyes and mouth, bright eyes and a slight blush. The mulatto arched an eyebrow. Midnight thought he looked cute.

- You are amazing, sir. Not only are you a hero, you also have a doctorate. – Said the boy smiling in complete admiration.

Simón felt strange listening to the boy's words, he did not know how to define the sensation.

- I hate you. –

The Colombian looked away, sighing.

- Whatever, boy. –

After that, Nezu led Izuku to his office in the company of Aizawa, as the young Midoriya wanted to start immediately with his classes. Simón simply left, although a curious Midnight caught up with him.

- Izuku-kun is very cute. – Suddenly said the blue-eyed woman, walking next to the mulatto. Simón did not answer.

- It's... Horrible for what he had to go through at such a young age. I've seen cases like this before, and I wish I didn't have to see them again. – Midnight began to say in a serious tone. The stout man gave her a sidelong glance.

- It breaks my heart how even in a society of heroes it is impossible to save everyone. But at least Izuku-kun found you and can now receive help. – Finished saying the beautiful woman with a slight smile.

- ... Children of the forest. - Simón whispered. Midnight looked at him in confusion, having only caught the last bit. She decided not to say anything, the look on the chestnut's face seemed complicated.

Unbeknownst to them, a thin blond man in a yellow suit had spotted the group leaving the research building. The man's tired blue eyes were fixed on the figure of the green-haired boy.

- Young Midoriya...? – Whispered the blond.

With Izuku, he and the two heroes were in the office. Nezu had started by taking out some basic physics books and gave him a little test to find out what level the young man was at. After determining that Izuku had a good grasp of classical mechanics, Nezu began to explain new concepts to Izuku on the blackboard while the boy took notes. Aizawa had pulled out a yellow sleeping bag of sorts and had begun to sleep.

After a while, Nezu received a call and excused himself with the teenager to attend a quick meeting. Izuku was left alone with Aizawa sleeping.

The green-haired boy began to look at the sleeping man, trying to determine which hero he was, he had recognized everyone but the black-haired man. The man kept to himself, he seemed to get along well with the Colombian colonel.

- Stop looking at me, you're keeping me awake. –

The man's raspy voice startled Izuku, making him shiver and scream, cowering in his chair.

- I-I'm sorry. – Said the boy, trembling. Shota watched him, was he really scared?

- It's okay, don't worry. Were you trying to guess which hero I am? – The black-eyed man asked. Izuku looked down and nodded ruefully.

- Well, it's no surprise that you don't know me. I'm an underground hero, I stay out of the public eye. – Explained the man. The emerald-eyed boy looked at him interested and thoughtful.

- D-Due to your quirk, Mr. Aizawa? – The teenager asked, still trembling. Shota arched his eyebrow.

- Yes, my quirk works best as a surprise factor. Good thinking. – Complimented the black- haired man.

- M-may I... May I ask what your quirk is? – Asked the green-haired boy, hesitantly.

- That would be counterproductive for an underground hero, Midoriya. – Aizawa replied.

- Y-Yes, I know. Sorry for-for asking. – The greenette apologized, glancing at his notebook sheepishly.

Ever since Simón casually told him that he was training a middle school student, Shota labeled him as irrational. When he discovered it was the same brat who had thrown himself into a hostage situation, it was the height of irrationality. But Simón had a point about something.

- The kid had the balls to do the job that the adults who were there should have done, in this case the heroes. A child shouldn't do an adult's job, but that brat didn't hesitate. –

Shota could not ignore that he was a thirteen-year-old brat, with more problems and traumas than days alive. He noticed that the first day he met him, at first he had thought he would be an idiot who liked to show off his power or a jerk who had had his head filled with the idea that he was going to be a great hero.

But it turned out that not only was he not that, he was quite the opposite. He was scary, insecure, full of injuries caused either by his own quirk or by bullies, he couldn't control his power because apparently you had to have a PhD to understand it.

- I just want to help people. –

The boy was lost, he wanted to be a hero, but didn't know if he could. He probably didn't think he was good enough, doubting if he could ever control his power and if it would do any good.

Shota could relate to that a bit.

- My quirk allows me to erase the quirks of others if I look at them. – Suddenly blurted the dark-haired man, after several minutes in silence. Izuku listened and was shocked, until a realization came to his mind.

- You're Eraserhead! – Exclaimed the boy in excitement, earning a surprised look from the older man.

- How do you know who I am? – He asked in confusion. Aizawa wasn't kidding when he said he was little known, he was respected among heroes, but in the common people he might as well be a ghost.

Izuku started talking fast about how great his quirk was, how much his fighting style inspired him, and other things that Shota couldn't pick up on. Eventually, Izuku fell silent, still twitching in his seat from excitement.

- Tell me, child, why did you put yourself in danger on that occasion? It was extremely dangerous and irrational, if it wasn't for Simón, you and that other child would have died. – The man asked. Izuku got excited and began to tremble, he felt another scolding coming.

He also wondered at times, why had he done it? He reflected on it every so often, and he was right that it was unwise. But, he had no regrets. Izuku had seen those bloody red eyes begging for help, and regardless that they were the same eyes that frightened him, he couldn't help but do something to save him.

- I-I couldn't help it... I saw Ka-Kacchan's eyes asking for help and... My legs moved on their own. – The boy answered honestly.

Shota opened his eyes, totally surprised as he climbed out of his sleeping bag.

- Hey, this is your umbrella, isn't it? –

The image of a blue-haired boy appeared in his mind. Shota had a reflective look on his face as he looked at Izuku. He could see the similarities between the boy and himself when he was younger, but he could also see the resemblance to that other idiot of yesteryear.

- When I was attending U.A. I had a friend. Like you, that idiot acted without thinking. He saw someone in danger and didn't think about the consequences, he just helped them. – Aizawa started to tell out of nowhere, earning a confused look from Izuku.

- On the other hand, I was the opposite. I thought a lot about the consequences, but not because I rationalized, I did it because I doubted myself. – Aizawa approached the emerald-eyed young man. Izuku now listened attentively to the man's words.

- He... He helped me find confidence in myself. He inspired me in more ways than one. – Eraserhead said in a solemn tone. The green-haired young man looked conflicted as he noticed the man's expression.

- W-what happened? – The teenager asked hesitantly. Shota kept looking at Izuku.

- He died. Saving me. – The man declared. Izuku felt a pang of empathy, Eraserhead didn't show it and was good at hiding it, but the green-haired young man could see the pain in his dark eyes.

- I'm... I'm so sorry. – The boy didn't know what else to say.

- Ironically, that was the first day I felt like a real hero. I managed to apprehend the villain with my friend's inspiring words in mind. When it was all over, I was told that he had not survived. – He continued counting. Aizawa touched his glasses absentmindedly.

- I remember that day well and badly at the same time, but if I could define what the feeling was like when I threw myself at the villain... I would say "my legs moved on their own". – Shota stated. Izuku watched him with wide eyes, his beautiful jade-colored eyes were filling with tears.

- You remind me a little bit of me back then and a little bit of my friend. Don't waste your life, take advantage of the opportunities you are being given now. I understand that you were unlucky most of your life, but you are lucky now. Some people were never lucky. – He said in a serious tone to the sobbing boy, who only nodded. There was silence for a couple of minutes.

- Mr. Aizawa... When will I know I can be a hero? When will I know I am ready? – Izuku asked with a desperate tone.

The young greenette had been gnawing at his head for months now, he had already been told he had potential, but could he be a hero?

- I don't know, can you? –

- Please help him be the hero I never told him he could be! –

- What kind of hero do you want to be? What is a hero to you? –

- I don't think you can be a proper hero. –

Shota looked at the conflicted young man, tearing up in despair, it was déjà vu. Shota remembered some words from his friend.

- The three of us should open an agency together. That's my plan. – Said the young blue- haired man smiling at Eraserhead and Present Mic students.

- How can you be so sure that we will all become heroes? Especially me. Why are you so sure that I will be a hero? – Said a young, apathetic Shota. The young blue-haired man just smiled.

- I guess I can't know... It's just a leap of faith. –

Shota glanced at Izuku before turning away, feeling the young man's gaze burning his back. Aizawa bent down to pick up and put away his sleeping bag. He headed for the door, and before leaving he turned to see an embattled Izuku.

- You won't know, it's a leap of faith. That's all it is, Midoriya... A leap of faith. –

Without further words, the clandestine hero retreated from the office, leaving a shocked Izuku in tears.

When Nezu returned, Izuku was furiously reading one of the guide books while writing notes. The principal noticed something different in the young green-haired boy's gaze.

Taki, Mie Prefecture. One month later.

The next few weeks passed quickly for Izuku. At school he did his best to go unnoticed, the young greenette was able to finish his exams and assignments without incident beyond the occasional hurtful comment from a student or teacher, or someone writing "Quirkless", "Useless", "Waste of air" and other synonyms on his desk. Surprising as it may seem, to Izuku that seemed pretty minor compared to the things that were done to him before.

Their study sessions with the director were fruitful and enjoyable, when they were not studying physics they talked about quirks and the physics behind them. They were long talks between the intelligent animal and the greenette. Usually, Simón or Aizawa were present. Izuku enjoyed the company of both adults, even if they didn't say much.

Physical training with Simón had been based on maintaining his fitness and reflexes, as well as reciting physics concepts, equations and solving problems while he exercised or his mentor threw different types of projectiles at him. It was pretty brutal.

With each passing day, Izuku noticed that he had more training scars and for some reason that made him feel good. At least those scars did mean something positive to him, all his hard work, not like the others that made him feel sick and disgusted with his body.

As almost three weeks passed, he finally finished his first year of middle school, and he knew that now the really brutal part was about to begin. His mother helped him pack a suitcase with the essentials, he was going away for almost three months. When it was time to say goodbye, his mother cried her eyes out as she clung to him like a koala bear.

- Izuku-chan, I'm so proud of you. –

He also cried after those words.

He met his mentor at the train station, he didn't have much on him, just a small travel suitcase, he was wearing his black and white suit as usual. Izuku sometimes wondered what his hero suit would look like, if he had one.

- Where are we going, sir? –

- I found some pretty wooded places on the internet. Let's go to Mie. –

And indeed, almost 4 hours of train travel later, Izuku set foot in Mie Prefecture for the first time, specifically the town of Taki. The green-haired boy had never really been here, whenever he had traveled with his mother it had always been within Shizuoka or to Tokyo.

They soon found themselves at the hotel where they were to stay. It was small, but it looked reliable. Simón had rented just one room for the two of them, Director Nezu had made it clear to him that their little trip was going to come out of his pocket.

The areas around the village were wooded, mountainous, the kind of environment the Colombian hero liked. Soon Izuku was on his first day of training.

- Well, you have come a long way in your studies and physical training. Now, to understand the science behind your quirk you need more than classical mechanics, so I will now try to explain to you summarized concepts of quantum physics. With any luck, you won't need any more, to begin with, and we can leave the calculations for later. – Simón explained to his student. The mulatto knew that explaining quantum physics to a thirteen- year-old was complicated, but Izuku was smart, very smart. Besides, it's not that he really needs to understand the most formal part of quantum physics, it would be enough for him to understand the concepts to see if it affects in a positive way the functioning of his quirk.

- Yes, sir! – Izuku shouted.

- Now, shut up and listen. I'm going to explain to you the main phenomenon that explains your quirk. It is called quantum superposition. Basically, all subatomic particles, that is, the particles that make up the elements of matter, such as an electron, a neutron, etc., have a curious behavior. Let's do a mental exercise, suppose I release a proton into the empty space, I had it in my hand, but no longer, one would think that the particle propagates in space as a sphere, but in reality it does so as a wave. – The Colombian began to explain, using a marble as an example and then changing it for a long piece of paper with several spheres drawn on it. Izuku watched attentively, not wanting to take notes yet.

- So what if I want to know where my proton is now? It turns out that the particle will be everywhere its wave has reached. Kind of like when you throw something into a pond, this generates waves, imagine that everywhere the waves reached, there's your particle. Now, I understand that you are thinking that it sounds like the particle multiplied, right? – Simón asked noticing Izuku's conflicted face, who nodded.

- Not really, we'll go into detail later, but what really happens is, the particle has a certain probability of being in a certain place in the wave depending on its intensity, and you only know that when you measure where it is, it's called quantum collapse. In essence, it's a random process. It's as if I threw a ball in the real world, and instead of calculating its trajectory with a parabola, I had to calculate the probability of it landing in a certain place depending on the force with which I threw the ball. Do you understand? – Simón asked his student.

Izuku then began to mumble, picturing the situations in his mind and sorting out the new concepts.

- I... I think I understand, that's why when I use my vision I see how my own energy spreads through the place where I am. - Izuku concluded. Simón felt the urge to smile, the boy was smart.

- Good, you understand. Now, we're going to be training with your quirk. Pretty much like we did in the lab, you're going to teleport horizontally for as many meters as you want or can. The idea is that none of the times you use your quirk you will get hurt, and by that I mean no scratches. Not even one. – Explained the Colombian, with a stern look on his student, who nodded trembling with fear.

- Yes, sir! –

As it turned out, that was easier said than done. After doing a long physical warm-up session, where he had to run up a steep mountain so many times he lost count, he proceeded to train his quirk. He was not happy with the result. After two hours of doing simple teleportation's, his arms were full of cuts, his legs and even his chest. It was nothing serious, but it was a lot of cuts, as if he had fought with a pack of cats.

Simón kept track of how many times he hurt himself.

- 6 out of 10 times, you hurt yourself by using your quirk in the simplest possible way. In fact, half of the time, I expected that having a better understanding of your quirk, there would be a more significant improvement. I promised your mother that you would not hurt yourself with your quirk again. Try harder, kid. – The mulatto seriously scolded his student, giving him the look of a military instructor. The boy only had his head down.

What he didn't tell his mentor was that the vast majority of times he used his quirk, those red eyes appeared in his mind.

- DIE! –

- Better kill yourself already, no one will miss you. –

- I just want you to fucking die! –

Simón looked at the trembling boy, his hard gaze wavering slightly.

- If you really want to leave that violence behind, how about starting the change with a dreamer child? –

- But at least Izuku-kun found you and can now receive help . –

- The children, Simón... The children must be taken out of the forest. –

The mulatto grunted under his breath and adjusted his tie, moving closer to the boy and placing a hand on his shoulder. Izuku shivered at the touch, almost pulling away, but the brown-haired man gripped him firmly.

- Look, kid, you're doing fine. You just... You just have to try harder. – Tried to say the brown-eyed man in the nicest way possible. Izuku just nodded as he wiped his watery eyes with his freshly bandaged forearm.

- Let's stop the training for today, there is still some daylight, go walk around town. I'll wait for you at the hotel for nightfall. – Said the mulatto, before turning and walking away.

Izuku stood there for a while, pensive, until he finally decided to start walking.

- I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard. –

Taki, Mie Prefecture. One hour later.

Izuku expected everything in his life. Suffering, pain, disappointment, despair and more pain. But he sure didn't expect his day to take a 180-degree turn. Izuku Midoriya did not expect a Copernican revolution to happen today.

In less than an hour, saddened by his lousy day, he found himself helping an unknown girl his age. The prettiest girl he had ever seen, Izuku would add. He listened to her talk a bit about her problems and he likewise talked to her about his. They ended up comforting each other.

But the words that came out of her sweet voice changed everything.

- After all, today you were my hero. –

Izuku collapsed after that, he began to cry and sob as he thought of all the times he had been told otherwise, how useless he was. He had lost count of how many times he had been told that someone would rather die than be saved by him, and now a sweet girl had called him her hero.

- Oh, Midoriya-kun! What's wrong, are you in pain?! How can I help you?! – Ochako started to panic when she saw her new friend crying, the girl wanted to help, but she didn't know how. She started to check him for any wound, and the truth is that he did have several.

His arms were bandaged and bloodstained, the same with his legs. Overall he looked pretty bruised, as if he had just come out of a fight, or rather a beating.

- Oh my god, Midoriya-kun, I didn't notice how hurt you are. What happened to you? Should we go to the hospital? – Asked the girl with autumn-colored eyes, looking with extreme concern at the young man while holding him by the shoulders for fear that he would fall, causing the boy to tremble with fear. The young Uraraka girl pushed her hands away believing she had hurt him.

Izuku stopped his crying to stare dumbfounded at the steadily blushing girl. Was she worried about him? Why? He was just crying as pathetically as he had always done. In the green-haired young man's mind, it made no sense for Ochako to be worried about him, but that round face full of worry couldn't lie. She couldn't be lying, otherwise Izuku wouldn't be able to stand it.

- I-I'm fine... it's just from my training, it doesn't really hurt much, it's just tiredness. – Stammered the boy, blushing at the girl's intense gaze.

- Midoriya-kun, you're really hurt. I understand that it's because of training, but... – The girl started to say, hesitantly, looking at the broken state of the green-haired boy.

- I-I'm-I'm fine, really. S-sorry for crying so pathetically. – The boy apologized, looking down, not wanting to look at her reaction.

- Don't say that, I don't think crying is pathetic. Crying releases the tensions of the heart, or at least that's what my mother says. – The girl told him, first in a stern tone, and then smiled warmly at him.

Izuku looked at her again, her smile was honest and her words felt even more honest. Something felt out of place to him, it didn't make sense.

- I... I don't understand. – The freckled boy whispered, but Ochako could hear him.

- What do you mean? – Asked the brunette, confused. She noticed how Izuku's face began to twist in different emotions until he finally looked her straight in the eyes.

Emerald and chocolate found themselves staring at each other.

- Why do you care about me? – He asked, looking at her with genuine curiosity.

Ochako was able to check her facial features better. His face was a bit round, not as round as hers, his cheeks had those cute freckles, his eyes were big and round, with an emerald color she had never seen before. His expression was what dismayed her the most, she knew this boy was kind, she had always considered herself good at reading people, and he had helped her too, a complete stranger. Those pretty green eyes looked broken.

- Why shouldn't I? You cared for me, it's only natural that I do too. – Ochako finally said, smiling at him without taking her eyes off him.

- Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothing else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak, there are not words left to speak. –

None of them knew at what point a song started playing in the background, or where it was coming from. It didn't really matter. Izuku was more than shocked. It didn't make sense, it really didn't, did it? Why was this girl he had just met an hour ago giving him such cute smiles? Should he stop looking at her? Was he looking like a stalker?

- I... Thank you. – He could only thank the boy, trying to resist the tears. Izuku stood up straight, being able to notice that he was a little taller than the chestnut.

- You're welcome! That's what friends are for, right? – Ochako said, smiling in a bubbly manner. Izuku's breathing stopped again.

- F... Friends? – The green-haired young man repeated incredulously.

- Yes! I like to make friends, I don't have many, but I like it. And you're a great person, I'd like to be your friend... If you want, of course. – The bubbly energy was lost at the end as Ochako spoke. She hadn't thought that maybe the nice guy in front of her wouldn't want to be her friend.

After all, it wouldn't be the first time she had been laughed at when she offered her friendship.

- Pf, they say that, if you befriend her, she eats all your lunch. –

- Ha, if she likes eating so much, why doesn't she eat my dick? At least that way she would be useful. –

The echoes of the voices in her mind echoed with malice, flooding the chocolate-eyed girl with deep fear. She had always been very friendly, in kindergarten and elementary school that hadn't been a problem, all this animosity towards her had started this year, in middle school.

- I-I just... I don't understand, why do you want to be my friend? It doesn't make sense. – Izuku's voice brought her out of her thoughts, the boy looked so lost.

Could he really not handle the idea of her wanting to be his friend? Or could he just not handle the idea of someone wanting to be his friend? That last thought filled Ochako's heart with sympathy.

Izuku had been her hero today, but now he seemed vulnerable. Who saves a hero when a hero needs help? When a hero suffers, who protects him? Ochako took a deep breath and made sure to always smile as she looked at the freckled boy.

- Actually, it makes sense to me, Midoriya-kun. I know we just met, but I feel that you're a good person and it's always good to have friends like that. – Ochako explained her childish reasoning without dropping her spirits. Deep down, she was still worried about the bad experiences, but she wanted to try to help this kind boy.

Izuku felt like he had passed out in his training and was dreaming. He felt something in his heart, something new, a warmth he hadn't felt since he was a little boy, a feeling buried by years of abuse and rejection.

Someone wanted to be his friend.

- I... I do want to be your friend, Uraraka-san! – He suddenly exclaimed, bowing slightly. Some tears fell to the floor, he hated crying so much, it made him feel so weak and he did it all the time. Then he heard a sweet laughter.

- Hehe, you don't have to bow down, Midoriya-kun. You are so serious. – Said the brunette holding one of her cheeks as she laughed merrily at the greenette boy.

Izuku looked up and blushed heavily, turning his back straight again.

- S-sorry. – He apologized shyly. Ochako just smiled making cheerful sounds.

- Don't be. Thank you for agreeing to be my friend, Midoriya-kun. – She heartily thanked the boy, feeling her worries drift away. Gradually, the boy's smile also returned, both of them staring at each other for a few seconds with red cheeks.

Noticing the night again, Ochako remembered that she had to go home and they started walking out of the park. They both talked about trivial things, between stutters and incredibly comfortable silences.

- You're not from around here, Midoriya-kun? – The girl asked, curious.

- N-No, I'm from Shizuoka Prefecture, Musutafu City. I arrived here today with my mentor for my training. – Explained the boy.

- I see, yes, your accent gives away that you're not from around here. – Smiled the brunette, making the green-haired young man blush. The two continued talking for a while after that.

- Are you training to be a hero? So soon? – The girl asked dumbfounded, after Izuku told her a little about what his training was for. Izuku was already with a perpetual blush on his cheeks.

- Y-Yeah, well, it's just that my-my quirk is complicated to use. A few months ago I met my mentor by chance and he decided to train me. – Explained the young man haltingly. Ochako nodded in understanding.

- I see, he's that person you were afraid of letting down, isn't he? I don't think you have to worry, I'm sure he's eager to help you master your quirk. – She replied with her bubbly energy that had already charmed the babbling boy.

- Uraraka-san, if you don't mind me asking, what is your quirk? – The boy asked shyly. The chestnut looked at him before smiling and showing him her open hands. The young man again noticed those cute cat-like pads on her fingertips.

- My quirk is called Zero Gravity, everything I touch with my five fingers will lose its gravity and start to float, like me before, hehe. However, if I make too many heavy things weightless it makes me nauseous. – Ochako declared with a silly grin. Izuku looked at her with sparkles in his eyes.

- That's incredible, Uraraka-san! You have control over one of the four fundamental interactions of the universe! Your quirk is incredible! – Praised the green-haired boy in utter exaltation. Ochako was speechless, blushing furiously until her face was like a tomato.

- I-It's not that great, I just f-float stuff. – Tried to rebut the autumn-eyed girl, looking away embarrassed.

- That's awesome! That description of your quirk seems vague though. Making something immune to gravity is quite complicated, every object with mass can be affected by gravity, and every object with mass has gravity itself because its own mass generates gravity in space. – Izuku began to mutter, though not so fast so Ochako could understand him, well, really she could only understand the words, but not what he was referring to.

- To deprive an object of its gravity, you must either take away its mass or its gravitons, of the latter I'm not sure, I recently read an article explaining the discovery of gravitons. It doesn't seem like you take away the objects mass, because the mass would have to go somewhere. Hmm, it may be that, instead of depriving an object of its gravity, you are actually accelerating them upwards, so that they counteract the acceleration gravitational pull of the earth causing them to have "negative weight" and thus float. – Now he was really mumbling fast. Ochako was getting dizzy.

- Midoriya-kun, please breathe. – Begged the girl before going crazy, though, on the other hand, she found his murmur a bit tender.

Izuku stopped and blushed.

- I-I'm sorry, Uraraka-san. It's a habit of mine. – Izuku apologized.

- No, no, don't worry, what were you saying about me speeding things up? – The girl asked curiously, she was really interested. Midoriya seemed to be quite intelligent, maybe he could tell her something she didn't know.

- Well, essentially you can either control gravitons or apply kinetic force to objects. Have you ever tried to make things heavier or go to the left or right? – The emerald-eyed young man asked, curious. Ochako, captivated by the boy's intelligence, shook her head.

The girl looked at the floor, searching for a big enough rock. Picking it up, she concentrated on making it heavier, she didn't know how, she just wished it would go down instead of up. Touching it with her five fingers, a pink glow appeared.

Izuku watched the phenomenon fascinated, although he couldn't help but see the girl's face of concentration either, she looked very tender in his eyes, she even seemed to inflate her cheeks. Then, he noticed that the rock did not float, although Ochako had touched it, at least for five seconds before it started to float.

- Wow, I did feel it heavy for a few seconds! You're amazing, Midoriya-kun! – Totally ecstatic to have found a new aspect to her quirk, the girl didn't think much of it and hugged her new friend.

Izuku trembled at the touch, at first frightened and with his heart pounding from fear, however, the girl's touch was gentle, so the fear left his body a little, leaving only embarrassment. But the warmth and calmness he felt quite appeased his grief. On the other hand, he was a growing teenager, as was his new friend, whose growth was going quite well if you asked Izuku. Trying to ignore those last thoughts, Izuku just tried to concentrate on the warmth he felt in his chest.

- You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much. At long last, love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive. –

Ochako then realized what she was doing, quickly separating from Izuku as her whole body turned red.

- I-I-I-I'm sorry, Midoriya-kun! I-I was excited and didn't think! – The girl exclaimed apologetically, wishing she hadn't made her green-haired friend uncomfortable.

Izuku's face was red, but there were conflicting feelings in it. He had been scared at first, people don't usually touch him for good things, but the feeling of peace that had filled him had pleased him.

- It's-it's okay, Uraraka-san. It wasn't bad at all… – The boy whispered, but the chestnut heard him.

The embarrassed girl then remembered the rock floating a couple of meters above them, quickly lacing her fingers together, causing the rock to fall to the ground. Izuku watched in fascination.

- Oh, yeah, I bring them back to normal by touching my fingers, hehe. – Ochako commented, noticing that she had forgotten that part.

Izuku kept talking about how amazing her quirk was, with Ochako blushing. Soon, they started chatting about more banal things, like how old they were and what year of school they were in. They discovered that Izuku was half a year older than the chestnut, and Izuku found out that his new friend's birthday was only a week away. The green-eyed boy commented to her that he lived alone with his mother, Ochako wondered about his father, but she didn't want to impose, she replied that she lived with her parents.

As she thought of her parents again, memories of the fight came back to the girl's mind, making her nervous. She had never argued like this with them before, she felt like a spoiled child. But Ochako could not help but feel helpless about the situation, every day it was more difficult to bring food to the table, every time the meals were simpler and she noticed how some things in the house were disappearing, like her father's old electric guitar. She didn't know what to do, she felt responsible and wanted to help, but they wouldn't let her.

Izuku noticed how the chestnut girl's attitude changed from one moment to the next, she went from smiling to having a worried look on her round and cute face. The freckled boy worried that maybe he had made her uncomfortable with so many questions, but he noticed that the same pain he had noticed before in her eyes had returned.

- Uraraka-san, is everything all right? – He asked shyly and worried. The girl came out of her trance.

They were both on the outskirts of the park, on the street that separated the buildings on the site. Ochako was afraid to cross the street and head home. She glanced sideways at her green-haired friend, noticing a worried look in his bright emerald eyes. The gravity girl blushed slightly and looked down, somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed.

- Is it-is it because of what you talked to me about before? – The boy asked in a soft voice, a little stuttering. Ochako began to fiddle with her fingers in nervousness.

- Yes, I... I don't want to go home yet... I'm scared. – Replied the girl timidly. Izuku's eyes widened in alarm at the word "afraid".

- Uraraka-san... Your parents, they... Hurt you? – The green-haired boy asked scared and nervous.

Ochako looked at him in alarm and began to shake her head quickly.

- No, no, no! My parents are the best in the world, it's not that... But it does have to do with them. – The chestnut clarified, a little panicked that she had given a bad idea. Izuku sighed in relief, but he was still worried.

- I-I understand, I'm sorry for making assumptions. It's-It's just that I'm worried about- about you. – Saying the last, Izuku blushed furiously, he felt he was being too forward.

Ochako looked at him embarrassed, not being able to help but think how cute he looked blushing. The girl giggled under her breath.

- And you wondered why I wanted to be your friend. – She said playfully, smiling at him. Izuku swallowed hard, trying to avoid looking at her.

- Thank you so much for your concern, Midoriya-kun, sorry to be a bother just getting to know each other. – Apologized the girl with a half-sad smile.

- Y-you're no trouble at all, Uraraka-san. I know we hardly know each other, b-but I'm going to be around for a few mo-months, if you want to talk about it, it can be now or-or whenever you want to. – Kindly offered the green-eyed boy, much more nervous than before.

Ochako felt her heart beat a little harder, then looked at Izuku with her big chocolate eyes as she fiddled with a lock of her hair.

- Are you... asking me out with you? – Ochako asked shyly.

The color faded from Izuku's face only to return as a living red. The boy was fuming when he realized that his choice of words was not the best.

- I-I-I-I-I... No, no! I mean, yes! No, I mean...! Not like that! Sorry! – Izuku went through several stages of embarrassment as he felt the skin on his face melt from embarrassment and covered it with his arms, until he ended up apologizing by bowing his face.

The boy looked up when he heard the bubbling laughter of his new friend. He looked at her, she was giggling lightly as she looked at him, a pink blush covering her big cheeks.

- Haha, you're so funny, Midoriya-kun. Don't worry, I know what you mean. I would like to see you again while you're here. – Replied as calm as the girl could, although her heart was quite racing. Izuku was about to faint.

After the embarrassing moment, they both laughed a little and stood looking at the street in an awkward silence. Ochako then noticed that the stall where they sold mochis was right in front of them, then the brown-eyed girl remembered that she had not eaten anything since lunch.

Izuku noticed the girl's intense gaze, he followed her gaze and looked at the pastry shop, they were selling mostly mochis from what he could see, and Ochako was looking straight at the strawberry ones. The green-haired boy was always very observant, so it was not difficult for him to notice that the chestnut was hungry, seeing how she very casually touched her stomach.

- W-would you like to eat something before you go home? – Izuku asked, shyly. The chestnut was startled, with an expression of a child caught about to get into mischief.

- I-I'm not hungry. – She lied shamelessly, playing with her fingers. However, her stomach betrayed her at that moment, growling.

- I-I think you are hungry, Uraraka-san. – Said the young greenette, chuckling slightly to the chestnut's embarrassment.

- I-I don't have the money to buy even a mochi anyway. - She whispered sadly, inadvertently letting slip a tidbit of information about her current financial state.

Izuku caught the sad and tired tone in which she said it, so it must be something that happens to her often, maybe her financial state is not in good condition. The green-eyed boy stopped mentally digging into his friend's private life and concentrated on what was important.

Without saying a word, Izuku crossed the street, catching the attention of the chestnut girl who watched him walk away in silence. The chocolate-eyed girl ducked her gaze, believing that the boy had finally had enough of her, perhaps noticing how ugly she was or how horrible her clothes were.

Memories of many previous rejections in this year came to her mind.

- Here, take this. –

Izuku's voice brought her out of her turbulent thoughts. There he was, with his nervous look and a trembling hand stretched out in front of her, offering her a strawberry mochi. In his other hand, the boy held another mochi. Ochako stared mesmerized between the boy's face and the pastry he was offering her.

- I-I saw that you were looking directly at the strawberry one, s-sorry if I was wrong, we can ask them to change it for another one. – The boy commented shyly, averting his gaze.

- Y-you didn't have to do it, Midoriya-kun... – The girl could barely stammer in shock, her heart pounding. She has always been very reluctant to accept charity, the brunette has great pride when it comes to money and hates to feel pitied. But, Izuku wasn't making her feel less, he really cared about her, it wasn't pity.

It felt good.

Shyly and trembling, the girl took the mochi from the boy's hand, brushing her fingers a little with his bandaged ones. They both stood, shyly eating their pastries in silence.

- I-It's my favorite. – Ochako suddenly blurted out, making Izuku look at her.

- The strawberry mochi... it's my favorite. – Said the girl, taking bites of her cupcake.

To Izuku's eyes, the girl looked tender eating the mochi, she took small shy bites, and her pink cheeks puffed out with each bite. The green-haired boy swallowed and averted his gaze.

Soon, they couldn't procrastinate anymore and Ochako started walking home with Izuku by her side. The girl was still eating her mochi, Izuku had already finished his; the girl actually wanted to eat it quickly, but was embarrassed. The young green-haired boy noticed the conflicted look return to her friend as they walked.

- Uraraka-san, excuse me if I intrude. I-I don't know what happened with your parents, but whatever it was, I don't think they think you're not enough... I-I know they love you, e-every parent should love their children, and if-if something happened between you and them, I'm sure you'll be able to fix it. – The boy began to say, feeling nervous about meddling.

He glanced sidelong at his friend, who was looking at him gently, but still conflicted.

- Thank you, Midoriya-kun... It's just... I'm afraid, and they don't want me to worry, but I do. I can't not be scared, and they just tell me not to be. – Explained the girl quietly.

Izuku hummed thoughtfully.

The emerald-eyed boy could understand his friend a little, He too had had a strange relationship with his mother, she worried a lot about him and he always tried to make her not to worry, keeping all his emotions to himself. Unfortunately, doing that caused Izuku to generate a slight resentment towards his progenitor, tearing their mother-son bond, and just a few months ago it was being rebuilt. All thanks to his mentor Simón.

Izuku looked at Ochako, would she have someone to talk to about this? Or had she just been venting so far? If that was the case, he understood the look of pain in her eyes that he saw earlier in her pretty autumn eyes.

- I-It's okay to be scared, I-I'm scared all the time too. Y-You don't have to hide your emotions, Uraraka-san. You said you trust me, so now I trust you. – He said the last without stuttering, trying to show as much confidence as possible and ignoring the embarrassment he felt.

Ochako looked at the boy she had met purely by chance, both had opened their hearts to strangers in search of comfort, she thought it was going to stay that way, two strangers who let off steam and then went on their way. Little did Ochako know, that when two bodies interact, they can come to orbit each other.

- Thank you very much, Midoriya-kun. – It was all the girl could say, giving him a bright smile and a soulful look. Izuku was captivated by the autumn eyes once again.

- You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off You. -

Ochako soon saw her house peek around the corner, and in the doorway she could make out her father. The girl could see how her father stood up from his chair and seemed to say something. At after a few seconds, her mother came out and they both walked hurriedly to the garden when the brunette was finally there.

- Ochako! – Both parents shouted her name. The aforementioned girl closed her eyes thinking she was going to be scolded, but instead she felt how she was surrounded by her parents. The serious girl opened her eyes, noticing how they both hugged her tightly with worried faces.

- My goodness, princess, you had us so worried. I was restraining myself from going to the police to have them look for you. I was so scared. – Her father said in grief.

- Don't ever leave like that again, baby, you are our world. We wouldn't know what to do without you. – His mother said, almost in tears.

Ochako broke down, returned the embrace to her parents and let some silent tears fall down her cheeks.

- I'm so sorry! – Apologized the younger brunette in a broken voice. Her mother stroked her back while her father stroked her hair.

- Shh, calm down baby. Dad and I apologize too, you're right, you're growing up and you deserve to know the things that happen. – Nobara consoled in a motherly tone. Ochako hugged them tighter.

- Daddy just wanted to take care of you, princess. Please don't think you're a burden, you're not. Without you we have no life. – Sosuke said hugging his little daughter. The man had cried hearing his daughter's words before he left, words he said so long ago and not with bad intentions. He just felt pathetic for not being able to give his family the life they deserved.

Izuku watched from a couple of meters behind the scene with a smile. By pure chance, he checked his cell phone, realizing that since he first saw Ochako it had already been more than three hours, two hours since nightfall. Had they talked that much? The house wasn't that far from the park, unless they had walked very slowly. Izuku saw with horror that he had a few messages from his mentor asking him where he was.

- Oh God, he's going to kill me. – Whispered the young greenette boy fearfully. Turning around to start to leave, feeling he was no longer necessary.

The whisper somehow reached the ears of Ochako, who remembered her new friend. The chestnut looked back and watched as her friend began to walk away.

- Midoriya-kun? – She called out to him, not understanding why he leaves without saying goodbye. That caught the attention of her parents, who for the first time noticed that their daughter was not alone.

- Eh?! – Exalted exclaimed the young man, stopping abruptly and turning to look at the Uraraka family. Izuku suddenly felt small before the curious and judging gaze of his new friend's parents, especially her father, who was as big as his own mentor.

- Oh, who is this young man, Ochako? – Nobara asked curiously and a little giggly, looking at her daughter. The chocolate-eyed girl blushed a little.

- He-He's a friend, I met him today in the park. He-He helped me and accompanied me. – Stammered the girl, earning an amused look from her mother and an arched eyebrow from her father.

Izuku, noting that it was disrespectful to be so far away while being spoken to, got close enough to the family.

- G-Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka. It's-It's a pleasure. My name is Izuku Midoriya. – The greenette introduced himself a little nervously, bowing respectfully. His legs were shaking a little, he didn't know if it was because of pain or nerves. For the first time in his life he was making a friend, who is a girl, and in a few hours he was already meeting her parents.

Nobara laughed lightly noticing the embarrassment of both teenagers, Sosuke looked analytically at the boy.

- Good evening, young man. Is it true what my daughter says? Did you help her? – Sosuke greeted his daughter's friend. Nobara's eyes twisted as she watched her husband try to be intimidating, and Ochako could only blush.

Izuku got a little excited, standing up straight. The image of his friend's father scared him a little, but after several months training with Simón, he was somewhat immune to that, especially since Simón was taller, more robust and menacing.

- Um, yes, sir. I-I just happened to be on the same sidewalk when I saw her f-float. – Explained the green-eyed young man nervously.

Ochako put her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment as her mother laughed lightly at her, even Sosuke looked at his daughter with amusement. Nobara then noticed something that she had not been able to see well due to the lack of light, her daughter's friend was full of bandages, bandages stained with dried blood.

- Oh, my God, dear, are you all right? What happened to you? – Nobara's maternal instinct took over, approaching the child who blushed at the lady's closeness. Izuku noticed that Ochako was a young version of her mother, they were identical, even with the perpetual blush on their cheeks.

- Y-Yes, I'm fine, this is just for training. – Izuku answered quickly.

Sosuke was also concerned about the boy's condition, he was badly bruised. Besides, he had never seen him around, Taki wasn't exactly a big town, and add to that his accent.

- Young man, aren't you from around here? Did you move here recently? – Sosuke asked, curious about his daughter's new friend.

- No, tou-chan, Izuku is in Taki to train with his mentor. He will only be here for a few months. – Explained the brunette to her father, saying the last with a slight tone of disappointment that her parents noticed.

- Midoriya-chan, if you want you can come in and I can change the bandages for you, you look very sore. – Nobara offered, noticing the slight tremors of the Izuku, first she had thought it was because of nerves, but her sixth sense as a mother told her that it was not only that.

- Um, thank you very much, Mrs. Uraraka, but I don't want to impose. – Izuku said respectfully, blushing.

- Not at all, young man, you helped my princess today, the least we can offer you is that. – Sosuke said surprisingly. Ochako looked at her father surprised, but internally she did want Izuku to stay longer with her.

Ochako looked expectantly and blushed at Izuku, waiting for his answer. This did not go unnoticed by Nobara.

- I-I... If they insist, I'd be fla-flattered. - Izuku finally said.

- So here you are. –

A booming voice caught everyone's attention. Izuku jumped in fear as he recognized it and looked back.

Ochako looked at the source of the voice. Behind Izuku, stood an imposing man with western features and a dark complexion, taller and stockier than her father. The stocky man wore black shoes, black formal pants, a black vest and tie, and a white formal shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular, hairy forearms. His face was frightening, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, a bushy beard and a curious bony bulge on each cheek. The man was folding his arms as he stared at Izuku.

- Is that his mentor? He's intimidating. – Thought the chocolate-eyed girl, looking at how Izuku looked quite scared.

- S-sir! – The green-haired young man greeted him nervously. Simón was giving him a serious look.

- I told you to be back by nightfall. It's been two hours already, kid. – Growled the man. Ochako and her parents noticed the foreign accent.

- Yes, my colonel! Excuse me, my colonel! – Izuku exclaimed, standing tall like a soldier.

- "My colonel?" - Thought the entire Uraraka family, watching the interaction. Nobara found the man suspicious, considering the this Izuku was in.

- Excuse me, sir, who are you? - Nobara asked, looking directly at Simón.

The mulatto then took a second look at the people with his student. A family, parents and daughter. He noticed how the daughter approached her student, in a protective air as she looked doubtfully at the Colombian. The mulatto noticed how his student blushed at the proximity of the young brunette.

- I am in charge of this child. – Simón answered simply, noticing how the father looked at him cautiously standing next to his wife. It's as if he wants to protect Izuku.

- Excuse me, but the boy is covered with bandages and is injured. What do you mean by that? Aren't you his father? – Sosuke asked. Simón sighed.

- No, I am not his father, but I have his mother's permission to train him. – Replied the mulatto. Sosuke looked at him with suspicion.

- How can we know that? – The Uraraka patriarch asked, not entirely confident. Simón sighed and pulled something out of his pocket.

- Excuse my rudeness, my name is Simón García. I am a foreign hero recently transferred to Japan. I am in charge of training Izuku. – He introduced himself more formally and showed his provisional hero license, extending it to Sosuke, who took it and analyzed it along with his wife before handing it back to the mulatto.

- I understand, however, we are concerned about the boy's condition. – Nobara said, still being cautious.

- Um, Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka, it's okay, he's my instructor. I appreciate your concern for me, but these wounds are from my training, they're... they're from my quirk. – Izuku explained shyly. Beside him, a worried Ochako looked at him. The girl felt guilty for not having given importance to her new friend's wounds.

After the young green-haired man's words, Ochako's parents decided to let their guard down in front of the intimidating man, who answered a couple more questions without a problem. Then, all the adults formally introduced themselves. Simón turned to look at his student, still looking at him rudely.

- So what were you doing so important that you could answer a simple message, boy? – The mulatto asked irritated. Izuku got nervous and blushed as he turned to look at his new friend, he hadn't picked up the cell phone because he was enjoying so much with his first friend in years, besides he was very focused on worrying about her.

- I-I, well... She needed help... – Izuku whispered shyly. It was heard by everyone.

Ochako blushed and put her hands to her cheeks, but forgot to leave her pinky raised so she was soon floating. Before her parents could react, Izuku grabbed her wrist again, looking at her with concern. The brunette then deactivated her quirk and her feet touched down. The teenager was super embarrassed.

- Y-Yes... That's just the way he helped me. – Declared the junior Uraraka with a nervous laugh.

Nobara couldn't help but giggle sweetly and her husband was teasing his daughter the same way. Simón noted the interaction between the two thoughtfully. The mulatto sighed.

- Okay, I get it now. – Declared the mulatto, grunting under his breath. The two teenagers did not understand, but Ochako's parents did.

- Why don't Midoriya-chan and García-san join us for dinner? I'm sure they're hungry. - Nobara suddenly proposed, clasping her hands together. Everyone looked at her with surprise, even Simón.

- Yes! – Exclaimed Ochako. She realized she had shouted and covered her mouth, much to the amusement of her parents.

Izuku looked nervously at Simón, who was deep in thought.

- I appreciate your offer, Nobara-san, but we'll have to decline. It is already late, and Izuku must study and train early tomorrow. – Explained the mulatto kindly. Sosuke's eye twitched when the foreign hero called his wife by name, but he tried to psyche himself up as a Westerner.

The two teenagers shared disappointed looks. Simón looked at his student reflectively.

- If you really want to leave that violence behind, how about starting the change with a dreamer child? –

Simón sighed and adjusted his tie.

- However, since we will be here for a while, we could come this weekend. Friday, if that's okay. – Simón proposed, earning a surprised look from Izuku and an excited one from Ochako.

Nobara and Sosuke looked at each other and whispered a few things before looking smilingly at the mulatto.

- Of course I do, García-san. – Sosuke agreed. Ochako had to stifle a shout of joy, Izuku was happy too.

- Well then, Sosuke-san. It was nice to meet you. Izuku, say goodbye to your girlfriend and let's go. – The mulatto ordered, turning around.

If it was possible for both teens to get any redder, they had succeeded. The body temperature of both increased so much that steam could be seen rising from their bodies. Ochako put her hands to her face and Izuku covered her face with her arms.

- I-It's not like that, sir! – Izuku exclaimed. Ochako had floated back up and was caught by her father. The older Uraraka also laughed.

- Hurry up. – That was all Simón said.

Izuku took a deep breath to calm down and went to his new friend, who was already on the floor still dizzy. Both were facing each other for a few awkward seconds without saying anything, they didn't know how to say goodbye.

- I, um, it was a-a pleasure to be with you today, Uraraka-san. – Izuku finally said, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

- Th-Thank you so much for helping me so much, Midoriya-kun. – Thanked the brunette, playing with a lock of her hair.

- N-No problem, you helped me too, a lot. – Izuku said with more confidence. They both stared directly at each other for a few seconds, emerald and chocolate colliding with intensity, two new worlds interacting and revolving around each other, revolutionizing.

- You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off You. –

- I-I guess I'll see you later. – The green-haired young man said goodbye, smiling slightly. Ochako nodded with a tender smile.

- Take it for granted. – Replied the girl. Izuku then gave her one last look before turning around and starting to walk. Then, Ochako realized something.

- Midoriya-kun, wait! – The girl quickly approached him, the boy turned and looked curiously at his friend.

- Let me borrow your cell phone. – Asked the brunette. Izuku looked at her confused, but held out his cell phone.

Ochako grabbed it and began typing on the device. A minute later she handed it back to Izuku, who looked with surprise and a blush at the screen. It was a new contact, with the name "Uraraka" and a Saturn emoji next to it. The green-haired boy babbled stupid things without knowing what to say.

- So we can stay in touch, especially when you return to Musutafu. – The girl told him, releasing a hint of sadness at the thought that Izuku would eventually leave.

- So, see you tomorrow, Midoriya-kun. – Said the girl finally goodbye with a bright smile before returning to her parents.

Izuku watched her walk away, and couldn't help but be fascinated by the way her brown hair moved in the wind.

When Ochako returned to her parents, she saw them both with mischievous smiles, especially her mother. The younger chestnut blushed, knowing they were not going to leave her alone with the teasing.

- Well, honey, before we start bothering you, let's go eat, I'm sure you're hungry. – Nobara told her playfully, as the family entered the house. Ochako blushed and turned to watch Izuku's figure walk away from her house.

- Actually, I'm not that hungry... Midoriya-kun bought me a strawberry mochi. – Ochako said almost out of inertia, smiling tenderly watching the greenette boy disappear into the night.

Both parents shared a curious look, they knew how proud their daughter was of having someone from the outside buy her things, especially food.

When Izuku caught up with his mentor, he was still looking at Ochako's contact, smiling goofily. Simón was looking at him out of the corner of his eye and shaking his head.

- Teenagers they had to be. - Whispered the man in Spanish.

- García-san... – Izuku called his mentor. Simón looked at him, it was not common for the green-eyed boy to call him by his name.

Izuku had turned his gaze away from the cellphone to look at him with the sincerest smile he had seen on the boy in a long time, his eyes shining with happiness as a few tears leaked out.

- She... Uraraka-san told me that I was her hero. – The young green-haired boy declared in a broken voice, while wiping away the tears that were overflowing.

Simón's eyes widened and he arched an eyebrow. So that was it, at last someone had recognized a heroic action by the boy. He didn't blame him for being excited, last time Izuku saved someone, that someone beat him up minutes later. The mulatto looked at his student for a few seconds then sighed and put a hand on his shoulder gently. To his surprise, Izuku didn't tremble, he just looked surprised.

- Ese muchacho que yo quiero tanto, ese que yo regaño a cada rato… –

- Well done, kid. - Simón said calmly.

Izuku looked at him in surprise and smiled in pure happiness, remembering the cute features of his new friend, how grateful she was to him, how bubbly she was, the hug she gave him when he gave her advice with her quirk. Izuku made a friend today. Izuku today found a beautiful new universe.

- It's like a Copernican revolution... – Izuku whispered happily.