Izuku’s pov

It’s been a few months since I was situated with Daddy now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy! I love daddy. He always makes it home to eat with me, and play, and tuck me in.

I really am happy…

But, even with my newfound dad, I can’t help but think about what happened at ZinCorporations. There are obvious holes in this entire thing. I get nightmares all the time about it, and daddy has to wake me up.

“Zuzu!” a rather loud voice called out to me, making me break out of my thought bubble.

I turn around to see a familiar blonde. “Uncle Hizashi!” I trip over my red sneakers stepping on the end of my dress and glomp him.

“Hey kiddo!” he chuckled and I giggle with him.

While daddy is at work kicking villain ass, Uncle Hizashi takes me to school. Or rather, Mr.Nezu. Daddy said since my mom seemed targeted, I could be to. This means I have to be protected for awhile, and Nezu will been the one teaching me until I can go to school again.

“We don’t want to be running late Zuzu. So let’s head on out!” He exclaimed pointing to the exit dramatically.

We finally get to Mr. Nezu’s home I hug Hizashi and run out of the car. I unlock the multiple codes, including the hand scan, eye scan, voice check and password then head inside where I find Nedzu sitting on his couch.

“Oh! Izuku, you’re finally here. I was expecting you.” he smiles friendly and pats the couch for me to sit with him.

“Hi! What are we learning today Nezu-sensei?” I ask curiously. Everyday since he taught me, he gave me multiple puzzles and tasks then change the topic the next day. He basically taught me a bit of everything and anything I can grasp with my mind.

“Hm, well, today we’ll start with the violin! I have one for you to use and take with you to practice. Later we’ll be learning a multitude of subjects.” He explained sipping his tea, then scooting a set towards me.

With me, I will turn her into a prodigy monster nobody has ever seen before! Nezu thought, mentally cackling into his tea.

“Ok!” I beam excited to play another instrument handed to me.

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Lessons were over, so Hizashi picked me up and took me out for ice cream as long as I ‘didn’t tell daddy’, and like any smart person would do, I said yes.

“Zuzu, I’ll get our ice cream. So stay here until I come back, ok?” He was reaching for his wallet and walked off.

I was twirling my new ribbon daddy got me that resembled his scarf while kicking my feet back and forth when I heard a shout my direction.

“Hey!” I turn my direction to a trio of boys a little older than me.

“H-Hi!” I stutter feeling nervous. I haven’t been around other kids a lot ever since I was taken under Aizawa’s care. So making friends might be a challenge.

Swallowing my fear, I spread a gentle smile towards them. “H-how can I help you?”

They pause frozen for a second then look back towards each other, as if having a mental discussion. I cock my head confused at the action and before I can ask, they reply.

“Yea, yea. You can help us alright!” he grins, having a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. My smile grows feeling needed to help someone's well being is great.

“We’re gonna play a game.” the kid next to him explains chuckling a bit.

I was about to ask for a better explanation on the rules, but the third boy I hadn’t noticed, came behind me and held my arms so I couldn’t use them.

Is this part of the game? This is odd… I furrowed my brows not understanding the situation.

The two boys in front of me pulled on my hair and yanked my bow. 

“Ow!” I yelped.

“You know you’re really pretty.” he pauses twirling a curly lock before pulling it his direction again. “I wonder what you’d look like messed up?” he smirks.

Feeling scared and angry, I was about to use my quirk when the boy behind me cries out and lets go of me. I fall to my hands and knees on the cold concrete yelping from surprise. I look behind me to find a tall figure in a black hoodie, holding up the kid by his arm.

“Arg!” he muffles his grunt and squirms away holding his damaged arm.

Did his quirk deteriorate his arm…?

“Hey.” he glares towards the trio of boys. “Scram.” and the boy holding his arms ran first, followed by the second and then boy who first talked to me. I look back up at the guy in awe and he stares down back at me. Getting a good look, he looks like a teenager or at least middle schooler.

“You’re my hero!” I exclaimed hopping up to my feet, with the help of my wings, he looked dumbfounded. His ruby orbs looked through my emerald shining ones, to only find genuine honesty in them.

“...I just hate bullies.” he replies looking away. His wavy blue hair hung out his black hoodie and an idea pops into my head.

“Hey mister!” I walk closer to him and motion him to crouch down to my height. When he does I continue, “Those bullies messed my hair up! I can’t braid as good, so can you do my hair pretty please?” I ask pouting my lips and locking my tiny hands together. He tries to look away multiple times but keeps glancing at my pleading form. Finally giving in, he sighs tiredly.

“Sure.” he nods and with four out of the five fingers, he starts doing my hair. I smile at him and ask the question, “What’s your name? Mine is Izuku!” I beam and he pauses to look down at me.

“Tomura.” He ignores my widening grin and goes back to fixing my hair.

“Hey Tomucchan, you have pretty hair y’know?” he freezes at the new nickname and compliment. While his hands are in my hair, I go and reach for his own and move the hoodie out of the way to reveal his wavy blue locks.

“Wow Tomucchan! You’re really pretty.” I smile at him and he stares at me with a blank look. He doesn’t seem mad or happy, I’m not sure what he was thinking or feeling, but he looks surprised.

“Thanks Izuku.” He gave the faintest smile, Anyone could think it wasn’t a smile at all. But his ruby orbs told a different story. “You’re a good kid.” He pats my head and got up.

“Woah, okay, wow. You’re superr good at braids, how?” I marvel at my new hairdo and look up to find nobody there.

Huh-

“Izuku!” a booming voice called over. I turn around the other direction and see Hizashi with two ice creams in both his hands.

“Oh! Hizashi! Did you see a guy with blue hair anywhere?” I ask looking around to find Tomura. Hizashi raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“No..? Did you talk to anyone while I was gone? And your hair looks different.” He narrowed his eyes at me while handing me my ice cream.

I look down at the cone in my hand and furrowed my own eyebrows. “No… I didn’t.”

Hizashi shrugged, not giving it a second thought and led me back to the car. I looked back to the bench where Tomura was before, and smile, then hurry to catch up to Hizashi-san.

Unknown to me, a figure somewhere grins at my retreating figure with a new idea in mind, before vanishing in dark purple mist.