In Musutafu, the sun stood high in the sky—bright, warm, and ordinary.
Until the moment it wasn't.
"Izuku?!"
Inko Midoriya rushed into the living room, her voice trembling with panic. Her son stood in the center of the room, shaking violently, his small hands clenched at his sides.
"Izuku, what's wrong?!"
He didn't answer.
Because something was happening.
Light began to leak from his skin—faint at first, barely visible, like a glow struggling to exist. Then it intensified.
Golden.
Blinding.
The air warped around him as heat distorted the space itself. The floor beneath his feet cracked as a sudden wave of pressure pushed outward.
"Inko, get back!" one of the doctors shouted.
Too late.
A shockwave burst from Izuku's body, rattling the entire apartment. Windows cracked. Furniture shifted. The air itself seemed to recoil.
And then—
Silence.
Izuku stopped trembling.
Slowly, he raised his head.
The fear in his eyes was gone.
"…So this is it," he said quietly.
His voice carried weight—calm, steady, and completely out of place for a child.
One of the doctors stepped back. "What… what kind of Quirk is this…?"
Izuku looked at him.
The man froze.
"…Why are you trembling?" Izuku asked.
No one answered.
He tilted his head slightly.
"…Did I give you permission to be afraid?"
They called it a Quirk.
But no one truly understood it.
Solar Manifestation.
A power tied directly to the sun.
As the sun rose, so did Izuku's strength.
As it reached its peak—
So did he.
And when it fell…
Everything disappeared.
The next morning, Izuku sat at the kitchen table, barely able to hold his cup.
"…I feel weak," he whispered.
His arms trembled, his body light and fragile, like all the strength from the day before had been stripped away.
Inko Midoriya knelt beside him, worry in her eyes. "It's okay, Izuku. We'll figure it out."
But even then—
He understood.
There wasn't just one version of him.
There were two.
Years passed, and the difference became impossible to ignore.
In the mornings, Izuku was quiet. Timid. Weak.
"Move, Deku."
A shove sent him stumbling forward in the school hallway.
Katsuki Bakugo stood behind him, scowling.
"S-sorry, Kacchan…"
Bakugo scoffed. "You're still useless."
Izuku lowered his head.
Because right now—
He was.
But that wasn't the whole truth.
When they were ten, Bakugo saw the other side.
Izuku had been cornered behind the school by older kids.
"Your Quirk's a joke," one of them sneered.
Izuku said nothing.
Because it was morning.
Because he couldn't fight back.
But time passed.
The sun climbed.
And slowly—
Everything changed.
By the time Bakugo found them, the fight was already over.
The ground was cracked. The air felt heavy. The bullies lay on the ground, unable to move—not injured, just terrified.
And Izuku stood at the center.
Still.
Calm.
Different.
"…Deku?" Bakugo said.
Izuku turned.
His posture was straight, his chin slightly raised.
"Oh," he said. "You're here."
Bakugo frowned. "What happened?"
Izuku glanced at the boys.
"…They annoyed me."
One of them tried to stand.
Izuku raised his hand slightly—
And the pressure alone forced him back down.
Bakugo froze.
"…What are you?"
Izuku stepped forward.
The ground cracked softly beneath his foot.
"…Why are you shouting?" he asked. "It's unnecessary."
He looked directly at Bakugo—not with anger, not with emotion, but with quiet superiority.
"You've always been so certain," Izuku said. "So convinced you were stronger."
He tilted his head slightly.
"…Tell me."
A faint glow flickered in his eyes.
"…Who decided that?"
Bakugo clenched his fists.
But he didn't move.
Couldn't.
"Because from where I stand…"
Izuku's voice dropped, calm and absolute—
"…you look painfully ordinary."
Despite everything, Izuku never let go of his dream.
He still filled notebooks with hero analysis. Still studied every movement, every detail.
Still admired All Might.
Not just for strength.
But for what he represented.
A hero who saved people no matter what.
"…I want to be like him," Izuku whispered one night.
Even if his power wasn't constant.
Even if he couldn't rely on it.
The day of the entrance exam arrived.
The gates of U.A. High School towered before him.
Izuku hesitated.
Morning.
The worst time.
His hands trembled slightly.
"…I can't rely on noon."
Around him, students prepared confidently.
Strong.
Ready.
Everything he wasn't—yet.
He looked up.
The sun was rising.
Slowly.
"…Then I just have to last."
The exam began.
Chaos erupted instantly.
Students rushed forward, destroying robots with ease. Explosions echoed. Ice spread across the battlefield. Power was everywhere.
Izuku moved differently.
Carefully.
Avoiding fights.
Analyzing everything.
A robot lunged—
He barely dodged.
Too slow.
Too weak.
"I can't keep this up…"
Then—
Warmth.
Faint.
But real.
Izuku froze.
"…It's starting."
He clenched his fist.
Strength returned.
Not fully.
But enough.
The next robot charged.
This time—
He stepped forward.
And destroyed it with a single, clean strike.
He blinked.
"…Better."
From that moment, everything changed.
As the sun rose—
So did he.
His movements sharpened. His speed increased. His presence shifted.
Students began to notice.
"Wasn't he struggling earlier?!"
"He's completely different!"
Izuku didn't respond.
His focus was upward.
Always upward.
Then—
The ground shook.
A massive shadow loomed overhead.
The zero-pointer.
Students ran.
Panicked.
Escaped.
Except one.
Ochaco Uraraka was trapped beneath rubble.
Izuku saw her.
Paused.
Then looked at the sky.
The sun stood high.
Almost perfect.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Finally."
Everything changed.
His posture straightened. His expression became calm. Unbothered.
Certain.
He stepped forward.
The ground cracked beneath his feet—not from effort, but from presence alone.
Students nearby stopped running.
Because what they felt…
Wasn't just power.
It was dominance.
Izuku looked at the towering machine.
"…You're in my way."
He leapt.
The ground exploded beneath him.
For a moment, he rose high enough to eclipse the sun itself.
Then—
He struck.
There was no resistance.
No struggle.
The zero-pointer didn't break.
It disappeared.
Izuku landed lightly.
Dust settled around him.
He turned to Ochaco.
"You're safe."
His tone carried certainty, as if failure had never been possible.
He looked at the other students.
Their stunned expressions.
Their silence.
A faint smirk appeared.
"…Naturally."
Moments later—
It ended.
The light faded.
His strength vanished.
His body weakened instantly.
"…Ah…"
His legs trembled.
His breathing broke.
He dropped to one knee.
"…Too soon…"
The overwhelming presence disappeared completely.
Leaving behind—
Just a boy.
Weak.
Shaking.
Human.
But even as he struggled to stand—
One truth remained.
The sun would rise again.
And when it did—
So would he.