MHA : Architect Of Time [Rewrite]

[I forgot to write about Izuku explaining his new quirk to Mom but think that it happened offscreen, also I edited the Quirk Assessment chapter to incorporate the reaction of All Might and type shit.]

[This is also an extra long chapter to accommodate both development as well as action.]

The familiar scent of home-cooked food filled the air as I stepped inside, kicking off my shoes at the entrance.

"I'm home," I called out, my voice softer than usual.

"In the kitchen, sweetie!" Mom's warm voice reached me, followed by the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

I walked into the kitchen to find her carefully plating dinner. She turned to me with a bright smile, but her eyes immediately scanned me with concern.

"How was school? You look... tired."

I hesitated before answering. "It was... intense. We did our Quirk Assessment Test today."

Mom gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "You didn't overdo it, did you? You're not hurt, are you?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, no! I'm fine, Mom.

Mom sighed, wiping her hands on a towel before pulling out a chair. "Come, sit. Eat first, then we can talk."

Dinner was a quiet affair, but I could tell she had something on her mind. Once I finished my plate, she stood up and clapped her hands together.

"Alright! Since tomorrow is your first real hero training, there's something important we need to do."

I tilted my head. "What do you mean?"

She grinned and disappeared into her bedroom for a moment before returning with a carefully folded bundle. When I saw the familiar shade of dark green fabric, my chest tightened.

"Your hero suit," she said softly. "It's ready."

I swallowed hard, standing as she laid it out on the table. Unlike the standard U.A. uniforms, this suit had been designed long before I got into the school.

"You worked so hard on this," I murmured, running my fingers over the reinforced fabric.

She chuckled. "Of course! You're my son. I wasn't going to let some mass-produced suit protect you."

As Izuku stood before the mirror, he couldn't help but admire the suit his mother had designed for him. The black fabric hugged his frame perfectly, the material flexible yet reinforced, giving him both agility and protection. Vibrant green outlines traced along the seams, glowing faintly as though pulsing with energy, accentuating the sleek design.

The chest and arms were lined with segmented armor plating, striking the perfect balance between durability and mobility. The white plates on his shoulders and forearms stood out, their polished surface reflecting the light, adding a tactical yet futuristic edge to his appearance.

Izuku's gaze shifted to the gloves and boots—meticulously crafted with reinforced padding and subtle metallic accents. The gloves felt sturdy, designed to absorb the force of his punches, while the boots gave him extra stability, perfect for high-speed movement and sudden stops.

A respirator-like mask covered the lower half of his face, its design both practical and intimidating.

"Try it on," she urged, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

I took the suit and went to my room, carefully slipping into it. It fit perfectly—snug but comfortable. When I stepped back out, Mom clasped her hands together, tears welling in her eyes. 

"You look amazing," she whispered.

I smiled. "It's perfect, Mom. Thank you."

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. "You be careful out there, Izuku. No matter how strong you are, you're still my baby."

"Why are you crying, Mom?"

She let out a soft laugh, her voice trembling slightly. "Because I can't believe how much you've grown. It feels like just yesterday you were that little boy running around the house, pretending to be All Might." Her hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "And now, here you are—standing tall, looking every bit the hero I always knew you could be."

I chuckled, "Mom, in exactly 3 years, I will stand in front of you as the No. 1 Hero."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed taken aback by my confidence. Then, a proud, teary smile spread across her face.

"I don't doubt that for a second," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "But promise me, Izuku, that no matter how strong or famous you become, you'll always take care of yourself. I don't need the No. 1 Hero—I need my son to come home safe."

Her words struck a chord deep within me, and I nodded firmly. "I promise, Mom. No matter what happens, I'll come back to you. Always."

She stepped forward and pulled me into a tight hug, the warmth of her embrace grounding me in a way that nothing else could.

"You've got a big heart, Izuku. That's your greatest strength," she whispered. "Never lose sight of that."

As I stood there in her arms, the weight of my promise settled on my shoulders—not just to become the No. 1 Hero, but to live up to everything she believed I could be.

"Thanks for always believing in me, Mom," I said softly.

She pulled back, cupping my face with her hands. "Always, sweetie. Now, go get some rest. You've got a big day tomorrow."

I nodded and headed to my room, the suit still clinging snugly to my frame. As I laid it out carefully, readying myself for the trials ahead, I couldn't help but smile.

In three years, I would become the No. 1 Hero. And I would do it not just for myself, but for the woman who never stopped believing in me.

Snap 

*Alarm ringing*

"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET U-!" The alarm rang as I shut it down, mistakenly throwing it onto the ground.

I glanced over at the now-broken clock on the floor, its screen cracked and wires sticking out. "Sorry, little guy. You did your job too well."

The faint smell of breakfast wafted through the air, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly changed into my school uniform, making sure to neatly fold the hero suit Mom had prepared. It deserved respect, after all the effort she'd put into it.

As I stepped into the kitchen, Mom was already bustling around, flipping pancakes with a determined focus. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

"Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," I replied, though my aching muscles told a different story. "Sorry about the alarm clock..."

She laughed, placing a stack of pancakes on the table. "I heard. It's okay—you've got a habit of getting overly enthusiastic when you're rushing. I'll get you a new one."

I sat down, pouring syrup over my pancakes. "Thanks, Mom. I'll pay you back once I start earning from hero work."

"You just focus on your training," she said, her voice warm. "The only thing I want you to bring home is your smile." 

"Wow Mom, did you pull Dad with these?"

Mom froze mid-flip, her cheeks suddenly turning a shade of pink I rarely saw. She turned to me with a mock glare, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.

"Izuku!" she scolded, waving the spatula at me like it was some sort of weapon. "What kind of question is that?"

I couldn't help but laugh, raising my hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, you're really smooth with those lines, Mom. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a pro at this."

She sighed, turning back to the stove. "For your information, your father fell for my kindness, not my cheesy lines."

"Sure, sure," I teased, grinning as I took another bite of my pancakes. "But it wouldn't hurt to have a few tips, y'know. For the future."

Mom turned to me again, narrowing her eyes. "Tips for what? I don't see you needing them anytime soon. You're too focused on hero work to even think about dating."

"Love..." A blush crept up to my cheeks as a picture of Ochaco came into my mind. Wait, no! Hero first, teenage crushes later.

Mom raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the sudden change in my demeanor. "Hmm? What's that look for? Do you have someone in mind, Izuku?" Her teasing tone was accompanied by a sly grin.

I coughed, nearly choking on my pancake. "W-What? No, of course not! I'm focused on becoming a hero, like you said!"

She chuckled, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. "Uh-huh, sure. Well, whenever you do decide to tell me, I'll be here to give you all the motherly advice you'll need."

"Mom!" I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. She laughed at my embarrassment, the sound light and comforting.

"Alright, alright," she said, waving a hand as if to dismiss the topic. "I'll let you off the hook for now. But don't think I won't notice if you start acting funny around someone."

I sighed, deciding it was best to just let the conversation die. She always had a knack for teasing me when she got the chance.

"Anyway, you've got a big day ahead," she said, placing a glass of orange juice in front of me. "Finish up and get going. You don't want to be late on your first day of hero training."

I nodded, grateful for the change in topic. "Thanks for breakfast, Mom. It was great, as always."

"Anything for my No. 1 Hero," she replied.

As I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, I turned back to see her waving at me. "Have a great day, Izuku. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be proud of you."

I smiled back. "Thanks, Mom. I'll make you proud."

I exited the house, and I took my bicycle.

Snap

When I arrived at the school gates, I parked my bike and walked toward the building, weaving through students who were either chatting excitedly or hurrying to their classrooms.

I don't know why but I feel that I'm about to be ambushed again so as soon as I turned back to look, Kirishima put a hand over my shoulder.

Kirishima grinned widely as he clamped a firm hand on my shoulder. "Dude! You gotta tell me how you did all that crazy stuff yesterday!"

I sighed, already expecting this. "Good morning to you too, Kirishima."

He laughed, completely ignoring my deflection. "C'mon, man! You shattered records like they were made of paper! That was seriously manly!"

I scratched the back of my head. "Ah, well… years of training, I guess?"

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. "Years of training, huh?"

I nodded. "Something like that."

For a brief moment, my mind drifted to one of the tougher training days—standing alone at the edge of a remote cliffside, cold wind biting at my face as I forced time itself to slow to a crawl. The exhaustion was unbearable, my body screaming for rest, but I had pushed through, dodging every falling raindrop in real time, weaving through them as if I were untouchable.

A test of absolute precision.

One mistake, one misstep, and I would have been too slow.

I could still feel the dull ache in my muscles when I thought about it.

Shaking off the memory, I shrugged. "Just a lot of hard work."

Instead of pressing further, Kirishima grinned. "Well, whatever you did, it worked! Seriously, Midoriya, you're insane! And I mean that in the best way possible."

His excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Kirishima. That means a lot."

He threw an arm around my shoulders, shaking me a little. "No need to thank me, man! Real recognize real. And lemme tell ya—you? You're as real as it gets!"

I chuckled, feeling genuinely at ease around him. Kirishima had this way of making things simple—he didn't overthink, didn't pry, and just accepted things as they were. It was refreshing.

"Anyway," he continued, rubbing his chin, "you gotta let me train with you sometime! I mean, if whatever you're doing makes you that strong, I need in on it!"

I blinked. "You… want to train with me?"

Snap

We entered the classroom, Kirishima was practically jumping with excitement and this might sound rude but he is in online terms, the biggest 'yapper' I have ever seen in my life.

It took us a minute to settle down before the main surprise of the day, the battle trial. They announced it yesterday, I wonder how would it go?

Suddenly, I heard thud thud thud thud, is it an earthquake or something? BOOM, the door blasted open as All Might rushed in?!

"I AM HERE! ENTERING LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" HE announced as the crowd went wild. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" "IT'S ALL MIGHT!" "IS THAT HIS SILVER-AGE COSTUME?!" "KYAAAAAAAA~!" Wait what?

"Good morning, class!" he boomed. All Might can be a politician, to be honest. His words have an authority like I do to time. "Today marks the first step in your journey toward becoming true heroes!"

The class was still buzzing with excitement, especially seeing the No. 1 Hero in full costume. Kaminari leaned over to Kirishima.

"Yo, this is insane! We're actually being taught by All Might!"

Kirishima clenched his fists, his grin wider than ever. "Yeah! This is so manly!"

Bakugo, however, just scoffed from his seat, arms crossed. He didn't seem as impressed, though his narrowed gaze flickered toward me for just a moment. I ignored him.

All Might clapped his hands together. "Now, as heroes-in-training, your skills must extend beyond tests and assessments! After all, hero work isn't just about saving people! Sometimes… you must face villains head-on!"

"Which is why…" All Might continued, reaching behind his back, "we'll be conducting a Battle Trial!"

He held up a small remote and pressed a button.

SHUNK!

In an instant, compartments slid open from the walls, and dozens of large silver cases emerged, neatly stacked in rows.

"Behold!" All Might gestured dramatically. "Your Hero Costumes! Custom-made based on your designs and requests!"

"Once you're suited up," All Might continued, "head to Ground Beta! That's where the real action begins!"

Amateurs, I already have my suit made by Mom.

Snap

All of us were suited and booted up, ready for the fight.

All Might stood tall in front of us, arms crossed over his chest. "Now that you're all suited up, let's get straight to the main event!"

He held up a clipboard. "For this trial, you'll be split into teams of two—one team will play the villains, guarding a nuclear weapon replica, while the other will be the heroes, trying to stop them before time runs out!"

The class murmured in anticipation. I could already feel Bakugo's glare burning a hole into the side of my head. He must be itching for a fight.

All Might continued, "Your teams were chosen at random, and the first match is…"

He lifted the paper, and my eyes immediately locked onto my own name.

Heroes: Izuku Midoriya & Eijiro Kirishima

Villains: Katsuki Bakugo & Tenya Iida

A tense silence followed. Then—

"Heh." Bakugo let out a sharp, humorless chuckle. "Tch—looks like I get to shut your damn mouth today, Deku."

Kirishima clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Dude, this is gonna be awesome! We get to fight that guy?" He grinned, jerking his thumb at Bakugo. "I mean, he looks intense, but this'll be a great test of strength!"

Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Don't lump me in with you, you dumbass extra."

Kirishima didn't seem fazed at all, just laughing. "Man, you're way too angry for someone about to have the fight of his life!"

All Might clapped his hands together. "Alright, alright! Heroes, villains—head to your designated locations! The match begins in five minutes!"

[Inside the "Villain Hideout"]

Bakugo leaned against a wall, his arms crossed as Iida paced around the room.

"I hope you understand," Iida started, adjusting his gloves, "that the most logical course of action is to fortify our position. We must utilize the environment to—"

"Tch. Shut the hell up, Four-Eyes," Bakugo snapped. "I don't need some dumb plan. I'm gonna find that damn nerd and blow him to pieces."

Iida sighed. "As expected, you're planning to act recklessly."

Bakugo grinned, flexing his fingers as sparks crackled from his palms. "I don't need a plan to beat Deku. I'll take him down, then go for the other idiot."

Iida adjusted his glasses. "If you say so… but do not expect me to follow your selfish approach."

[Meanwhile—Outside the Building]

Kirishima rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "So, what's the move, Midoriya?"

I examined the building. "The most efficient approach is to split up. Iida will be focused on guarding the 'bomb'—he's disciplined, so he'll stay put."

"And Bakugo?"

I exhaled. "He's coming straight for us."

Kirishima blinked. "Wait, seriously? You sure?"

"Absolutely." My eyes narrowed. "He's not the type to play defense. He'll charge out the second the match starts and try to take us down before we even get inside."

Kirishima grinned. "Man, that's some confidence. Alright, let's bring the fight to him!"

I nodded, fists clenching. "Yeah. Let's go."

The Fight Begins!

"START!" All Might's voice boomed across the training field.

BOOM!

An explosion tore through the second-floor window.

What did I predict? He never changes.

[2881 Words, FYI]