MHA: Man Of Steel

Then he was off.

In a blur of motion that felt both natural and unreal, Izuku dashed forward. His body felt lighter than ever before, and the world around him seemed to slow slightly just enough for him to reach the girl with perfect timing. He swept her up in his arms, pivoted on his heel, and jumped out of the road just as the car screeched past them, missing them by inches.

He landed smoothly, one knee bent, the girl held tightly against his chest. Her wide eyes stared up at him in silent awe.

"You okay, kid?" he asked, his voice calm despite the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

The girl looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. Her round cheeks, short brown hair, and familiar eyes made him smile behind his hoodie.

'Well, if it isn't Uraraka,' he thought.

She gave a small nod, lips trembling as tears began to spill down her cheeks.

Then suddenly, the Assignment Board appeared again in front of his eyes, glowing brightly:

[MISSION COMPLETE]

✔ +1% Power Gained

✔ Hand-to-Hand Combat (Beginner) Unlocked

✔ Bonus Rewards Received

He gently placed the small Uraraka back on the ground just as a frantic woman, her mother, came sprinting over, scooping her up in a tight embrace.

Without waiting for thanks or recognition, Izuku turned away and stepped into the crowd. Before anyone could catch a good look at him, he'd already vanished down a narrow alleyway, his hoodie drawn low over his face.

'So that's how it feels… not bad at all,' he thought with a small smirk.

Izuku walked along the quiet beach, waves crashing gently against the shore as the early morning breeze brushed through his hoodie. He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before focusing his thoughts.

He summoned the Superman suit.

A flash of light burst before him, and the iconic red-and-blue outfit appeared, floating in the air—though, unsurprisingly, it was triple his current size.

"Cool… but let's tweak this a bit," he thought, grinning to himself.

He focused on the colors.

"I want it green, with a glowing 'S' on the chest."

Instantly, the suit shimmered and shifted, the reds turning into deep forest green, and the 'S' emblem pulsed faintly with radiant emerald light. A few more adjustments to the boots, gloves, and cape, and it finally matched his taste.

'Nice,' he thought, arms crossed proudly.

But then he frowned. "How the hell am I supposed to wear this thing? It's huge—"

Before he could finish the thought, the suit suddenly dissolved into particles of glowing energy and surged into his body. His eyes widened as he felt the suit wrap around him from the inside out, materializing perfectly onto his skin like a second layer.

He looked down in awe. It fit him perfectly.

"Man, this is freaking awesome… and it's my size now. Too bad I'm still a pipsqueak," he muttered, flexing his arm with a small grin. "Still… can't wait to get into U.A."

With that, he clenched his fists and gazed out over the ocean.

....

[10 Years Later]

Izuku had changed.

He'd grown taller—much taller than anyone had expected, even to the amazement of his own mother, who often looked up at her son now with a stunned expression when she saw him. His once slightly awkward features had matured, sharpening into a jawline that could cut steel and eyes that carried a calm yet magnetic intensity. To say he was handsome would be an understatement—he was dangerously good-looking.

So much so, in fact, that nearly every girl in class had fallen for him—hard.

Right now, Izuku was slouched at the back of the classroom, one arm resting lazily on the desk as he stared out the window. The sunlight hit his face just right, casting a golden glow over his already perfect features. His emerald hair was slightly tousled, giving him an effortlessly cool look that only made things worse for everyone else.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class was in chaos—or more specifically, the girls were.

All eyes were on him. Every single girl had turned in her seat, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling like a shoujo manga panel. Hearts practically floated around their heads.

"Alright, class, please spell handsome," the teacher said with a playful tone, clearly aware of the atmosphere.

Without missing a beat, the girls responded in perfect, love-struck unison.

"I-Z-U-K-U M-I-D-O-R-I-Y-A!"

Izuku slowly turned his head to look at them, face deadpan, expression blank.

The girls swooned like dominoes, hands to their cheeks, some nearly falling out of their chairs. A collective sigh of dreamy adoration filled the air like perfume.

The boys, meanwhile, sat in steaming silence. Gritting teeth. Clenched fists. One guy snapped his pencil. Another muttered darkly under his breath. Their eyes glared daggers at the living embodiment of every romantic rival they'd ever imagined.

'I swear to God these girls be trippin', dawg,' Izuku thought, blinking slowly as he turned back to the window, tuning out the chaos behind him.

[A/N: This is a reference to a TikTok anime meme. Just search " I Swear To God These Girls Be tripping meme on TikTok if you don't get it I hate explaining jokes, but if you understood it. Than I see a hot loyal yandere Asian baddie in your future ]

Class had finally ended.

With his bag slung lazily over his shoulder, Izuku walked out of the classroom, ignoring the dreamy stares still being thrown his way by half the girls behind him. His tall frame drew attention whether he wanted it or not, but he didn't care. His mind was elsewhere.

'It's been 10 years... and things have been going great.'

A small, satisfied smile touched his lips.

In the last decade, Izuku had done more saving than half the professional hero agencies combined—excluding All Might, of course. No one could top him. But still, the numbers didn't lie. He'd become the talk of Japan, hailed on social media and whispered about in alleyways.

They called him the Hoodie Hero—a ghost in the streets, a savior in the shadows. Always wearing a plain black hoodie, no flashy costume, no media presence. Just results.

To the average citizen, he was a miracle.

To the Hero Commission?

A nuisance. A crook. A vigilante who operated outside the system, stepping on toes and snatching headlines from licensed heroes just trying to make a living.

But to Izuku?

He was just doing what needed to be done.

In ten years, he'd saved over 500 people.

100 robberies thwarted.

150 hostage situations resolved.

250 suicide attempts prevented.

The rest? Just your average drug-enhanced villains and street-level chaos.

'Seriously, what is Japan's problem with suicide?' he thought with a sigh, walking through the school gates. 'They gotta fix that.'

By the time he reached his neighborhood, the scenery had changed dramatically. Gone were the clustered apartment blocks and narrow alleys. Now he walked through a serene, high-end residential area, lined with trimmed hedges, luxury cars, and modern mansions that oozed money.

He stopped in front of the second-largest house on the block, its sleek design mixing glass and stone, a beautiful matte-black sports car parked in the driveway.

He opened the door and stepped inside, a grin on his face.

"Man, I love my house," he muttered, kicking off his shoes and heading down the polished stairs.

Financially? Izuku was set for life. Thanks to his knowledge of the future, he'd invested in all the right places—stocks, tech startups, crypto, real estate. Every risk was a guarantee to him. And with every boom, his bank account exploded.

Now, he was practically a teenage tycoon… not that anyone outside his mom really knew.

He made his way down into the home gym, where the sound of rhythmic beeping and sneakers pounding echoed in the room. Inko was on the treadmill, sweat glistening on her forehead, laser-focused on the screen in front of her.

"I'm back, Mom," Izuku called out casually.

She glanced over and smiled, slowing the machine before hopping off and grabbing a towel.

"How was school?"

"Pretty boring as usual, I guess. I'll go and study since I've got nothing better to do," he said with a small shrug.

"Alright, well have fun," she replied, taking a sip of water. "I still need to beat this dumb girl called Rabbit Power. She's fast as hell."

Izuku chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he turned to go upstairs.

In his room, he tossed his bag onto his gaming chair and stripped off his uniform shirt, revealing the toned, lean muscle that came from years of night patrols and training. With a relaxed breath, he began to float, rising off the floor with ease.

'Yep. I'll never get tired of this feeling,' he thought with a smirk as the familiar hum of power coursed through his body.

『20%』

He let himself hover for a few seconds more before dropping onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly beneath him.

Hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling.

Just a few more hours.

Then the real fun begins.

TO BE CONTINUED