MHA: Man Of Steel

Izuku went upstairs, yawning as he loosened the collar of his shirt. His body ached slightly—not from exhaustion, but from habit. After every patrol or class, a hot bath was practically a ritual now.

He stepped into the bathroom, turned on the water, and waited for the steam to build before sliding into the warm bathtub, sinking in until only his head remained above water. The heat soaked into his muscles, and he let out a long, relaxed sigh.

'Besides Uraraka… I haven't met a single other girl from Class A yet,' he thought, staring at the ceiling. 'But even worse… I haven't had the chance to watch any of my favorite female heroes live.'

A pause.

'Not that it matters. I've already… "gone through" all their content. He closed his eyes, a mixture of shame and resignation washing over him. 'R34 is going to be the death of me.'

He rubbed the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the water like he could drown the thought.

After about twenty minutes, he finally stepped out, drying himself off with a soft towel before heading back to his room. He was halfway to collapsing onto his bed when his ears perked up.

A scream.

Faint—but real.

High-pitched. Feminine. Muffled. His hearing zoned in immediately.

Back of a van…

He paused. Kidnapping, huh?

His expression hardened.

'I better get ready.'

In a flash, he opened his closet and slipped into his usual black stealth outfit—lightweight, flexible, perfect for quick movement in the shadows. Hoodie zipped, mask in place, he slipped out onto the balcony.

Whoosh!

With a burst of wind, he shot into the sky like a black comet, vanishing into the night.

Moments later, Inko walked down the hallway in her slippers, gently knocking on his bedroom door.

"Izuku, let's talk about your hero thing…" she said softly, a mix of concern and exhaustion in her voice. She waited a few seconds… but there was no response.

Sighing, she slowly opened the door.

The breeze greeted her first—the kind only a wide-open balcony could bring. The curtains swayed, and the cold night air kissed her face.

She stepped in, seeing the bed untouched, the room empty.

Her shoulders dropped.

"…Again?" she murmured, frowning as she walked over and quietly shut the balcony door. "You're going to give me gray hairs, I swear."

With a final sigh, she turned off the light and went to bed—trying not to imagine what kind of danger her son was diving into this time.

Izuku soared through the cold night sky, cutting through the clouds like a bullet as his sharp eyes locked onto a speeding van barreling down a highway. The city lights blurred beneath him, cars honking in confusion as the vehicle swerved between lanes recklessly.

'Wow, they made it all the way to the highway… Where the hell are the police when you need them?' he wondered with a frown, adjusting his trajectory downward.

He dropped like a missile, landing on the roof of the van with a loud metallic thud. The impact shook the whole vehicle, but he kept his footing. Without hesitation, he blew out a chilling breath, freezing the roof solid, making the metal brittle and easy to crack. With a swift punch, he shattered the frozen metal, creating a gaping hole, and slipped inside.

The interior was cramped and dark, the only light coming from flickering dashboard lamps. In the back, a little girl huddled in the corner, trembling in fear, eyes wide as she clutched her knees.

"Hey," Izuku said gently, crouching down and offering his hand. "I'm here to save you, alright? Let's get you out of here."

But before he could move closer—

"WATCH OUT!" the girl screamed, eyes behind him.

His eyes widened—What?—and before he could react, a fist like a boulder slammed into his side, sending him flying through the now-open van door. His body skidded across the highway, bouncing off the asphalt with painful force.

"Fucken hell…" Izuku grunted as he rolled to a stop, bits of gravel clinging to his hoodie. He groaned, pushing himself up. 'How was he that silent? I didn't even hear his heart… X-Ray vision would've been real nice right about now.'

Without wasting another second, he shot back into the air and blasted forward, catching up to the van in less than a second. In a streak of black and blue, he crashed back inside.

This time, he got a good look at the man.

The villain was massive, his arms like tree trunks, fists like bricks, and skin rough like concrete. Veins bulged along his shoulders as he held the girl close, using her as a human shield.

"The name's Brick Hand," the man snarled. "You better back off, or this little girl's head becomes mush."

Izuku didn't flinch. He only shook his head slowly.

Then—boom.

In a blur of speed, Izuku appeared right in front of him, seizing the villain by the throat and lifting him clean off the floor. The girl screamed as Brick Hand lost grip of her, floating in the air as the van continued racing forward below them.

"Where are you taking the girl?" Izuku asked, voice low and serious.

Brick Hand laughed, then spat in Izuku's face. "Like I'd tell ya!"

Izuku narrowed his eyes, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Then he smirked. "Well, I guess you've grown tired of living."

And with that, he hurled the man skyward, sending him screaming into the clouds like a launched rocket.

"FUUUUUCK!!"

Izuku zipped back down, caught the now-crying girl, and placed her gently on the side of the road just as the van finally lost control and crashed into a barrier, smoke rising from the engine. He made sure the girl was safe and turned back to the sky.

He shot upward and caught Brick Hand mid-descent like it was nothing, gripping him by the collar as they hovered in place.

"You ready to talk now?" Izuku asked, voice cold.

"THEY'RE TAKING THE KIDS TO THE HARBOR!" Brick Hand screamed, tears in his eyes. "Some private island—human trafficking or something! That's all I know, I swear! I'm just the bouncer, man!"

Izuku stared for a second, then nodded.

"Good."

Within minutes, police sirens wailed in the distance. Red and blue lights flooded the highway. Izuku descended slowly, landing near the wrecked van where officers were already on scene. And standing among them…

Eraser Head.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed the moment he saw Izuku. His hair floated up as he activated his Quirk, gaze locked.

But Izuku didn't stop. He walked straight past him, dragging Brick Hand by the collar like trash, and handed him to the nearest officer.

Then, deepening his voice, Izuku spoke with weight.

"These guys are traffickers. They're headed to the harbor. You'd better hurry if you want to catch the others. I'll meet you there."

And with a burst of wind, he took off into the sky again, cape fluttering behind him like a shadow in the night.

Aizawa stood frozen.

'…I erased it. I know I did. So how the hell is he still flying?'

His eyes followed the mysterious hero as he disappeared over the skyline.

TO BE CONTINUED