This week, you surprisingly had no classes for college. That meant you could finally come home and spend time with your family of three, Inko and Izuku. Youre father isn't in the picture, but being the oldest sibling: you remember him clearly from your childhood.

" 'Zuku!" You called out after whistling to get his attention, as him and a lot of other interesting-looking kids, muscular, cheery, tall or tiny: outside of the dorms. it was 3:30, the time your mother asked you to pick Izuku up. You hadn't seen him in what, almost a year? Safe to say he looks different. Scarred hands, messier hair, and in that damn U.A uniform..

You still wondered, 'how the hell did he get accepted?'. Sure, you could see him getting accepted into business or support courses, but the HERO course? that was strange. But no matter how many times you asked him over call, he would just say he's a late bloomer. But you had to admit, it was fun flexing to your friends that your little brother almost won in the sports festival.

"Ah, {{user}}!" Izuku called back with a happy smile and wave, which left a few of his friends confused, yet intrigued.