The Kaiju Hero; Titan Monarch

Kill It With Fire

When Tsukachi left, a tense silence hung over the remaining occupants of the room. Hitoshi looked conflicted about something, and Izuku was sure it had something to do with the sudden appearance of his quirk.

"I hate to bring this up, but it has to be discussed," Aizawa said. "You'll need to go to your apartment to pick up your belongings. We can make multiple trips in the coming days, so you can just grab the essentials for now." He nodded but knew that they were trying to keep him from spending too much time there. He tried not to think about it.

"Let's get out of this room for now. It's a bit breezy in here, don't you think?" Hitoshi asked while gesturing to the missing windows and exterior wall, and Izuku chuckled nervously.

The three of them made their way out of the hospital and came to a stop at a fancy-looking car in the parking garage. Aizawa eyed Izuku's surprised look and grumbled out "It's my husband's." Izuku could already tell that their personalities were vastly different.

The car ride was silent for the most part, other than soft music playing on the radio. Izuku sat in the back seat by himself, staring out the window at the passing city scenery.

There wasn't anything in the world that could have prepared him for when he saw it.

There, on the most massive digital billboard he'd ever seen in his life, was a picture that shook him to his core.

"Oh my god." He said. Aizawa looked back at him in the rearview mirror. Hitoshi smirked at his reaction and turned to talk to him from the passenger seat.

"That's the number one trending image in Japan. Has been since the news aired yesterday afternoon. They're calling you "Musutafu's Guardian Angel." He said. Izuku was speechless.

There, in the middle of one of Musutafu's busiest areas, was a gigantic high definition image of him. The photographer had captured the exact moment when Izuku had turned to face the villain with the makeshift sword and little girl clinging around his neck. His torn hoodie billowed around him like a cape, and the light reflected off of the sharp edge of the rebar in his hand. The photo was backlit perfectly by the flames, and the towering form of the villain was silhouetted ominously. Izuku couldn't help but think it looked like some kind of religious painting. The Minotaur villain looked like a demon fresh out of hell, and the way the picture was set up made him look like some kind of knight in shining armor.

The image was awe-inspiring. Obviously, Japan and most of the world thought the same thing, because it was everywhere. When he tore his gaze from the eye-catching image, it was all he saw. It was on TVs sitting in storefront windows, posters on walls, on people's phone screens as they walked the streets watching the latest News.

It was so wrong. They were idolizing him. People had died. His mother had died and they were praising him for doing what anyone should have done. It made him sick. His mother was the whole reason he was there helping people in the first place. She had organized the whole rescue operation and yet there wasn't a single mention of her anywhere. There wasn't any mention that Endeavor had killed her.

They were shifting the narrative, he realized. They were shining the light on him in hopes that no one would notice. 

The spotlight on him was so bright that no one could see past it.

His eyes caught sight of a video playing on another billboard. People below were gathered around and watching with anticipation. Just as it got to the part where he expected to see a fireball go past, the feed cut back to the people in the Newsroom.

He saw red. He was hunched over and shaking in his seat as the pure, unadulterated rage flooded his system. He felt the Immortals hiss in disdain in his mind.