What happens when Izuku Midoriya breaks after relentless bullying and abuse from his family, friends and society? He gives up.
But, fate had other plans for him. Giving the boy who had a pure heart a another chance in life was the plan.
A life at a...
Izuku arrived at Magnolia Station, his eyes widening in disbelief as he took in the sight before him. A magnificent steam engine stood proudly on the tracks, its polished metallic surface reflecting the sunlight. Thick clouds of steam billowed out from the trains.
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"W-what is this?" Izuku's voice trembled with astonishment, his gaze darting from the steam engine to the bustling station around him. This was unlike anything he had ever encountered in his world. He was accustomed to sleek, modern electric trains, propelled by quirks and operated with advanced technology. The concept of steam - powered transports seemed entirely new to him.
Izuku watched station staff manually shoveling coal into the engine curiously. The rhythmic chugging and hissing sounds echoed through the air.
(Note: Since MHA is an advanced era, steam engine trains must not be there.)
Izuku's gaze shifted from the magnificent steam engine to his surroundings, taking in the solid structure of the train and each compartment.
"So this is how a train looks here, huh?" Izuku remarked, his voice filled with wonder.
Opening the crumpled piece of paper he had received from the old man outside the station, Izuku reminded himself of the instructions for boarding the train and the details of his stop near Toroa. His eyes scanned the handwritten notes, absorbing the information that would guide him through this unfamiliar journey.
"Alright, I've got it," Izuku affirmed. The train before him was the one he needed to board, and it would transport him to the stop closest to Toroa. From there, a short walk awaited him before he reached the city itself.
Finding his designated seat, Izuku settled in, making himself comfortable for the journey ahead.
As the train began to move, Izuku felt a gentle sway beneath him. The rhythmic clattering of the wheels against the tracks soothed his nerves, and he allowed himself to relax, preparing both mentally and physically.
As the train came to a halt, Izuku stepped off and embarked on his journey towards the town of Toroa.
The pathway unfolded before him, a gravel road flanked by a breathtaking expanse of lush, green trees and rolling hills that stretched as far as his eyes could reach.
Gradually, the gravel road led Izuku to the entrance of the town of Toroa. The unmistakable scent of melting metal wafted through the air, drawing his keen sense of smell. The town revealed its rustic charm, with numerous buildings crafted from weathered wood.
As Izuku walked through the bustling streets, he couldn't help but be captivated by the vibrant energy that permeated the town. People hurriedly went about their business, their footsteps echoing against the worn pathways. Eyes of the townsfolk were drawn to him, filled with curiosity and interest, as his presence in this unfamiliar setting piqued their intrigue.
