𝒉𝖏𝙨 𝒑𝞂𝖏𝙨𝞂𝛈

𝐜𝒉𝝰𝒑𝙩𝒆𝗿 11

12 years have gone by, equivalent to just 1 year in Izuku's former life. During this time, he experienced a remarkable transformation, both in his abilities and in his physical appearance.

Izuku had mastered his magical powers, thanks to the dedicated guidance of his father and his loving grandparents, Keiji and Ria and other training masters he'd met along his journey. Tyrell, his adopted brother, played a significant role as well. He had taught Izuku valuable skills in healing magic and assisted him in mastering various weapons. The combination of fire and poison dragon magic that Izuku possessed made him a formidable force, and he could summon his dragon wings effortlessly.

His educational journey was equally impressive. He had tutors to help him learn multiple languages and gain extensive academic knowledge. Royal principles and leadership skills were instilled in him, making him not only intelligent but also wise beyond his years.

As time progressed, Izuku approached the age of sixteen, and his body underwent a significant growth spurt, just as his grandfather had predicted. He was now only two inches shorter than Tyrell, who stood at 6'3. His once-boyish features had matured into those of a young man, complete with ear piercings, a nose stud, matching sleeve tattoos which all the men in the family wore proudly and the constant presence of his cherished necklace, a reminder of his first true friend, Momo Yaoyorozu.

During the evenings in the realm of magic, Izuku and Tyrell would sit and plan their future actions when they returned to Earth. They had decided that they wouldn't become traditional heroes or villains; instead, they aspired to be vigilantes, sending a powerful message to Japan and the world.

Hisashi had rapidly become a devoted father to Izuku, providing him with the love and guidance he had longed for. In a playful manner, Izuku often teased his father about the possibility of a stepmother, given Hisashi's apparent interest in Leanne, the fire phoenix warrior princess who had trained him extensively in combat.

Over time, Izuku also grew accustomed to his princely duties. He expanded his horizons by visiting various dragon habitats and kingdoms within the realm of magic. He had become a beloved prince, accepted and cherished by all. Witnessing the unity and acceptance in the realm, he couldn't help but believe that Japan and other societies could learn valuable lessons from the magical world about acceptance, diversity, and the true meaning of heroism.

Meanwhile...

As time passed back in Japan, a month after Izuku's departure, a series of events unfolded that would forever change the lives of his family and former acquaintances.

It was the day of the twins' birthday when Shota Aizawa, Inko and Toshinori's closest childhood friend, arrived to extend his warm wishes. However, when he greeted the family, both Inko and Toshinori appeared confused for a moment. It was almost as though they couldn't recall who Izuku was. The family photos on the wall, previously filled with images of Izuku, were now conspicuously devoid of his presence.

Aizawa felt a growing unease, and his confusion turned to alarm as he realized something was amiss. An unsettling silence settled over the room as they all began to search for any sign of Izuku. Panic started to take hold of his family.

Summoning their hero friends, they gathered at the Yagi residence to unravel the mystery surrounding Izuku's sudden disappearance. As the truth began to emerge, the weight of their negligence became apparent.

After hours of searching, they finally went up to the attic, shocked to see the state it was in. a worn mattress in the corner and a basket that had old blooded bandages. Broken hero figures were scattered across the floor and posters were torn off the walls.

They discovered the letter Izuku had left behind, revealing the extent of the neglect and mistreatment he had endured throughout his life. Inko broke down in tears, guilt and regret washing over her as she realized the pain her son had experienced. All Might, known as the Symbol of Peace, hung his head in shame for failing his son when he needed him most.