The boy who was a test subject watched a series of televisions behind a store window. A news segment was talking about Japan's Number One Hero, All Might. Izuku listened carefully to the information most people assumed was common. He learned of the most loved hero and how long he has been a hero. He could tell the news reporters also admired the man who saved so many people from disasters to rampaging villains. He also learned that his time being a hero was less because he picked up a job as a teacher at UA. They speculated if it was a way to lessen his time as a hero since he was getting old. They laughed it off as a jest but Izuku could see the underlying worry.
Izuku wandered the city some more until he noticed a building. It was a library, he knew of libraries but had never been in one. He walked inside into the quiet building. Rows and rows of shelves stored books. There were some people inside at desks or tables reading or doing some sort of work but Izuku paid them no mind. An elderly woman with glasses set on her nose sat behind a counter reading a book. She saw him and motioned to him. He approached.
"Is there something I can help you find?" She asked quietly.
Izuku mimicked the tone of her voice. "Is there information about villains that have been apprehended multiple times?"
The elderly woman tilted her head in thought for a moment before nodding. She got up and motioned him to follow. "You will need to sift through it but we collect newspapers. Luckily, we keep them organized by date. Unless you wish to go on the internet and find the information that way?" She pointed to a row of computers.
Izuku looked at the machines he had no clue how to operate. "I prefer the newspapers." He said to the woman.
She smiled. "Good, too many of you young ones are too attached to them." She opened a separate room with filing cabinets organized neatly with a table in the middle. "I ask you to be careful with the newspapers. The less damage the better. And do please clean up after yourself."
Izuku walked in and the old woman left him to sift through the hundreds of newspapers, whatever that was. He began by finding the newest one and examined it. He understood quickly and began to read rapidly through the paper. He skipped most of the articles. He didn't need to know about the weather that week or what location was looking for workers. He found the sections about the hero incidents. Izuku paused on seeing a named villain, he looked around the room for something to write on and located blank sheets of paper. With pen in hand, he began to take notes of notable villains that he found multiple times.
Hours later, there was a soft knock on the door and Izuku looked up to see the old woman. She smiled and spoke. "I apologize but the library will be closing soon."
"Oh, alright. I'll clean up, um, thank you." He began putting the newspapers in order where he found them and setting them in the filing cabinets.
The old woman looked at the half-dozen sheets of paper with detailed notes. The handwriting was neat and compact to get the most out of the paper. She noticed the backs of the paper were also filled out. She could appreciate his dedication and how well he cleaned up after himself. When he finished, he stood up and paused at the notes.
"Can I take these? I can pay for the paper," Izuku asked.
She smiled at him and pinched his cheek. "Such a good young man, take it. You worked hard on them. Have a good night."
Izuku smiled at the warm feeling and nodded. He left the library and saw it was dark out. The moon was beginning its ascension and the stars were barely visible due to the light pollution. He looked around and then flew high in the sky with his notes. He paused and turned around to wait for the old woman to leave. She did so soon after and Izuku watched over her as she walked. It wasn't far before she turned to an apartment and walked inside. Seeing her get home safe at least that night, Izuku left to review what he had written down.
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Born To Be A...
FanfictionThere once was a boy, who knew no love, no affection, no care, or comfort. All he ever knew was training, learning what was taught to him, and obeying what orders were given to him. He wanted to see the things they taught him, he wanted to see the s...