One Hero For All People! (#1 Priority)

Chapter 1: The Dream!

After returning home from the devastating encounter with All Might, Izuku Midoriya barely had the strength to drag himself through the door. His mother asked him if he was hungry, if he wanted dinner, but he could barely manage to shake his head. Every word All Might had spoken replayed in his mind like a broken record: "You can't be a hero without a Quirk." His heart felt like it had been torn apart.

Without a word, Izuku went straight to his room. He didn't even bother changing out of his uniform. He collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing, yet somehow completely numb. The weight of his shattered dream pressed down on him until he couldn't take it anymore. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would offer him some kind of escape from the cruel reality.

But sleep brought something else entirely.

Izuku found himself floating in a void. It was dark—completely pitch black—yet he could still see, though he wasn't sure how. He wasn't fully aware of his body, his limbs felt disconnected, as if he wasn't completely there. He tried to speak, but something was wrong—he didn't have a mouth. No words came out. Panic started to build within him.

Before him stood several figures—seven, maybe eight—people he didn't recognize. They all seemed powerful, emanating an aura of strength that made his heart race. Izuku couldn't tell if they were real or just fragments of his imagination.

One of them, a man with white hair, stepped forward. His gaze was intense, though not unkind, as if he were looking straight into Izuku's soul.

White-Haired Figure {speaking in a calm, deep voice}: "You... are the chosen one."

Izuku tried to respond, tried to ask what he meant, but he still had no mouth, no voice. He was trapped in silence.

White-Haired Figure {raising his hand}: "It has deemed you worthy of its power.

The moment the figure spoke those words, a surge of energy seemed to ripple through the space around them. The other figures stood quietly, watching, their expressions unreadable. Izuku felt the strange power begin to wrap around him, pulling at him from all sides.

The man with white hair took a step back, as if preparing for something greater.

White-Haired Figure {his voice echoing}: "You are the ninth user of... One For All."

Before Izuku could fully comprehend what was happening, the void shattered around him. He woke up in his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He sat up, breathing heavily, his mind racing with confusion.

And then it hit him.

A raw, immense power surged through his veins like nothing he had ever felt before. It was overwhelming, like a floodgate of energy had opened up inside him. His muscles tensed, his skin felt like it was vibrating, and for a moment, he thought he was going to explode from the sheer intensity of it all.

But just as quickly as it came, the power subsided, leaving Izuku gasping for breath, his heart still racing. He sat there, trembling, trying to make sense of the strange dream he had just experienced. He could still feel a faint pulse of energy deep within him, like a flame that had been ignited.

Izuku looked down at his hands, opening and closing his fists. Something had changed.