RESURGENCE - MHA x FReader

Chapter XIII: Running with Passion!

3 years later...

The scent of freshly cut grass clung to the summer air, mixing with the faint rubbery tang of the track beneath your sneakers. A warm breeze rustled past, carrying the distant chatter of kids stretching, warming up, and preparing for practice. You stood at the edge of it all, your arms tucked close, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of your T-shirt.

You weren’t nervous, exactly. But the feeling sat somewhere in your chest, curling behind your ribs, something uncertain and restless.

Your father checked his watch and gave a satisfied nod.

"Sports are good for the mind and soul, Y/N. Exercise teaches discipline, strengthens the body, and sharpens the mind."

His tone was firm, carrying the weight of experience, like he believed this with absolute certainty.

Your mother crouched slightly, fixing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear before smiling.

"And maybe you’ll even make a friend or two."

You hesitated before nodding. You’d already agreed to this, after all. Running wasn’t bad, and your father had a point—it was healthy, good for endurance, and supposedly good for mental clarity. You just weren’t particularly used to being in a setting like this.

Your eyes flickered across the other kids, all chatting in small groups, stretching, getting ready.

You weren’t alone, not really. Izuku was your friend. He’d been your friend since you were three, and that was more than enough.

But Izuku wasn’t here.

So, this? This was uncharted territory.

Your father patted your shoulder.

"We’ll be back to pick you up when practice ends. Enjoy and relax, alright?"

Your mother kissed the top of your head. "Have fun, sweetheart."

You gave a small nod, watching as they walked off toward the parking lot, leaving you alone in the sea of kids and unfamiliar faces.

It’s fine, you reassured yourself. You’ve been in this world for years now. You knew this was coming.

Then, something in the atmosphere shifted.

A sudden rush of energy—not from Quirks, but from sheer, undeniable presence.

Like a gust of wind tearing through the space between people, a boy surged forward, making his way toward the coach.

He was taller than most kids his age, his dark brown hair slicked back but still somehow untamed, his eyes practically glowing with excitement.

"Good afternoon, sir!" His voice rang out with so much force that even some of the kids turned to stare.

"I'm excited to train today!"

The coach chuckled. "Still as energetic as ever, Yoarashi."

You inhaled sharply. Oh.

Oh.

Even at seven, he was exactly as you remembered him. The boundless enthusiasm, the way he radiated passion like it was his life force. It was strange, seeing him like this—before the entrance exams, before UA.

Inasa Yoarashi.

A rush of thoughts crashed into you all at once. This is Inasa. He’s going to get the top score in the recommendation exam. He’s going to turn down UA because of Todoroki. He’s going to be one of the top students at Shiketsu.