Izuku Midoriya has really had enough. First, he had his property destroyed by his childhood bully, then he was told he couldn't be a hero by the one he's always admired, and finally, he was scolded by pro-heroes for risking his life to save his chil...
As he approached the signal, a shimmer in the air revealed what looked like a massive flying battleship. It uncloaked slowly, its technology and glowing turbines making it look like a fortress in the sky.
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Izuku's eyes widened. "What... is that?"
"It looks like an N-Tek vessel," Torbolt said as the carrier's front bay opened, revealing a landing platform. He could tell he was right because he recognized the symbol on the side. As he lowered onto the platform and his feet touched the ground. He could see soldiers running around fastening jets, fixing the mounted guns, and even standing guard, weapons in hand. Since this was N-Tek, he reverted back to his base mode, removed his helmet, and Torbolt detached, hovering beside him.
"Looks like N-Tek's been busy," Izuku muttered, scanning the deck until he heard a voice call out to him.
"Izuku!" the voice said, calling out his name. He turned-and froze as the person walking toward him in a crisp N-Tek uniform was his mentor.
"Max?" Izuku blinked. "You're here?"
Max grinned. "Wouldn't miss it. Come on, I've got someone you're looking for."
As they walked through the corridors, Torbolt floated silently, scanning everything. Max gestured proudly to the reinforced walls and weapon systems.
"This is Daedelus Platform Mark 2," Max said. "We rebuilt it after the last one got hacked and crashed. This version's got battleship-grade cannons, anti-air turrets, and a stealth array that can make the whole thing vanish."
"And the front runway cannon?" Torbolt asked, raising his one eyebrow.
"Still here. Bigger than ever," Max chuckled.
"Jump Jets detected in hangars. Dogfighting capacity confirmed," Torbolt whirred.
"Exactly," Max said. "We're ready for anything."
"I can tell," Izuku said as they entered what looked like a wide cafeteria. As he looked around, Izuku's eyes immediately locked onto familiar faces.
He saw Kota, Eri, and the four other children he recognized, eating from Mini Bento Boxes with compartments for star-shaped rice balls, teriyaki chicken skewers with smiley face picks, edamame pods arranged like little jet wings, fruit gummies, and small cartons of juices of different flavors. But what really surprised him was when he saw Ochaco sitting with them, with a hot udon bowl with tempura and a soft-boiled egg, steam rising, broth rich with umami-perfect for someone who's just come off a rescue mission, along with a small matcha parfait with mochi and red bean paste.
Seeing all that food made Izuku's stomach growl, and that caught Kota's attention as he looked up from his tray.
"Bro!" Kota said, standing up.
"Daddy!" Eri said, seeing him, tears welling up.
"Sensei!" The four children dropped their forks and ran to him, arms wide.
