The First Generation

Uncovering Crimes

"So... We're really doing this tonight?"

Mina felt a small bead of sweat making its way from her forehead, and down her oddly coloured skin, towards her chin, where it dangled for a moment, before falling to the ground. She knew that the day to debut was always going to come if the group was actually serious about the whole Hero thing. One day, it was always destined to evolve from just being something that they talked about and turn into something that they actively took part in. That evolution wasn't something that they couldn't put off.

They weren't just going to talk about it forever... But this was it.

It was actually happening. Talking about it was exciting, and the idea of being able to use their Quirks to actually do some good was like a fantasy. Just the thought of it was invigorating. Everyone would admit to having moments of personal daydreams where they had pictured themselves, fighting against violent Quirkless bigots, or against people who simply had no control of either their anger or their Quirks. They all imagined being Heroes. And that was consequence free. That was fun and amazing. That was enthralling and energizing.

But at those points, it was all in their heads.

To be on the verge of actually doing it now though... Mina felt her heart rate increasing, the organ thumping against her chest with increased speed and repetition, far above and beyond the normal resting pace. A mixture of a feeling of uncontrollable excitement and what she honestly felt to be dread. It all blended together into a weird feeling that could only be described as a pressurized nothingness. A feeling that was sort of similar to entering a classroom late, only magnified about seven hundred times. There was probably a better way to explain it, but the pink girl just found herself unable to articulate them.

Speaking about it was one thing... To now be on the verge of actually going through with it... That was quite another.

Izuku looked towards her from the corner of his eye. The pair of them were alone, behind the closed, locked doors of his room. It had only been a matter of nine hours since Izuku had announced to the rest of the group that he wanted to begin Hero activities once the darkness of night fell. It had been a somewhat sudden, and a rather abrupt way to say that it was time to put their money where their mouths were, and begin to act like the Heroes that they said they all wanted to be. No one opposed the idea, and they all agreed to it.... Though some might have had secret, unvoiced opinions.

Katsuki seemed totally unphased, but everyone guessed that it was because he knew beforehand, before any of them did.

For a few seconds, the freckled boy didn't say anything, simply looking at his friend before he nodded. "Yeah. I'm serious about becoming Heroes. I think.... This is the best time to do it."

Everyone had reacted to the news in a different way. While Todoroki barely emoted, or showed that he was affected in any real way, shape or form, it was clear he was just as shaken as anyone else was. His eyed had widened, and his back straightened up immediately at the news. Despite them having discussed the idea of Heroism for over a month now, it still felt too soon, in the Half-Cold-Half-Hot Quirk user's honest opinion. While he trusted Izuku's decision, and was prepared to put his faith in him, he couldn't help but feel like this was, perhaps, a mistake of sorts. He would stand by his saviour's plans, but that didn't mean that he necessarily had to agree with them.

Interestingly though, in that regard, he did keep his mouth shut, not speaking up to vocalize any concerns, or protest in any way to the plans put forth by Izuku. Maybe because he didn't want him to start second guessing himself now. Maybe because he felt Izuku was smarter than he was and had taken everything into account. Maybe because he just had that much faith in Izuku. Either way, he said nothing.