Chapter 1

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"You are invited to the hearing of Izuku Midoriya's will at xXxX theater, on the bottom floor." Hitoshi read aloud to his cat. He found this little gray blob of fur on the streets while patrolling one night. Izuku Midoriya....that name sounds familiar.... Hitoshi thought to himself. He got up to look at his UA yearbook to look for the name, "Izuku Midoriya...." he whispered. He found his picture quickly, Izuku had long green-black hair that stuck up in a cute fluffy mess, and stared at the camera like he was absolutely done with life. Underneath his picture was a quote; "It will take a nation of millions to hold me back" -Timothy Howard.

    Hitoshi stared at the picture for 5 minutes trying to remember who Izuku was. "Oh, he was my friend when I was in 1-C! He was a strange guy and was made fun of by everyone in the other classes." Hitoshi exclaimed as all the memories hit him like a truck.

I also started teasing him when I transferred to 1-A...I feel like an awful person. He looks at the letter again and looks at the time Xx/xx/20xx at 4:00 Pm. So next week... I know he's dead but, I want to apologize to him still! I hope that there's at least something I can do to make up for it. Guilt overwhelming him he decides to attend the reading.

~1 week later~

Hitoshi looks at the letter and then the building. It looked off to him. Something just didn't feel right about the building. Ignoring the feeling he walks in and finds the stairs behind the stage. It's almost completely empty save for one other being facing away from him. Hitoshi looks at his watch 3:00 pm. I was expecting there to be more people here. Now that I think about it, wouldn't Iida be here before me? Hitoshi walks up to the man in the chair. Spinning the chair around he realizes it's just a bunch of clothes. Maybe I'm in the wrong building? Thinks the hypnotizing hero. He was about to leave when something caught his eye. A trap door under the chair. Was this always here? He thought. Moving the chair and curiously opening the trap door he finds a secret room.

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