What Makes A Hero

6

       "I don't think you've fully realized what it means to start over. You're still clinging to your past."

       Izuku found himself glaring despite knowing there was some truth to the statement. Nox in turn stared right back completely nonplussed by Izuku's look which only made the younger glare even more before glancing away in defeat to instead pout at the floor.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh Huh."

"Yes!"

"Even you don't believe that, what are you doing? You decided you want to start over, and you have the chance, and yet... I can't help you accomplish your goals, only you can do that."

"I know that and I didn't ask for your help." Izuku snapped at them scowling once more.

      "Come on, we're going out for a bit, wear black, use this." A bottle of something was tossed over to him as Nox began to walk away. It had been sometime since he first started living with the other and he'd gotten used to the other for the most part, but even still he struggled to figure out just what was going on in their mind.

      But... they seemed lonely sometimes when they stared off into a blank space just slightly above the edge of yet another medical book. During those times his brow would always furrow and for once the always-switched glasses would be left alone perched awkwardly on his nose. Quite possibly the only time they were left alone, Izuku was almost convinced Nox still switched glasses while he was sleeping.

      Izuku snorted as he snapped out of his thoughts, but spun on his heel and walked off. Now away from the source of his frustration he felt some nervousness seep in.

      With some trepidation Izuku went through his new wardrobe to pull out black pants and a black button up shirt.  He glanced at the item Nox had thrown at him before Nox had left, turning to head to his own room; temporary blue hair dye. It would only last for a few days, carefully using a t-shirt to cover up the clothes he wore he methodically followed the instructions. There was no reason not to since it was only temporary. And Nox had done so much for him already...

       He patted his hair with a dark towel so it was mostly dry before changing into the black attire he had picked out. Nox led him out of the house. A plain car waited outside and they got in, Nox sliding in the keys and off they drove.

        Only after several minutes of silence did Izuku finally pick up the courage to ask, "Where are we going?"

        "Your funeral. It's today and I figured you might want to see it... it might be good for you to help let go of your past life, we can turn around if you don't want to?"

         "No... you're right, I'm still acting as if nothing happened, I'm not Izuku anymore am I?"

        "Honestly? A little bit of them will always be with you, but as Kobayashi Izumi you are given a chance for a fresh start. Ideally, how what type of person do you want to be? You can't change if you keep clinging to the past. I know it can be difficult, scary even, to leave behind who you were, leave behind everyone and everything you knew, but you choose this and probably this is your last chance to back out."

       "I can't -I don't want to go back."

       "Alright then. We have the rest of the day for this, but just tell me whenever you want to leave."

       Izuku nodded. The funeral party was small, only twenty to thirty people attended. A few neighbors, families from school, his mother's friends. There was a small, white urn- he wondered what was inside, if anything at all, and he was surprised to find that a small, small part of him hoped that she had burnt his All Might merchandise to put in there... it would be... poetic he supposed, All Might had been the start of this new beginning and the focus of his old life. Bunches of flowers in so many shapes and size surrounded the urn, and people gathering around his mother to offer condolences as she dabbed at tears with a handkerchief from where she knelt at the empty urn's side. Kacchan's mother never left her self appointed post at his mother's side, an arm wrapped around her shoulders and Kacchan himself scowled through the whole thing and scoffed a few times, but kept quiet by his father's side, a lost look in his normally oh-so-fiery-determined eyes.