𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ;; ʙɴʜᴀ

Pʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

"Heroes get remembered, but legends
never die. Follow your heart and you'll never go wrong."

Those words stuck to you like a paper sticker that didn't rip off right. The world loved baseball player that everyone knows by the famous nickname: All Might.

And one day, you'd meet someone who'd become just as legendary as the Sultan of Swat himself.

But at the moment, your heart
was telling you to make a friend.

"Freckled boy! You're new here too, right?"

"Oh, uh, y-yeah! Akiyama, was it?"

Your bright, e/c eyes shined at the recognition of your name, grabbing his slightly bigger hands. "Yeah, I'm she! You must be Izuku Midoriya." Your cute smile beaming on your pink lips as it quickly turned into a playful pout.

"But call me Y/n," You requested. "Akiyama is too formal for me." You giggled, pulling two suckers from the pocket of your maroon corduroy dress. "Then you can call me Izuku." He grinned, taking the blue raspberry sucker from your soft fingertips; both sticking the sugary orbs into your mouths.

You both strolled down the corridors, tugging slightly at the dark grey, half, turtleneck your dad made you wear to school today. It wasn't -thankfully- too hot, so you didn't mind it. You twirled the cherry sucker in your mouth in thought, wracking your brain for something you deemed important.

"Hmm," You pondered for a second, an imaginary light bulb igniting over your head.

"Zuku! Your nickname will be Zuku!"

"Waah! A nickname so soon!? You're so nice!" The green-haired male exclaimed, impressed how quickly you had become social with him.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to like baseball, would you?"

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You kept a straight face as your eyes stayed glued to the best baseball player at your school, Hanta Sero, as he was in a pickle; darting left and right as if his arms were being pulled by two children fighting over a favored toy.

"Run, tape-for-brains! Run!" An angry-looking, spiky, blonde-haired boy shouted, running onto the field, the rest of his team right behind him.

Sero continued to dodge the two base-bounded players as he quickly slipped past the last baseman, gaining home base. The crowd of kids from school watching whooped and hollered as Sero's team gathered around him, cheering and high-five-ing him on his victory.

You and Midoriya watched through the holed fence, eyes shimmering in awe, one thought in mind:

I really want to play baseball!

Your eyes followed the group of boys as they ran off the field, fleeing down the street. You and Midoriya locked eyes, nodding with the same idea in mind.

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The next day, you and Midoriya quietly followed behind the group of baseball boys as they turned into an empty lot. Midoriya tugged on your white graphic tee, pointing towards an opening towards the back of the large lot.

You held your hand out to your freckled companion as his emerald eyes flickered from you to your hand as he reluctantly took it in his slightly larger ones. You flashed him your signature smile, dashing towards the hole in the fence.

"Good eye, Zuku! Let's go!"

You both slipped through the hole, crouching down as you and the freckled boy hid behind a bush, watching Sero's team play together in amazement.

"It's like... Their own little baseball kingdom or something!" Midoriya's eyes held stars as he pulled his plastic baseball glove from his back pocket.

You balled you small hands into fists, anxious to play with them. "Do you think they'll let us join them?" You looked to Midoriya for a hopeful answer. "I'm not exactly sure but there's one way to find out." He answered, giving you a shaky smile, standing up from his crouched position.

"I'm gonna go stand out there Y/n!"