Sorcerer Supreme in MHA

Three years had passed since that day when Izuku had first learned that not everyone needed a Quirk to be a hero. Much had changed during that time—Izuku was no longer the small, wide-eyed boy filled with doubt. He was now six years old, his body stronger, his heart more confident, and his mind far sharper than it had been at the age of four. But most importantly, he was no longer alone in his journey.

Alex and Inko had made it their mission to ensure that Izuku grew up with the strength to face the world, even without a Quirk. Every day, the three of them spent time together—whether it was learning about the world around them, keeping his body in top shape, or studying strange, ancient languages that Izuku didn't fully understand yet.

At six, Izuku was already learning to read and write, his inquisitive nature spurring him to devour books on every subject. The family's love and care for him had shaped him into a determined, resilient little boy. But there was one thing Alex had introduced him to that no one else could have—magic.

It had been a quiet evening when Alex had decided it was time for Izuku to take the first step into a world that few could understand. He had handed Izuku a small, ancient book, the pages worn with age and filled with intricate symbols that Izuku couldn't quite make out.

"Start with this," Alex had said, his voice gentle but firm. "It's called Sanskrit. It's the foundation of many magical languages. You don't need to know why you're learning it right now, but trust me, it will come in handy one day."

Izuku had accepted the book with wide eyes, unsure of what he was getting into but trusting his brother without question. He'd started with the basics, slowly picking up the characters and their meanings, without understanding the full scope of what he was studying.

Three years later, Izuku sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by books and notes, a look of intense concentration on his face. The room was quiet, save for the scratching of his pencil on paper as he wrote out the Sanskrit characters he had learned by heart. His small hands trembled slightly, but there was a determined gleam in his eyes. He was so focused on his work that he didn't hear Inko's gentle footsteps as she entered the room.

"Working hard, Izuku?" Inko asked with a soft smile, glancing at the pages before her son.

Izuku glanced up, his face lighting up at the sight of his mother. "I'm trying to get this right, Mom! I want to make sure I don't make any mistakes."

Inko ruffled his hair, her heart swelling with pride. She could see how much Izuku had grown—how far he'd come in these three years. And it wasn't just because of the magic. It was the way he approached life, the unyielding curiosity, and the strength he carried even when the world seemed uncertain.

"You're doing great," she said, sitting down beside him. "But remember, you don't have to be perfect. The important thing is that you're learning, that you're growing."

Izuku nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. "I know, Mom. But I want to be strong, like Dad... and like big bro Alex. I want to help people."

Inko's smile faltered slightly at the mention of his father, but she pushed the thought aside. Izuku had always dreamed of being a hero. And though his father wasn't part of their lives anymore, Inko and Alex had made sure he never lacked the love and guidance he needed.

Just then, Alex appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed and a faint smile on his lips. He had been silently watching Izuku from the hallway, knowing the boy had been working hard on his studies.

"You're making progress, little hero," Alex remarked, his voice filled with pride.

Izuku looked up at his brother, his eyes wide. "Big bro, I think I got it! Look!" He quickly flipped through the pages of his book and began writing out a set of Sanskrit characters, his small fingers moving with an unexpected ease.

Alex walked over to the table, kneeling beside Izuku to inspect his work. He nodded in approval, his smile growing. "Not bad at all. You've got a natural talent for this."

Izuku beamed, proud of his achievement. "Thanks, big bro! I want to learn more! Can you teach me more stuff?"

Alex chuckled softly, ruffling his hair. "Of course. But remember, we've got other lessons to focus on too. Strength isn't just about knowledge—it's also about being ready for whatever comes your way."

At that, Inko stood and placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "That's right. We've been focusing a lot on your mind, but it's time to take care of your body too."

Despite the lessons and knowledge Izuku was gaining, life wasn't always easy for him. Even at six, he had already experienced the sting of being different. It wasn't the kids in his class that bothered him—no, it was the looks and the whispers, the way some of the older students treated him as though he didn't belong because he didn't have a Quirk.

It had started innocently enough—harmless teasing and pranks. But things had escalated one afternoon when a group of older boys had cornered Izuku on the playground. They had been taunting him for weeks, making cruel comments about his lack of a Quirk, but today, they took it too far.

"Hey, Izuku," one of the boys sneered, shoving him roughly. "What's it like being useless?"

Izuku had stepped back, holding his ground but not knowing how to respond. His fists clenched at his sides, the sting of the insult starting to settle deep in his chest. He had learned how to ignore the words, but when they came with shoves and jabs, it was harder to let them go.

One of the boys raised his fist, aiming to strike him. Izuku closed his eyes, bracing for the blow, but before it could land, a voice rang out.

"Enough!"

Alex stepped onto the playground, his gaze cold and unwavering. His presence was like a storm breaking the calm, and the boys who had been tormenting Izuku froze in their tracks. They hadn't noticed Alex before, but now, they recognized him immediately.

"Izuku doesn't deserve your cruelty," Alex said, his voice low and firm, laced with an edge of danger that made the bullies take a step back. "And neither do any of the other students here."

The boys looked at one another nervously, not sure what to do in the face of Alex's unyielding authority.

"You're lucky I'm not taking this any further," Alex continued, "but if I hear about anything like this happening again, I'll be holding not only you accountable, but your parents as well. Understand?"

The boys, now visibly nervous, quickly muttered their apologies before running off. Alex turned to Izuku, his expression softening as he knelt down beside him.

"You okay, little hero?" he asked quietly.

Izuku nodded, though his eyes still shone with the hurt of being bullied. "I'm fine... Thanks, big bro."

Alex smiled gently, his hand resting on Izuku's shoulder. "Don't let anyone make you feel small. You're stronger than they'll ever understand."

That evening, Alex did something that surprised Inko. He went to the school, speaking with the principal and demanding that the bullying be stopped immediately. He didn't just address the situation at school—he took the matter further, holding the bullies' parents accountable for their children's actions. The result was swift and decisive. The bullying ceased, and Izuku's school experience improved, though Alex's intervention had ensured the school and its staff would remain vigilant.

That night, as the family sat down for dinner, Inko couldn't help but smile at the bond between Alex and Izuku. They had built something special—an unbreakable connection, one that went beyond blood. And though Izuku's journey was just beginning, she had no doubt he would grow into the hero he was meant to be.

"Thank you, big bro," Izuku said again, his voice full of gratitude.

Alex smiled and raised his glass. "No need to thank me, little hero. It's what family is for."