Deku Who? (EDITING)

Chapter 4

Izuku's POV

3 and a half years later (He's 17)

"Zuzu! Zuzu! Wake up!"

It's been almost 4 whole years since I've lived in America. And let just say a lot has happened.

I have a 3 year old little sister named Izumi. Later after Ma gave birth to her and Dad remarried.

I got my heroes license and made a name for myself. I decided Aki for my Hero name. A lot of people question why I chose that name, I guessed they'll never know.

I created a name for myself when one night I patrolled with Dad and we came across a Villain. It had a sleeping quirk of some sort, I still don't know what it was.

But all I know is that it's similar to when sleeping beauty pricked herself with the magical needle making her fall into an almost never ending slumber.

Well, that Villain was shooting needles from his finger and when one hit Dad he said he felt sleepy and passed out. Leaving it up to me to stall until other pros showed up, but it didn't take long for me to take him out with the help of my scythe.

"I'm up, Izzy." I say groggily, stretching.

"Ivy, Jackie, Joe, Ellie, and Hazey are here!" She giggled loudly, pulling on the blanket on top of me.

"Alright, alright." I groan before sitting up. Izumi pulled and tugged on my covers trying to get on the bed, I chuckled before picking her up and sitting her on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my torso.

This was our every morning routine before I got up for school. She would get her morning cuddles in before I leave for the day. On the weekends, she'd wake up early and wake me up to cuddle her and fall asleep again.

After a few moments, I stand up with her in my arms, put my glasses on, and walk to my bathroom while stifling a yawn.

I sit her on the counter and began to brush my teeth and wash my face. I walk back to my room to pick out an outfit.

I decided on a oversized white tee, red sweatpants, and white high top converse. I put a silver ring on my pointer finger that had chipped black nail polish on it and I do my daily morning hair routine that Eleanor taught me years ago.

She helped me take care of my hair and brought my curls back to life. I get my curls from my Dad's side of the family. He is half Japanese and half African American so we get it from my Nana's side. When I was done I turn to the bathroom to see the door shut closed.

I walked up to it. "Izzy, what are you doing?" I questioned. You should never leave a toddler in the bathroom unattended, especially if they're quiet.

The last time I left that girl in there unattended she got into all of my skin care. 250 dollars worth of good product wasted.

"I'm going potty!" She shouted, and I hummed in response. I walk to my dresser and pick up my car keys, opening my drawer and pulling out two lollipops.

I hear the water run for a few seconds before it turned off and the door opened revealing Izumi. She ran up to me as I unwrapped the lollipop, handing it to her before unwrapping mine and plopping it into my mouth.

"Let's go," I take her hand and draped my yellow backpack over my shoulder before flicking the lights off.

"Took you long enough," Jonah said with a groan.

"You think it takes five seconds to look this good?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, and he chuckles in response while shaking his head.

"Umi!" Eleanor exclaimed making Izumi giggle and run to her.