Izuku nodded, a new fire in his green eyes. He wasn't just going to U.A. High; he was going to prove that even the smallest spark could light up the darkest sky.
Izuku blinked, the solemnity of the moment shattering. “Wait… what?”
All Might stepped forward, placing a heavy, skeletal hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Fear is not the enemy, Izuku. It is the fuel. You didn't just clean a beach; you carved out a vessel. You made room for a power that has been passed down through generations.”
“Eat this,” All Might said suddenly, plucking a single strand of golden hair from his head.
Izuku looked down at his calloused palms. For the first time, they didn't feel like the hands of a "Deku." They felt like the hands of a hero.