With all the villains captured, Japan was safe again, the world was safe again. But heroes weren't done yet. The ones from the last generation were retired, sure. But that only meant that the responsibility passed to the new generation. Izuku and his friends all became pro heroes. Within a few years of hard hero work, Izuku was, of course, the number 1 hero. Bakugo was number two, which he wasn't too cocky about.
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Now, Izuku stood in the mirror, adjusting to his outfit. He was taking Uraraka on a nice little walk to their date. At first, he hadn't wanted to dress up all fancy like. But since Uraraka had convinced him, and since she thought he looked good in anything, here he was, dressing up. He was wearing a white undershirt, and a sleevless black vest, paired with a green tie, and his red shoes. He had tried to take control of his hair, but it looked like it always did. Messy, as if he had just woken up, and it looked fluffy, too. So, he'd given up on trying to fight with his hair. A knock came at his door. "Yes?" He asked, pretty sure he knew who it was. "I'm ready. I was just wondering how it was going with you." Izuku finished adjusting his tie, and then opened the door, smiling down at his girlfriend. She was in for a surprise tonight. "Well, you look handsome." She told him, smiling as well. He took in her outfit. She was wearing a beautiful, black dress that stopped at her ankles. The skirt had the ruffle look. Her black high-heels were visible. A green bow had been tied around her waist, and he noticed that the dress didn't have sleeves. She also wore a green choker. She nearly took his breath away. "And you look stunning, babe." Izuku told her, taking her hand in his, and smiling. "I didn't go overboard, did I?" He smiled even wider, and leaned down a little to kiss her in the lips, before pulling back about two seconds later. "No. You look prefect like always." She blushed. "You, sir, are too sweet!" "Nah, there's no such thing. Shall we get going?"