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As her husband sped to the hospital in the dead of night, Inko Midoriya cried tears of pain while grinning from ear to ear with excitement. Her firstborn, Izuku, was about to meet the world for the very first time. Hisashi, her ever loving husband, spent about as much time watching her out of the corner of his eye out of concern and admiration as he did watching the road in front of him, sleek with rain water.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, the labouring mother let out a cry louder than the rest. “Hisashi, hurry!” She wailed at her husband as he leapt out of the driver’s seat and sprinted around the car to get to her side. Hoisting her up and out as carefully as he could with the sense of panicked urgency that was flooding through him, he half-sprinted to the entrance to the emergency room.
“We need a doctor, please! My wife’s water has broken!” Hisashi urged in something slightly less than a yell. Immediately, a nurse came running over in standard-issue scrubs with a walkie-talkie, radioing in for a delivery room to be prepared.
The nurse slowed to a walking pace and strode confidently past the worried husband. “It’s okay ma’am, we’re setting up a room for you. Could you tell me your name?”
Gritting her teeth through the pain, Inko replied slowly. “Inko… Midoriya…”
“Well, Mrs. Midoriya, you can call me Susy. Would you mind taking a seat while we wait? It should just be another moment.”
Just before Susy had a chance to take Inko and Hisashi to the seating area, her walkie talkie came back to life. “We’re ready over here, come to room 147” came a slightly static voice through the speaker.
“Never mind, that seems like our cue to head over.” She beckoned the couple the follow and went over to the designated delivery room.
As soon as Inko got situated, a doctor with an abnormally large nose and bushy mustache entered. “Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya, it’s very nice to meet you. Now then, shall we begin?”
After several hours of laboured screaming coming from the delivery room, a boy emerged from his exhausted mother. A tuft of green hair sprouted from the top of his head like a bush and, to the immediate discomfort of almost everyone present, two small, pale, green flames floated within hollowed out craters where his eye sockets ought to be. He cried not on that day; he only reached his tiny hands towards the northern window where unnaturally pale starlight filtered through.
Somewhere in the infinite cosmos, the pale, mischievous pole star grinned at this boy, chosen for greatness in life by the long-forgotten gods who wanted to make themselves known once again to this planet that had eluded them for so long.