Chapter Text
Tenko stared down at the pinkish blob, the blob that cried and cried and cried. He frowned at reached forward, poking it with a finger. The blob let out another startled cry, wheezing and squirming. Small fingers jumped up, grasping onto his finger with a tight grip.
“What… is it?”
“He is your younger brother,” Hisashi said, “Izuku.”
“Izuku… you are ugly.”
“Tenko!”