Вот полностью отредактированный текст на английском языке, с сохранением оригинального стиля, сюжетной структуры и эмоциональной глубины:
Present Time
After several hours of playing games with his mother, the young boy destined to embody the true essence of heroism was exhausted and ready for bed. His mother understood this and gently tried to put Izuku to sleep. But with his characteristic stubbornness, he insisted that evil never sleeps or rests. Climbing onto the couch and striking a heroic pose, he solemnly declared—deliberately deepening his voice to sound like All Might.
"Fear not, villain! For I am the hero who fights day and night, in the sky and on the sea! I fear neither fire nor darkness. I fear no one!"
Hearing his dramatic proclamation, Inko beamed with pride, her heart swelling with joy, and a tear of happiness slipped from her eye.
Izuku paused, deep in thought—he still hadn't decided on a name for his hero persona or how he wanted to present himself to the world. Watching her son stand so seriously on the couch, hand on his chin and brow furrowed in contemplation, Inko couldn't help but tease her aspiring little hero.
"What kind of hero isn't even afraid of his own mother?" she asked theatrically, placing the back of her hand against her forehead and closing her eyes with exaggerated flair.
"MOM! Don't interrupt!" he cried. "How can I be a real hero if I don't even have my own superhero society to make me known around the world?"
As Inko chuckled at his response, she considered asking a delicate question—was Izuku ready to inherit his father's Quirk? He hadn't seen his father since he was two years old and likely barely remembered him. Maybe he even thought Hisashi had abandoned them. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to speak—but Izuku suddenly caught her attention again.
"I'm not afraid of you, Mom. I'm afraid you'll cry. So, from this moment on, I promise to protect the best smile in the world—yours!"
That was it. The dam broke, and Inko burst into tears of joy. But Izuku didn't understand why she was crying—only that she was crying. He immediately slid off the couch, ran to her, and hugged her leg tightly.
"MOM! Who made you cry? Tell me his name and I'll ANNIHILATE him!"
Tears streamed freely down Inko's cheeks, soaking into her clothes and even staining the small All Might costume her son proudly wore. Kneeling to meet him at eye level, she wrapped her arms around the stunned boy. Izuku returned the embrace, clinging to her neck with his little arms, his wide eyes filled with concern.
Almost managing to contain her sobs, Inko smiled through her tears and whispered:
"Izuku… those were the kindest words anyone has ever said to me."
Still sniffling, she continued to comfort him.
"No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Not even your father's sweet words come close. I'll remember this for the rest of my life."
She gently leaned back and looked into her son's teary but sparkling eyes.
"Mom, what kind of hero would I be if I let you cry? I have to be the hero who protects your smile… and, uh… happiness?" he added, stumbling over the last word he had only recently learned.
But it didn't matter. Even if he had lost his voice, Izuku's very presence brought her happiness. Resting her head on his shoulder, she said the words that would ignite a fire in her son's heart:
"My son, it doesn't matter whether the world calls you a hero or not. To me, you already are one—my hero. No, my superhero."
Overwhelmed, Izuku let go of his mother and burst into happy energy, racing around the apartment in glee. His joy was so bright, it felt as though it could light the darkest corners of the world. Inko's tears turned into a carefree, loving smile as she watched her four-year-old hero.
Curious, she called out to him mid-spin:
"Izuku, have you thought of your hero name yet?"
He stopped, looked at her with dramatic seriousness, and she suddenly felt a small twinge of anxiety at what her son might say.
Climbing onto the table to appear taller than his mother—though he only barely reached her shoulder even while standing on a chair—Izuku cleared his throat dramatically.
"Ahem… He seeks neither fame nor recognition. His path lies through lonely roads, where storms scatter the shadows. Thunder follows in his footsteps. Rain whispers with every move, as if the storm itself has chosen him as its relentless face. I am the one who will protect and show compassion to all. My name… is Knight of the Storm."
Inko's jaw dropped. How could a four-year-old come up with something so poetic? She felt an overwhelming sense of pride—this was truly a performance. Her thoughts drifted to Hisashi, who once had a flair for dramatic, poetic speeches when courting her. Like father, like son, she thought with a bittersweet smile.
She still held out hope that Hisashi might return one day. He'd been gone for almost two years, but he sent enough money to cover all expenses—including the pricey collectible hero figurines she bought for Izuku. She didn't need to work and could spend every day with her green-haired bundle of joy, who made her feel alive.
Thinking of Hisashi, Inko decided to change the subject slightly to avoid upsetting her son.
"Izuku, sweetie, what kind of Quirk would you like to have?"
"I want a Quirk with elemental powers! Like fire, or lightning! Or a superpower like All Might's! So I can give people hope and save them from villains!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement.
Smiling, Inko asked one more question.
"Okay, then tell me, Izuku—if you could choose between my Quirk and your father's Quirk, which would you pick?"
"Yours, of course!" he said without hesitation. "It's so cool! You can pull objects, lift people—you can do so many cool things, Mom!"
Inko's heart swelled with pride… and a little sadness. Izuku's answer showed how deeply he admired and loved her—but it also made her realize how distant he felt from his father.
"But Izuku, why not your father's Quirk? I think it's strong too—he can breathe fire! He can take down villains with a single breath, while I have to use my hands to activate my Quirk."
Izuku paused thoughtfully before answering.
"Yeah, it's cool… but I've never seen him use it. And what if he has a sore throat? Then he can't fight properly."
Inko was both impressed and unnerved—how could her son be so clever at only four years old? He was growing up so fast.
Evening settled over the city. The streets were quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional hum of passing cars. The moonlight cast a soft glow across the walls of Izuku's room, where he lay under his blanket. Inko sat at the edge of his bed, reading the final lines of a fairy tale.
"And they lived happily ever after. The end."
"Wow, Mom, that was the best story you've ever read," Izuku whispered, not wanting to disturb the quiet magic of the moment with his usual All Might-style shouts.
"Yes, sweetie, I liked it too. Now it's time to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day—your first real step toward becoming a hero," Inko said, gently stroking his unruly hair.
"Okay, Mom. We'll get up early tomorrow," Izuku replied, smiling sleepily.
She tucked the blanket around him and kissed his forehead, hugging him warmly.
"I love you too, Mom," he murmured, hugging her back.
They held each other for two full minutes before Inko stood up and softly closed the door.
"Good night, my son," she whispered, her voice warm and tender.
Lying in bed, Izuku glanced at the All Might poster on the wall. The hero's proud gaze met his own.
"Don't worry, All Might. I promise—I'll become a hero like no one has ever seen before. You'll be proud of me."
With that vow, Izuku closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, ready to meet the important day that awaited him.
To be continued…