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No, I'm not gonna begin with that stupid, sappy "AlL mEn aRE nOt bOrN Equal" BS.  I am positively sure you are aware of the vile, unfair, unjust rules that trademarked Japan. I was born into a corrupt society, one that measured your worth purely on the power-packed behind your punch, the usefulness of those godforsaken powers they deemed quirks. The opposite of what I was, the opposite of what I used to be.

You seem confused, so let me enlighten you on my ever so peachy childhood. Strap in, this is gonna be quite the ride.

Under normal circumstances, I would have been born quite a privileged child. My dad loved me, my mother adored me, I was the glue of that cursed phrase, just one big happy family.....

At the age of just 2 years, I was "blessed" with the presence of a crimson-eyed, hot-headed demon child, his spiky outward attitude opposing my soft, calm introverted one. And yet, we found ourselves attached at the hip, inseparable. He developed a soft spot for me, only minding his language in my presence, fussing over me when I got the smallest scratch. Despite his explosive attitude, to me, he was an angel.

Kacchan was lucky enough to be an early bloomer, one of the first in hisclass. It was when this rat-faced second grader pushed me to the floor at the playground. The teachers were too occupied with another fight to even bat an eyelash at the small timid kindergartener being tormented by a bully. Izuku screamed and cried, in hope that someone near them would answer his pleas.  Unfortunately for ratface, that "anyone" was Bakugou Katsuki.

 To say he was livid, would be an understatement. Just who the hell did this bastard think he was anyway? He ran towards him, harshly shoving the older child off Izuku, arms flailing at everywhere he could find. He was already aware of the boy's quirk, he could sharpen his teeth to a small extent, not even on command. Kinda shitty if you asked katsuki. However, he knew the boy could take hits well, so why was he so bent on avoiding his fists, why had his eyes held so much fear?

Smoke began emitting itself from his glowing palms...

 Katsuki faltered for a second, and the boy fled. It only then did he clutch his hands, eyes widening at the explosions littering his sweaty palms, they were weak, but hot nonetheless, blisters already forming on his hands. Yet, they disappeared just as quick as it had begun, his anger dissipating as he saw the beat-up face of his izu lying on the ground.  Teary eyes huge with an unreasonable expression, forcing several thoughts to invade katsuki's head. 

Is he scared of me?

Is he hurt?

Why isn't he talking?

He knows I won't hurt him...

right?

And for once, katsuki felt an emotion other than anger. His face contorting into an expression only izuku could make him make.

His hands began smoking...

"Izu, you know I would nev-"

Before he could even think about finishing his sentence, he was tackled to the ground by a huge bear hug, both boys landing softly on the faux soil. Izuku quickly supported himself on his knees, katsuki following in suit. 

"KACCHAN THAT WAS SOOOOO COOL!!!!"

Katsuki was taken aback by this, finding himself stuttering for the first time in his life,

"w-w-wha-"

"THAT GUY WAS LIKE CHOMP CHOMP AND THEN YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND WAS LIKE POW AND THEN YOUR HANDS GOT REALLY HOT AND THEN THERE WERE EXPLOSIONS LIKE PSHOOOOO AND THAT GUY RAN AWAY AND- AND - AND THEN"

Izuku paused for a second, seemingly speechless. Viridian eyes boring into crimson ones before tackling katsuki into yet another man crushing hug.

"YOU. HAVE. A . QUIRK!!!!! NOW YOU CAN BEAT UP THE BAD GUYS, AND- AND, SAVE EVERYONE LIKE YOU SAVED ME. YOU'RE MY HERO KACCHAN"

Izuku, finally satisfied with his rant, eagerly waiting for katsuki's response. 

They had always been close, together since diapers, but hearing Izuku utter such words about him made bakugou's insides feel funny. His face and ears set ablaze, harshly ruffling izuku's soft curls, hoping it would hide his flustered face. 

"You damn nerd, I already know  I'm cool, you don't have to tell me," he said slipping his hand into izuku's.

"Now come on, let's go to the nurse before auntie Inko kills me" He attempted to make his voice sound annoyed, but only fondness was evident in his words, in which izuku picked up with ease, smiling warmly as katsuki dragged him forward, taking notice of how gently he held his hand, and returning the gesture.

They were closer than ever since then. They did have their fallouts from time to time, but they never lasted, often broken by them being cuddled up to the tv, watching the new All Might anime episodes, being found hours later, peacefully sleeping on each other's shoulder, the tv still blaring in the background, a shared blanket pushing them even closer. Smiles were always found on their faces.

Everything was perfect, more than he could ever wish for.

....

Now multiply that by tenfold.

It was a normal Sunday evening. Once again, the Midoriyas were over at the Bakugous, all sat around the tv as they ate their pot noodles and watched their family sitcoms together. Izuku and Katsuki was mushed up to one side of the sofa, drowning in the all might blanket they'd been dually gifted for christmas.6 year old Izukus eyes sparkled as the main characters of the movie danced on the screen, absent mindedly opening his mouth whenever Katsuki raised his chopsticks too his mouth, mind to occupied to register he's literally being fed. It was disgustingly domestic.

The chatter from outside dimmed as the day came to a close, inko and Mitsuki conversing on getting their boys ready for school tomorrow. Izuku and Bakugou had both begun to nod of , fighting the sleep that threatened to weigh them down. It was only after Izuku let out a dramatised yawn that inko finally stood up wot switch off the tv, getting ready to scoop up her son for the night.

"Maaaa, i was watching that" He drawled, even as his eyes flickered shut. A fond giggle escaped from inko as she watched her sons antics.

"I'm sure you were honey, but its getting late and you have school tomorrow, make sure you take your supplements, they're in the left pocket of your backpack" Inko turned her back to the boys as she started to collect the empty packets of food that had been splayed. Once again, a smile reached her lips, even with Izukus presumed quirklessness, they were happy, and this was a life she could get around. 

She let out a small sigh of happiness as she turned back to the boys, ready to carry them to bed, but instead she was met with a small white orb smacked to the face. She blinked, reaching up to inspect that offending item, but as inko squinted at the white ball she realised. 

These were Izuku's Iron supplement pills. And it was floating.

Her eyes widened as she scanned the room.

What.

The.

Fuck.

White pills were scattered at different heights all around the area, suspended in the air along with pens, popcorn, forks and figurines. It was like the gravity in the whole house had been turned off, and was it just Inko or had the room gotten hotter?!

As a disgruntled Bakugou floated past her muttering sleepy curses, Inko quickly put two and two together, and it seemed Izuku had too.

"MA, I HAVE A QURIK!!! I HAVE A QUIRK AND I CAN FEEL IT, ITS LIKE FIRE BUT ITS SO WARMMMM AND ITS LIKE COMING FROM THE TIPS OF MY FINGERS AND IT I COULDNT BE ASKED TO GET THE PILLS SO I JUST WISHED THEYD FLY TO ME AND HERE THEY ARE AND OK THIS IS KINDA GIVING ME A HEADACHE SO IM JUST GONNA-" He flopped face forward into the sofa, and all the levitated objects (and angry children) dropped back onto the floor with a thump, jumping both adult bakugous out of their slumber. Mild panic flashed across  Inkos face as she went to check on Izuku, but the soft snores omitting from her son quenched any worries she had been harbouring. 

Katsuki looked around with mild confusion, matching the perplexed looks of his parents as they viewed the mess around the living room. 

Sigh. This was going to be a long evening.

The next day, the three parents allowed their children a day off school as they made a rushed appointment to  see a quirk counsellor. Originally, it was just going to be Inko and Izuku, but with both mother and son bakugou attached at their hips, they knew better than to plead their case.

Masaru enjoyed a quiet day in his home.

To say the children were excited would be an understatement. Both boys were physically vibrating with apprehension, their hands clasped in each others as they brainstormed what exactly Izukus quirk would be.

"Wait so i can control things, what if i have like super telekinisis"

"But you made the temperature go up zuku, what was that about"

"ummm, my dad had a fire quirk so..."

"FIRE QUIRK???  Zuku how the fuck did i not know this" 

"Language you brat!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG!!"

"Kachaan, what if i had a DUAL QUIRK. OH MY GOD THATS SO OP I CULD BE ALLMIGHT AND WE COULD BOTH-"

When they arrived, Izuku was whisked away into the testing room, where a series of whirring sounds could be heard from the other side of the door. Bakugous hands popped as he grew more and more impatient, and just as he was about to break the door down, it was swung open and Izuku stepped out, a wobbly grin on his face and oh my God was that... GREEN FIRE?!?!

Before Bakugou knew it, he was tackled to the floor in a bear hug, which he would've grumbled about if he didn't hear wet sniffles coming from the boy next to him

"Zuku what the hell?? Why are you crying??" He tried to harden his voice, but a sliver of panic slipped through.

Through the soft cries, Izuku buried his head into his friends shoulder and whispered

"Kachaan....i can be a hero."

Bakugous eyes widened slightly, before softening as he roughly ruffled his best friends hair,

"You always could be Izuku. Always."

Name: Izuku Midoriya

Quirk type: Emitters, dual quirk

Quirk:  Telekinesis, can control the motion of objects people and anything around him, radius is unknown, but it is very large. His telekinesis is  based on particle makeup, so whatever he controls does not need to be solid.

Drawbacks: if used to much, can result in migraines and nosebleeds, but aren't too severe. Drawbacks increase if he tries to control something very far away however. If he is trying to control particles individually, such as air bending,  it increases his drawbacks if not trained correctly.

Quirk  2: Pyrokinesis, Emits green fire which he can then control or warp into anything he desires. He can also control the intensity of the flame, varying from mildly irritating heat to bone scorching. Can be dangerous if not trained correctly.

Drawbacks: Dehydration, although he should be safe, if not enough water is drank hell be hit with dehydration after he finishes his quirk use. If paired with quirk exhaustion, he can pass out.

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It was annoyingly sunny. Not a shielding cloud in sight to protect the greenette from being force fed vitamin d. And of course, let's not forget that he was once again woken up to the blinding light of Japan sun at 5 fucking am.

Izuku dramatically groaned as he yanked his eraserhead pillow from under his head, hoping, wishing, praying that some half assed villain would come blazing through the door, leaving him conveniently incapable of performing anything productive for the next 6-8 hours.

Instead, however, he was met with something even worse. Millions of times more horrible, vile, loathsome.

He was met, by a morning person

Katsuki boom boom boy Bakugou.

He walked into the youngers room with a soft smile on his face, his uniform already neatly worn, his bag roughly slung over his shoulder. He sat at the foot of the bed before throwing a pillow right at Izuku's face.

"Zuku, if you don't get your broccoli looking ass out of that goddamn bed right now, I'll drag you out of it myself" Bakugou stated, his voice playfully raised.

In return, he made an intelligent remark between "fuck off" and "go away" and pressed his face deeper into the pillow Katsuki has conveniently supplied me with.

Rare moments of silent passed, and Izuku savoured every second. Kaachan was never this quiet, one could almost hear the cogs working In that colourful little brain of his. It was eerily silent, and  Izuku was starting to hate it. What was worse, is that he was110% sure Kaachan was aware of this information.

Letting out yet another melodramatic groan, he slowly sat up, swinging his short legs of the bedside .

Izuku rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and excuse already leaving his tongue " look Kaachan I'll get re-"
His sentence was cut short by the literal wind being knocked out of him. Izuku let out a tiny squeal as he was swung over Kaachan's shoulder, his head and arms hanging loosely over his back.

Now, he could have kicked, screamed of hit Kaachan's back with his fists, but that involved, you know, energy ...something he highly lacked at the moment. He fell limp, allowing himself to be carried out of the room and into the kitchen, breakfasts laid on the by table. Both their parents were on a business trip, so Izuku had  just decided to stay at the Bakugous until they came back. They wouldn't mind....probably.

Kaachan flopped the limp body down on the couch, and followed in suit, lying right next to him. He looked Izuku straight in the eye ,blazing crimson orbs piercing into droopy green ones. Both refused to break eye contact . knowing what would happen.

"Get up."

"No"

"Get up"

"Fuck off"

"Get up or I'll tickle you"

Izuku visibly flinched at that, Kaachans face morphing into a victorious smirk. He sighed one last time before making hisway to the bathroom.

"Don't forget your pills shithead" Kaachan yelled after him.

"Yeah, yeah" Izuku waved his hand, not bothering to look back.

He stared into his full body mirror, marvelling at how resistant his body seemed to puberty. Let's start with the height. To be frank, he was a midget, by his  standards at least. He hadn't grown since last year and it was a little bit more than slightly embarrassing. He was 5 foot 5 at 15, and Kaachan would never let him hear the end of it, exaggerating their height differences every other day . The man's a giant, like who the fuck stands to be 5 foot 10 at 15??? What has Mitsuki been feeding him? Other people???

Izuku's been training daily since he turned 7, Bakugou in tow , and to say hes not strong would be an understatement. Not only was he abundant in the physical strength and battle iq departments, but he's been trained so thoroughly in martial arts that he could defeat the Whole dojo at once. But would he?

No

Why?

Simple. Too much work.

But oh, after those heavy, hard, sweaty years of training, did he develop abs and muscles like those cheesy American shows say they do? Not one bit. He stayed lean, whilst he did have muscle on his body, it was lithe. Effective, but lithe

What a scam, man.

Did he say stunted growth? Maybe he would be able to enjoy his blessings if they weren't dressed up as curses. Oh, and don't get him started on the hair. As much as he adored his Blasian genetics, he couldn't say he love snapping every comb that had the unfortunate chance of attempting to detangle his mess of hair. He had long green curls tracing all the way down to the end of his back. He never wants to cut his hair, and never will.

Finally, he pulled on his blazer and tied his hair up into a quick man bun, letting his curls hand lose at the front. He stuffed his pocket and stepped outside to see Kaachan leaning on the door frame, his phone in hand. He raised his head at the noise, his face softening . He rolled his eyes and smirked, "Took you long enough"  yet his words harboured no bite.

they both sat at the table , eating Kaachan' s cooking in comfortable silence as the clock hit 6:30. They would need to leave soon...

He tried to slip outside, hoping Kaachan would forget ,but alas, he tugged Izukus arm and slipped his hand into his friends blazer side pocket, eliciting a glare out of the younger.

"forgetting something, nerd?" He says, shaking the pills right in Izukus face.
He stuck his tongue out at him, before flopping down back onto the couch.

"I don't wannaaaaaaaa" Izuku groaned. They tasted like metal piss. Anemia kicks ass man.

"Deku, what are you, a fucking baby?? " Kaachan yelled, before launching himself at me. We wrestled to the floor, smiles hidden beside half assed grins as we continued our spar from the night before. Izuku swiped under Bakugou's legs as he sent a weighted jab towards his chest. He shielded his stomach with his arm, only for Kaachan get up, a competitive smirk on his face. Oh it's about to go down.

To say that their teacher was unimpressed when they showed up 20 minutes late, both with rumpled hair, shallow scratches and dopey grins on their faces would be an understatement. 

They definitely didn't get payed enough for this.