Close to 100 years ago, the new world would begin, one with powers beyond imagination. What scientists all around the world called them were quirks. These quirks would come in many forms, whether you could control fire, water, minds, had the ability to run at incredible speeds, fly. They were all incredible powers bestowed upon humanity. Some called it fate while others believed it to be the work of God.
At around 4 years old, people are supposed to show symptoms of a quirk, or at least that's what my mother told me. She said her parents got their quirks at around five, so maybe even the quirks didn't know when they wanted to show up. My grandfather on my mother's side had fought in the American Civil war on the Union's side. He wrote to Mother once that he had seen a lot more than gunshot wounds. Burn marks and dismemberment were very common within the battlefield, and he would watch some men be dismembered from the inside out. To quote him, war never changed, until now.
My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm a 17 year old Japanese-American, currently residing in the state of New York with my mother and father. I've lived here all my life as an only child and know only a few Japanese words. My father, Hisashi, had a variation of his father's quirk, allowing him to breathe fire. My mother, Inko, had a very weak telekinesis ability, allowing her to pull small objects to her. My quirk? Well, I actually don't have one. I am apart of the estimated 5% of the world that is "quirkless." It's a tough life being hassled by people with weak quirks, but I've learned to deal with kids like those.
All my life I have been working out and training my body to withstand everything. I never really did get physically hurt, but when I was, it was always done by one person. Katsuki, or Kacchan as I call him, Bakugou was a very loud and a jerk in every right. Yet somehow, we were best friends, albeit slightly one-sided. His quirk was a mix of his parent's quirks, but the quirk fit his personality extremely well. He was able to secrete a nitroglycerin like substance from his body and create explosions with it. His quick to anger and temperamental mind was the perfect embodiment of 'Explosions,' the name he gave his quirk. Like me, he is a Japanese-American and he carried some of the language over to New York when he moved here. He had this name for me ever since we were four years old. He would always call me 'Deku' which translates to 'useless,' and he used it as a way to undermine me and my quirkless body. Over the years, the name became less of an insult, and more of a way for him to address me.
Even after years of constant name calling and explosive palms to my face or body, he respected that I could defend myself despite being quirkless. We even had similar job choices when we arrived in America. The entire world could not deny the power of the U.S.A and Katsuki and I wanted to be apart of that power. At around the age of five or six, we both agreed to join the Army when we came of age. Now, being 17, we could finally pursue our dreams of being in one of the top military powers of the world.
What we didn't see in the outside world, would soon be our nightmare.
Yes, I'm gonna be jerking off the U.S.A, because I'm a freedom loving American. No but in all honesty, America was a rising nation at that time and to see power like theirs while they were still developing is pretty good. I rated this M because WWI is brutal and I didn't want to risk anything. No OC's in this, but the nationalities of the 1-A students will be thrown around. I think I've figured out what they will be, but if you have any tips, leave a review. I might follow this story with one on WWII, if I ever complete a story. Thank you for reading to the end and as I always say, have a great day!
-Mirai