It was approximately 120 years ago that superpowers, now called "Quirks", first appeared. For many years, this anomaly halted human development. The interest in interstellar travel, as well as other forms of advancement, no longer captured the public's attention; focus was instead pulled toward this new phenomenon. Suddenly, the lines of what made someone a normal human began to fade. Protests and riots broke out across the globe and like decay the progression of civilization stopped. Citizens were divided between factions that believed in equality for this new form of "individuality" and those that were against it. World governments struggled to reform laws to accommodate quirks, but with the wide variety of these individualities, such a task proved to be near impossible.

Crime rates increased dramatically until a handful of courageous individuals stepped in to keep the peace. These individuals were criticized, but eventually accepted as they upheld an agreed upon moral code. These individuals were dubbed "heroes", and under strict government regulation, it eventually became a legal profession. With heroes using their quirks to protect the general public, it became an agreed upon regulation that citizens would not use their quirks in public, unless as a matter of self defense.

In this world, the appearance of quirks gave rise to many contradictions and unexplainable phenomenons. People began to wonder what their life would be like if they did possess a quirk, while others wondered how they would live without one. As time wore on, more citizens developed quirks until majority of the world's population were quirk users. Despite this, the question of "what if" still lingered in the back of many minds.

Life is a constant series of "what if"s. For every option that is given, for every choice that is made, and for every chance there is a probability of a given outcome. With each possibility of any set of outcomes, a new world is created to accommodate that likelihood. When a child is conceived, there is a fifty-fifty chance of that child being born a boy or a girl. Given the child is born a boy, there is a three percent chance he will be named after his father. Then, there is an eighty percent chance he will develop a quirk. Likewise, there is a twenty percent chance he will not develop a quirk.

There is a world that accommodates a different combination of each possibility; a different world for each outcome. It stands to reason that there is a world created from an opposite set of possibilities and outcomes. What if he was born a she? What if she did not develop a quirk?

Well, that isn't exactly how this story goes.


The ringing of a bell sounded throughout the school building, signalling the start of the last class period. All students chatted idly from their seats until they were interrupted by the stern voice of their teacher.

"Alright, settle down everyone!" The teacher cleared his throat as his gruff voice filled the space, hands supporting him against a podium. "So, as third year students it's time to start thinking seriously about your futures and what you want to do with your lives!"

The students seemed to lean forward eagerly, grins stretching onto the features of their faces. Their bodies itched with excitement as their quirks began to manifest. They hung on the words of their teacher; all except two: one who reclined boredly in the uncomfortable school seat and the other who scribbled notes in a worn notebook.

"I could hand out career aptitude tests, but why bother?" A proud grin found its way onto the teacher's aged face. "I know you all want to be heroes!"

The class collectively began to holler and shout gleefully. It was every child's dream to be a superhero, and in a world full of superpowers, that dream was not farfetched. Everyone released their quirks: rock fists, growing hair, fingers that could stretch, light that illuminated from skin, and more.

"Yes, yes you have some very impressive quirks." The professor cleared his throat, his stern expression returning. "But, no power usage allowed in school. Get ahold of yourselves!"

"Hey, teach." The rowdy class settled, eyes focusing on the student that reclined cooly in their seat, feet propped on the desk. "Don't lump me in with these bunch of losers. I'm the real deal, but these guys will be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted D-lister, heh!" A head of short, spiky blond hair lifted up, plump lips stretching into a confident grin while red eyes shone with superiority.

"You think you're better than us, Katsuki?!" The class booed.

"Oh, I know I am! Let's go, I'll take you all on!"

"Well," the teacher hummed thoughtfully, gazing at a sheet of notes. "You've got impressive test results. Maybe you will get into U.A. High."

With U.A. being the most prestigious hero academy, it was amazing to even think someone would attempt to apply. The students expressed their awe with a new wave of rambunctious chattering. Their noise easily drowned out the sound of a pen scratching against paper. A lone student remained silent, keeping to themselves as they scribbled down endless notes. The senseless noise of the class seemed like nothing more than a whisper compared to scattered thoughts that begged to be put on paper. That is, until that person was called from their stupor.

"Oh yeah, Midoriya, don't you want to go to U.A., too?"

The scribbling of the pen ceased at the sound of the owner's name. First name Izuku, Midoriya looked up, green eyes meeting the gaze of thirty some onlookers. The class was once again hushed as the students awkwardly gazed between Izuku and Katsuki.

Katsuki, who had at some point ended up on top of the desk, looked down to hone in on Izuku before jumping down, full chest bouncing slightly at the landing. Confidently, she marched over toward the writer's desk until she towered over her fellow student.

"You trying for U.A.?" Katsuki scoffed. "You really think they'll take you when they could have me?"

Brow furrowing while an uncomfortable frown pulled down freckled cheeks, Izuku's modestly developed chest heaved a sigh. "We've discussed this before, Kacchan," she drawled out the nickname of her childhood companion. "I'm not trying to compete with you." Izuku tried to return to her notes, but found herself unable to do so when her notebook was rudely snatched away.

"What the hell is this?" Katsuki flipped through the pages. "Hero Analysis for the Future. You still take these shitty notes? You're so pathetic… Even your ribbon is fashioned after All Might. You're such a damn nerd!"

It was true. Izuku's hair was long, thick, and unkempt. The mess of green curls that adorned her head was held back by a yellow ribbon tied into a bow that peaked from the top of her head. It was a look that was commonly associated with the world's number one hero, All Might, who was also the person she admired most. It was no secret that Izuku was a massive fangirl for any and all heroes. She spent majority of her time analyzing different heroes and writing down their strengths and weakness in her notebook. Earlier that day, on her way to school, she even stopped to analyze two newcomer heroes: Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady! She'd done this for many years and she was currently working on her thirteenth journal.

"Yeah, real funny. Just give it back!" Izuku reached for her notebook, only to have it moved out of her reach.

Katsuki's eyes narrowed dangerously as her hands began to smoke. Sparks danced on her palms before erupting, charring the notebook in hand. Izuku's eyes widened, jaw slacking in disbelief as she watched Katsuki carelessly toss her book out the window. The other students had fallen into a dead silence as they watched the scene before them. This was a situation none wanted to get in the middle of.

Izuku stood from her chair, the metal legs screeching against the tile floor. Her hands slammed against her desk and she grit her teeth, lips forming an upset frown while her brow furrowed in annoyance.

"What?" Katsuki's eyes lit up challengingly, hands clenching and unclenching as they began to smoke at her sides. "You wanna fight, Deku?"

The teacher finally cleared his throat, effectively grasping the attention of the two girls. "No fighting! I don't want another incident!"

The two girls stared at each other for long seconds before ultimately returning to their seats. Katsuki let out a single irritated grunt while Izuku muttered incoherently under her breath. This had become something of a routine within the class, but this was certainly one of the rare times one of them, namely Izuku, walked away without burns and bruises.

The class had settled into an awkward silence, a strange tension blanketing the space around them. It was broken only when the teacher began to speak again. "Anyway, I know you all want to go the hero track, but you should all begin submitting applications to your school of choice. There are many good hero training schools out there, so choose wisely!" His short interlude was interrupted by the sound of the final bell, announcing the end of the school day. "Class dismissed."

Before the words could completely leave the teacher's lips, Izuku was already out of her chair. Slinging her backpack over her shoulders haphazardly, Izuku bolted from the room. She was determined to find her beloved notebook, which was sure to be tattered. Behind her, she left a quake of curious onlookers.

"Sometimes, she's just too much!" Izuku mumbled under her breath as she exited the building. Her destination was a patch of bushes located near the window of her classroom. She shifted through the bushes, occasionally jabbing her fingers against sharp twigs and thorns. It was a tedious task, but it didn't take long. In the end, she found her notebook swimming in a fountain behind the bushes, being nibbled on by fish. "My dreams are fish food!" She laughed bitterly. "That's enough. Give it back…"

Gingerly lifting the soggy book from the water, effectively scaring the fish away, Izuku carefully examined its pages. They would rip and tear at the slightest touch, and although still legible the words were smeared and blurry. The freckled girl pursed her lips together, chest expanding and falling in a deep sigh.

Katsuki Bakugou, a fellow classmate Izuku has known since they were kids. She had always been rough and wild, but Katsuki's uncontrollable nature only seemed to get worse after the development of her quirk: Explosion. From her hands, she sweat nitroglycerine, which would then combust. It was a dangerous quirk for a dangerous personality. Still, Izuku often reminded herself not to take Katsuki's words or actions so much to heart; a task that sometimes proved to be very difficult.

Homeward bound, Izuku held her notebook protectively against her chest. "I'll just have to wait until I get home to write about that fight between a villain and some newcomer heroes from this morning. I hope I don't forget anything!" She was so lost in thought she almost didn't notice a head of unruly blond hair a bit ahead of her. It wasn't an unusual sight; they did live in the same neighborhood after all. She quickened her pace, slowly but surely catching up to the wild girl. "Kacchan!" Katsuki turned in response to being called, red eyes landing on the only person to address her by that name. "Wait for me!"

"Quit dragging your ass, Deku! Hurry the hell up!" Katsuki waited impatiently as a head of curly green hair bounced ever closer.

Izuku huffed in frustration. "Sorry, but I was busy fishing my notebook out of the school fountain!"

Katsuki scowled, pivoting on her heel, no longer waiting for the other girl. "Whatever, you damn nerd, let's go."

She sighed, watching her childhood companion from behind as they continued their trek from school to home. Despite their constant arguments, Izuku would like to think they were friends; even if she knew Katsuki would vehemently deny it.

Izuku decided to strike a conversation. "So, have you already submitted your application to U.A.?"

"What kind of dumb ass question is that?"

"Where do you think the others in our class are going to apply to?"

"Why the fuck should I care?" The conversation had barely started and Katsuki was already bored of it. "I don't give a damn what those rejects decide to do."

"Oh?" Izuku hummed, and Katsuki threw her a sideways glance. "What if they decided to apply for U.A.?"

"You must be mental!" The look on Katsuki's face was simply incredulous. "The school's already crappy, it would just be embarrassing if any one of them tried to apply! And you"-Katsuki gazed at Izuku from head to toe, observing her meager form. "With the way you are, you'll die in the exams!"

Izuku's nose wrinkled with displeasure, but she ultimately let it go. She should've saw that insult coming from a mile away. She brought it upon herself. "Let's change the subject." She grumbled. Katsuki didn't seem displeased by the idea, either. "How about we go to the arcade to get our minds off things?"

For a moment, Katsuki looked thoughtful. "Fine."

They altered their route. Between school and home it wasn't much of a detour to head toward Tatooin Shopping District, where all the best arcades were located. Upon entering the shopping district, they ventured into a near abandoned alleyway. The air alluded a shady and unconventional sensation, but the best arcade was located down the dark path. Seemingly even more unconventional was an abandoned soda machine that leaned against the soggy alley wall. It was an object that had resided there for awhile, and no one seemed to take the time to get rid of it. It wasn't something Izuku ever touched, but Katsuki had developed a habit of snatching free sodas from the rickety machine, kicking it until it released a carbonated beverage.

Katsuki grinned, licking her lips as she popped the can open, greedily gulping down the contents until there was nothing left. Izuku merely shook her head at the sight. With how long that tattered machine had been there, unplugged and abandoned, there was no way the beverages it produced were cold. She couldn't understand how Katsuki could find such a thing refreshing. She was about to dissuade Katsuki from partaking in another warmed beverage, but was stopped short when the sound of police sirens sounded near them.

"I wonder what's going on?" Izuku peaked out of the alleyway, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Probably some low-level thug getting cornered." Katsuki seemed uninterested, instead swiping another beverage from the abused soda machine and chugging it in one go. "The police get all the boring shit, since heroes take the spotlight. I'd never be caught dead in some crap job like that!"

Izuku merely hummed, only half listening. Instead, she stood on her toes and tried to scan the crowds for any signs of action.

"Hey!"

Izuku gasped when her knees suddenly buckled, gracelessly falling to the ground. She tossed a glare at the offender. "What was that for?!"

"Don't ignore me when I'm talking, Deku!" Upon seeing Izuku's attention diverted elsewhere, Katsuki had moved in to kick the back of the unsuspecting girl's knees.

"Whatever! Let's just hurry up and get to the arcade!" Getting back on her feet and straightening her uniform, Izuku muttered almost incoherently under her breath.

"Damn nerd." Katsuki clicked her tongue, exploding the now empty can in her hands before tossing it aside.

The pair began to make their way towards their destination until they were halted by the shadow of a looming figure. Izuku was the one who saw the fluid figure first, face turning deathly pale while her lips trembled. Villain-was the word on her lips that never escaped, her breath catching in her throat as a terrified gasp. Katsuki saw the danger second, eyes widening and a bold crease forming on her brow.

"Perfect!" It's voice was thick and laced with malice, it's eyes were big and painted red, and it's mouth was hinged wide open. "I like a skin suit with some fire!"

It all happened too fast to fully comprehend. Izuku was frozen, heart stopped in her chest and breath caught in her lungs. Time seemed to flow in slow motion. The mass of sludge lunged forward, encasing Katsuki in it's body. The automated response of vast explosions in self defense erupting from Katsuki, ensnared in sludge. The explosions were strong and out of control, an odd reaction between Katsuki's sweat and the villain's sewage body. Flames licked out in all directions and Izuku found her body being flung against the alley wall.

"K-Kacchan…" Her surroundings faded into a blur. All Izuku could comprehend was fire, screaming, and the villain's loud confident laugh as black surrounded her vision.

"You picked the wrong person to mess with!" Katsuki's voice screamed out as she fought against the sludge that encompassed her body. "I'm gonna send you back to whatever sewer you crawled out of!" Explosions erupted from the palms of her hands, catching flames to the buildings to her left and right. She fought frantically, muscles burning against the strain of the villain's grip on her. "Let me go!"

"Yes, yes, so much power!" The villain merely cheered. "If All Might hadn't shown up, I could've skipped town by now. But, with a quirk like yours, I can take him down with one punch!"

Katsuki shouted out, desperately trying to free herself but it was no use. She felt the villain forcing sludge in her throat; the taste on her tongue was nearly enough to force bile from her stomach. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried desperately to hold on to whatever oxygen she could; she couldn't breathe.

As Izuku slowly came to, she was first made aware of constricting wooden arms around her body and hot air whipping through her hair. Secondly, she took note of the sturdy body of Kamui Woods practically pressed against her. Under any other circumstance she would be ecstatic, over the moon, even! With her intense fascination for heroes and near obsessive tendency to take notes of them, it was practically a dream come true to be in his arms! However, her disconcerted mind could hardly process any of it. Vision swimming with confusion, she didn't even realize when he set her behind a nearby police barricade or when he jumped off to save more citizens.

Beyond a frantic crowd, rescue specialist Backdraft desperately hosed down flames. Narrowly dodging tendrils of flames, Kamui secured his extendable wooden appendages around citizens and pulled them to safety. Gigantification hero Mt. Lady forced to standby on the sidelines, the street much too narrow for her, as the disaster continued to unfold hopelessly. Even strength hero Death Arms violently being slung against a nearby wall. None of these things processed the way they should've. In her hazed state, Izuku found herself slowly trying to piece her frazzled brain back together. Everything around her played like a stop motion movie as she began to find her orientation. Her heart found refuge in her throat, and her lungs constricted painfully as if all the air was being forced out of them. Her reality seemed to warp as she took in the scene before her: raging explosions, a maniacal laugh, and a victim encaged in a body of sludge.


Breathing escalating almost to the point of hyperventilating, Midoriya's hands tightly clasped over his mouth, a vain attempt to calm his racing nerves. Sheer guilt clenched at the pit of his stomach as though he were the very cause of this catastrophe. A hero would come! If nothing else, he had to believe a hero would come! His eyes remained glued to the chaotic scene and all too soon his gaze caught that of a familiar pair of red eyes; they warped, like that of someone desperately trying to cling to life.

Heart thumping painfully in his throat, blood nearly freezing over despite the wild flames that surrounded him, he ran. An impulse reaction, an instinct that he had no control over. Tears gathered in his eyes as he desperately chased toward the sludge villain, but he couldn't stop! His legs moved on their own accord, on autopilot.

Frantically, his mind raced. He had no objective in mind, except only to reach his childhood companion. The chaos around him faded away, his ears catching nothing but the sound of his thundering heart and screeching thoughts. He needed a plan! He was racing toward his death, powerless and desperate, and he needed a plan! Images played like a movie in his head and suddenly he recalled the words in his beloved journal, the words he had practically etched into his memory. Page twenty-five: create an opening to restrain the opponent!

Reflexively, he threw his backpack over his shoulder, effectively managing to hit the villain directly in the eye. The victim, his childhood companion, coughed violently, the villain releasing his grasp on him only enough for him to breathe. Bakugou gasped, taking in large gulps of blessed oxygen.

"Kacchan!"

"What the hell? Why are you here?!"

"I don't know! My legs just started moving! I couldn't"-the tears that had gathered in Midoriya's terrified eyes began to spill out, cascading against his freckled cheeks. "I couldn't just stand there and watch you die!"

Sludge once again took hold of Bakugou's lips, depriving him of air once more. He thrashed and yelled, more so than before, and explosions continued to erupt from his palms. It was chaos still; the heroes were screaming, Bakugou was suffocating, and Midoriya was desperately trying to rip away the slimy cage.

Everything was happening so fast. Midoriya could do nothing but brace himself for death as the villain moved in for a killing blow when a strong grip took hold of him. He was forced to the side, tightly closed eyes peaking open in time to see a light of hope shine in the eyes of his savior. Before him was All Might, number one hero, muscles and all! He spoke with vigor, voice deep and warm and raging like his muscles, but Midoriya couldn't hear anything. It was a mighty shout and punch that smashed only the villain, yet still managed to knock the wind out of him, that ended it all. The punch of All Might, the world's number one hero, shot a strong current of wind into the sky. The villain was broken apart, the flames were snuffed out like a mere candle, and the two boys were rendered unconscious.

In this world, the appearance of quirks gave rise to many contradictions. For every option that is given, for every choice that is made, and for every possible chance a world is created to accommodate that likelihood. It was the punch of the Symbol of Peace that defied all reason. A punch so strong it changed the weather and unknowingly pierced through even the space that existed between worlds. Midday, at Tatooin Shopping District, an unexplainable phenomenon occurred. The once frantic crowd was silenced, the clouds moved, the rain came, and children fell from the sky.


A/N: Y'all, I am so hype for this story! Honestly, I'm partially using this story as a way to dive a bit more into Katsuki Bakugou's character. I want to dive more into his character for my other story To Get Her in Spring! Go check it out! *cough* SHAMELESS PROMOTION *cough*

Any how! This first chapter was probably a little confusing, but it will come together a lot more in the next chapter and those that follow!

Please, comments are welcome! I really want to know what you think! How's the story flow? Is it easy/hard to follow along? How are the character interactions/motivations? Let me know!

Stay tuned for the next one!