"She's too young to become what we need her to be."

She wanted to be a dancer.
That's right. A dancer. In a world full of Quirks, heroes, and villains- all she wanted to do was dance. And even after her Quirk developed a few weeks after her fifth birthday, dancing was all she regularly practiced. Truthfully, at the young age, she was perfectly fine with not ever using her Quirk. After all, she was perfectly capable without it, and even if someone managed to snag her while she was twirling and flitting around like a fairy, they still had to go through her friends to run away.

Ah, her friends...

Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou. One a soft, gentle boy. The other, his polar opposite; aggressive and harsh. Nevertheless, they managed to ignore their differences when they were in the young girl's presence. After all, her gentle nature was, to put it lightly, contagious. And every time they fought one another, she would always cry. It was only when they worked together to make her smile again that she'd happily take their hands, make a silly joke, and convince them to dance with her. And they would, after a bit of pouting from the harsher of the two boys.

Thinking back on her past, now, the girl usually wept. She thought of those two boys, and how they had cared for her in their early years.
Those thoughts always brought the questions:
Where were they now?
Were they okay?
Did they even remember her?
...What did she miss, in the years she was gone?

Always, without fail, those thoughts brought a great deal of pain. Both physical...and mental.

"Stop thinking about them!" The voice would screech at her, lashing out with claws that couldn't have been human. "They are nothing- but you! You are less than nothing! The shit people accidentally step in, that's what you are! Garbage! Filth! You don't deserve them, even if they are nothing!" More lashings. Marring her temporarily. It was never permanent damage- she was far too scarred already, and they never wanted to cause more scars than there already were.

However it didn't stop them from shoving things into the first scar. Reopening the wound. Making her relive the night she experienced the most pain she had ever felt in her small, young life.

The girl just wanted to see them again.

[A/N]
This is a short as heckles introductory chapter...kind of a prologue, but not quite. It gets better from here!