"Yeah, you did it, Kacchan."

"That was amazing, Kacchan."

All the friends of the four-year-old blonde with ruby red eyes cheered him on. Kacchan or Katsuki Bakugou had just skipped a stone across the river. A cocky smile spread across his face. He stood up tall, resting his fists on his waist, standing on top of the rocky riverbank. "That was easy."

He turned back to the other three boys who had tagged along with him. Bakugou pointed at the messy green haired boy with freckles. "Alright, Deku, it's your turn now. Try to do that." The one called Deku who's real name was Izuku Midoriya stammered at the call to action. The smaller boy trembled.

Deku quickly made his way over to the side of the river. He picked up a small rock that he threw right into the river. He began to panic, his hair standing on end.

The other boys laughed. "You really are hopeless, Deku." The youngest of the group who had been nicknamed Deku by the group's leader Bakugou had always failed at whatever he tried.

Deku marched in place nervous. He looked over at the blonde boy. "Stop it, Kacchan."

"Boys, it's time to come in!" Bakugou's mother shouted from the street. The boys knew better than to keep her waiting so they all gathered up their things and headed over to the woman. Both Kacchan and Deku had thought these simple days would last forever; however in only a day both of their lives would change forever.

The next day, Izuku played with his All Might action figure in his living room. All Might was the most popular super hero show currently airing.

Izuku had All Might flying through the air when he tripped over his own feet. Izuku fell to the ground, dropping the action figure underneath the couch. The young boy screeched at the sight, reaching out to grab it only for it to be just out of his reach. Tears formed in his eyes as he desperately tried to get his favorite toy in the world back.

He shot up onto his feet, jumping around with anxiety. He turned his head toward the kitchen. "Mom, mom!"

"Hold on, Izuku. Lunch is almost ready," his mother called back.

There was no way for a four-year-old to wait that long. He needed All Might back now. He shoved his hands against the couch, trying to push it out of the way. Unfortunately the couch was far too heavy for his young body to move.

He clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes with extreme effort. Sweat poured down his face. His arms trembled. "Move come on, move it." He pushed even harder when a surge of red and green lightening rushed through his young body.

In a single moment the couch flew across the room. It smashed through the wall with half its body sticking up in the air. Izuku fell forward onto his face, letting out a huff. He lifted his head and smiled at the sight of his action figure. "All Might." The boy crawled over to the toy, picking it up.

"Izuku, what's going on?" Midoriya's mother rushed into the room to see what had happened. The sight of the broken wall and couch left her stunned.

Izuku jumped up with All Might. His face shinned in delight. "Mom, I'm strong like All Might." Izuku flexed both of his arms. A smirk spread across his face.

Meanwhile at Bakugou's house, sweat poured down Katsuki's body from the summer heat. He wiped his forehead, swinging his arm off to the side. A popping sound came off of his hand.

Katsuki gazed down at his hands in confusion. His hands had never done that before. More sweat fell into his palm that sparked. Why was his sweat doing that? People's hands didn't do that normally, right? Was something wrong with him? His hands continued to pop.

The normally cocky blond ran out of his room, rushing down the steps where his parents were watching a movie together. "Old lady, old man!" He ran directly in front of them, holding out his hands to them.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that, brat!" his mother yelled. Her eyes had gone white with rage. She balled up her fists ready to strike the child.

Pop, pop, pop! More tiny explosions came off of the boy's palms. "Something's wrong with my hands. What's going on?" He demanded an answer only to see a look of horror across his parent's faces.

"He's a monster," his mother spoke.

Katsuki dropped his hands down. He bit down on his teeth and balled up his fists. "What did you call me you old hag?" He wasn't a monster something was just wrong with his hands. Frustrated he started to head back to his room.

Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed the boy up from his waist and heaved him upward. "Hey, what are you doing?" Katsuki struggled in his mother's arms. His mother sprinted toward the door, opening it.

She threw the young boy out onto the walkway. "Don't ever come back, MONSTER!" Her voice had been so loud that the entire neighborhood had heard her. She slammed the door shut and locked it.

Katsuki laid on the ground from the throw. He pushed himself up on all fours. A gash of blood dripped from his forehead. Tears formed in his eyes as his body shook with rage.

He got back onto his feet, spinning back around to face the door. "I'M NOT A MONSTER! STUPID HAG!" He ran up to the door, banging on it. Popping sounds went off in his fists.

"LEAVE HERE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!" his mother shouted through the door.

"THE POLICE ARE GOING TO ARREST YOU! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!" Tears streamed down his face. He pounded for what seemed like an hour. Tried and frustrated Katsuki stomped away. On the street he was met with glares and fear.

Katsuki tried to go to his friends' houses to get them to call the police on his shitty parents only for his hands to pop that frighten their parents into slamming the door on him. Why was everyone being so mean to him? He didn't do anything wrong; it's not like- it's not like he was doing this on purpose.

Night fell sooner than Katsuki expected. He had nowhere to go except maybe Midoriya's. No, that kid was a big coward and so was his mother. They would pee themselves like everyone else. He instead made his way to the playground where he and his former friends always played.

The playground looked different at night. Everything was still there like the swing set, slide, sandbox, and forgotten toys by other kids, but seeing it at dark had been a weird sight for the child. He had been use to seeing it in the daylight. He was use to the sight and sounds of kids playing not this silent death.

His stomach grumbled then. He was so hungry? He hadn't eaten or drank since that morning and with nowhere to go and no food he might starve. He held his stomach. Tears formed in his eyes again at the thought.

He used his fist to wipe his tears away. No, he couldn't cry like this. All Might never cried. He always smiled and won no matter what happened. He would be just like that. He would win… and be a hero. But what exactly was a hero like in real life?

A cry came from the under the slide. Katsuki walked over to the sound where he found Deku. The boy was curled up in a ball, crying his eyes out. He held his All Might action figure to his chest.

What was this stupid nerd crying for? If anyone had the right to cry right then it was him. This idiot should just run on home into his mother's warm arms. Anger rushed through Katsuki's body like fire.

He picked up the other boy by his shirt, glaring down at him. "What are you crying for, Deku?"

"Kacchan?"

"Why are you here? Go home!"

More tears flowed down Deku's face. "I can't."

"Why? You forget the way or something?"

Deku shook his head.

"Then what!?" Katsuki shook Deku like a ragdoll. "Why don't you go home and cry to your mommy?"

"Because my mom kicked me out."

"What?" Katsuki stopped his assault on the younger boy. He blinked in surprise.

"Kacchan… my mom called me a monster. I'm just like All Might so why am I a monster? Deku gazed up at the older boy for understanding. Deku had always treated Katsuki as if he knew everything. Because he was the smarter of the two, he could already read Kanji and he was good at everything he tried. If anyone understood why this happened to him it had to be Katsuki. "Why Kacchan?"

Katsuki's eyes widen at those words however. His hands released the other boy who fell on his rear.

"Kacchan." Deku's voice trembled. A lump caught in his throat while his body trembled. "Kacchan, I'm not a monster. I-"

"Shut up!" Katsuki crouched down to the other boy's level. "So you and me are the same, huh?"

"Kacchan?" Deku stopped crying.

"So I guess we have to look out for each other now, Izuku."

Current Ages at the end of the chapter:

Katsuki: 4

Izuku: 4