Rain poured from the skies as a new mother held her newborn baby in her arms. Her cheeks were stained from tears from the pain she had just experienced, but those tears were also from joy. She held the baby close to her, her heart racing and beating so loud that it felt as if her heart was in her head. She could hear nothing and could see nothing other than the little person in her arms. She had barely known the child for more than a few minutes but was already willing to sacrifice anything for it. She couldn't hear the doctors and nurses asking her questions, it didn't matter. She looked up when she felt someone tap her shoulder and saw that it was her husband who had grabbed her attention. He was mouthing something, and she stared at his lips, trying to form the words in her head.

Frail...weak...small...emergency...

He pointed at the baby in her arms and her tears of joy were brought to an end and replaced with horror and fear as she realized what was happening. Everything came rushing in at once, her husbands voice, the doctors and nurses now pleading for her to listen to them. She could see them all now and how frantic they looked. Reluctantly, she let them take the child from her, leaving her feeling empty and alone despite all the others in the room with her. She laid her head back against the pillow and everything went black.

•

"Mommy! Daddy! Help!" The wails of the 4-year old child rang through the small two bedroom house, making her jolt awake and throw off the warm covers of her bed. She made her way to the only other bedroom in the house, her husband not two steps behind her. There was light coming from the room and the room inside was hotter from the rest of the household. She slammed the door open to find her child surrounded in flames, standing in front of her window. The fire's light glinted off of the tears from the small girl. The mother was panicking on the inside but showed nothing but courage for her daughter. She was thankful in that moment that her own quirk could easily solve what would have been a mothers worst nightmare had it been anyone else. She raised her arm, ready to make the fire dissipate, before she realized something was wrong. Though the fire raged throughout the entire room, nothing was actually burning. It was like it was just a coating, there was nothing lethal about it. She looked over to the man next to her who seemed to realize the same thing. He spoke before she did.

"Honey, I know this looks scary and I know what I'm about to ask you to do might seem crazy and illogical," He started, the girls eyes shifting between the two of them rapidly. "But hold out your hand and touch it. Relax and will it away." The girl did in fact look at him like he had gone completely insane.

"But you said fire was a bad thing! It's gonna hurt me!" Her voice was laced with reluctance and terror. The mother stepped forward, into the room and touched it herself. After it hadn't burned her she smiled, actually smiled.

"This is different honey. Look, it's not hurting me." She spoke softly and calmly, trying to get the girl to also relax. "But-" The girl shut her mouth before stating how dangerous it was again. Seeing how calm her mother looked and how she was being truthful about it not hurting her, she took a deep breathe, shut her eyes, and did as she was told. The light dimmed down until the room was black once again and the room slowly lost it's heat. She didn't open her eyes until one of her parents had hit the switch and again the room was lit up. Her parents were standing there in front of her, huge grins on their faces before her father picked her up excitedly.

"That was your quirk! You got your mothers quirk!" Her father couldn't seem to contain himself and even her mother looked proud of both herself and her daughter. The girl couldn't see what was so exciting about it until she understood what he was saying.

"Is that a good thing?" She asked, her brow raised in confusion. She didn't know what made a quirk good or bad, weak or powerful. Her parents laughed at this question.

"Of course it is sweetie. Just think, if you were able to make such a big flame without even trying now, imagine how far your quirk will extend when you can control it! It's a lovely quirk, and since it's also mine, I can teach you how to use it properly a lot faster."

After they talked to her about it for a little bit, she became tired once again as it was still early morning. They put the child back to bed before going back to their own room with a little more bounce in their walk. There was still the question of if there was more to her quirk than just fire manipulation, but they would find out with time.

Overcoming their happiness, was exhaustion and they were able to quickly fall asleep as the world around them again went black.

•

"She knows that there is a rule about using quirks during class time unless it is instructed for them to use it." The teacher was clearly annoyed as she spoke to the girls parents. "If it happens again then I will handle it myself."

"We understand. Thank you for letting us know. We'll handle it at home." Her mother sounded exhausted but not annoyed. She'd been called from work about her daughter having behavioral issues and that she was being sent home for it. She took her daughters hand and led her out of the school. She helped her into her seat in the white mustang before going to the drivers side and starting the engine. Without so much as looking at her daughter, she spoke to her.

"Stop crying and tell me what really happened. I know you're well behaved so I want to hear your side of the story." She was calm about the situation while the child was in tears next to her, sniffling every few seconds. She did not take offense to her mother telling her to stop crying.

"He made me mad again and just out of nowhere I feel this heat at my back! There was a loud bang and I turned around to see a chair that got hit and knocked away a few feet and then when I turned, the same thing happened to my desk and then all of a sudden I'm being yelled at to stop using my quirk! There were these big flaming wings on my back and this weird feathery tail! I didn't know I could do that!" She was hysterical as she explained what had happened. She thought she was in trouble and didn't understand why she was being told not to use her quirk. She hadn't done it on purpose, especially since she didn't know it could happen. Her mother was silent until the girl had calmed herself.

"So you did inherit your fathers quirk in a way. We'll figure it out, don't worry about it. So what did this boy do to make you so mad?" She wanted to be straight to the point while also keeping the child from worrying any more. She hated to see her cry, especially from a boy. This boy had been a major issue since her daughter had started school.

"He was bullying Midoriya again! And saying how he was better than all of us!" The girl was no longer crying, instead being enraged about the bully.

"I'm glad you seem to be worried about Midoriya, that's a great quality to have, to care for others. Let's talk more when we're home. Did anything good happen today?" Her daughters entire attitude changed at that, her anger turning to excitement and her eyes lighting up.

"I met this boy that I can't remember the name of. He's really shy but I got him to talk to me. He's really nice." The girl continued on, describing the boy and going into detail about him. He had black hair that fell in front of his face and apparently the brightest, most red eyes you'd ever see. He had teeth like a sharks and despite all of this was insecure about himself. Apparently, his class was only visiting their school for some sort of project with another class, but he lived very close by.

"I tried to get him to show me his quirk during recess but he doesn't like his quirk either apparently." She sounded disappointed at this but her mood was still perked up as she went on about the boy.

When they got home they did talk about the bully a little more and how she could deal with it a little better. When her father got home, they told him everything and he broke to tears when they told him of her wings, which she had gained from him. She had a culmination of their quirks so it would be interesting teaching her how to control the combined quirks. They spent the rest of the day working on her combined quirk.

•

Two years later the girl was suspended from school. Her parents were both furious at her and yet at the same time didn't want to punish her. She hadn't been crying when they picked her up but she was covered in bruises and had a faint trail of blood on her face where her nose had bled. They had seen the other kid as well and took notice at how he didn't look much better than her. This was the deciding point for them.

They headed to their daughters room, where she had locked herself away since they had gotten home, and knocked on it. A moment later it opened to reveal the bandaged girl.

"We're tired of you getting sent home all the time over some boy, and I think this fight today has made us decide on something we've been thinking about for a while." The girl looked at them, unsure of what her mother was talking about. They had decided to do something all because of her?

"It's because of a lot of things of course, not just this whole situation. Me and your father have decided it best for us to move." She was quiet, unsure of how her daughter would take the information. It wasn't something they ever brought up to her nor did they ever hint at it.

"Where?" Was all she could get out. Yes, she wouldn't have to deal with the bully any longer but it also meant she was leaving her best friend behind. That same shy boy she'd gotten to talk to her a couple of years ago.

"Vanuatu. It's right off the coast of Australia. I think you'll like it, but they speak French as well. Think you can learn?" Her parents smiled, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. They knew their daughter had already been trying to learn the language, wanting to have a second language in her belt for the future. The girl smiled, though not as big as they had hoped for.

"Yeah I can."

Saying goodbye was the hardest part and she couldn't help but cry as she hugged her friends for the last time. Their parents had exchanged numbers so the kids could remain in touch with each other before leaving and they had been grateful for it.

The plane ride seemed to last hours but the girl was wide awake when they finally arrived on one of the small islands of Vanuatu. Apparently, they were staying in Port Villa, the capital of the country. Their home was open and next to the shore so she could explore and be as free as she wanted. The population was small and the people were all very kind to them. They knew the same language as well, so it made it easier for the girl to learn French while at the same time knowing what they were saying.

She wasn't born here, but the girl was proud to be able to say she grew up in Vanuatu. In the years the lived there, she learned the history of it's people, became fluent in French, and learned to cook. However, when the time came to apply to academies, her eyes were set on one.

UA Academy.

Through rigorous training and pushing herself more and more every day mentally and physically, she prepared herself for it's two entrance exams. The written test and more importantly, the physical exam. Her parents were proud of her choice, and were more than happy to let her travel to the school, thousands of miles away, separated by land and ocean.

Now, Aiyama Kuzuki stood at the gates of the exam grounds, surrounded by others looking to get into UA as well. She thought of everything she'd done to get here and refused to give it up for anything.

They were given the signal to start and she sprinted forward with the crowd.