I sighed, "Midoriya," I said closing my eyes, "I love you, I really, really do, but, you're killing me." I said looking down at him as he laid on the floor. In case you were wondering, I had just punched him in the nose. Hey, he said not to go easy on him.

"Kaida, go easy on him," Dad said, helping him up off the ground. Izuku held his nose and swayed on his feet a little bit. His training with All Might began two days ago. I had taken a look at the plan and for a ten-month time limit, things were going to be pushed.

Dad stood behind Izuku. He put both his hands on Izuku's shoulders and rested his chin on his head and said, "Listen, son, I know you want to get places, but you can't rush it. You'll wear yourself out that way. Nothing great was made overnight. And when it comes to fighting, if you can't do what they can don't try. You'll never win their way, so find how to crush them your way. That's how you win. Got it?" he asked in a fatherly tone. Izuku nodded his head and Dad messed up his hair.

"Kaida, I'm going to work with him on punches. By the time I'm done you better have all your push-ups and sit-ups in. Okay?" I nodded and moved over to the other side of the training hall. "Full stuff," Dad said, "I don't want to see you slacking."

"I know," I said. As Dad showed Izuku how to throw a punch correctly, I did my assigned work out. Dad had turned on his workout playlist on the loudspeaker that he called his, "Training to Kick-Ass 2.0" playlist. Izuku asked my dad to help with the workout things he did at home. Of course, my Dad agreed, but he asked Izuku how he was able to get such a meticulous plan. The green haired boy very unconvincingly said the internet, and although I know Dad didn't believe him he took the answer.

About two hours later, Izuku's sitting on the floor catching his breath, while Dad and I spar. I threw a punch at his chest and he grabbed my wrist. I wasn't thinking when I tried to hit him with my other hand. Having me by my wrist, he pulled me towards him then pushed me back out, causing me to fly across the training hall, and landing next to Izuku.

"Ow," I mutter. I sat up a bit to look at my dad, "That was a weak ass throw for you." I readjusted resting on my elbows. Dad nodded his head and said, "Yeah, well I haven't been practicing as much as I should be."

I smiled throwing my head back and Izuku handed me a water bottle. I drank about half of it in one take. I laid down on the ground, with my eyes closed breathing in and out carefully.

"Alright you guys, dinner's almost ready," I hear Mom's voice call. I opened my eyes to see her standing in the doorway of the training hall. Mom turned to Midoriya and said, "Your mom said you can spend the night, so both of you go shower and get ready for dinner."

"Yes, ma'am." Izuku and I say at the same time, getting up slowly from our spots on the floor.

I go to my bathroom and turn the temperature of the shower almost to scorching hot. I scrub all the sweat off my body and dry off. Because I'm lazy, I only put on clean underwear, a fuzzy pair of pajama pants, and an oversized All Might sweatshirt. I brush my hair and while it's still wet I put it into a braid.

At the table, I sat next to Izuku, who had also showered. Midoriya spent enough nights over at my house that he always had a change of clothes. Right now he wore a white t-shirt that said "T-Shirt" and black sweatpants.

"Okay," Mom said taking her seat at the table, "I doubled checked everything and it looks like this should be good for both your diets."

"Thank you Mrs. Raitoningu," Izuku said before we all began eating. Halfway through the meal, Mom said, "Your brothers are coming to town in a few days."

"Which brothers?" I asked not looking up from my meal.

"Tatsuya, and Ryoto," she said, in a light tone, "They're bringing Tama and Akane with them." Tatsuya was my oldest brother, and he was 26. He had the same black hair as me but the ends were violet, and it was messy and came out in wisps across his forehead. His Quirk let him grow wings and a tail and breathe fire, but he didn't turn into a dragon fully. He got himself settled as a hero right after U.A., he was called Drakon. Tama, Tatsuya's wife, could move earth with her mind. She worked as a geologist, not wanting to live a life as a hero. She had dark brown hair that went to her shoulders and deep golden eyes.

Ryoto, my third oldest had a similar Quirk to Tatsuya, but could do full body transformation and could turn into other reptiles. Ryoto had just turned 23. His hair was the same as Tatsuya's but he wore it up to make it look spiky. He was known as the Scaled Beast, which I thought was lame, but others found to be cool. Akane, his wife, was able to make red beams of light and she could use them to melt things like lava. She was a sidekick to some hero I couldn't remember the name of. Akane's name was Scarlet Light. She had bright red hair and gray eyes.

All the three of them made honest and fair livings and were amazing heroes.

"Cool," I said. Mom turned to Midoriya, "I'm sure they be happy to see you too, Izuku." Midoriya smiled and said, "Yeah it's been a while, I've missed them."

"I haven't," Dad said cheerfully, in a joking manner. Mom shot Dad a glare that clearly showed that she was not amused.

"Masato, that's not funny," she said.

"Yes it is Tatsuo," Dad said still not looking up. Izuku and I laughed and dinner cared on. When dinner was done we all helped with the dishes. After that, Izuku and I retreated to my room to work on homework. We quizzed each other for a few hours, making sure we knew everything forwards and backward. The night carried on and at around ten Izuku had long been asleep on my bed with his feet next to my head. I slept for a few hours. But around two am I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.

"Kaida are you awake?" I heard Izuku ask. I sighed, "Yeah," I said, "Can't go back to sleep either?" I asked.

"No, I can't," he said sitting up and moved to lay next to me. We were quiet for a few minutes. Then out of the darkness, my phone buzzed. Izuku jumped at the sudden noise. I reached over to my nightstand and looked at the caller ID and smiled. I pressed the speaker button and Izuku and I sat up in bed.

"Hey Nat," I said, "What's up?" Natsumi Doragan was my cousin. Her dad was my mom's older brother and her mom was my dad's little cousin who he grew up with. Nat was our age and shared the same birthday with me and Izuku, July 15. When we were kids Nat and I were inseparable. We were like twins. But at age seven my uncle got a job in the states, so the greatest long-distance friendship was born! Nat also was really good friends with Izuku, I remember the first time they met in person. Nat had said, "He's shorter than I thought he was."

We had gone to the states a number of times to see her, and we brought Izuku with just about every time. Izuku often joins us on vacation or trips. His mom would sometime could with but she often insisted on staying home. I liked having Midoriya with us when we did things. One, because things are more fun with your best friend and two, I never liked the idea of leaving him alone for a long period of time. And I know that sound protective but I couldn't help it.

"Hey, I'm in Colorado right now. We have some downtime and I thought I'd call." Nat's voice rang.

"What time is it there?" Izuku asked lending over the phone. "Green Haired One! How are you?" Nat cried, calling Midoriya the nickname she gave him, many years ago. "Um, it's about 11:05 over here," she said, "Hey, doesn't that mean it like two in the morning over there?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said in a tired voice.

"Hey, if you knew that then why did you call?" Izuku asked rubbing his eyes.

"Because I had a feeling that you guys would be up," she said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Well you were right," I yawned.

"So what's the deal?" she asked.

"Midoriya and I have decided to sell our souls and try to get into U.A. We've got ten months," I muttered.

"Ahh!" Nat gasped, "Traitors! You're going to U.A. when you could have tried for the better school?"

"U.A. out ranks Xavier on every level Natsumi," Izuku said, "Don't pretend that it's not true."

"I can't hear you," she said in a childish manner. Nat went to Xavier High School, which was the second best hero school in the world. She started last year since school works differently in the states. Xavier had made some pretty awesome heroes, but nowhere near U.A.'s.

"Anyway," I said, "What are you doing in Colorado?" I asked.

"Ah, some kind of filed train stuff. Not too much fun. After this trip, we're going to Maine to do some rescue and survival things, so that will be cool." Nat explained.

"Have you and your classmate figured out what state the school's in yet?" Izuku asked laying down in bed still facing the phone.

"No, but we have a feeling that it's in America. Yeah." Nat deadpanned. The location of Xavier was unknown. Nat and her friends had been trying to figure out where the hell they were since their first day of school. It seemed to be a fruitless task.

We talk for about a half hour before we hear Nat be called to come on. "Okay, well, our down time just ended, so I got to go. I call you guys again soon. Kay?" she asked.

"Cool," I said. Izuku yawned.

"Oh," Nat said, "Do you want my friends to say goodbye to you guys too?" We laughed and I said sure.

"Okay, one sec," I heard Nat switch her phone to speaker and say, "Okay losers, say bye to my cousin, who's basically my twin, and her friend, who's basically my brother. Okay? One, two, three."

"Bye!" a sea of voice called to us. Izuku smiled and I hung up the phone after Nat and I swapped I love you. I put my phone back on my nightstand and plug it in. I lay down in bed. I asked, "What do we remember?"

"You're awesome."

"And?

"I am too."

"And?"

"You love me.

"Why?

"Because I'm your best friend and you're mine." I smiled and said "Night Midoriya."

"Good night Kaida," he muttered. Izuku had wrapped himself in a fuzzy gray blanket he got from the living room and I got under my comforter. It's not long before the warm darkness of sleep takes over me.

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"U.A. huh?" Tatsuya said passing me a plate of steamed veggies at dinner a few nights later. My brothers had come to town with their wives in tow a few hours beforehand. There was a long list of tight hugs and noogies for both me and Izuku.

"That an interesting decision," Ryoto muttered digging into his meal like a starved wolf.

"What do you mean by that?" Akane asked her husband, one of her red eyebrows raised. "U.A. the best school for them to get into if they want to be heroes. Why would they chose anything else?" Akane had always adored me and Izuku, since the moment she meet us. And when she found out that Ryoto used to tease us about being Quirkless, well, she kind gave my brother an ear full. Ever since then she has been quite defensive of me and my best friend.

"Don't be like that," my brother huffed to his bride, "All I'm saying is that U.A. is through school to get into," Ryoto said trying to justify himself to her.

"And in other news, the sky is blue, the worlds around, and you're a pain in the ass," Tatsuya remade scarcity, glaring at Ryoto.

"Well," Tama said passing Izuku some rice, "If they let you two in, I'm sure Kaida and Izuku can find a way to get in too."

"Hey!" both my brothers said at the same time. Dad looked at Mom with a sour face.

"I haven't missed this," he said pointing back and forth to my brothers. Mom smirked. Growing up Tetsuya and Ryoto fought a lot. This left me to want to spend more time with Hiriyur, my second oldest brother. Hiriyur had long black hair with a single streak of the dark violet color all my brothers had in their hair. He often pulled his hair back in a ponytail. Hiriyur also had thick black framed glasses. His Quirk lets him adapted to whatever he needed. Like if he was underwater, he'd grow gills and webbing would appear in between his fingers and toes. When I was younger I didn't get where Hiriyur got his Quirk form. Then I realized it was from our grandmother through our mother. If you remember or even care, my mom's dragon from changes with her environment. That is what grandma's Quirk was. Adaptation.

"Hey, you two, for real," Tatsuya said to me and Midoriya, after a long pause. "I'm all for you guys going to U.A. It's a good school, hell it's a great school. And I know how much you two want to be heroes. But I want you to know that a lot of the time even kids with the most powerful Quirk don't get in. It is a freaking miracle that everyone at this table, including Tama, got into U.A."

"Getting into General Education was hell," Tama said. Tatsuya went on talking. "I'm not saying give up, I'm just saying expect to be at a disadvantage and plan to prove yourselves."

I looked over to Izuku. We knew that everything Tatsuya said was true. We always knew that. It was every day of my life that I had to work hard and prove myself. Tatsuya didn't even know what I went through every day. Try as he might, he never knows what it was like to be Quirkless. But in any case, I and Izuku nodded our heads and dinner continued. Mom reached a hand out and stroked my hair. As if that would make things better.

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"You ready to feel the burn little sister?" Ryoto asked stretching out his arms. The next day Dad left the train to Tatsuya and Ryoto. Izuku looked pale when he found out that Ryoto was going to train us.

"Alright, let's get to work," Tatsuya said picking up the little remote the controlled the loudspeaker. I growling as I hear the first song. Izuku laughed as I yelled out, "Dad! Tatsuya's making me train while playing 'I'll Make a Man Out of You"!" The response I got was…

"Ten points to Gryffindor, for playing cedric acclaimed Disney music!" My shoulders went limp and my annoyed looked incurred as I yelled, "Ravenclaw forever!"

"Slytherin!" Mom called from her office. I heard Izuku mutter Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I closed my eyes and shook my head. "This house is too divided," I said. My brothers laughed and it began.

Ryoto worked with Midoriya on push-ups, and Tatsuya and I did weightlifting. As much as I didn't want to, I would say my brothers were good trainers. Maybe a bit more annoying that Dad but not horrible to endure.

"Alright let's do some sparring," Tatsuya said, resting his hands on his hips. I copied my older brothers form and Izuku stood next to me, chugging water like no tomorrow. The smell of sweat hung in the air, and the music from the loudspeaker flowed lightly.

"So we're doing two on two. Me and Ryoto against you two," he explained carefully, as Ryoto cracked his knuckles.

"Isn't a little unfair?" I asked raising an eyebrow and taking the water bottle from Midoriya. "If I'm right then you'll be using your Quirks." I continued before taking a drink.

"Yeah, we're using our Quirks," Ryoto said, "And that the point. You gotta know how to fight against people who have Quirks."

"How do we do that?" Izuku asked tilting his head to the side. Tatsuya walked to the other side of the training hall to a tall black wooden cabinet that we kept weapons in. He tossed Izuku a bo staff and one to me. We looked at the wooden weapons in our hands and the back to Tatsuya.

"With tools," my oldest brother said, "Use what's around you to help you. Watch your open carefully to see if you can find a weakness. If you get knocked to the ground, you're out."

I spun the staff in my hand and looked at my brothers. Tatsuya rolled his shoulders, scale formed on his neck and face. Ryoto grinned wickedly, showing off the fangs he retraced. "Let's do this," Ryoto said.

"Keep in the training hall! We just remodeled the walkway!" Mom yelled from her office.

"WE KNOW!" we all yelled in the direction of her space. Mom yelled at us about the remodeled, like twice an hour. It was getting old. I sighed and looked back at my brothers. Midoriya and I took a ready stance and waited. Then my brothers charged.

Ryoto went for Izuku and Tatsuya came for me. Tatsuya jumped up in the air and swung his tail at me. I blocked with the staff, but it broke in half. I picked up the two pieces and held them in my hands, the broken end pointing towards my brother.

To the other side of me, Izuku was knocked down by Ryoto, and my brother was pinning him down with his foot. I didn't have time to feel bad as Tatsuya came at me again. I swung the stick at him, but he manages to lean back far enough every time. My oldest brother then threw a punch at me, which I blocked and then I swung my other stick and hit him in the face. I then turned and elbowed him in the chest and blindly rammed the back of my foot into his shin.

Tatsuya was instead, so I faced him again. I grabbed the front of his shirt, and hooked my heel behind his and pushed him down. Before I could even worry about Ryoto, my legs were swept out from under me. I let out a yelp and fell to the ground.

"I am the victor. Bow before me bitches," Ryoto said crossing his arms and resting his foot on my stomach. I gave his foot a wack and sat up. I looked over to see Izuku grabbing his head.

"Alright that was a good start, let's try again," Tatsuya said hosting himself up on his feet. We did the two an two matchups about four more times. Twice I was able to get both my brothers down allowing us to win. Izuku was also almost able to get Tatsuya, but Ryoto hit him in the head before that could happen.

I tried to soak all of what my brothers were telling me like a sponge. I had always loved training with weapons. My favorite was sword and shield, and yes, I count a shield as a weapon. After the training was over Izuku went home and I and my brothers spent the rest of that night talking about heroes with our parents.

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Two weeks later on a Saturday morning, I woke up before dawn. The day before while training I bashed my wrist against the wall pretty hard, which left a dark bruise. Dad decided because I hadn't had a day off in a while, that we wouldn't train today to give me some rest. I laid in bed for a few minutes before grabbing my phone and a dark blue sweatshirt and headed out to the backyard.

My parents were very good heroes. The last time I checked Dad was ranked 34 on the national popularity charts and Mom was 31. They entered the field right out of U.A., both make semi-big appearances. Dad's big thing was looking at an old pieces evidence that led him to catch a notorious serial killer in one night that the police couldn't find in two years. Mom stopped a group of terrorists from killing a group of school students.

Despite their quick popularity and fame, my parents never wanted money or things like that. Really all they've ever seemed to have wanted was to help people and be happy. And when I and my brothers came around, they never wanted us to have too much. All they wanted was a place for us to scrape our knees and have fun. That's why our house was big but not as big as you would expect a house of two pro heroes to be.

Our house was where the apartment complexes ended and the larger house began. The front of the house was nice. A swing and wind chimes on the porch and Mom's prized flower garden in front of it. Our backyard, which was way bigger had all kind of fun things. We had an inground pool, which we use for training more than fun. There was our swing set, with a slide, and swings and monkey bar that you could climb around on. There was a large trampoline next to that, which had holes in the netting. One of the many tall trees in our yard had trie swing, and above that was the massive tree house my dad had built when Tatsuya born.

I took a set on one of the swings and gently pushed myself back and forth. The sun was just coming up and the sky was the kaleidoscope of colors that it was every sunrise. The air was cool and crisp, and the birds were just beginning to wake up and sing.

I held out my hand and looked at it. On the palms of both of my hands was four tiny crescent moon shaped scars. I got them from all the times I dug my nails into my hands. Sometimes when I'm really, really mad, I clench my fist so hard that they bleed. So I bleed, a lot.

I sat in silence for an hour and then my phone buzzed. I looked at the caller I.D. and saw the name 'Inko Midoriya' in white letters. I smiled and answered the phone.

"Hi, Mrs. Midoriya," I said in a cheery voice.

"Oh hello, dear," The woman who was basically my second mother said, "I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, I was up. What do you need?" I asked.

"Well, have to be somewhere today and my train leaves in an hour, but Izuku forgot his bag, and I don't know where he is." She explained.

"Oh, I know where he is. I can take it to him." I volunteered.

"Oh thank you," she said happily, "Do you still have your spare key?"

"Yeah, I got it still. I'll be there in a little bit." I said before she thanked me again and I hung up. I went back inside and put on some black sweatpants, a gray sports shirt, and slipping my sweatshirt back on again. I slowly and quietly crept into my parent's room. I looked in to see Mom and Dad curled up together. I slowly walked to my mom's side of the bed.

"Mom?" I whispered in a hushed voice.

"Mhhm?" she said still keeping her eye shut.

"I'm going out, alright?" I asked.

"Alright baby, take your card so you can eat something, or eat here now," she muttered. I nodded even though she couldn't see me, "Okay," I whispered, before kissing her temple. I went into the dark kitchen and grabbed an apple off the counter, and the credit card my parents gave me for my allowance money. I dig in the closet for a minute looking for, my skateboard, seeing as I hadn't ridden it in a while. My bird had white. Black, light yellow, and light blue zigzags that looked like lightning bolts on the bottom. I walked out on the porch with an apple in my mouth and my board under my arm, as I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail. Once I had my tennis shoes on, I began cruising down the street.

I rode to the beach where I knew Izuku was training with All Might, listening to old music on the way. The lyrics of Fight Song, by Rachel Platten was flowing through my head as I got closer.

When I reached the trash infested beach I saw two things. The first was my little cinnamon roll friend was about to have a Goddamn heart attack. The second was the great hero himself. All Might looked just like he did on TV. I looked at the man for a while thinking that, the Symbol of Peace didn't always look like that. It was hard to believe, but I remembered what Izuku had told me. The one question that never left my brain was who caused that to happen to someone as powerful as All Might? After a while, I called over to Izuku, "You have to pace yourself dammit. You need to remember to balance the workout."

Both of the two men jumped and turned to look at me. In a flash, All Might turn into a weak and skinny looking man. His clothes became baggy and overall, he looked like he got hit by a bus repeatedly. The blond man coughed out a good deal of blood. I jumped a little and cursed under my breath.

"Kaida!" Midoriya called in a panicked voice, "What are you doing here!?"

"You forgot your bag," I said, holding up his yellow backpack, "Your mom had to go and didn't know where to find you, so I came." I looked at the older man and nodded my head.

"Sup?"

"Who is she?" All Might asked glaring at Midoriya hard enough to make him wince in fear.

"My name is Kaida Raitoningu. I'm his best friend, and that person on the bus who looks like they may be a serial killer if they don't have coffee."

"I-I know you told me not to tell anyone about this, but-," Izuku tried.

"I made him tell me," I said. The blond man looked at me carefully. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and sighed.

"Look," I said putting the backpack down and placing my hands on my hips, "I am the only friend this twig of a human has for a friend. But he's not just my friend, he's my brother, " I stopped and turned to Midoriya, "Sorry if that sounds-"

"It fine. I see you as my sister too," he said. I looked back to All Might and said, "Anyway. What I'm trying to say, I'm the Javis to his Iron Man or the Bucky Barnes to his Captain America. Actually just go with the second one, the Winter Soldier is better," I stopped and shook my head. "The point is, I'm the most trusted person in the world when it comes to him. I'm not going tell anyone about One for All or the fact that you really look like a rip off version of yourself. For Midoriya, I'd commit murder, no questions asked. My parents taught me loyalty," I said crossing my arms, "I keep every promise I make to him."

The skinny man looked at me for a long time. I knew he was trying to figure out if I was truly trustworthy or not. Finally, after a while, he slowly turned to Midoriya.

"Do you really believe, she can be trusted with this secret? Do you believe that she will always be a loyal friend you? That she will never tell a soul about this power?" All Might asked Izuku.

The green haired boy looked at me when he said, "I do. I know that she will be loyal to me like I'm to her. Kaida's been with me through everything I've faced. When I become a hero, she's the person I want at my side, because I know she's the one who will help me the most and stop me from being, well, reckless. There is no one I trust more."

I smile, touched to know Midoriya trusted me as much as I trusted him. All Might looked back to me and crossed his arms. I copied his look and smirked. The Symbol of Peace sighed heavily.

"Alright, as long as I know that you won't tell I suppose it okay," he said.

I smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about me telling. I've got even fewer friends than him." I pointed to Izuku.

"I do have to say, you look a lot like the hero Dragana." he said looking at me up and down, "It's almost scary."

"Oh, that's because she's my mom! Lightning Strike is my dad too!" I chirped.

"That, makes too much sense."