Double update! :D This takes place when they are 11.

Izuku adored quirks. How could he not when they were so amazing and diverge? His mom for example could pull object to her and so usually used her quirk to help her do the chores around the house, while Kacchan used his- would use his quirk to become an amazing hero!
Both were amazing in Izuku's opinion. Every quirk was great!

Exactly that was precisely the reason why Izuku believed it was stupid that people degraded others based on what quirks they had. Somebody who could grow flowers never seemed like much compared to somebody who could burn everything they touched, but only if you told them so.

"Don't cry," Izuku told the kindergartener. "That stupid boy is wrong. Your quirk is super cool."

The little boy with dark brown skin and colorful flowers between his light green hair tried his hardest to stop sobbing but ultimately failed as he couldn't shake off the feeling of a hot hand pulling at his flowers. Izuku and Katsuki had been on their way home from school when they had seen the little boy getting pushed around by some kids their age. The heroes the two eleven year olds were, they had stepped in. Katsuki had quickly chased after the bullies while Izuku had done his best to make sure the victim of the bullying was well.

The eleven year old had even put a colorful band aid on one of the scratches the younger had. It hadn't bled but Izuku knew that having a band aid automatically made one feel better. That was at least the impression he had gotten from all the times he had patched up Katsuki after the blonde had gotten into yet another fight or dangerous situation, like the claws of the neighbors' cats.

"You can grow flowers from your body, right?" Izuku asked, hoping talking about the child's quirk would calm him down.

"Myself and everything I touch," the boy hiccupped.

"Everything? Really? Like the ground? A wall? Me?" Izuku asked, his curiosity obviously shining through.

The boy nodded and took Izuku's right hand in his. Then he concentrated really hard and slowly a spring grew on Izuku's palm. His green eyes widened and he had a hard time standing still as he watched how a red flower started to bloom right on him.

"This feels so weird… But it's so cool!"

The kindergartener smiled slightly, blushed at all the praise he was getting.

"Do you really think so?" The child asked while wiping the tears off his cheeks.

"Of course!"

Izuku wouldn't lie to the other. He really did think it was a cool quirk. For one it looked really amazing. All the colorful and different flowers on top of the younger one's head were like a rainbow, reminded Izuku of the small garden he could see out of his room's window. Not to mention that there were a lot of jobs the kid would be able to do with his quirk. The first application everybody would think of first was of course gardener but why not think beyond the most obvious? Izuku knew you made tea out of some flowers and also medicine! Some flowers were also poisonous, like those foxgloves his mother had shown him once! Observing the flower grown on his hand, Izuku thought that maybe his hand felt a little number than before? Did the growth process take energy from him? It would be a useful ability for a hero to catch a villain. More and more questions rose within the eleven year old but before he could go off too far, he was interrupted by Katsuki poking him.

"Back with us again?" The blonde asked.

He hadn't even noticed that his friend had returned that deep he had been in thought.

"Uhm, yeah. Sorry, I spaced out-" Izuku stopped talking when he saw how the kid looked at him with his wide violet eyes.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked panicked. He had wanted to cheer the child up not make him even sadder!

"Do you really believe I could be a hero?" The child timidly asked.

Maybe the boy hadn't look sadder and shocked but rather hopeful and surprised, it came to Izuku.

"Yep," Katsuki answered for Izuku, his confident smile in place. "You could totally kick ass! Especially that idiot's! You are way more awesome! I mean, what kind of man gangs up on a squirt half his size?"

The boy seemed to actually light up, a sunflower sprouting right on top of his head. Without any reluctance the boy threw himself at the two.

"Thank you, Nii-chan!"

Thanks for reading!