Author's Note: Since its spring break, I'll have a lot more time to write. The next chapter will be a small time skip to get closer to the main story. I appreciate everyone's patience, and don't worry, White Album is coming soon.

Once Ghiaccio turned six his current lackadaisical life was over.

He stared hard at the ground, hands tightly gripping the straps of his backpack as Masaru guided him down the neighborhood sidewalk. Seeing his son's apparent stress Masaru patted Ghiaccio on the yellow cap over his head. Ghiaccio glared up at him but the older man deflected it with a kind smile.

"School isn't so bad Takara," He began. " You'll be surrounded by people of your own age to play with! Think of all the friends you'll make!" Masaru beamed, clapping his hands in happiness, while tears developed in the corners of his eyes.

"My little boy is growing up so fast!" He whispered.

Oh please. Ghiaccio sneered, looking away from Masaru's sickening happiness. He'd rather die than be stuck in a room full of children for nearly the whole day.

Once they had arrived at the school grounds, and after a full minute of Masaru pulling Ghiaccio into a tight hug, Ghiaccio was let go. He along with a few other young students were marched into the building and escorted into their different homeroom classes.

Ghiaccio quickly surveyed his own homeroom when he was ushered in, and he already hated it. Chatting wildly in different groups were probably some of the loudest, most obnoxious children he had ever seen. The amount of energy wafting off of them nearly gave Ghiaccio a stroke just by standing there. Very quickly, he decided that he wanted none of this. So, Ghiaccio found himself a seat in the back corner of the class by the window, so he could sit in peace.

Not even a minute went by before his peace was disturbed. He could feel the curious eyes of someone on the right side of his head, but he didn't bother to look. He was eventually forced to once he heard the loud tap of shoes come up to the side of his desk.

A young six year old girl smiled at him with a wide toothy grin. She had short black pigtails and a huge gap between her front two teeth.

"Hi! My name is-"

"Leave me alone." Ghiaccio interjected, staring at the poor girl coldly.

"B-But-"

"I don't care." He deadpanned, shooing the girl away with his right hand. "Go away."

The pure shock and astonishment on that girl's face was magical. Ghiaccio held back a snicker as the poor girl's lips started to tremble and tears started flowing down her cheeks.

"You're mean!" She wailed, running back to wherever she came from. He shouldn't have felt good about this but, it was just too hilarious.

"Hey!" A young six year old boy marched over to where Ghiaccio sat, dragging the crying girl from earlier with him.

"You can't say those things to my sister! Who do you think you are?!" He got in Ghiaccio's face, who pointedly ignored him. Ghiaccio stared out the window, finding something interesting to look at outside.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?!"

Ghiaccio wanted to roll his eyes, but he held back. Instead he turned his attention back to the two girls, and frowned.

"Who are you?" He asked, making sure to sound as condescending as physically possible. The aftermath again, was absolutely magical.

Eventually six months into the school year, and Ghiaccio had made no friends in the entire school. He had set the standard for himself at the beginning of the year, effectively distancing himself from everyone, except the teachers.

It wasn't like he thought he was better than everyone there. Even if he did, as long as he got his work done and kept a good record with the teachers, he was content. And it wasn't a surprise that all the students saw him as the teacher's pet, even if he did not act as the conventional type.

The subject matter in the classes was so obnoxiously basic that Ghiaccio contemplated asking his parents to let him skip a few grades. Everyone knew Ghiaccio was smart, but no one knew by how much. He realized that revealing any more about his true intellect would probably be a stupid thing to do. But it was tempting, the cheesy songs and the screaming wild children was slowly starting to drive him insane.

So he bared it and the days passed soundly, until his classmates quirks had started to surface.

Every single one, even that pig tailed girl, got their quirks. All except for Ghiaccio.

This was probably karma from him acting like such a dick to all of the students, but that didn't mean Ghiaccio had to like it. Ghiaccio already felt the stares, finally there was something that his classmates could use against him.

So Ghiaccio pestered Masaru and Mitsuki, until they finally took him to the pediatrician to get everything sorted out.

Ghiaccio waited anxiously bin the medical room as the old doctor examined the many x-rays showed on a wide desktop. There was a long silence before Mitsuki spoke.

"So, can you tell us anything Doc?"

The doctor sighed and spun around to face the family. He took a sparing glance at a clipboard and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not finding anything here that would tell us if Takara is indeed quirk-less. To be honest Mrs. Bakugou, your son should have presented at the normal age. But this could also mean that young Takara is a late-bloomer."

Mitsuki and Masaru sighed with relief. " You heard that kid? You have nothing to worry about. Your quirk will come out eventually."

Eventually.

The doctor visit had been stuck on Ghiaccio's mind ever since they had left. Waiting was his least favorite thing to do, but if he had to wait for his quirk to develop then so be it.

"Late bloomer my ass." Ghiaccio grumbled. You'd think that will all of the villains running around parents would be extra careful about keeping track of their children, but Ghiaccio couldn't have been more wrong. There he was, alone at a small park, sulking on one of the swings on the swing set. Back in Italy you always had to be careful of where you went, people would use you regardless of what your age was. Here though, you were free to live your life. Maybe it was because of the sector Ghiaccio lived in but, it was a nice change of pace.

"Oi,Taka-pig!"

But even so, evil would still find a way to survive.

Ghiaccio sighed, turning to the call of his unfortunate nickname, only to get a face full of dirt. Ghiaccio sputtered and coughed, scrambling to get the dirt off of his face as a group of four waltzed up to him. They were apart of his homeroom class and had it out for him ever since day one. Up till this point the four boys hadn't done anything to attack him, until their quirks emerged. It appeared to Ghiaccio that the presence of their quirks gave them all a boost to go and confront him.

How cute.

Two hands pushed him hard off of the swing, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Ghiaccio coughed, feeling the embers of hot anger slowly fill his gut. He clenched his teeth as he looked up at his assailants, trying and failing, to keep his calm facade up.

What the fuck?! "What do you idiots want?"

The leader of the group, a brown haired kid with dots for pupils and wacky hair, glared at him. He grabbed a fistful of Ghiaccio's hair and pulled him up to his feet.

"You think you're so better than us," He sneered. "Acting all high and mighty like the half-breed you are." He jammed his finger hard into Ghiaccio's chest. "But you're all talk with no bite, your quirkless!" He roared, shoving Ghiaccio back onto the ground with two hands. Ghiaccio clenched his hands on the ground as he slowly sat up. They were just kids, stupid kids that didn't understand the consequences of their actions. But as the seconds ticked by, Ghiaccio started to care less and less. He had no problems hitting children, and him being just as small as they were only made this more fare. If it was a fight they wanted, Ghiaccio was more than happy to deliver.

"Are you done?" Ghiaccio asked.

"Shut the hell up!" One of the other kids goons shouted, kicking him hard on the side. Ghiaccio shrugged off the impact, rising to his feet as the group surrounded him, fists raised. It was clear that talking to them wouldn't work, in fact it would only make them angrier. A wide grin enveloped Ghiaccios's face as he felt the fire of adrenaline course through his veins. He was going to enjoy this.

"I might not have a quirk," Ghiaccio growled. " but I don't need one to kick all of your asses!"

Ghiaccio was a bit too optimistic as to the outcome of that fight, but even as he walked away with a body littered with bruises, the group of bullies didn't come out unscathed. Two of them shared a broken nose and a broken arm, while the leader lost his two front teeth.

Mitsuki was quick to ground him, but Ghiaccio didn't care.

He felt great.