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On the second day of school, I was lazy when it came to breakfast, so I took six toaster waffles and shocked then with lightning. They were a bit brown but still good. I wrapped them in a paper towel and ran out the door.

"Want one?" I asked Izuku offering him one of the four waffles I still had.

"Um, okay," he said taking one, "Not bad, need's syrup though."

"I can only do so much," I said, throwing out my hand a bit.

"Deku! Kaida!" a voice called to us. We turned to Uraraka who was running up to us.

"Hey," I said smiling, "Want a toaster waffle?"

"Oh, sure!" she said, "Need's syrup."

"So I've heard," I sighed. It wasn't long before we were joined by Iida who I convinced to take a waffle.

"It could use some-" he stared.

"Syrup! I know!" I cried. The three of them looked at me and we all burst out laughing. As we all got closer to the school Uraraka asked, "Hey, is it really okay if I want to call you Kaichan?"

"If you want, yeah," I said, "I don't really have a problem with it."

"Then why did you make me stop calling you that?" Izuku asked.

"I never did that!" I said.

"Yes, you did! When we went to the waterpark two summers ago!"

"I was joking! I was making a joke! Just like I called Midoriya for a year! That was a joke!"

"I thought you were mad at me when you did that!" he cried. We both groaned at one and other. I turned to Iida and Uraraka.

"See how dysfunctional we are?" I asked, "Okay," I said pushing some hair out of my face, "So just to reiterate, you guys are all, 100%, allowed to call me either Kadia or Kaichan. Good?"

"Good," Uraraka said, nodding.

The hero's courses in U.A. had us take regular classes in the morning and hero stuff in the afternoon right after lunch. My mom's class was right before lunch.

She stood in front of the class and waited patiently for us all to be quiet. Once we were, she clears her voice and began talking.

"Hello, I'm Dragana, or Mrs. Dragana as you are to call me. I'm the culture and ethics teacher, a new class here at U.A." she said. Mom leaned back on her desk, "Are there any questions that you may have?"

I raised my hand, smiling a little. Mom rolled her eyes and smiled back, "Yes?" she asked.

"Do I have to call you Mrs. Dragana, or can I just stick to mom?" I asked, still smiling. Everyone but Izuku and Katsuki blinked, all doing a double take on what I had just said.

"You technically are supposed to call me Mrs., but when have you ever cared what I've said?" Mom smirked. She then turned to Izuku, "Midoriya," she said, knowing she shouldn't call him by his first name, "If you call me Mrs. Raitoningu, I'm not going to get mad." she assured him. Izuku nodded.

"Any other questions?" Mom asked. Half a dozen hands when up.

"All right, any questions that don't have to do with the exchanged that happened just now?"

All the hands went down.

"All right moving on, in this class we will be focusing on ethics. Right and wrong. What you find to be right and wrong. Things that make you and will help you make decisions. And the culture part, well you'll see what that has to do later."

Mom began to walk slowly back and forth across the front of the room.

"Now in this class, the will be lots of talks and lots of debates, which I expect full participation from everyone in. At least three words a class. Also, you'll all be happy to know there will be little to no take homework so that's a plus."

Mom's class looked like it was going to be kind of interesting. When the bell rang for lunch I turned to everyone.

"Yes, she is my mother," I said, answering the question on all of their minds. As I walked to lunch with the group of friends I had made, Iida said, "I have to say, you do look a great deal like your mother."

"Yeah," Uraraka said, "It's almost kinda scary."

I nodded, "Yeah, I know. Besides the scar and the eye color, we're basically the same." I said, "Well her face is sharper?" I said, not sure if that was the right word. I shook my head and we went on to lunch.

The food in the calf was pretty freaking amazing. The hero Lunch Rush stopped me our table, and Izuku looked ready to faint. While we ate Uraraka asked me about my family.

"So your mom's Dragana, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, focusing on my food.

"What's that like?" she asked.

"Honestly?" I asked her, "Scary as hell and totally awesome."

"How so?" the brunette asked.

"Well," I sighed, "On the one hand your parent is the awesome, kick-ass hero. And on the other hand your in and out of the hospital because of injurers, and there are days where they just, feeling, lost I guess. There's sitting helplessly as you watch them on TV. And there are times when their mild PTSD kicks in, mainly in my case at night. Overall my parents love what they do and I admire them for it, but at the same time," I sighed, "It can be really scary."

"Oh wow," Uraraka muttered, "Wait parents?" I sighed.

"My dad's Lightning Strike," I said.

"Interesting," Iida said, "You have both of your parents as a pro then."

"Yep," I said, "All three of my brothers are too. I've got a lot to match up with."

"So is your family like rich?" Uraraka asked.

"Ah, I don't know if I'd say rich," I said, before taking a drink of water.

"I would," Izuku said.

"Shut up Zuku," I said before sticking my tongue out at him.

"Real mature," he said. I then reached across the table and took a big piece of his lunch.

"Hey!" he cried.

"That's what you get," I said, my mouth full.

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After lunch everyone's practically jumping up and down in their seat, waiting in anticipation. Even though All Might had been Izuku's trainer for almost a year now, and his contact was in my phone, and I had seen him cough out enough blood to serve a pack of vampires, it was still kinda cool to have him as our teacher. While the clock ticks, I quietly tapped out the lyrics to 'I write sin not tragedies' by Panic! At the Disco in morse code.

Then the door swung open and booming voice called "I, am here! Coming through the door like a hero!" and the, the man, the legend was in the doorway.

I bite my tongue and did my best to stifle a laugh. Everyone else was in total awe. One kid commented, (I still hadn't really learned anyone's named yet,) that he was wearing his silver age costume. I smiled and leaned back in my seat, crossed my arms over my chest, and waited for class to truly begin.

"Welcome! To the most important class at U.A. high," the older man said, in a loud voice, "Think of it as heroes 101. Here you will learn the basic of being a pro. And what it means to fight in the name of good." he said, "Let's get into it! Today's lesson," he held up a card that said 'Battle' and then he said something else I didn't quite get.

I felt a sense of confidence in me, but I also knew there was a wave of worry in Izuku, and a surge of overconfidence in Katsuki.

"Fight train!" Katsuki said I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Real combat?" Izuku said in front of me. This was going to be, something, at the very least.

"But," All Might said, "One of the keys of being a hero is, looking good!"

Now, I wasn't sure that was the main thing, but I didn't focus on that long due to the fact that the walls were moving.

"These were designed for you based on your Quirk reaction forms, and the request you sent in before school started," All Might told us.

Everyone went nuts. My breath caught in my throat, and I blinked in disbelief. This was, undeniably the best day ever. Costumes.

"Get yourselves suited up and meet me at training ground beta," All Might said. We didn't have to be told twice.

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My dad became a hero because he wanted to do good in the world. As he reaches her second year of middle school, he got another reason. My dad's family, by no means, had anything come easily to them.

My grandparents' were people who deserved the world but got the worse luck. They both worked day and night to make sure my dad and aunt were well cared for. That they looked presentable, that they were fed, that the had a roof over their heads, and they had a good education. But no matter what they did, money was always tight.

So when my dad became a hero, with enough cash in his bank, he did what any person with his background would do, he took care of them. He helps them pay back their debts. He made it so my grandma could go back to college, and get her Ph.D. He made it so, after working for almost his whole life, my grandfather could retire. And last but by no means the least, he and my aunt (who was an incredible lawyer at the time) bought them a large farmhouse in the United States, in the country not far from where my grandma grew up.

And in that house, there are a lot of rooms, for my grandma's many hobbies, but the one that was my favorite was the room she kept her collection of comic book heroes.

It was a love and interest she passed down to my dad and he passed down to me. The room was filled with selves of first edition comic books, action figures, and the walls were covered in posters.

Whenever we visit, I would beg my grandma to show me the room. As a little kid and even now, I found the room to something awe-inspiring.

But there was one poster in that room that truly meant something to me. I remember the first time I saw it. My grandma had been carrying me around the room and then I saw it. I gasped loudly and asked, "Grandma, who's that?" I pointed to the poster. Grandma turned around to see what I was talking about. She smiled.

"That's Wonder Woman," she said, holding me close to her. It was the 2017 version, the one with Gal Gadot. I watched the movie so many times after that I have it memorized word for word.

"She so pretty!" I cried.

"That she is."

"Is she from another planet like Superman?" I asked tilting my head.

"No," Grandma Lillian said shaking her head, "She's an Amazon, they're a group of female warriors."

"When I'm big, I want to look like her!" I declared. Grandma laughed.

"I'm sure you will," she said.

My hero costume, I've had it planned out in my head for years. Everything had a meaning and reason. It was based on Wonder Woman but there were enough little details to make it my own. I picked blue, because it was my favorite color and because of my dad. The top of the armor and my knee-high boots were the same dark Blue as my dad' hero suit. The skirt was light blue and made from a similar nylon fabric. Each strip of fabric was pointed at the end and wasn't sewn to the others so I was given more movement. The top pressed down on my breast like a sports bra, and I had spandex underneath. On my chest plate, there are scales like a dragon, mementos to my mom and brothers. The severed as another form of protection. Each scale had a small silver dot, made to look like stars.

But my absolute favorite part was my armbands. Mom And Dad were able to pull some strings with the company who made out costumes. Hiriyur made them for me, out of Aunt Tia' metal. They went to my wrists to just below my elbows.

Once I had placed my war crown on my head I looked into one of the mirrors in the locker room. My breath caught in my troth and tears pricked in my eyes. Do ever have those moments and think: Wow, I look beautiful, I look powerful, I look strong, and at the same time you truly feel it. Well, that's what I felt.

I raised my arms up a bit to test out my bracelets. I simply thought of a blade and a foot long double-edged blade formed in seconds. The metal was still attached to my armbands. I looked at it carefully and made it disappear. I then held my hand out and then thought for only a moment before a full longsword formed, slipping into my hand. From the tip to the end of the hilt it stopped at my waist if I had it on the ground.

I held the sword in my hand for a moment and then with the other hand I formed a shield. The where both large and thick, but they were as light as most toy weapons. I slung them both on my back in where they stayed. I looked at myself again. I covered my mouth and a few tears threatened to fall.

This felt like the first time it really dawned on me, that I was on my way to being a hero. I was moving towards my dreams. I whipped my eyes quickly.

"Kaichan, are you okay?" Uraraka asked, walking up to me.

"Yeah," I said, nodding my head, "I'm fine. Your costume looks amazing," I told her.

"Thanks," she said smiling.

"Well we should get going," I said.

When we got out with everyone. I took a look at my classmates' costumes. I will admit, everyone looked kind of awesome. When I saw Iida's costume I mentally slapped myself. I should have recognized that surname, for goodness sake how did I forget that?

Then Izuku came out and I stifled a laugh. I remember how happy Izuku told me Aunt Inko had been when she gave it to him, and how much it meant to him. All in all, it wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it still did look a little bit, funny.

"Hey," I said walking up to him, "Looking good."

"Thanks," he said looking down a bit. I think he just was now realizing he looked a lot like All Might.

"You really do look like Wonder Woman," Izuku told me.

"I know, I feel awesome!"

"Deku, is that your costume?" Uraraka asked walking up to us.

"Yeah, my mom made it for me," he said rubbing his neck a little embarrassed.

"Really? asked a kid with blond hair and a strike of black asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I said, "And if you want to diss it, I can put you in a hospital bed."

"Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training," All Might called out from over us. Iida raised his hand.

"Sir, this is the fake city from out entrance exam, does that mean we'll be conducting urban battles again?"

"Not quite," All Might said, "I'm going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, strictly speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evil-doer take place indoors. Think about, backroom deals, home invasion, secret underground lares, truly intelligent villains stay hidden in the shadows.

"For this training exercise, you will be split into teams of good guys and bad guys. And fight two on two indoor battles."

"Isn't this a little advance?" one girl asked.

"The best training is what you get on the battlefield," All Might said, "But remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You're dealing with actual people now."

"Sir, will you be the one deciding who win?" some girl asked.

"How much can we hurt the other team?" asked Katsuki.

"Do we need to worry about the loser get expelled like earlier?" Uraraka asked.

"Will you be splitting us up based chance or comparative skill?" Iida asked.

"Isn't this cape Shic?" some boy asked.

"I wasn't done talking," All Might groaned. He went on, "Listen up!" he said opening a script, " the villain has hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hid out. The heroes must try and foil their plans. To do that the good guys either have to catch the evildoers, or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guy succeeds if they protect their payload or capture the heroes."

So it was like a video game, I thought to myself. Or a game of cop and robbers.

"Time is limited and we'll choose teams by drawing lots," All Might said.

"Isn't there a better way?" Iida asked.

"Think about it," Izuku said, "Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here."

Yep, I thought and it's also one of the biggest things my parents talk about when it came to work.

"Yes, I see," Iida said, "life is a random series of events." he bowed and said, "Excuse my rudeness."

And then the drawing began. Izuku and Uraraka where together, Iida was with the blonde demon himself, and I was with some girl named Yaoyorozu, who name sounded familiar, but I'd figure out who she was later. I smiled This could be alright. But my feeling of hope was crushed to a bloody pulp when I saw the first two teams had Izuku vs Katsuki. My heart stopped.

I tried to calm myself. Izuku and Uraraka, with him, and All Might wasn't going to let Katsuki kill anybody. But the thing is I'm good at lying to people, not myself. Katsuki was a son of a bitch, but he was smart, powerful, and knew how to fight. As much as I hated to say it he was good at what he did, he was amazing.

Before we split up, I walked up to Izuku.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said back.

"You'll be fine," I said sounding like I was trying to convince myself more than him.

"Yeah," he muttered.

"Hey 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."

"Good job," I said. I placed my arm on his shoulder, "Hey," I said, "You got this. Your smart, and you've been watching Katsuki for years. You know what he'll do. Remember what my dad told you, in your way. Besides you have something he doesn't. A girl who can make shit float."

"Thank you for that wonderful boots of confidences," Izuku said, rolling his eyes a bit.

"You're welcome," I said resting my hand on his shoulder, "Now, I've been waiting a good many years to say this. Go. Kick. His. Ass," I said pointing Bakugou direction.

"I'll try," He muttered, smiling just a little for me.

And then I left him to plan.

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My eyes were glued to the screen once we got into the room. I will admit that I was a bit jumpy and may have been tapping my foot pretty hard before anything even started.

I watched as Izuku and Uraraka walked around the inside of the building. We couldn't hear them, I think only All Might could. It was like that scene in the horror movie when you knew the ax murder was going to pop out at any second.

Izuku had no control over his power, they would have to rely on Uraraka Quirk. There was a lot both Iida and Katsuki could do to stop them, but I have no doubt that the two made a plan together.

I watch the pair as they turned a corner. And then Katsuki jumped out, set off an explosion. Luckily Izuku was able to push Uraraka out of the way. I cringed just a little.

He's fine, I told myself, get a Goddamn grip.

Izuku got up, and half of his mask was burned off. Bakugou was saying something to him and Izuku was saying something back. I couldn't tell what. I should have learned to read lips.

"He's was lucky he was quick," I said out loud, as the rest of the classed watched. A lot of people looked shocked, and I could understand why, but over the years I've come to the idea as a hero, you should never be surprised.

"Sneak attack?" one kid in red said, that I swear I've seen before, " That's not manly."

"It's a viable strategy, he's playing the part," All Might said, "Acting like a true villain."

"Forget acting," I said, "Bakugou's always done whatever he could to win, and he's by no means does he have a problem run over Midoriya in the process."

"But his move didn't work," a girl who was pink said, "Midoriya dogged it."

"He going again," someone said.

I watch as Katsuki charged towards Izuku, but then something awesome happened. Izuku grabbed his arm and flipped him over with all the focus in his body.

"Yes!" I yelled out. Katsuki always starts off with a right hook, my jaw knows that. But Izuku was smart enough to study, and analyze it, the way my body did for me when I fought. Fighting for me could be done without think too much if I didn't need to. But Izuku could see it all out in his head.

I looked off to the other screen and saw that Iida was getting frustrated. I sigh and looked for Uraraka. Now would be a good time for her to sneak away. I merry looked up at All Might as he explained what tools the people in the simulator had.

I did yell out Plus Ultra with everyone, although not with as much passion as my peers. We looked back to the screen. Uraraka ran and Katsuki went at Izuku again. But Midoriya had the captured tape ready. It did take me long to see he was using Eraserhead tactics. That info he spent weeks pouring over and studying.

Bakugou tries for another big move and but Zuku dogged it.

"Little guy's really good," one of the boys said.

"He's holding his own and hasn't even used his Quirk yet," someone else said.

"Izuku good at analyzing and can be a quick thinker and he's watched Bakugo fight for years," I said, not taking my eyes off the screen, "He doesn't need his Quirk, he just needs to be smart. In fights like these, your mind can be a powerful weapon."

I put my focus back on the fight. Bakugou was different than normal, he switches it up. I can tell he's on edge. Izuku began running. It took a minute but Izuku lost him and when he did Bakugou yell something out.

"That guy has some real anger issues," one kid said, "Kinda scary."

"You have zero fucking clue," I growled crossing my arms.

I can see in Katsuki eyes that he's gone off on his own, and not really planning it out. The look on Izuku's face told me he was planning and he was feeling alright about it.

For years, Katsuki has claimed that we've been trying to compete against him. And now, it was true. There was a saying my grandfather told me once, work and train so hard, until one day, the person you admire most becomes your enemy. And that's what was happening.

The look on Katsuki face tells me he's out for blood, and I know, that there is no way in hell that Izuku can think all the way out of it. I felt sick.

For only a second I looked to the other screen and saw that Uraraka had found Iida. It took another ten second to realize that Iida was monlonging like the villains in movies do and for just a second I laughed. Apparently so did Uraraka which lead to her getting caught.

I looked at the clock the where running out of time. Izuku was dead set on catching Katsuki. And then the blond was right behind him. Fuck. They were taking again. Bakugou said something that seemed to set Izuku aback but I couldn't tell what. He had a hand on the pin of his arm gauntlet, and then it hit me. The gauntlets had to be storing all of Katsuki nitroglycerin sweat, saving it so all he had to do was pull the pin, then boom.

And that is exactly what happened.

I let out a small yelp as I watched the building shake. Then I saw the room we were in was shaking. Oh, God.

"This is nuts!" someone yelled

"Sir you have to stop him!" I yelled, at All Might as he tried to get Midoriya to respond, "Bakugou is purely acting on his emotions now, he's gone too far!"

Katsuki was stronger than Izuku, he always had been. He was more powerful than Izuku, he always had been. There was no good end to this fight.

I felt relief flood my body when I saw Izuku sit up, shakily. But the look on Bakugou face told me that the maniac was still there. I was scared again.

I slowly backed into the corner of the room. No one noticed. I was breathing too hard. I was on the verge of a panic attack. I knew it. It was going to be bad. When was the last time it was this bad? Probably two years ago. I tried to think of all the things I was told to do if my emotions were getting the better of me. My nails dug into my palms. I was bleeding. My legs were shaking hard. My vision was blurring. Tears of fear were coming from my eyes. But I didn't let them fall.

I leaned against the wall for support.

I looked up again and I saw Uraraka. I wasn't in too good of shape but I could tell that she was making herself float. Iida moves the weapon, quickly before Uraraka could get to it. Back with Izuku and Katsuki, it didn't look any better. I covered my mouth and took in deep breaths thru my nose.

"Sir, isn't this getting out of hand?" someone asked, "That Bakugou's acting crazy, he going to kill him."

"Not so," said All Might, I knew what he meant. Katsuki was smart enough to not go that far that they need to stop him, I knew that all along, but he can still do some awful shit, and that's why I was losing it like I was some scared little girl.

God damn it, why? Why did Katsuki have to be such a jerk? Why? Why? What did we do? What did Izuku do? What did I do? WHAT DID EITHER OF US DO TO DESERVE THIS!?

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(Bakugou POV)

Deku and Raitoningu. God, they annoyed the living hell out of him. Deku for being useless and weak and always in his way. And Raitoningu, she was just a pain in the ass. She always had been. Both of them were Quirkless losers that were nothing more than damn bugs to crush under his foot.

Fuck!

Deku he had known his whole life. Their mothers were friends so that was that. Deku could never do anything, Katsuki was always better, no matter what Deku did, Katsuki was better. He was better. He was better.

When fucking Deku introduced him to Raitoningu when they were four, she was dress in her brothers' hand-me-down, and she jerked her neck every few seconds to get her hair out of her face. When they were younger Raitoningu had long hair like now, but she was still mistaken for a boy half the time. Katsuki remembers seeing Raitoningu in a dress maybe twice as children. Other than that she was in jeans and overalls.

As a kid, she and Deku where like shadows of each other, and Deku was a shadow of him. Her damn older brothers would watch them, and all of their parents got along. Her annoying cousin who was another version of her would play with them too.

But Raitoningu wasn't like Deku at all. No, she was very different from Deku. Raitoningu could do things. Sometimes, and this bothered and angered him to no end, Raitoningu was better than him. More often than not they were neck in neck in things.

Katsuki tried for most of these early days to prove then he was better than the black hair girl, always challenging her to races and sometimes fights. She never wanted to, but she didn't want to.

Another thing that bothered him about Raitoningu was that she liked Deku. She always wanted to play with him, and spent time with him, even though he couldn't do anything! It was annoying. She'd always yell at him saying things to Deku. Things like:

"Stop be mean Kacchan!"

Or

"Why are you acting like a jerk Kacchan?"

But even though she was annoying as hell, Raitoningu was fun, at first. She wanted to play heroes, and she played rough and didn't cry when she fell down like all the other girls in their neighborhood did.

Then her cousin's Quirk manifest, and he was jealous. But then his Quirk manifested, and everything was back to normal. Raitoningu and Deku waited to get their Quirks. Deku being hopeful and saying that he wished he get a Quirk like Katsuki's. And Raitoningu, be calm and leave headed saying that her Quirk was going to be just like her father's.

And then they were Quirkless.

And Katsuki made sure everyone knew it.

Finally, he was forever better than Raitoningu. There was no if's, and's, or fucking, but's about it. He was better than her. He was the greatest there was.

Raitoningu fought with other kids, yelled at them when they called her or Deku weird. Hit them if they hit her or Deku. The teachers were shocked, that this well behaved little girl was being so angry and violent. Her godmother came to school one day, told her that she had to stop, her tone and face was hard like stone, and for the most part the little girl did calm down.

Then Katsuki fell in the crick, and fucking Deku had the nerve to try and help him. And there was Raitoningu, standing back. She had begged them not to go in, but no one listened to her anymore. She stood there, Katsuki watched her out of the corner of his eyes. She looked scared, she was frozen in fear from head to toe. She clutched her stupid Lightning Strike figure as hard as she could, frozen in fear. She looked worried. Why was she looking at them like that!?

As they got older, Raitoningu grew angrier. She got in trouble for things that weren't really her fault, like fighting back when someone pushed her. And Katsuki didn't care, she was a Quirkless nobody the world would be better off without.

Raitoningu fought him. As children after the creek incident, it was almost daily, that they came home to their parents covered in bruises, and cuts, and for Raitoningu, burn marks. If he was to pick a fight with Deku, Raitoningu would finish it. She tried, to get that stupid Deku to stand up for himself, but he never worked out in his favor.

In middle school at least once a week the two of them would beat each other bloody. They only got caught twice, and both times parents were called. Neither of these times went on their records, thank God, but both of their parents were furious, to say the least. Katsuki got an earful from his mother every time he picked fights with the stupid girl.

What the hell was wrong with her? Why did she always, try? She never stopped. She never just ducked her head and stood quietly. And Katsuki knew she never would.

And that's why he couldn't stand her.

And they would hate each other forever.

She and Deku where nothing but losers that didn't belong anywhere. Bugs for Katsuki to crush under his feet.

So why the hell was he still dealing with them?

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(Back to Kaida's POV)

I was five when I finally admitted to myself that not everyone was made the same. It was hard and bitter to swallow but I did. Have you ever had your life turn upside down? That's what happened went people found out I was Quirkless.

I was never good at making friends as a kid but went everyone found out I was Quirkless, I became someone who had the Quirkless-plague, and the few friends I had left me in the dust. The same thing happened to Izuku.

No one wanted to play with us, and we lost our childhood nicknames, Kaichan, and Izu-chan. I was so angry when I was little. I remember their whispers, and how they cut like knives.

"Did you hear about Kaida and Deku?"

"They don't have Quirks. My mom says it's called Quirkless."

"They're so weird!"

"I don't think they should be allowed to play with us."

"They're both freaks!"

I'd cover my and squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and try not to cry. I was a good child, but I couldn't stand to be made fun of for being Quirkless, it wasn't fair! The girls and my neighborhood could tease me as much as they wanted about my toys and clothes, I didn't care what they thought about that part of me.

And the way kids act about it made it look as though it was my fault I was this way. That I was to blame, and I was terrible for making them uncomfortable.

I don't remember a lot of the fight from when I was little, but one. It was the first one I ever had with Katsuki.

It was a few days after Katsuki had fallen into a stream. Things had been miserable since then. Izuku and I were playing in our own little corner of the playground.

When we were by ourselves, things weren't so bad. We had each other and we could play games that no one else could. He'd have his All Might action figure and I'd have either my Dragana or Lightning Strike one.

Today we were playing on our own until Katsuki and the other three who followed him came over. Izuku smiled and looked hope. I think he was hoping that Katsuki was going to stop ignoring us. I wasn't so hopeful.

"What do you want Kacchan?" I asked looking up from my game.

"What are you and Deku even doing?" he snarled.

"We're playing heroes," I said glaring at, "If you want to play, you can-"

"Why would anyone want to play with you and stupid Deku?" he asked.

"If you're just going to be nasty, then leave!" I yelled pointing at the other end by the other kids on the playground. Katsuki face darken, and he growled at me.

"Don't tell me what to do!" he yelled back at me.

"Kaichan, Kacchan, don't fight," Izuku pleased, we didn't listen to him.

"I said to leave," I yelled.

"And I said don't tell me what to do!" he yelled back, his palms smoking. Izuku tried again, and Katsuki hit him. After that, I don't know which one of us hit first, probably me, but before I knew it we're both on the ground hit and scratching each other.

Katsuki sets off small explosions and grabs at my hair. I punch and kick wherever I could reach. Izuku tried told pull us off of each other.

"Kaichan, Kacchan, stop it please!" he cried, he was crying. I wasn't long before he ran to get a teacher. They were horrified and pulled us apart. Blood gushed out of Katsuki's nose and there were bruises forming on my face and arms.

I had broken Katsuki nose. They had me and Katsuki see the nurse's office and she did what she could. Then the two of us and Izuku where waiting in the school office for our parents. Aunt Tia came and told me and Izuku home. She didn't say anything. The disappointed look on her face said enough and I hung my head. My parents, and Aunt Inko, and Katsuki's parents would be in later.

At home Aunt Tia, looked at my bruises again, and the black eye Izuku was getting. She sighed, I waited for her to yell at me, but she didn't.

Mom, Dad, and Aunt Inko came home and Dad took me to the training hall. I stood in front of him. Is arms were crossed, and he too looked disappointed. I bowed my head and looked at my feet, even they had bruised. Dad sighed and finally talked.

"Kaida Emiko Raitoningu, why did you fight with Katsuki?" he asked.

"He started it," I muttered, looking up at him.

"That's not what I asked."

"He was being mean."

"So you hit him?"

"I hit him 'cause he hit Izu-chan!"

"That's still not okay."

"Why not?!"

"Because you broke Katsuki's nose Kaida!" Dad yelled a bit. I looked down at my feet again. Dad sigh and bent down to put his hands on my shoulders.

"Kaida, I'm not saying what Katsuki did was right," Dad said, in a gentle tone, "But you can hit or fight with people just because they're mean or do something bad."

"But that's what you do," I said looking up at him.

"That's different," he said.

"Because people being mean at school is not a threat to society."

"It's a threat to my society," I argued. Dad looked at the ceiling and tried to think of a way to explain it.

"Okay, so, if I'm at the store and someone steps on my foot on purpose, I can't hit them because they're a civilian and it's wrong to do so anyway," he explained. I nodded. Dad held out his arms to me and went in them.

"No, I'm not saying you should not stand up for yourself or Izuku," Dad said, "But you can't fight anymore Sparky. You're going to give people the wrong idea of who you are."

"Okay," I muttered.

"And the next time you see Katsuki, I want you to say sorry."

"What?" I yelled, "But I'm not sorry, he hurt Izu-chan!"

"You don't have to apologize for helping Izuku, you just have to say sorry for breaking his nose."

"That's it?" I asked.

"That's it," Dad said. I was reluctant but agreed. Aunt Inko and Izuku stayed for dinner so did Aunt Tia. My brothers were all out with friends that night. After a while, Izuku and I fell asleep in my room. A few hours later I woke and I could hear people talking.

I got out of bed quietly and skunk past Dad's office where I knew he was working. I hide behind a tall vase and watched Mom, Aunt Inko and Aunt Tia all sit at the tabled. There was an untouched bottle of vodka there and Tia took a grab for it.

"Shouldn't you go home?" Mom asked her as watched Tia drink straight from the bottle, "Yuna will be wondering where you are."

"Yuna can wait Tatsuo," the gray-haired woman said. She put the bottle down for a minute and said, "Don't either of you feel bad for what happened."

"She broke his nose, Tia," Mom said, glaring at her friend.

"He was asking for it then."

"Tamami," my mother growled through grit teeth, "That doesn't matter, she can't be fighting with other kids, you know that."

"It's not going to stop here," Tia argued, "It's only going to get worse as she gets older."

"So what I let her become rage-filled wildcat?!" Mom asked throwing her hands in the air. Tia opened her mouth to say something but she was cut off by a sob. Both Mom and Aunt Tia turned to Aunt Inko. Her face was buried in her hands and she was crying harder by the second.

"Inko, are you all right?" Mom asked softly.

"I just don't know how any of this happened," she cried. Tia put and hand on her shoulder.

"The t-three of them used t-to get along so well. Kaida's s-such a well behaved little girl, and I've know Katsuki since he was an ultrasound," she sobbed, "I-I just don't want this, f-for any of them. I don't understand, what happened."

"I'll tell you what happened," Tia said, my mom, sending her a warning gaze, "Katsuki turned into an arrogant little brat and needs a swift kick in th-" she was cut off by a knock at the door. Mom got up to answer it, and I could see who it was.

"Hey," Mom said, to the person "Come in." Aunt Inko whipped her eyes and Tia reached for the bottle again. Who I saw was Mitsuki Bakugou, and she looked just as tired as my mom.

"Have a seat," Mom said.

"I won't be long," the blond woman.

"How's the kid's nose?" Aunt Tia asked.

"He'll be fine," Mitsuki responded, "Is Kaida fine then."

"A few cuts and some pretty ugly bruises, and there's a burn mark on her shoulder, but nothing that won't go away," Mom said. Mitsuki nodded.

"I'm so sorry again," Mom said.

"Don't," Tia said. Mom kicked her under the table.

"I'm sorry, too," Mitsuki said, "My brat's been more difficult than usual lately and I don't know why."

"Kids behaviors can change when they get their Quirks," Mom said, "It happened a bit with Ryoto."

"Still, he's been getting to a handful." It was then she noticed Aunt Inko tear-stained face and she asked, "Is Izuku alright?"

"He seemed a bit upset," she said, "But I think he's okay now."

"I heard he got a bruise on his cheek." Aunt Inko nodded. They were all quiet.

"Anyone else wants vodka?" Tia asked.

"Yes," both Mom and Mitsuki said at the same time. It took this time to sneak back into my room. There were a few tears coming from my eyes. I never wanted to upset anyone.

When I get back into my room Izuku wakes up.

"Kaichan?" he asked groggily, "What are you doing up?" I run to crawl back up on the bed. I held his face in my hands and squeezed his checks a bit.

"Izu-chan," I said, "Promise me if I get into a fight with Kacchan you won't tell unless they make you."

"I can't promise that," he said, his voice a little muffled from my hold.

"Izu-chan, you have to!" I cried, "It's the only way to make sure Mommy and Aunt Inko don't get sad because of me again."

"The only way?" he asked. I nodded.

"Mhh, I promise, can we go to bed now?"

Even in my little kid mind, I knew that I was never going to stop fighting with Katsuki, not really. So at my young and naive age, I thought as long as Mom and Dad didn't know, they could be upset about it.

But what I didn't know then was parents know everything no matter what. They notice when you're more roughed up than normal. They know when you asked you, brother, to give you stitches or help treat wounds. The can tell you've been fighting when you come home covered in dirt and dry tears, and you smell like nitroglycerin and smoke.

They know when you're getting your best friend an ice pack, it's not just because they trip down the stairs 'again'. They know your anger, and they try to talk, but they don't know what to do or say. Over the years you get better at hiding it, remember all of it is not wanting to upset them. You get better at lying and fighting. And a little by little you parents Merrill asked if you got into a fight and you say yes, and they try to tell you not to. And life goes on.

All this goes through my mind as I watch this fight

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All Might gains some common sense and tells Bakugou he's not allowed to use his gauntlets anymore. He goes into explaining why but I don't focus on that.

Katsuki face looked like it did ten years ago on the playground, furious and vengeful. He charged for Izuku, doing everything in his power to make sure he put Izuku in the ground.

Katsuki used a move that Izuku couldn't counter attack. I covered my mouth and tried as hard as I could to see how Izuku could maybe get out of this.

Get a hold of yourself, I screamed in my head, don't lose hope in him.

Bakugou was using moves that I've never seen before and I hold my breath as Izuku gets thrown around like a ragdoll.

"What was that move?" the kid asked again.

"He doesn't come off as a guy with a staged," a boy who costume was half covered in ice, "But he's clearly intelligent."

"What are you talking about?" the first boy asked.

"He changed his trajectory in mid-air, using a blast that doubles as a smoke screen. Very clever."

"An attack like that require an extreme amount of persistence," Yaoyorozu said, "He had to calculate the physics and demonstrate control over his Quirk."

"That's the scary thing about Bakugou," I almost whisper, from my corner of the room, "He looks like a guy who hits his way through things, but he plans just as much. He's smart, and know his Quirk and how to control it to the best of his abilities."

The screen shows me nothing good and I press myself into the corner more.

"Come on Izuku," I mutter to myself in a teary voice, "Don't let him do this." Katsuki grabs Izuku by the arm and slams him into the ground. Izuku can form a plan, he doesn't have the time. Your mind's a great weapon, but so are your fists, so for fuck's sake Izuku use them!

"This is hard to watch," one girl said, "All he has to do is put tape around him, not kill him!"

The rest of the talk banged around in my head, only making things worse. I can't think, I can't think. And I can't calm down. I know this is something Izuku needs to do on his own but damn it Bakugou will kill him if these keep going.

I love Izuku dearly, but he is not ready to take Katsuki on fully. All Might should end all of it right now and be done with it; have them try again another time. I know it wouldn't happen. He's doing so much of this for Izuku's sake.

Izuku starts to run away, and I feel relief come to me, but then I see he's planning again. Bakugou and Izuku both say something to each other one more time before they both run towards the other.

Unsure of what my emotion is, I yell "Come on Izuku, end this!"

Then it happened. For a minute I think they're going to kill each other, and I panic. All Might finally tell them to stop but Izuku says something. On the other screen, Uraraka grabs the cement column. Then Izuku jerks his arm upward, causing a powerful blow that breaks everything. Uraraka creates a diversion and can finally take the weapon from Iida. And it's done.

My eyes fall on Izuku and Katsuki one more time. They're talking again. I don't know what about. Izuku's arms are broken. And it's not long till he falls to the ground. And the look on Bakugou's face is one I've never seen before.

My knees buckle and I give in to fall out the ground in relief that it's over. My breath comes out in pants, and I feel nothing, I can't feel anything really. Someone from the other end of the room asks if I'm okay.

"I just watched my best friend and the person I hate most in the world, almost kill one and other," I said, looking over to my classmates, "Oddly enough, I've had worse days of school."

Tamami: Beautiful Jewle/ Quirk: Metaloid

Yuna: Black River/ Quirk: Black Water