I am so late again, sorry (blame tumblr). But! I have good news for you in return: In this chapter there is a big time-skip, hurray! I'd say around three chapters more and I will be able to jump into the events of manga/anime finally.

Also I tried to incorporate other cannon characters - will you find them all? Though I suppose one of them isn't really recognizable enough - he was supposed to be spotted fairly easily, but then the newest manga chapter happened and all of that part had to be thrown outside of the window... he will appear again in later chapters, though, so don't worry.

At any rate I don't like this chapter much as events feel very rushed - but that's the point, I guess. I am sure most of you are getting impatient to get to the more exciting parts of the manga/anime. Although... I am very much curious how you will react to what I have planned for Kou.

And last thing to add: Would be anyone interested to be my beta? Or just someone I could brainstorm my idea with? I am a little hesitant if I should proceed with what I have planned in my mind now...

Quote: "As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself." - Haruki Murakami

Both ours and Katsuki's birthdays passed without any hassle that year as well and soon it was time for August holidays, and of course that meant time for our annual visit of grandparent's house.

Once we arrived there, I was snatched away by grandma who then gave me several hours long lecture about how to and not to use my quirk.

I very soon learned that during those months I played with my quirk, I managed to do every 'not to do' thing she listed. I smartly decided against telling her. I wanted to live a little longer, you know? Everything worked for me in the end, so she didn't need to know about it, right? Right.

At any rate, having now valid excuse to ask grandpa what his quirk was, I soon 'cornered' and questioned him.

Turns out... I was totally on point with my theories about him being able to read minds. Wonderful. Before I could freak out at the possibility that he was reading my mind all along, he assured me that he never read my mind as there were several conditions he had to abide by when he wanted to know someone's thoughts.

One of them being that the one whose mind is being read has to be aware of that fact and give a mental 'go ahead'. If that didn't happen, the mind of the 'mind-read' individual could be severely damaged.

Um… what a 'friendly quirk'. I shuddered at the thought of someone invading my head and destroying it in the process. Very awful thought.

I wouldn't give him my permission any time soon (too personal for my taste. - that much I told him when I absorbed all information he provided to me about his quirk. He laughed and said he guessed as much and then told me that he was just glad that neither of us (me and my brother) had such a quirk. I promptly agreed.

While knowing thoughts of other people sounded cool in theory... it was just too creepy in practice. And honestly I wouldn't touch other people thoughts with a ten foot pole.

Anyway, so yeah, that was another mystery out of the way.

The month there after that was spent like always. Grandma tried to teach me how to 'behave like a lady' (and utterly failing), Izuku was taught whatever from grandpa and mom had some time to herself.

We did activities together too, of course. We walked around the town, went to visit some boring museum, went to swimming pool... normal holidays I'd say.

Though, I suppose there was something out of the norm that month. I gained a new companion... Miss Cat!

There is a glorious story behind our first meeting, of course...

...

I was standing in front of this big shop in the centre of the town. Grandma dragged all members of our family there, saying that our food supplies were thinning. I was just glad I managed to persuade her to let me wait outside. I disliked shopping very much. Sure, I was feeling a little bad that I let Izuku alone with adults, buuut shopping was a big no-no.

Anyway, I was just standing there, yeah? Doing nothing and just chilling... then I heard ugly laugh going from somewhere to my right. On that side was a park. I was bored, so I thought: 'Why not check that out?' and because I had nothing better to do, I did just that.

And I was very glad I decided to do that.

I stumbled upon the scene where three assholes were throwing pebbles at this little kitty that tried to crawl away, but couldn't because they threw rocks in her path. Excuse me if I saw red for a bit there.

I beat up those shits, not pulling any punches back. They were around twelve anyway, I was confident they would survive.

Then when I felt satisfied enough, standing proudly above three groaning bodies I made speech of a lifetime, making sure that my words soaked in by pelting them with pebbles.

I am totally conviced that I looked magnificent standing there with serene smile, rocks flying to me from all sides and spewing threats left and right... though I suppose they would disagree with me as from their point I probably looked like a escapee from the madhouse… pfft such small details.

Anyway, once I was done with those excuses of human beings, I walked towards the kitty, wanting to calm down the undoubtedly scared little animal.

Turns out that black fluffy thing had more fight in her than one would guess. I had scratches and bites everywhere.

As I sat there, nursing my wounds, the little fluff-ball licking her fur indifferently few centimeters in front of me... I decided there and then to bring her home with me. She was perfect!

And thus I took her in my arms (she instantly started to wiggle and scratch viciously around her, but I ignored that with cheerful smile) and started to walk away... only to be stopped when someone jumped in my path.

"That was so COOL!" the boy before me yelled, jumping up and down in excitement. I jerked back a little, the black kitten in my arms stopping her assault and instead landing her yellow eyes at the black-haired boy before us. I blinked in surprise and stayed silent, not exactly knowing what to say to him. However clearly I didn't have to say anything as the chatter-box in front of me had still a lot to say.

"I-I mean! You just flew towards them yelling '"I'll fucking kill you all" and then you started to fight them and only thing heard was 'bam', 'wham' and 'pow' and they were like totally helpless and screaming for mercy and – and then they asked who are you and you were like "I am your worst nightmare". And It- it was a little scary, honestly - but still awesome! And then they had no energy left and just waited for you to finish them. And you summoned rocks to you and ended everything with your final move... and... and... I couldn't avert my eyes; it was like something from a TV. I've never saw someone with such beautiful manly heart in real life! And aftet you walked towards the cat you so bravely saved, you-," he blabbered on and on and I just stood here, looking at him with wide eyes, totally speechless.

Just... what.

Pow? Summoning? Final move?... Manly heart? Excuse me, I am a woman!

Was this kid on drugs or something? As I continued to listen to his words, I decided that trying to find a sense in his words would take too much damn energy. Better to step away from him.

I coughed awkwardly to get his attention and the hyperactive red-eyed boy before me instantly clapped his mouth shut.

"Uh, okay, thanks. Cool. But you watch TV too much, kid." Were the only words I said, before I made hasty and totally tactical retreat. I was not running away from that crazy kid because I was freaked out. Nope, nada, no way, nein.

The little fluff ball for once cooperated with me and stayed still in my arms. Probably agreeing that creating distance was the safest option for us in that moment.

...

And that is the end of the story as fortunately the boy didn't follow me. I didn't saw him from the remainder of our stay in the town either, so everything was peachy after that.

I was allowed to keep Miss Cat. However I was told that I'll have full responsibility of her and her actions. I didn't mind because we had very strong bond with each other as proved by my scratched limbs – she was just too shy to display her love in other ways.

Our visit ended and so did our holidays, thus to kindergarten we went again! Ugh. Well, at least all kids now knew to not disturb me and let me draw in peace. There were really peculiar rumors going around about me – usually about my quirk and pointy objects. I dare say that my reputation was even worse than Katsuki's and that was saying something as that kid could be really… explosive when he wanted. Pfft... That was a good one. Hahaha. Ha…

Ehm.

Anyway before I noticed our six birthdays came and then few months later, our time in the kindergarten ended… I wasn't allowed to celebrate for long, though as another kind of nightmare was about start... Elementary school.

xXxXxXx

I tugged at my skirt, feeling uncomfortable in a scratchy, restricting material. I grumbled in frustration when nothing changed and I still felt as if I was clothed in a glorified sack.

I was supposed to wear this… this monstrosity for the next six years (of course over the years the clothes will be upgraded for bigger, but design will stay the same). Were they fucking serious?! How could someone get used to this?!

I glared at the boy walking next to me, Katsuki answering me with a glare of his own; his was more confused than angry, though. I groaned and looked ahead with my face contorted in misery.

If I could at least wear shorts then maybe, maybe, I wouldn't complain so much, but nooo... There was this shitty rule that girls had to wear skirts and boys shorts... fan-fucking-tastic.

I raised my head to glare at the disgustingly blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Why was the weather so nice when I was clearly suffering here? I wanted everyone to feel the doom I felt right now.

...

This was ridiculous. I was already feeling so lousy and it was only morning! Just thinking about what will happen later that day... ugh.

Today was our very first day as elementary-schoolers, thus our parents (Katsuki's and our mom) decided to meet up in the morning, so they could accompany us to the building together.

However, the thing was... after Izuku and me dressed, our mom started to cry and talk about her 'babies' growing up and she proceeded to crush life out of us. I managed to wiggle out and save at least myself when her hold came a little loose. I run for it and hid in the corner of our living room, looking regretfully at my brother, who wasn't so lucky to be able run away.

After few minutes she calmed down more or less... But then Katsuki came with his parent's and when she saw him dressed in his uniform, she started to bawl anew. Naturally, to not leave him out of this experience, she started to crush him too.

Of course, Masaru-san (father of the red eyed boy) didn't need to be spurred on and started to cry with her. After that it was just one big mess with two adults sobbing in the middle of our living room, my little brother fussing around them, trying to calm them down, Mitsuki-san (Katsuki's mother) laughing her ass off to the side and me and shorty hiding in the corner, looking completely traumatized.

...

They somewhat calmed down eventually and we 'set sails', talking a longer way around so that adults could compose themselves.

Of course, even during this walk I didn't have a peace I needed to psychically prepare myself to face my new classmates (I hoped I would be with Izuku and with some of the kids I knew from kindergarten... I wouldn't have to build my reputation from scratch that way). No, I received call from my grandparents – who wished us luck and congratulated(?) us, saying that starting elementary school was very important event in a child's life. I personally think that they should have congratulated me more for surviving thus far than this...

And I got a text from Chizome (he was too busy with training these days to properly call me), telling me to behave in school. Pssh, he wrote that like I was rude all day long... which I kind of was, true, but I treated like that usually only my peers – I knew that being rude to teachers would be a stupid idea.

I stopped abruptly, catching a sleeve of Katsuki's coat when some crazy kid on bicycle rode right pass us. I frowned murderously and small things (stones, leaves,...) on the ground started to slowly inch towards me as I was lost in my emotions.

If we walked a little bit faster there could have been a very painful collision. That guy didn't even properly look where he was going!

I followed him with my gaze as he continued on his way without stopping, going through the gates of the school building we were headed into and thus completely slipping from my sight.

See, this was why I hated kids. Most of them were arrogant little shits that could care less about their surroundings.

I huffed shaking my head to clear my mind; this day was just getting better and better.

Deciding that it would be safer to stay close to adults, now that we neared school grounds (too much people, too little space – easy to get lost), I started to move towards the other half of our group, Katsuki's sleeve still in my hand.

He didn't protest, though he did shake my hand off once he caught sight of some of the kids from our group in kindergarten. I suppose being lead around by a girl was considered very 'unmanly'. I snorted and sent him a smirk; he shoved into me roughly and made sure to go in front of me, as if to say he was the one who lead me.

I shook my head amusedly again. Boys.

We met up with others shortly (they weren't really that far, just few meters). Izuku greeted us with a wave from where he was holding mom's hand – he said he wanted to stay with her to cheer her up. I would have stayed too, but Katsuki was adamant to go ahead and 'lead the group' and somebody had to look after that stupid boy, so I took on that role.

After our reunion, we stayed close to each other to not get lost in the large crowd that gathered. I took mom's other hand and even Katsuki took one hand from each of his parents. His ears were beet red when he did that though and tried to look like he was forced to do it. I was hard-pressed to not show how extremely amused I was by his behavious. It was a little cute, too, therefore I decided against teasing him later... much.

After we arrived, we studied the big board before us, to find out in which class the tree of us were placed in. We simultaneously released relieved sighs when our parents told us that all three of us were packed together in 1-B.

I was so glad that I was in class with my brother. And I guess Katsuki too... he was my brother's best friend and all.

I couldn't really read all those kanji on the board so I didn't know if there were any other familiar faces in the class with us (I heard there were a lot of schools in Musutafu town, so always having same classmates was never a certainty).

Anyway, so once we found our class, adults wished us luck and saying they would be back later, they were on their way (not without teary goodbyes, of course).

Our classroom looked normal. Tables, chairs, black board, grey walls, brown wooden floor... there were some colorful pictures on the walls but nothing too eye-catching.

We were one of the lasts ones to arrive so we shuffled quickly towards three tables that were near each other... and unfortunately very near to the teacher's table. In fact Katsuki was sitting in a first row, next to the window and right in front of the teacher's table, Izuku was sitting behind him and me sitting to my brother's right (therefore I was in second row- still too close to the teacher for my taste).

Few minutes later our homeroom teacher came – uptight looking middle-aged lady that I already started to dislike after only few minutes with her being here.

She was very condescending and while I could sort of see where she was coming from – she was adult in a class full of snotty little brats – she went very overboard with it. It was so noticeable, too. I mean, almost everyone looked irked by her, not only me with my adult mind (I was nearing forty mentally... oh god, I was sooo old). I could see all too clearly how displeased I would be with her in the future.

I started to focus more on my surroundings after my brother's name was called. The boy in question stood up to introduce himself.

He took deep breath and with me sending him an encouraging smile and Katsuki waving him off as if saying to 'hurry up' (Katsuki already introduced himself. It was very... fiery introduction) he nodded to himself and started to speak in a soft voice.

"Um. My name is Midoriya Izuku. I am six years old and... and I don't have quirk." Whispers started after he said his status as 'quirkless' and deep frown appeared on my face.

Minami 'sensei' (I decided to use that term very loosely) explicitly said that she wants us to say our quirks, explaining that everyone could learn a lot about each other that way. Bullshit. As if knowing our quirks could change anything apart of the class dynamics.

Declaring our abilities so early and in the way of 'introduction' (the only one standing, the only one speaking, everyone's eyes on the unfortunate one who had to 'introduce') would only cause other kids to view quirks as something that was meant to be compared. Something that could determinate status of someone and his/her worth...

Of course, I knew that this was how this society worked.

I mean if one were to compare shorty's quirk and mine (it happened a lot). One doesn't need a lot of time to decide which one was better. His was flashier, louder and overall seen as the best quirk one could ask for. Mine? Attraction? Pfft, so lame. Nobody wanted that - other's opinion, not mine of course. I was quite fond of my quirk.

This was the truth... but I didn't really expect the conditioning to start so early.

I suppose it was an oversight on my part as it was kind of clear in the way other kids made fun of Izuku even in kindergarten. Having useless quirk or god forbid not having one was like being invalid. The less matured ones would point on that person and make fun of something that was out of their reach to change.

Pencil I was holding in my hand creaked ominously, because I was to squeezing it too strongly. I shook my head and dismissed such thoughts - now wasn't time to be distracted. I had to make sure nobody would even think about teasing my brother. I took deep breath and was about to make a speech about how inadvisable it would be for them to make fun of my brother, when Katsuki exploded.

Literally exploded, I mean. There was loud *boom* and fire erupted from his hands, extinguishing once it traveled around meter from his hand. Everyone quieted and watched him with wide eyes (except me and Izuku, we just had an expression of someone who was too used to this shit) even teacher stopped being her superior bitchy self.

"Shut your traps, you ass-hats. My best-friend isn't done talking," he said with pretty spooky expression on his face. I snorted quietly and leaned into my chair comfortably. Or I could do nothing and let shorty solve situation this time.

My twin beamed at the other boy and continued his introduction (only after Katsuki was scolded... he totally didn't listen), now sounding more confident than before. He said his likes (heroes – All Might mainly, his family and friends), dislikes (tomatoes, mean people, wasps) and of course his dream to become a hero. I made sure to glare at anyone who was about to laugh.

Next was me, of course. I didn't really care about first impressions and ridiculous things like that so I just decided to be short and say most important things.

"Name's Midoriya Kou. That boy over there is my brother, touch him and you are dead," I stated softly but confidently. I was about to sit, but realized that I didn't say my quirk, so as an afterthought I added: "Quirk is an attraction." Summoning random boy's book to myself to specify which attraction I was talking about. Completely content with my introduction this time I threw book back to the boy and sprawled into my seat again, happy to observe hilarious reactions of others around me.

"Nee-chan…" I heard my twin mumble, so as a good sister I looked his way. He was looking at me with his best 'Are you for real' face. I sent him a toothy grin and tilted my head in an innocent manner. He huffed and shook his head, exchanging amused glances with the boy before him.

"Midoriya-chan, I am sure you had the best intentions, but please, don't threaten your classmates," was said to me by our homeroom teacher. I just looked at her blankly. I was dead serious about my words. Though maybe, I would only beat them up. Killing was too messy. Also I would need to hide their corpses after that... eh wait, she was still talking.

"- all you want to say? What about your likes? Dreams?"

Oh, this. I could have just continued to ignore her, then. Though, I was told to behave myself...

"Why? If someone is curious about me, they can ask me directly," I said in the end. See? I could be polite when I wanted. Although the woman before probably didn't agree as stress-marks appeared on her forehead. I lifted my eyebrow, neatly ignoring my brother's pleading gaze boring into the side of my head, and had a silent stare-down with her.

In the end I won and she called another classmate of mine. I turned to face my brother with pleased smile and was not surprised to find him hiding his head in his arms, an air of doom surrounding him.

I'd say I did a very good job to with my first impression, heh? I started to play with my cracked pencil, sending it from one hand to the other, not really caring about what other kids had to say. I knew some of them and I'll get to known others over the next six years.

xXxXxXx

Honestly, when we were given our timetables and told what was expected of us that year... I wanted to kill myself there and then. But! I decided to wait a little; I was still a little hopeful that it wouldn't be so bad.

Oh, no, no it wasn't really that bad... it was even worse.

And the reason wouldn't be so much my brats of classmates or even our bitchy homeroom teacher... no... it was a kanji.

Yup, those squiggly symbols that each had thousands different meanings if used with different similar horrendously looking symbols. My head ringed horribly after each and every class of Japanese language.

I preserved my sanity only because I didn't suffer alone- my brother and Katsuki had to attend them with me, too. Though those two didn't have nearly as big problems with written language as I had- I was immensely miffed by that fact.

I didn't really get why I had so many problems with it as I did learn more than one language (Italian, Russian) in my first life. Learning another shouldn't have been that hard! I mean, I already lived in this world for several years, speaking mostly in Japanese, so what the hell?... Will I have to suffer like this for the remainder of my life?!

Haaah... My head is starting to hurt just by thinking about those horrendous symbols now.

In any case my first year in elementary school was awful. I could describe it like this:

...

"Please. Please, tell me that we don't have Japanese language next," I asked desperately my brother, already very close to mental-breakdown.

"Oh, wait. I'll look right away," said Izuku and started to rummage through his bag. Though, before he could find our time-table, the boy sitting behind him already had the answer.

"We don't." When he answered me, Katsuki had wide smile on his face. I looked at him warily. He only smiled like that when he was about to shatter all my hopes.

"We have... Japanese calligraphy." He snickered unpleasantly.

*Thud*

I hit the desk with my head loudly, making sound of a dying whale in the process, snickers and giggles of two boys accompanying my distressed howl.

...

Just,Pure,Hell.

The only bright side was that Math was always same, no matter the country. Therefore, still retaining my basic knowledge of that subject, I managed to star in at least something. Coupled with my high grades in Psychical education... I managed to be become an average student overall.

I counted that as a victory, all things considered.

Second year was a little better as my brain got used to the written language and learning new kanji was a little more bearable for me. I still had shitty grades, but I passed so whatever.

That year mom finally found some kind of dojo that allowed Izuku to join. It was surprisingly hard to find as every dojo owner looked down on my brother because he didn't have any special ability – fucking arrogant pigs. Just because my brother didn't have quirk, didn't mean he couldn't hold his ground against someone with quirk.

I said 'dojo' but it was more of a 'self-defense program' where kids and adults alike learned how to properly make fist so one doesn't broke his/hers fingers, how to punch, how to position one's body when defending or attacking... things like these.

It were all just basics that I could have theoretically taught him myself (though I couldn't explain comprehensibly to save my life, so I didn't even try), but it was better when he was taught them by someone qualified. Later he would need to find other teacher/dojo to learn specific fighting style, but for now it was good that he was learning at least basics.

With him starting his lessons after school and Katsuki still attending classes where he learned to properly control his quirk, I was left alone for an hour or two…

In my free time I usually beat up guys that made fun of Izuku earlier that day (and I didn't have time to properly beat them up before) or some other thugs that grated on my nerves. It was kind of fun and therapeutic to have some alone time to myself in which I beat up somebody without worrying they would tell a living soul about it (like, just tell police a little girl beat you up).

Another thing that changed would be that my little kitty finally graced my with a permission to pat her head without her trying to claw my eyes out... haaah... good times.

We had our annual visit of grandparents where nothing worth mentioning happened... except that I saw this strange pink haired girl with pink skin and little horns on her head... weird.

Also I had a feeling I saw that black haired boy from before, too. However I made sure to go other way (just to be safe), so I am not sure.

Our third year started and we had our very first field trip. We didn't go that far, only hour or so away from our home by bus, however we went out of Kanto region so it was a super big 'occasion'. We slept in a hotel in the mountains. The air there was pretty nice and overall it was very swell trip. I learned a bit more about my classsmates that way, too.

There is nothing more to say about that year... just regular hell in school with our bitchy homeroom teacher being even bitchier that year. There was a rumor circulating around that her fiancé ran away with other woman two days before their planned wedding... if she wasn't such unpleasant individual I would feel a little bad for her... as it was, I was only congratulating the man in my head for his good decision.

We successfully entered grade four and became ten year olds. We had small party with Bakudos and had this big two-tier birthday cake that I instantly pounced on when I saw it. It was the best birthday's present... Izuku disagreed and said his hero costume was better and we had this silly word-fight where we pointed out why our chosen presents were the best.

On the party there weren't any of our classmates because outside of our little circle, we didn't really have any other friends.

We were usually avoided, honestly.

Katsuki was avoided by people because of his explosive and intimidating self. There were some that wanted to get close to him because of his cool quirk, but he all sent them somewhere where the sun doesn't shine when they started badmouth Izuku and me. He could be sweet like that sometimes if he wanted. Generally, others knew that staying out of his way was the best course of action.

Izuku wasn't avoided, per se. Others talked to him and were kind to him but they knew not to cross certain boundaries when it came to him. He was best friend with the coolest kid in class and had overprotective sister that wasn't above to hit someone that even looked at him the way she didn't like. So they were wary to get too close and kept the comfortable distances (except stupid bullies, but they were mostly from other classes and were trashed accordingly by my brilliant self). I was feeling guilty sometimes that I was the reason he didn't have a lot of friends, but he looked happy as he was, so hey, I'd say it wasn't that big problem.

And then there was me. I won the award 'Biggest asshole of the year' this year, too. I am so proud of myself. Ehm, Anyway. I was avoided, because... I was unapproachable like that. Sure, if they were civil to me, I would be a little less rude to them. If they were crude, well... I still remember that one time in second grade when I somehow managed to make class full of four graders cry... just don't ask.

I think my best relationship was with this nice Shiozaki girl that was sitting behind me in class. We always paired up in psychical education or in class projects that required of us to form pairs - my brother was always snatched away by shorty, thus the other girl was a godsend. She actually had the same problem as me – her two other friends paired with each other, too.

She was honest and straightforward so I quite liked her company. She was okay for a little brat, I suppose. I actually kind of invited her for our birthday party, but she fell ill and couldn't arrive.

So yeah... our tenth birthdays were behind us.

Later that year Izuku officially finished his 'self-defense program' and because we weren't very successful in finding him a new teacher, he decided to invent his own fighting stile... of course largely based on All Might's one.

I shrugged and said he should go for it. I could have hypothetically taught him mine... Or more precisely my official fighting style – when I beat up people my age or had 'spars' with Katsuki I used my 'punch it if it's still moving strategy' - I wasn't really coordinated and my moves weren't anything special. That was the point of it really, these fights were only for fun and not to be taken seriously.

I didn't usually use my 'official style'. I only used it that one time with Chizome and I guess I sort of used it on thugs that I beat up on regular basic. They were adults - they had an advantage of height and strength on me, thus I had to be inventive if I wanted to struck them down. I played very dirty and used everything to my advantage - even my quirk. It worked quite nicely with my fighting style, actually.

Though... calling it a 'style' would be a stretch. I just moved and positioned my body to target parts of the body, that were the most delicate - gaining advantage like that and using it towards the fastest and easiest victory. It was... it was kind of fun too, as I had to always stay on my toes, always move, always think about my next move, but... there was a certain risk when I fought like this.

It could be very dangerous for my opponent (and sometimes even me). If I was too careless with aiming my punches or measuring my strength, I could very easily cripple or even kill person. Some spots on human body were fragile like that.

And don't get me started on how deadly I could be when using knifes (though I didn't really had any need to use them in this life...). With my small height I could easily sever tendons, target blood vessels and other 'dandy' places like that.

Ehm I become a little lost there.

Anyway! I don't think he would be interested in learning something like that… I didn't want him to be interested.

Coincidentally Katsuki ended his 'control classes' around the same time, so those two decided to spar regularly, so Izuku could gain some 'fighting experience'.

My brother wanted to spar with me too, but I denied that with all my being – I refuse to lift a hand against my twin, even if it was only a spar. Therefore I just played referee for them. But they were really careful to not harm the other so I was unnecessary, therefore I sometimes decided to just leave them to it and instead I visited my big 'friends' for a friendly 'spar'. It's really hilarious that some of them now started to run away if they caught sight of me... big grown-up men running away from tiny little girl... hah this will never be not-funny.

Also funnily enough that year I had my very first problem with authorities of school. I was careless and was seen beating up three random guys.

Earlier that day, they were forcing some boy to give them his lunch money and as I was in a good mood in that moment, I decided to help him. Izuku and Katsuki had to stay behind as they had cleaning duties, so I was alone.

Unfortunately some shitty teacher decided to walk onto the scene just in the moment I was finishing the last of them.

It was mine words against theirs, plus the guy I wanted to help decided to back their story up - fucking coward. So yeah I received this big scolding by the said teacher and later by my bitchy homeroom teache. And after that I was forced to apologize to those assholes. What a shitty day.

I was told I'll have an after-school detention for a month after which I was sent home with a note explaining what happened. It was expected to get signed by my parent and returned the very next day. They said that I should be glad the punishment was this mild - the reason being that this was my first break of rules (Ha! Joke is on them because I was doing this almost every day).

Well, whatever, I explained everything to mom at home and as she knew that I wasn't one to beat someone up without reason (or... at least not kids), she believed my version of the story and was outraged that someone would punish me when I only wanted to help. I told her to let it go – I didn't really mind detention that much, I could draw and do stuff to entertain myself during it.

She eventually agreed to not press it further, but she was still very unsettled by it.

Then Izuku arrived home and asked what happened when he saw our mom's troubled face, I just told him that I had detention and left it at that. He looked as if he wanted to ask for more information, but I waved him of, saying that he would hear it in school tomorrow anyway. I had no doubt in my mind that by tomorrow's lunchtime everyone would know what happened.

On second thought... I thought about how rumors worked and how events would be inflated... I decided to tell him what happened anyway.

He had the same reaction as mom, but I manged to calm him down, too.

The very next day my prediction about how everything will be stretched proved true. Of course they did and they painted a very nasty image of me. Oh, whatever, not like my reputation was nice before it.

Shiozaki and Katsuki chose to believe my side of the story, so I'd say that was all that mattered. I shrugged it off and continued on with my life.

Though I did decide to change something... I upgraded Ibara (Shiozaki's first name) from acquaintance to friend after that. She deserved that at least after she put with me for so long. We weren't very close... but I supposed we were friends.

At any rate, I tried to be more careful from that point on and I managed to somehow avoid detention for the remainder of the year. However, even with this, I was already marked as the biggest troublemaker and delinquent of the grade four what with my low grades in almost all subject except Math, PE and Art and my not very friendly personality. Rude much? Whatever, I wasn't trying to become model student there, I would settle for at least passing, honestly.

With five grade came the thing I was waiting for... an English Language! My time to shine!

Truly... nobody expected for me to be so good in this subject what with how poor I did in Japanese language. Hah! That felt so good.

Anyway, because this new subject lifted my spirits tremendously, I decided to join some club that year.

I joined drawing club… which in the end turned out to be a glorified comic club or more precisely 'manga club' as this was Japan and they had their own style of comics. I wanted to turn around and end it right there and then when I learned this truth, but something told me to wait. And well... I soon learned that I quite enjoyed to make my own comic. I guess if I couldn't decide what I wanted to do in the future, I could always try to work as manga artist.

Later that year I received very interesting message from Chizome in which he informed me that he kind of lost half of his nose in a fight... I was appalled to say the least. I called him back instantly and continued to call him until he decided to pick it up.

I had a lot to say to him. Starting with how irresponsible and stupid he was. Then after half hour or so I allowed him to explain what happened.

I learned that around one year ago he started to attend various underground rings to gain fighting experience. Okay, sure, that made sense. I wouldn't really have anything against it, if he actually informed me about it sooner and not only after he fucked up. I made that point very clear to him; I received an insincere apology in return. I ended the call after that telling him to go die for all I cared.

God, he was so frustrating sometimes. I didn't answer any of his text for following month to show exactly how much I was displeased with him.

But hey, I had become a big softie over the years, so I eventually started to text with him normally again... it was his choice to attend those creepy underground battles and it wasn't like I was any better with my regular fights with thugs (though I at least knew when to stop - something my friend clearly didn't know).

My fifth year of elementary came to an end... and then we were in our last year and very much stressed about which Junior high school to join. In the end, the tree of us – I, Izuku and Bakugo - decided to choose the closest one as it wasn't hard to get there, even with my grades.

There weren't any entrance tests, too, so it was perfect.

Unfortunately Ibara decided to go into this fancy all-girls school, so I didn't think we would ever have a chance to see each other again after Elementary officially ends. That thought made me a little sad.

I was... very hopeful to end this year without any disastrous events. But... then the last month came and with it something that I wasn't prepared for... though I suppose I could have seen it coming.

I guess I didn't learn properly from the mistake I made in the past in my relationship with Theo.

The end~

And cliffhanger! I know - what a shitty move on my part XD. It wasn't really planned... but I was too lazy to write the next part, so cliffhanger. I plan to get out the next chapter this month, so that I could get to the entrance exam arc before the start of the school - let's hope I'll succed.

Also, just if someone is curious... I went over wiki, manga and real maps of Japan and decided that Kou's birthplace will be Kanagawa Prefecture - it was never said where Izuku lives, the only thing that is stated on wiki is 'Near Shizuoka Prefecture' and Kanagawa is right next to it, so I suppose I am not that off-track. Kou's gradparent's live in Chiba Prefecture.

Reviews:

animagirl - I am glad you like those parts! Hmm… well I can't really say I'll do that… in fact I don't really plan to change Izuku's 'fighting style' (if he even has any to speak of in anime). He will just be better prepared.

CallmeCrazylol - Nope. Sorry - I think her quirk is already quite OP as it is now.

TheHolyBlade – Haha. I love what you did with 'Guest comment'. I sincerely hope that you will soon remember your password. I suppose that was said in manga, but bear in mind that this Chizome is a little different from the one in manga. He is younger for one and he didn't have his first kill that no doubt cemented his resolve. This Chizome was just teenager that lost his parents and didn't know what to do anymore… he still has a long way to go towards the adult with 'bone- chilling resolve'. Though I suppose, now he is quite old? Hmmm I dislike big time-skips, but they are necessary. Clever writer? Nah, I don't think so, I am incapable to think that far ahead most of time. I suppose we will see what I'll do with his character. Kou and Yuuei… hah, it will be interesting, that's all I can say. XD Don't worry about me reading too much text, I personally really love when someone tells me about his/her thoughts on my fanfiction… I am always so giddy and I go overboard myself.

Wicken25 – Yeah… about his quirk. I had some really big plans for his quirk. But in the end I had to scrap away all of that as this ff won'i go in that direction anymore. I am very sorry if you were excited about it. It will be just be a background interesting information now…

Guest Jun 20 – They will meet, don't worry. Um… saves her plus? I don't know what you were trying to say.

Merlin's Knight – Yep! That was actually one of the reason I started to write this fanfiction... to make Izuku and Kacchan besties (and Kou being a little duck that follows her brother everywhere… and thus develops friendship with shorty in the process). I am glad you like her quirk! I though very long about that… and decided on attraction because… just think about all these possibilities!

Iroxanamiranda- Hello! :3 Aaaw~ thank you! Oh yeah... Stain and Iida, I suppose you will see. Though don't worry, I like Iida and his brother, so… yeah XD I am glad you like their relationship!

Cho Cho - I am happy to hear that~.

Anto1317 - Oooh, really? That makes me so happy (sorry, hehe). Aaw~ thank you for such a nice review! ... mostly XD

Sera - Thank you! Talking about turns... one is incoming in the next chapter.