Prologue 〟
Bakugou Katsuki... He was an odd child. A scared, frantic little boy with no knowledge of how to control his power. At age four, he had nearly burnt down half of his preschool classroom. He hadn't even realized his palms were sparking and steaming, till the smell wafted the room. Turns out, his fellow classmates noticed the appearance the noirette was in, and screamed bloody murder. The teacher had scorned him. "Control your quirk, boy," they urged. Katsuki was picked up from school around noon due to the incident. Mitsuki, his mother, held a look of disappointment, but she hadn't scolded him like his teachers. He was four! Not a teenager. A child. How cruel could those people be? The poor kid was crying in the backseat, repeating 'I'm sorry' throughout their ride home.
Mitsuki couldn't bare the sight of her child crying, so she suggested one thing that would no doubt perk the noirette right up. "How about we visit the Midoriya's?" She suggested while pulling into the drive way. And as she predicted, the dejected expression on her sons face had disappeared. She knew he adored that boy.
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Mitsuki and Katsuki stood at the door of the Midoriya's, the noirette clutching his mother's hand, a wide smile held. Ecstatic, as usual, to see his friend.
Slowly, the door would open, revealing a distressed Inko Midoriya. Her eyes appeared red, and puffy, holding a look of pity... and solemn. "Yes?" Her tone was softer than usual, perhaps hoarse. Usually, her son would shove Inko out of the way, towards Katsuki to drag him towards his room. But not today. Something was off.
Mitsuki frowned, taking note of her friend's appearance. "Inko? I was wondering if Katsuki could come over to play with Izuku. Is that alright with you?"
"I'm afraid that can't happen," Inko spoke with a firm response. Her next reply was cut off with the sound of glass shattering, and a frustrated scream. Katsuki recognized that scream... it was Izuku.
"Is 'zuku okay?" The frail boy asked with concern lacing his tone. Mitsuki shared the same expression.
But eventually... those expressions contorted to utter shock and bewilderment. Those words that spilled from Inko's lips, so broken and feeble... two words, that reached Katsuki's ears, with scarlet eyes enlarged.
"Izuku's quirkless."
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Katsuki was fourteen when he had discovered, despite Izuku's quirklessness, he was going to be All Might's successor. The hero prodigy. The one to be Japan's number one hero.
But Izuku was quirkless! He was weak! Why, just why him? What did All Might see in him? Was it the book-smarts? The determination? Anger? What did he see? Yes, even after ten damn years, Katsuki was still a frightened boy. Of course, All Might couldn't have him as the prodigy. He's scared of his own shadow. Over these years, Izuku was growing irritated with the noirette. "Why are you such a wimp?" the lavender haired boy inquired with a dull expression, tone as blunt as ever, no surprise. Thing is... Katsuki didn't know himself. Perhaps he was better off as a villain? He did have a sadistic mindset from time to time. At the age of fifteen, he found himself aroused by the pure image of his own tears. Maybe he wasn't meant for a heroic path. But anyway— knowing Katsuki's refrain to gain some damn confidence, Izuku proceeded his abusive and vigorous bullying.
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But that all changed at the age of seventeen. His world was flipped upside down, but not with shock—okay, maybe a little shock—but with bliss.
You see, at sixteen, you discover if you're either an omega, alpha, or beta. Katsuki, when he discovered the mark upon his wrist, was relieved to find he was an alpha.
And Izuku?
He was an omega.
Katsuki was going to give him hell just for that. It was time for revenge.
Sorry if this prologue was confusing. This is my first fanfic. I do hope you enjoyed it. :)