AN: Hello, FFN. This is my first fic, at least on this site, as well as in this fandom. As I said in the description, rated M. Bakugo's Language, Izuku's Language, excessive violence later on, and gore. Oh-so-much gore. But anyway, here we go.
Quirks. Superpowers. Basically. There are some differences, though. Superpowers are just something a few have. Quirks? That's most of the population. Roughly 80%, to be more accurate. But quirks are also a wildcard. They could be amazingly robust, or weak. You could have super strength or just a tiny horn on your head.
I got lucky, on both accounts. I got a quirk and a powerful one at that. I call my quirk Angel. Simple, huh? Yeah...not really.
When I was just over 4, I woke up one night with a searing pain in my upper back. I, being 4, began to scream. Loudly. I woke up both my parents, as well as both next-door neighbors. Over the next 7 hours, I screamed in pain as the skin on my back slowly broke open, and bone-like things sprouted from my back, covered in blood and a bit of other bodily fluid. I had a quirk. One that wasn't useful yet, but it was there.
After that trial by blood, as I like to call it, we went to the doctor. I slept for a while before that, but my family drove to the doctor not soon after. I got checked out, and it was determined that they were wings. Featherless ones, at the moment, but wings nonetheless. Over the next few weeks, large white feathers grew on my wings, and I named my quirk 'White Wings'.
And that was my quirk for several years. My wings grew in size and strength until I could fly fairly easily, flapping around just as well as an 11-year old can. Then, one morning, days after my 12th birthday, a ring appeared above my head. Or, really, a halo. It was a white ring, made of something vaguely metallic, that when anyone but me grabbed it, it burned them. Usually badly. So, we went back to the doctor, and then the quirk registry. We renamed my quirk 'Angel'. And thus, here we are.
Now, when I was 4, my best friend at the time, Bakugo Katsuki, had also just gotten his quirk. His quirk...was a bit different. He called it 'Explosion'. Accurate. He could generate tiny explosions made from nitroglycerin sweat that came from his hands. He was powerful, no doubt about it, even at a young age. He was also a bit of a cocky brat, but I've managed to keep him in check.
"IZUKU! GET YOUR BIRD-BRAIN ASS DOWN HERE, NOW!"
Mostly, at least.
Groaning, I roll out of bed, setting my feet on the cold wooden floor. Walking over my window, scratching my head, I pry it open, and look out, then down, at Bakugo, already dressed in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. His blonde hair is spiky, making him look like a pomeranian, but that's beside the point.
"Kacchan, it is...5 in the morning, we usually start at 5:30, the hell is up with you?" I groan, still bleary-eyed from sleep.
"We have less than a year 'till U.A., we gotta go Plus Ultra, idiot! Now get changed, and get down here!" Bakugo shouts, and I groan.
"Fine. But we're doing Mobility training today." I reply, and Bakugo narrows his eyes, glaring at me.
"We need to spar, nerd." He calls up, and I let out a long sigh
"Bakugo, sparring with you is like trying to fight a grenade given human form with anger issues. Besides, by most logic, you should be faster than me. You practically have a goddamn rocket booster, and I kick your ass in any tight turns or long-distance flights." I call down, as I pull my body back inside the window.
"But I get out faster than you!" As I grab a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, he shouts up, then changes into them.
"I complete the course 30 seconds faster than you!" I call back down, as I pull on socks, and then my shoes, which are red high-tops I've worn since I could walk, more or less. Different sizes, but same brand and model. Grabbing my phone, and another metallic item, I poke my head out of my bedroom, and spot my Mom, drinking a cup of tea at the top of the stairs. She's a short, ever-so-slightly plump woman. She's kept up with her fitness for the most part, because of my dad, as well as the Bakugo's.
"Mom, I'm gonna go train with Bakugo, I'll be back before I need to go to school!" I call, and she smiles.
"Okay. Say goodbye to your dad when you get back!" She says, and I nod at her, then walk back to my room, slide my feet out the open window, pull my upper body through the window, and jump out the window.
Falling for a split second, I unfurl my wings, which spread to their full length of nearly 8 feet, and I flap them to slow my fall as I lower close to the ground, and lightly land on my feet in front of my blond friend.
"You're gonna break your legs doing that, nerd." Bakugo snarls, and I shrug.
"Already done that. Remember? You do live right next to me." I smile, and he frowns.
"You're still an idiot." He snaps, and I raise an eyebrow
"How can I be an idiot and a nerd at the same time?" I ask
"YOU SOMEHOW DO IT!" Bakugo roars, and I sigh, shaking my head as I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Ignoring that oxymoronic situation, let's get to work," I say, adjusting the halo above my head, making sure it's in place. It's never left, but you never know.
"Usual route?" I ask, and Bakugo scoffs
"No duh, idiot." He snaps, and I sigh
"You know, one day, someone will check that attitude of yours, Kacchan," I mutter, rolling out my shoulders, and flexing the muscles connected to my wings.
Another interesting thing about quirks...they aren't just the quirks themselves. They have smaller physiological changes to allow the quirks to be used to their fullest. People with super-strength have stronger bones, stronger hearts, and lungs. Bakugo has mostly fire-proof hands, and his eyes are mostly unaffected by the lights from his explosions, and he's resistant to the concussive forces from his blasts. As for me, I have extra muscles connected to my wings, stronger lungs, and a more effective heart, as well as very good eyesight. Don't know if that's part of my quirk, but I like to say it is. I can get oxygen higher than most people, and my stamina is off the charts due to my lungs and heart.
After I finish stretching a bit, I walk up a piece of concrete my parents put in a section of our lawn for a very specific purpose. The concrete is covered in scorch and skid marks, from either me or Bakugo. Probably a bit of both.
Bakugo joins me by my side, and I pull out my phone and set it on a table to the side of the concrete pad. Opening my clock app, I set up a timer, and after selecting a pre-set timer with a 10-second delay from me when the start button is pushed.
"Ready for me to kick your ass?" Bakugo asks, and I raise an eyebrow
"You have yet to do that, you know," I note, and he scoffs.
"You're gonna lose one day."
"Sure...Let's go with that," I mutter, then press the timer, and it begins to tick down from ten as me and Bakugo both crouch, building power in our legs for a push-off.
The timer lets out a loud blaring sound, and within a split second, both me and Bakugo have left the ground. Bakugo using explosions from his hands, and I use three powerful flaps from my wings.
The second I get airborne, I feel my body respond in the way it always has. Adrenaline and Dopamine. I wonder if birds feel this way when they fly...
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I quickly gain height and speed, clearing the neighboring house and chasing the human rocket that is Bakugo. In the air, I'm a lot faster than him when I get to my max. I flap my wings steadily, gaining speed with every single flap.
Within seconds, I'm sided next to Bakugo, my wings spread to their fullest, only flapping when I need to, soaring on nothing but air.
"How...the fuck...do you...ALWAYS DO THAT?" Bakugo roars as I push ahead of him, and make it to the first real part of the course.
An apartment complex, still under construction, with alternating buildings on either side, with very little space to roll from side to side to slip between buildings.
Speeding up yet again, I quickly change the position of my wings, allowing me to tilt my body sideways and turn into the gap between two of the buildings, as wind whips at my face and fluffy green hair. I hear somebody shouting, one at who I could only assume be their husband or wife, and another at a pet because nobody has the name 'Pretty Princess', and especially said in that tone.
Repeating this process four more times, I slip out the last building, then pull a sharp turn, banking hard to the left, over a street, and into the next section, one of the more interesting ones.
A pair of buildings with bridges in between the two, creating a vertical obstacle course this time. They are about 20 or so bridges, all made of metal, and hard to constantly go over or under, as it's quite a bit of work and timing. A fun part of the course, no doubt. Taking in a deep breath, I steel my nerves and getting ready to push myself a bit.
Tucking my wings, I drop twenty feet, then flare them to slow my fall enough to land on one of the bridges, run across it, then leap off again with a powerful flap of my wings. Gaining height, I slip under one bridge, and gain height, soaring over another as I dodge pieces of trash. People throw things out of buildings. Swatting away a metal can, I drop yet again under a bridge, this time landing on a ledge of the building, and after crouching down, push off while giving a powerful flap of my wings, then instantly tuck them, making myself an airborne bullet, and I manage to clear the edge of a bridge, and back into open space. Banking hard to the left, I come up to the final span of the course.
A large area of low buildings and streets, open to the world. Cars and people pass by below me as I give a powerful flap of my wings, taking off through the air at breakneck speed. Wind whips at my hair and my face as I feel a stupid smile spread across it.
Giving more powerful flaps of my wings, I increase my speed again, as I get closer to my house, I hear a scream of rage from behind me as I fully flare my wings, slowing down just enough to land on the concrete pad, and hit lap for my time. Bakugo lands about 10 seconds later, slamming into the concrete next to me as I stop the timer.
"How are you so fucking fast?" Bakugo growls as he takes in deep breaths, trying to catch his breath as I look over our times. Both improvements, at least.
"I have a faster overall speed, Bakugo. You have faster acceleration. This is like a 400-meter dash, not a 100-meter sprint." I reply, and he glares at me.
"Fuck off, Deku. I'm gonna go shower." He snarls, as I slip my phone back into my pocket, and jog to my backdoor, which is just a sliding glass one, and open it, walking inside.
As I do, I hear the familiar sound of claws tapping on wood, and I see a blur of black and white, and the next thing I know, I have a fluffy, four-legged friend with his paws on my chest.
"Hey, Oreo," I say, smiling as I rub my dog's head. He's technically a golden-doodle, though he doesn't look like one. Something about recessive genes and rare gene combos. Point being, he's colored like an oreo, with a white steak on his chest and head.
He lets out a little sigh as I rub his head, clearly happy to be here now. I tap his head twice, and he leans back, getting onto all of his paws. I walk towards the kitchen, yawning as I go, and grab a large white plastic container from on top of the fridge, along with a blender, a banana, frozen berries, water, and orange juice. Setting all the ingredients out, I set up the blender and put in the orange juice and water, then two scoops of protein powder out of the plastic container. After blending that first set of ingredients, I put in the rest, and blend again.
Pouring out the now purple-red mixture into a glass, I grab a mixer water bottle, and fill it with water, then fill a small plastic container with two more scoops of protein powder. That's for after school, though.
Drinking my protein shake, I look over the news on my phone as I sit down at the counter, while Oreo lays down on the floor near my feet. All Might beat the crap outta another villain. Hawks got slapped by Mirko. Again. Endeavor head-butted a villain into next week. There was a 40-car pileup on a highway... A baseball player died... Normal news day.
"Hey, buddy! Ready for school?" A familiar voice asks as I feel a hand ruffle my hair.
"Dad, I'm gonna be honest with you, do I look ready?" I ask, looking at my dad.
Standing at 6'1", tall for a Japanese person, he smiles at me as he tries to smooth out a cowlick in his hair, which is incredibly similar to mine. His blue-green eyes sparkle with amusement as he pours the rest of the shake for himself, taking a small sip.
"No, no you do not. But when did that ever stop you?" He asks, and I chuckle.
"It hasn't yet. Anyway...I'm gonna go get ready. See ya." I say, waving at him as I down the rest of my shake, and make my way upstairs.
Quickly showering and changing into my school uniform, I grab my shoes, pulling on the red high tops once again, and then slide my phone and wallet into my pocket, and also grab that other metallic object. Walking downstairs, I say goodbye to my Mom, who kisses me on the head and then I give Oreo one last set of pets, before walking out my door, and spot Bakugo walking from his house towards me.
"You ready?" I ask, and he scoffs
"Hell yeah, nerd. Let's go." He says, walking towards our Train station.
How could this day do wrong?
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