I was 6 when my quirk manifested. Usually by 4 years old your quirk would develop. My mother cried for weeks unsure of what to think about it. Only 15% of the worlds population was born with quirks. Some quirks are powerful, some are scientific, or earthly, and some quirks are just plain useless. But every quirk is special, or there would be more than 15% of us that had them.

The government in many countries tried to control the people who had quirks, and some retaliated causing major destruction and death on many lands in many areas. A world organization came together UQA, United Quirks Association, to protect the people who were different from the rest of the world. As we are all human, and we have the exact same human rights as everyone else. For many years there were debates on why quirks ever manifested to begin with, but no one could answer for the Gods themselves. It was decided that people who had quirks were to be registered in an International Database and if your quirk was necessary to the world, you would be drafted for a specific job that you were beneficial to or be commissioned privately. You have the ability to refuse, as you are free to do as you please, but there are some quirks out there just too powerful to not monopolize. Quirk bearers are essentially tools to make life easier for everyone else. And the only way to justify doing this is to pay them astronomically well.

Thank god my quirk is useless. As a child, before my quirk developed, I too would stare at the screen of countless videos showcasing people using their quirks for the good of humanity. I idolized the heroes of my communities and hoped when I turned 4 that I would be part of the lucky 15%. I was, but not how I imagined it. I could have had my quirk before turning 6, but maybe I didn't know how to use it, or see that I actually had one. If I wasn't really looking, I would miss it completely.

My quirk is called Threads. And I'm a bonafide matchmaker in the city of Musutafu.

When I was 6, I don't even know what happened, but my mother and I were watching a love film on TV. It was after dinner, and we hadn't even planned to watch it. I must have really enjoyed the movie as when the two people finally realized their feelings and fell in love, I grasped my mothers hand while little Izuku tears fell and I caught a flash of a man in my eyes. And not only did it linger after I blinked, I was able to see his face imprinted in my memory. It was a like a permanent picture residing in the space of my mind. I blinked looking down and noticed an illuminating red line trailing out of our entwined hands.

I unclasped my fingers and gingerly held her hand in mine. Around her pinky finger, was an illuminated, red string. One hand slipped away from hers and I was able to touch it and slide it between two fingers. The string that was once glowing and almost seemed to pulse with life, died out and all that was left was a dull red string. The image of the man still in his mind. Even as a child, he knew the flash was incredibly strange and he should ask his mother about it. And not only that, the man seemed to look like himself.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?" She sniffed looking down at her gorgeous son.

"Something really weird just happened." He held his hands in a small fist together at his chest.

"Izuku honey?" Worry filled her voice as she leaned closer and swept the back of her hand across his forehead.

"Mama. What did dad look like?"

Inko visibly inhaled her gasp. "Izu?" She said questioningly, not knowing where this was coming from.

"Mama I just saw a man in my eyes when I held your hand. I looked like him." For a 6 year old, he was so very calm that night. As excitable as Izuku was as a child, this situation had him calmer than he could have ever fathomed.

Inko paled at his words. The thought of her little Izuku having a quirk scared her to death. She didn't want the world to use her son for their selfishness.

His hand jerked and he gasped in shock at the feeling coursing through his arm.

"M-mom?"

The tears that streaked her face from the movie began to well again as she grabbed Izuku's entirely too rigid, balled up fist. It was radiating heat and she cried out, frustration evident.

He jumped up out of her hold and dashed to his bedroom, Inko screaming in panic hot on his tail. His body jerk him to his study desk where papers and pens and pencils lay. He looked at the pencil on the table and he was suddenly able to move his left hand that was balled up. His mind screamed Pencil over and over and over and over until he grasped it and began to furiously etch onto the paper on his desk. Inko stood behind him, eyes wide with shock, hands over her opened mouth as she watched the sight before her.

Izuku, 6 years old, had his eyes shut, softly in concentration as he sketched out a realistic portrait of the man he saw when he touched his mother. How long did she stand there while he drew? At least an hour. He breathed in and out heavily after opening his eyes, looking a the photo. He grabbed it and held it up for his mother to see. She took one look at it and burst into tears. Her light jade green eyes rimmed red with worry, and now sadness.

She nodded her head furiously, tears spewing across her cheeks into the fabric of her blouse. Her son had a quirk, and yes, "Yes, that's your father" She choked her "H-how did-"

"I think I have a quirk mom.." He grinned up at her, all his worry vanished from his mind. He had a quirk. He was special, He could be somebody, right? But what kind of quirk was this?

They talked about the realization the majority of the night and how his father had passed away. He came to the conclusion that when he touched her thread, it withered away knowing that her one true love had already passed away. He had never gone through that many emotions in his entire life in one night. The happiness of his quirk coming to life, the sadness of his father, and the unknown life he would now have that he was different. The fear of registering with the Database.

Over the next decade he honed his quirk. He would touch strangers and see that their threads would carry on until he could no longer see. That meant their other half was still out there. He touched a woman at the supermarket with her family, and her thread was tied to the man walking next to her. He enjoyed coming up with so many theories on how love always found it's way. It was fate, that people would find each other, in any lifetime, no matter what with or without his help. It was all only a matter of time.

Not only was he able to imprint a face in his mind permanently and swap through the images he had collected, he had become quite the artists. The quirk allowed his hand to draw what he saw, and as a result, he had become a respected figure in the creation of art in his adult life.

As he matured, he ventured off on his own. He was 23 years old now and had his own art studio in the heart of downtown Musutafu. He was a registered quirk user in the International Database and had a "Hero Card" with the UQA. His quirk was useless compared to some of the others, but because he was listed in the Database with a descriptive analysis of his Quirk and because all of that information is accessible to the public, regular people sought him out from all over the world to find their destined partners. That's right, that's how he became a bonafied matchmaker. His studio was called Threads of Fate. Not only did he sell his quirk to the public, but he studied art his whole life after his quirk manifested. He held various classes from painting with acrylics, oils, charcoals and pencils and even pottery, He did everything and he also hosted private courses one on one. Needless to say, quirks were a blessing to him. And he was so very grateful that the quirk he was blessed with was not one made of power for Izuku wanted to have a quiet and normal life.

Izuku's living quarters sat above his studio. With the money he saved up monetizing his quirk, he bought an upper and lower level studio right on top of each other to make his life easier. There was nothing better than having a beautiful home overlooking the busy streets of downtown Musutafu. His balcony in direct sunset view every day. And then to be able to take an elevator down to his favorite place ever, except his mother's home.

His day was over and complete, he was exhausted, but excited. He was booked the entire month out for private lessons and hosted classes. But was extremely happy to finally be able to come home and relax.

The quiet smooth hum of the elevator bringing him upstairs to his loft, chimed at his arrival. The doors opened smoothly revealing his home. The elevator closed and he locked it with a series of numbers so no one was able to enter unless they had an elevator key or his personal pass code that only he and his mother knew. He removed his shoes and placed them neatly at the front organizer. Walking in, Izuku's home was a Tuscan escape, his personal favorite aesthetic. The walls were cream and his furniture varied different shades of gold, bronze and rich oak wood. Red accents through the draperies and rugs highlights the warmth of the room. To bring life into his home, luscious green plants were strategically placed on the floor, on shelves and hanging from the ceiling in various places and draped above open crevices. It was like stepping into and old Italian vineyard.. without the extra landscaping. The wine however? He had a wall of wine in the kitchen pantry, by no means could he fill a cellar, but he was definitely set for many moons. If it was one thing Izuku enjoyed, was a good glass of wine. It helped him process the images he envisioned and for some reason it helped with the ache in his chest that using his quirk sometimes left. Well, not for some reason, alcohol was the reason exactly.

He stopped thinking about the ache in his own chest long ago. When he obsessed over being romantically alone as he grew older, he noticed how it would become unbearable. It was only until he stopped focusing on it that he was able to push it back into the dark depths of his inner feelings. Izuku surmised it was a reaction from his quirk. From not being able to see his own Threads. To not be able to cure his own loneliness and find love. He was after all, still relatively young. At 23 years of age, he still had his whole life ahead of him, of course he had time, and when he was finally okay with that answer, he was able to thrive without worrying about himself.

That night was the first night things with Izuku changed. He dreamt of a face without touching anyone.

When he awoke the next morning his room was a mess. It looked like a tornado of papers swept through at night, yet it was soundless.

What the hell?

They were all fresh sheets his white sketchbook, which lay on the desk in his room. He picked up the one closest to him. It was an eye, a beautiful eye drawn in pencil. The person... wait. He focused in his mind and scanned through the images that were locked in. He saw the man in his dreams who owned this eye, but there was no record of seeing him in his internal vault. That was odd, once he saw a face he stored it forever and he was able to pull the image up at moments thought. This eye belonged to that person, he was sure of it. He grabbed another sheet and it was an eyebrow. He hastily began to grab all the sheets and lined them on his bed.

He stared in amazement at what he saw. Every single sheet of paper had some sort of facial detail. A left brow, and a right one, each shaded carefully. He found the nose, ears, lips, jawline, forehead and hair all drawn on separate sheets. He organized them the best he could and the image before him was a man that Izuku had never seen up until now. But why couldn't he see him in his mind? Did his subconscious know that his mind wouldn't store the image, so he drew it in a state of sleepwalk to remember? He had never slept walked in his life.

His heart thudded rapidly, his pulse beating throughout his body.

Was this... the love of his life who carried his Threads?

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