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THE HURRICANE

OC x Deku

'for those looking for a hero.'

Chapter 1: Kogarashi Arakawa: Origin Story

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Let's start off on the right foot.

My name is Kogarashi Arakawa. A full name yes, but it was one my parents picked out for me a long time before I was even born.

There were high expectations for me even prior to birth, but that was to be expected.

You see, my mother and father were two very famous and talented pro-heroes. Or... something like that.

My dad was a famous hero in his glory days. In the days of darkness my father spread light across the world with his quirk. Flare, a quirk that allowed him to concentrate light into bursts of energy and strike a villain from even a mile off. He could create armour and shields out of this raw energy, and this heroic quirk fit well with his code name: The Knight. A noble name for a noble man who reached number 3 on the charts. He was strong, bold, and brave. Unfortunately for my dad, he suffered a career ending injury in his thirties, and he politely retired with some grace, or at least that's what he would tell me. I could see he missed the work still, but who wouldn't when you have to work a basic 9-5 job?

My mother on the other hand was much less heroic. She was a woman of the night in a lot of ways. Her quirk worked strongest at night. In complete darkness, her quirk, Black Void, allowed her to use the absence of energy to create in the dark space. Sounds strange right? But it's just a fancy way of saying if there's no light, she can create monsters or objects in the dark. Momma was a legend in her own right. While she technically had her hero license, she never officially went pro and instead chose to work in the dark. Literally. Mom took out baddies left and right at night, so quickly that the media believed she was a group of vigilantes working together.

Because she never answered to a lot of the questions or raised calls to action, the government eventually suspended her license. That never stopped her though, and Momma kept working as a vigilante until she met my dad and had her first child. She probably would've kept working, but I think my old man talked her out of it when she became pregnant.

While Quirk marriages weren't completely outlawed, they were extremely frowned upon at the time, but in my parent's case it was a match made in heaven. With both users having light and dark powers, it was a huge gamble what their kids would have.

Then came my brother, Shigure, or as he's known as now, The Stitching Hero: Shadowbind. Brother was an epitome of talent. With his quirk, Shadow Sewing, he could manipulate shadows to bend to his will and control the person whose shadow he was holding on to. It was an amazing quirk that could take you by surprise if you weren't watching. Which was probably why the guy went pro and started his own agency right off the hope. At age 22 he was sitting at number 15 in the hero ranks, though arguably he would've cracked the top 10 if his eldest little sister didn't come soaring straight past him.

My older sister, Megumi, came along three years after Shigure. She took more after our dad with her quirk, Vibrate. She can vibrate the atoms in her body to create kinetic or thermal energy that can come out as intense speed or flames from her body. She could also manipulate the atoms of another person or object and manipulate the speed or heat of the person or body.

Since Megumi was also a painfully beautiful woman with an awesome quirk, she quickly jumped ranks. Fresh out of UA and she got to become one of Endeavour's sidekicks. She worked with him for a year, before going off on her own once she felt confident enough. In her first ranking she would reach number 12 with her code name: Shiver.

It was an all Pro-Hero family. The family business one might say. Though it was pretty obvious that both my siblings became heroes for very different reasons from our parents, but more on that later.

Due to the extreme talents of both my older siblings, my parents had high expectations for me, and mom always told me that when I was in the womb, she knew it was different. Shigure was always calm and collected while Megumi had a spark to her, but Mom said when I was in the womb, she felt like she was holding in something strong, something fierce.

She felt like she was caging a hurricane.

She told me, when I was born, it was like an explosion had erupted in that room. It was always vague the way she talked, but both my parents watched me with high expectations as I grew up.

I remember looking up to my siblings a lot growing up. Shigure was 6 years older than me, and Megumi was 3 years my senior. I remember watching them use their powers, and little me trying to figure out what mine would be like. I would jump around in a cape, watching old footage of Mom and Dad when they were younger and still fighting. I would be in awe of them, of my whole family, wondering if my quirk would be as awesome as theirs.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was the most difficult to handle of us three. There was a definite difference in fearlessness when it came down to it.

Bullies at school? No problem, if you break their noses they ran home to mommy.

Burglar trying to break in? I was handing Daddy the baseball bat and backing him up. He didn't need the bat, I just wanted to be useful since he kept shoving me behind him. Dude was stupid to break into our house anyway.

Someone tried to grab Mamma's purse once and I hung onto it for dear life. Not sure if it was the shock of seeing a five-year-old flail behind him or because he saw the killer intent in my mother's eyes as she chased after us, but he dropped me and the bag before sprinting off into the streets. I proudly gave Mamma her bag back and she scolded me all the way home.

I wanted to become a hero so badly, that when I reached six years old my parents started to get worried. They would constantly ask me how I was feeling, constantly worry about how I would jump around and throw myself into fights with bigger kids that had manifested their quirks already. They wouldn't tell me this, but I could see it in their eyes, and after several trips to the doctor it was confirmed on my seventh birthday.

I was quirkless.

It was confusing to the doctors too, since I had this extra bone in my foot that apparently all other people with a quirk had. They took over three weeks and dozens of tests that were so extensive I honestly blacked most of it out. But the results were the same, I was a quirkless.

Momma cried. I wasn't sure if she was crying for me or because of me, but I felt embarrassed at making her cry. It was my fault, right? I was the reason she looked so devastated, right? I tried to apologize to her, tell her that it wasn't her fault. Momma broke down that day. I remember walking into the house and she just collapsed before hugging me to her. My tiny little body swallowed by her large frame as she held me close and cried openly.

"Oh sweetie! I'm not angry, I'm just sad! You won't get to reach your dreams!"

It was only then that it finally clicked.

I couldn't become a hero without a quirk. I couldn't become somebody like my parents were, like my siblings were well on their way to becoming. Dad told Megumi and Shigure the news, and I refused to cry in front of them. I refused to let them know that I was devastated to know the truth. Because they would probably blame themselves, right? That was why mom looked so ashamed when she looked at me like that, right? Its why dad started treating me like I was made of glass.

Right?

But it wasn't fair.

The sheer irony was killing me. That the girl born into a wealthy family, with a bloodline of pro-heroes, with all the capability and talent at her disposal.

And she was quirkless.

I envied my siblings then, perhaps even hated them a little. Shigure only wanted to become a pro-hero because dad pushed him to do something gifted with his quirk, even though he was just as happy taking naps on the couch. Meanwhile Megumi openly admitted she wanted to make a lot of money. Someone as pretty as her would get noticed quickly, which was true, and she'd climb the ranks fast.

I was furious, but there was nothing I could do other than kick and scream and cry to the world and demand to know why me? What had I done to deserve this? I wanted it so badly and it was clean out of my reach. There was nothing, nothing at all, that would fix it.

I was so angry that I forgot myself, forgot that my family was a group of pro-heroes. Heroes who had to overcome adversities far beyond what normal civilians had to face. This was a family that would face hardships in its future that were so much deeper than this. You see, I may have complained about my siblings, they were actually pretty cool. Shigure and Megumi took the news of me being quirkiness much better than our parents. In fact, while my parents seemed resolute on letting me be downgraded to a normal quirkless girl, Megumi and Shigure were the only ones to ask me what I wanted.

"Koga, since the day you were born you have been nothing but fierce, so what's changed? What do you want to be? Only you can decide that."

What did I want?

What did I want?

I asked myself that, on my tenth birthday. I remember that despite the turmoil I was feeling then, it was such a simple time for me. All I needed to ask myself was who did I want to be? Did I want to be a hero? Or did I have some other grand ambition that I wasn't aware of?

That was when video of her came out.

Black Diamond.

She wasn't a hero, no, she actually took after mom's approach to heroism and took to being a vigilante. I remember clicking on that YouTube video and just being in awe of her. Black Diamond wasn't a very flashy fighter, but she was fast, and strong, and smart. The video that was available of her was limited, only a few pieces of her swinging on a capture rope between buildings, catching onto pipes and fire escapes with practised ease. Her red cape would flip up to show the large diamond shaped hole in her all-black suit whenever she allowed herself to fall far enough. It was how the media decided to name her. She never showed her face, wearing some sort of weird mask that looked mechanical on the bottom, her eyes covered in a visor.

The video that I watched the most was saved into a playlist. It started out with someone starting a recording mid-action.

Black Diamond was fighting several villains on a rooftop across from where the recording took place on a balcony. I wasn't sure what she did, but she was overpowering the enemies with what looked to be simplified but powerful moves. Her kick sent one villain flying clear off the roof, but she swung capture tape to grab him at the last second, then swung the tape around the collect the rest of the enemies. They were caught together, smashing against each other and effectively stunning them all as she wrapped them tighter.

"Look at her! She just captured eight villains in one swing!" The person behind the shaky iPhone recording called out. He was definitely trembling as he took the impromptu video. Police surrounded the villains and Black Diamond, but just as she held up her hands an explosion went off in the distance. The cameraman ducked quickly, then righted himself as quickly as he could when his friend cried out 'what was that?!' in fear.

In the distance, a bullet train track was smoking, the track ripped apart.

"The train is stopped right? It wouldn't be coming at this time, right?!" The girl cried. The cameraman then the video turned back to the roof. Black Diamond had vanished. The cameraman gasped, muttering 'where'd she go?' under his breath as he searched the surrounding area. The police on the roof across from their higher building were searching too.

"Up! Look up!" a girl next to him called, possibly shaking his shoulder to catch his attention since the camera shook. They looked up to see Black Diamond doing a swan dive off their own building. Her arms stretched out as she reached further before using a secondary device to grapple onto another building and swung herself to hard and fast that the momentum swung her past several buildings in just a few seconds.

"There she goes! So fast!" The girl shouted, her voice trembling. She let out a strangled scream as the lights of the bullet train came into view. "N-No! Where are all the pros?!"

In the distance you could faintly see Black Diamond swinging directly towards the tracks, landing on top of them as she faced down the train.

"Huh?! What's she gunna do? Catch the damn thing?" He joked, though his breath was catching in his throat as a panicked sound also escaped. My heart clenched when I watched the cameraman zoom in on Black Diamond, who squared herself up to the train. Even from the balcony you could hear the squealing of the train as the brakes were applied. "What's she doing?!"

The train came straight up to her, but as her hands touched it, it came to a dead halt. Her feet didn't move, her body barely shifted. The camera man let out a borderline hysterical laughter.

"She- Oh my god! She caught the fucking train! Oh my god she- What is this chick?!" His friend was crying, telling her to stop swearing in between sobs. The camera was shaking so badly that the guy lost track of Black Diamond, as did the police as she escaped again.

That was the whole video, but I think I watched it a good thousand times as a child. I was enamored, in awe, of this amazing hero. Vigilante was the proper word for her, but she was incredible nonetheless. I would watch that video twice a day when I was little, anytime I got struck by the quirkless blues, anytime someone told me I couldn't become a hero, I would watch that video and be reminded of the absolute awe. I would read articles about her, people wondering where she came from or what her quirk was. Nobody would settle on one answer, and I wondered for a long time on what it could be. Regardless that she had a quirk, I knew the moment I watched that one video.

I wanted to be exactly like her.

I wanted to help people, protect people. Not for the fame or the glory. Not for the money or the benefits. I wanted to protect people, save people, because I could. Because I had two working hands and two good legs.

Which was why I went to my parents the day after my tenth birthday, and told them that I still wanted to become a hero.

My parents were doubtful, but I wasn't going to be swayed. It was like a switch had been flicked, and I finally understood. It wasn't that I couldn't become a hero, it was because it had never been done before. I could be the first one, I could be the only hero ever to be a pro without a quirk.

"Ko…. Koga….." My Mamma looked at me like I was soft and fragile. She looked at me like I would break if held too tightly, so when she gently wrapped her arms around me, I stayed strong to prove myself.

"Let me try Mom," she pulled back to look at me, "let me try! I can do it! I know I can!"

Mom looked so surprised by the fire in my eyes, and little did I knew Shigure and Megumi were hanging by the door with equally proud faces. Dad crossed his arms over his chest, and I could tell he wasn't completely convinced. But the one bonus to being dubbed quirkless was that my dad was a sucker for just about anything I wanted. I was absolutely spoiled by the man.

"Koga, I understand you want to be a hero, but you need to understand sweets, you're not like the other children. You're different than them, naturally at a disadvantage." Dad looked at me then, but I refused to yield to his bright gold eyes. I gripped my tiny fists tighter and showed a grin that would put All Might to shame.

"You're right, I'm not like them. But..." I straightened my back, and gave a grin. It would be the same grin that I'd give as my debut as a hero. The same grin I would wear in the battle to save the world, to change the world. I would wear it, standing side by side with the greatest hero I would ever know. And I would wear that grin proudly as I was backed by people that we loved and protected. That protected us, and pushed us to get this far.

"All this planning, this waiting, all for a little girl to come and face the end." It would be the line that I would hear, the words that would finalize my spot beside the next symbol of peace as we both gave a grin.

"I'm not a little girl."

I felt a power overwhelm me as I made a fist, the feeling of dozens of hands holding me up, a clear reminder of how far I had come, of how the scarred hand in mine felt. How this hand had saved me, and how I had saved him.

And it all started with a tiny little hand of mine. This tiny little hand clenched into a fist, not yet riddled with scars to tell stories of what they had seen. For now these tiny fists were raised, clenched, and defiant.

I looked at my father, my eyes blazing as I spoke to him.

"I am a Hurricane."

Oh, Hi there, Since initially starting this story I have since formalized my final plotline. She do be a messy line, but honestly I love messy stories. I really really love Koga, and I hope y'all love her too. Hopefully I can write her properly now that I as the writer understand her better too. She and Deku are gunna be so cute together, but just a little note here, I'm currently editing the chapters just to make them flow better, so sorry if something seems a bit off.

Also fun fact, Kogarashi is a term meaning 'leaf blowing wind'. It's supposed to be a reference to the first winds of winter coming in. Why such a weird name? Well, Midoriya means 'green valley' and Kogarashi Midoriya would literally mean 'the cold wind blows over the green valley' and it weirdly suites her. Yes, that's it, that's the purpose. When this story was originally written, it was undecided who she would be paired with. (btw, I love love love romance. Like, a good romance novel? *Chef's Kiss* You cannot go wrong. IDK what it is, but I love reading about two people falling in love.) So her name was supposed to be a similar vibe to someone getting a bucket of cold water dumped on their head, a shocking moment since Koga wants to be dubbed 'the hurricane'.

Anyway, thank you for reading! Enjoy further chapters!

Cheers!

Iland Girl