Hello everyone, this is only my second attempt at a story but I feel much more confident with this one than the last. I really fell in love with MHA. It's characters, plot, and heart really make the show special for me. This story will be rather lengthy as it's OC centered and will follow alongside the events of the anime in later chapters. You might be able to guess what the OC'S powers will be by the end of this chapter and I think a lot of readers will enjoy the nostalgia. I'll explain more at the end since I don't want to spoil anything. So without further ado.

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I know what you're all thinking. How can someone without a Quirk become a hero? I mean, not having a Quirk is basically the same thing as being powerless, right? Well you're wrong. Before the first Quirk manifested many years ago, there were millions of ordinary people who decided to devote their lives to doing good. Soldiers, police officers, firefighters, etc. all swore oaths to protect others even if it meant sacrificing their own lives. However, ask anybody today what it means to be a hero and most of them will tell you that it's all about Quirks. Ever since Quirks became abundant (with almost 80 percent of society having one), people have come to judge others based on how flashy and/or powerful their Quirks are. Look at the previous number one hero, All Might. This was a man who could destroy a building with a simple flick of the wrist. His power was loved and feared worldwide and helped to reduce crime rates to an all time low. Society practically worshiped him and as such declared him their beloved Symbol of Peace. What did I think of him? I thought he was a great man who did his best to assure others that they had nothing to fear. He protected those in danger and fought the evil that is rampant in this world. But did I worship him? No. I respected and admired him, but I never wore a t-shirt with his famous smiling face plastered across it. Why? Because I believe that is the job of everyone who calls themselves a hero. Heroes are supposed to put others before themselves. Those who want to be heroes just for the fame and money don't deserve the title of hero. And let me tell you, there are plenty of them. That's the reason I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to show the world that being a hero doesn't depend on strong Quirks or flashy costumes, but on a sense of duty to help keep people safe.

However, this was a problem for two huge reasons. One, it's very hard to get started as a hero when your parents are the nation's most infamous supervillains. I'm sure you've heard of Riptide and Tsunami. Wait a minute you ask, you mean the same Riptide and Tsunami who decimated Boston by essentially inflicting the same damage as ten Category 5 hurricanes combined? The same Riptide and Tsunami whose actions caused the death of over 3 million innocent people just because they wanted to show off the breadth of their power? The same Riptide and Tsunami who defeated hundreds of American heroes and still held their own against the united forces of All Might, Best Jeanist, and Gang Orca? Yep, that's my mom and pop. Riptide was my father, and he had the ability to control and generate currents within any body of water. Basically, he could create a whirlpool without batting an eyelash. And while his Quirk was insanely powerful, my mother's was just as dangerous. While my old man could manipulate water currents, my mother was able to harness and store energy within water. Although separate their Quirks were frightening enough, together they were nearly unstoppable. Why you ask? Think of it in terms of a hurricane. A hurricane requires energy to inflict damage, and it weakens the longer it stays on land because it runs out of energy. Now consider my parents powers. My father could create energy via his manipulation of water currents while my mother could harness that energy to create devastating natural disasters. Basically, my dad provided the fuel and my mom turned that fuel into power. This is how they were able to level Boston. They were basically two parts of a well-oiled machine. Ironic when you think about it. Heroes preach over and over about the importance of teamwork to help solve problems. Well in my parent's case, their teamwork slaughtered millions of innocent people. How's that for teamwork? Altogether, I think you can understand why I don't have many friends. After all, who wants to be friends with someone whose parents killed more Americans than both World Wars put together. You might ask, have you tried being friendly and introducing yourself? Yeah I have. Didn't work out so well.

Flashback: 2 Years Ago (aka First Day of 6th Grade)

I sat alone at my desk waiting for the bell to ring. While I was amusing myself twiddling my thumbs, a cute girl plopped down in the desk right beside me. She was a little taller than me, had a pair of brown pigtails that bounced around whenever she moved, and blue eyes that sparkled like the stars. But what really got my attention was the giddy smile on her face that could possibly have rivaled All Might's. Wow. She's really pretty. And she looks so happy. Maybe I should say hi. But what if she hates me like everyone else. No, this is a new school. Auntie said we're far enough away from mom and dad that no one should know who I am. She said that I need to quit being so scared and try to make friends. I promised her I would do my best. Ok, here goes nothing. Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. Turning toward her and summoning every ounce of courage in my body, I spoke with all of my confidence.

"H-H-H-Hello" I squeaked, sounding like a mouse who had just caught his tail in a trap. Dang it. That wasn't how I wanted to say it. Maybe she didn't h…

"Hi! It's nice to meet ya! I'm Suzy with a y. My favorite food is ice cream and my favorite animal is a dragon! Dragons are so cool. Do you think they're real? My mom and dad say no, but I think they are. I haven't seen one yet, but I really want to! Have you ever seen a dragon!? My favorite color's red because that's what color dragons usually are! What your favorite color?

Still trying to get over the fact that she had heard me, I did my best to sputter out an answer.

"M-M-My favorite c-color is green. I-I don't really know about dragons though."

Seeing the smile on her face begin to fade, I quickly back pedaled.

"No wait! Uh...Um...I just...I just meant that I've never seen one in person, that's all. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I yelped before hiding my face behind my hands.

Fearing that I had already botched my chance at finally making a friend, I struggled to fight the tears that had begun to gather in my eyes. You blew it, dummy. Why did you have to go and say that? However, my thoughts were soon interrupted by Suzy's giggling.

"Teehee. I like you. You're really funny!"

Wait. She thinks I'm funny? Nobody has ever called me that before. And she said she LIKES me. Does that mean as a friend or as something else? Who cares! Ok. Ok. Ok. Calm down. You can do this. All you have to do is ask her to be your friend. I was once again startled out of my thoughts by her laughter. Apparently, I had been muttering to myself again.

"Hahaha. You really are goofy." Suddenly she snapped her fingers. "Hey! I have an idea. Let's go look for dragons after school today. You can come over to my house and we'll go look around the woods near my backyard. You in?"

It took every bit of his strength for me to not pass out. Someone was talking to me and had actually invited me to hang out. Does that mean she actually wants to be friends!? I finally composed myself enough to answer her.

"I-I-I'D LOVE TO! I practically screamed.

"Great! We'll walk home together after class. Sound good?"

"Mmhmm." I nodded.

"Awesome."

After staying silent for a moment, I decided to ask Suzy the question that had been lingering in my mind.

"H-Hey Suzy?"

"Yeah?"

"W-Will you p-please be my f-f-friend?"

Suzy didn't reply for what seemed like forever. But all of a sudden she flashed me that huge smile and answered.

"I thought we were already friends, Silly."

It was all I could do to stop myself from jumping out of my desk. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, I FINALLY MADE A FRIEND! AND SHE'S SO AWESOME! I WONDER WHAT SHE WANTS TO BE WHEN SHE GROWS UP!? MAYBE SHE WANTS TO BE A HERO TOO!

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, SUZY!" I replied excitedly.

"Sure thing!" She returned with enthusiasm a little more contained than mine..

Since I wasn't as nervous around her as before, I decided to ask her another question.

"H-Hey Suzy, do you know what you want to be when you get older!?

She answered in an instant.

"OF COURSE I DO! I want to get stronger and become a hero just like All Might. I'm even practicing his smile." She replied, gesturing to her mouth.

"Does that mean you have a cool Quirk?"

"Uh-huh. Check this out!"

She dug around in her backpack for a while before finally located the item she had been searching for. After crumpling the paper and setting it on her desk, Suzy closed her eyes and concentrated just like her dad had taught her. Slowly but surely, the paper began to float off of the desk and was soon hovering in mid-air. Opening her eyes, Suzy used her hands to help direct the paper's movement away from her desk and into the nearest garbage can.

My mouth might as well have been touching the floor.

"YOU HAVE TELEKINESIS!? THAT IS SO COOL!"

"I know right. My dad said one day my powers will be strong enough to get me into UA as long as I keep practicing!"

"I know you will! That's where I'm going to go too! Let's both work hard to get into UA, ok!?"

"Yeah! Then we'll both be heroes. By the way, I don't think you ever told me your name. And what Quirk do you have? I bet it's even better than mine!"

"Oh r-right. Well...um...you see…I don't actually have…"

BRIIIING

I was cut short by the ringing of the school bell. Not long after, the door opened and a short, stocky man with no hair walked in with a stack of papers in one hand. Making his way to the chalkboard and writing his name with his free hand, the teacher turned toward the class before speaking.

"Hello everyone. It's nice to meet you all. My name is Mr. Anderson and I'll be your teacher this year. I hope you learn a lot but I also hope you have fun while doing it. I'll do my best to make sure everyone here has what they need to succeed. Now that that's out of the way, I'm going to take attendance. When I call your name, please come up to the front and grab a syllabus. This will help me and your classmates get to know your names better, though many of you probably know each other from last year. Anyway, let's get started. Blake Adams."

As Mr. Anderson made his way down the list, I couldn't help but quiver in fear as I awaited the announcement of my name. As soon as he reads it, everyone is going to know who I am and then IT'S going to happen again. The looks. The whispers. The fear. I'll sit alone at lunch. Nobody will pick me for their team in gym class. Everyone will hate me again. NO. NOT EVERYONE. I have Suzy. She's already my friend so it won't matter who I am to her.

It's going to be different this time. I know it.

"Let's see next we have…"

As his eyes read over the student's full name, Mr. Anderson nearly dropped the attendance sheet. Why was HE here. And in his class no less. Shouldn't the government have placed this kid in a special school far away from large groups of people? Especially considering...the incident. Why were they taking this big of a risk? Did they want a repeat of the same disaster? Mr. Anderson remembered all too well the words that had been spoken after those two menaces leveled Boston to the ground. The threat had been burned into the minds of every person watching TV that fateful afternoon. Holding a cameraman hostage, the supervillains used him to relay a message to the entire world. Knowing that they would soon be defeated by the combined force of All Might, Best Jeanist, and Gang Orca, Riptide spoke the following words into the camera while his partner looked on: "We might be captured, but you maggots haven't heard the last of us. Our young son will inherit both of our powers which he will use to free us from our soon to be confines. After which, we will once again wreak havoc upon this planet the likes none of you have ever seen before. Don't bother trying to train him as a hero. Evil is written in his DNA. One way or another, you will all fear the name Kaleb Lane, or as you will soon know him as, Typhoon."

And there was the same name staring back at him from the paper. The child who was supposed to bring about massive worldwide devastation was sitting less than 50ft away from him. He might not have looked dangerous, but within this veins coursed the blood of two of the world's deadliest supervillains. Nevertheless, Mr. Anderson managed to stammer out his name.

Once I heard it called, I felt the mood in the room change instantly. Not a soul made the slightest sound as I made my way to the front of the room and grabbed the paper from my teacher's shaking hand. Turning around, I saw the same thing I had in every other class: fear. Some kids were doodling on their desk while some decided to count the tiles on the ceiling. However, they all shared one thing in common. No one dared to look at me. I tried to find Suzy's face, but I couldn't since the guy in front of her was hefty and blocked my view. After I returned to my desk, I tried to steal another glance at Suzy, but she had her head lowered in a way that I couldn't make out her expression. I decided to ignore it and focus on my work. I'll talk to her at lunch.

But I never did. I had tried to find her in the cafeteria, but she seemed to have disappeared. Eventually I gave up and decided to find a seat. But any table I attempted to join immediately stood up and left, leaving me to eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich alone. Apparently the word had gotten out about me to all the other classes as I felt the piercing stares of everyone in the lunchroom. I once again found myself struggling to fight back tears, but I managed to hold them off due to the memory of Suzy's promise. It's ok. Once school's over, we're going to her house to play. We'll look for dragons together, just like she promised. If she didn't want me to go she would have told me right? Right? I mean...we are friends after all.

After lunch ended, I headed back to class and endured what seemed like the longest 3 hours of my life. Finally, the dismissal bell rang. Leaping out of my seat, I managed to catch up to Suzy as she was leaving class. Walking beside her in the hallway, I tried to start a conversation.

"Um. H-Hey Suzy. Are you ready to go search for dragons?"

She didn't answer, but now I could clearly see her face and any remnant of her playful smile was gone. Maybe she didn't hear me. I reached out and gently grabbed her shoulder, hoping she would finally say something. That's when things went south.

"Suzy, are you o..."

Suddenly, I found myself slammed up against one of the side walls in the hallway. But no one was holding me, it was like some invisible force was pressing against my body, keeping me from moving. What is this? Then it clicked in my mind. Looking up, I saw Suzy. She had her arms outstretched and was visibly shaking like she was trying to protect herself from some sort of monster. Tears ran freely down her cheeks before she finally spoke.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled. "It's all your fault! They're dead because of you!"

I had no idea what she was talking about. Although I would soon wish I hadn't, I decided to ask anyway.

"What are you talking about, Suzy!?"

"My grandma and grandpa. They went to Boston for their 50th anniversary. They were there when it happened."

I immediately realized what she had been referring to, and her next words confirmed it.

"YOUR PARENTS KILLED THEM!"

Desperately fighting what I already knew was about to happen, I tried to reason with her.

"But I had nothing to do with it. I'm not my parents. We both want to be heroes remember. We're supposed to get into UA together. You said so yourself. We can do it because you and I are friends."

Slowly, the force pressing me against the wall faded away and I was able to move again. As I stepped toward Suzy, I caught a glimpse of her face. I'll never forget that look. The only word I know that could accurately describe it was...disgust. It hurt. But what she said after seeing me approach her hurt even more.

"Stay away from me! You're not a hero, and you're not my friend! I HATE YOU!"

Suzy then turned and sprinted out of the hallway, leaving me to face the harsh gazes of my classmates who had watched the entire event take place. But I didn't notice and I didn't care, all I could do was stare at the place where my supposed friend had stood not 10 seconds ago. She hates me. Just like everyone else. But she said that I was funny. That I was goofy. That I was her...f-f-friend. My knees buckling beneath me, I couldn't stop my tears anymore and I began to sob hysterically. My chest was in so much pain, like someone had ripped my heart out. As I continued to cry, Mr. Anderson eventually found me in the hallway and walked me to my bus. He lead me to the back seat before telling me he was looking forward to seeing me in class tomorrow. Even though I knew he didn't care if he ever saw me again, it didn't bother me. All I could think about was Suzy. Her words wouldn't stop echoing in my head. It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I had heard thoseexact words dozens of times before. I guess it made sense. The world couldn't take its anger out on my parents since they were locked up in some maximum security prison overseas so why not persecute their next best option: their son. As the bus pulled away, I whispered something so softly that only I could hear. I whispered what I was about to tell Suzy before class started. I whispered something anyone with a dark sense of irony would find hilarious.

I whispered, "But I don't even have a Quirk."

End of Flashback

Now you see why being friendly isn't always enough. People love to label. Some labels are good. Protector. Hero. Symbol of Peace. But others aren't. And unfortunately, I got stuck with a bad one. Dangerous. That brings me to point two of why it was hard for me to become a hero. I didn't even have a Quirk. The irony here is so perfect, it would make for a great teaching lesson. Not only did the son of America's two deadliest villains want to be a hero, he didn't pose any threat to begin with because he was a quirkless loser. That was the entire reason the government allowed my aunt to have custody over me. After doing extensive x-rays and tests, the doctors determined that I was one of the special few who would likely never develop a Quirk. They tried to ease the nerves of the nation by taking their findings public. And though it helped to a degree, society worried that I could be a late bloomer and still possibly become the evil supervillain my parents prophesied of. As such, my school life was a living hell. I was ignored mostly, but every so often some kids would beat me up to make sure I didn't think twice about turning evil. As for the whole friend deal, I once naively thought I might be able to luck out and make at least one friend. But after the whole Suzy fiasco, I stopped trying or caring altogether. I learned just how cruel the world and people in general could be, and decided it would be best to close myself off from my classmates and teachers. It's not like any of them wanted to get to know me anyway.

Nevertheless, I didn't abandon my dreams of being a pro hero who would one day walk the halls of UA Academy. There were some pretty good American hero schools, but UA was the best and like they always say, to be the best you have to train with the best. Also, UA offered that sweet little bonus of being located in Japan which meant I probably wouldn't be treated as harshly as I was here in the States. And little did I know, the path to where my dreams would become a reality began on the first day of my eighth grade year.

My name is Kaleb Lane, and this is the story of how I became one of the world's greatest heroes.

First day of Eighth Grade

Making my way through the crowded hallway, I did my best to bob and weave through the mass of students each trying to locate their first period class. Usually I would be taking the time to enjoy my anonymity which would disappear the moment my name was called during attendance, but my mind was lost elsewhere.

Oh man. Just one more year until I can apply for the UA entrance exam. I can't wait! I might not have a Quirk, but I've been focusing on my computer skills and I think I might be able to squeak by if I can come up with some awesome support tools. Too bad parts are expensive and I only get paid minimum wage. Stop it. Don't think like that. This is a new year. This is my year. Even if everyone hates me, I know I can make it. I'll get into UA. I just have to take it one day at a time.

Arriving at what I believed to be my first period class, I checked the room number with the schedule in my hand to ensure I was in the right place. Room 193. I was in the right place. The room I walked into was set up differently than most classrooms. The usual desk and chairs were replaced by ten long high top counters facing the front of the room, five rows on the left and five on the right. Each of these tables had three large sections cut out on the backside, providing room for the stools marking each of the students seats. This meant the room was capable of holding up to 30 students. I also saw a syllabus at every seat except for a few in the front. I figured this meant those seats were already taken. It wasn't a huge deal. I could choose a seat wherever there was still a syllabus Huh, kinda small for such a large middle school. Might as well grab a seat. Since I was ten minutes early, only a couple other students were in the room. I didn't have to think long about my seating choice. My spot was always the same. I made my way to the very back of the room and took the seat closest to the window.

Even though the back seats usually belonged to slackers and those who wanted to catch up on their missed sleep, I didn't choose the seat because I hated class. Quite the contrary. I actually paid attention and did well in all my classes. I knew that I would have to do extremely well on the written portion of the UA entrance exam to make up for my likely lackluster performance in the practical exam. That was the only way I had any chance of passing.

As I began taking my notebook and utensils out of my backpack, I took the time to look around the room a little more. Each side wall had counters running the entire length of the classroom. On these counters rested various forms of skeletal models, crystals, and fossils. A bunch of small paper mache dinosaurs hung from the ceiling supported by metal wires. I recognized several species including the Triceratops, Brachiosaurus, and of course the T-rex. On the back wall two posters were hung, both very large in size. One was the periodic table of the elements and the other was a chronological diagram of the different eras in Earth's history. A filing cabinet was stationed directly behind me and was covered in scientific posters ranging from simple to very complex. The front wall boasted two large chalkboards as well as a rolled projector screen that could be lowered by the controls near the light switch. The teacher's desk was positioned catty cornered on my side of the room, the back of the empty chair facing the window. Altogether, the room definitely betrayed the teacher's enthusiasm for paleontology. Well the name of the course is Paleontology 101 after all.

As more and more students began to trickle in, I noticed many if not most of them had Quirks. Although many Quirks didn't alter physical appearances that much, some did. One guy's entire body was covered in what looked to be rock while another guy had some sort of respirator-like device attached to his face. The girl who sat in front of me seemed normal barring two fleshy antennas poking out the top of her head with a ball-like swelling on the end of each. I was trying to get a better look at them when I accidentally bumped my textbook off the table. Hitting the floor with a loud thud, the noise had apparently startled the girl, causing the swellings on her antennae to open and reveal a set of eyes. This nearly gave me a heart attack and I was thankful that I managed to stop myself from screaming. Seeing this, the girl turned around in her seat promptly causing me to nearly pass out again as I observed that where her face would normally have eyeballs or eye sockets, only skin was present. My reaction also seemed to trigger her sense of humor.

"Well, well. I didn't think I would be getting EYED over on the first day of class. You like what you see?" She teased, moving her hands slowly up and down her shapely body.

Ignoring the obvious (and terrible) pun, I decided to stay silent and began preparing my notebook for today's lesson. Of course I was a guy, but I wasn't a perv, and I really didn't like girls who tried to act like they should be on the cover of a certain magazine company.

"Oh. Not much for words huh? I guess you're the strong silent type then?"

Again I ignored her and kept writing. Even though I never took my eyes off my paper, I could feel the girl literally eyeballing me, and it was really starting to creep me out.

"You sure are handsome, you know. What are you? Six foot? And that blonde hair...it really suits you. Not to mention that rockin bod of yours. I do like a man with a six pack, and yours is up their with the best of them. How often do you work out?"

I was doing my best to stay silent but something she said caught my attention. I remembered that I was wearing a short sleeve button-down with a t-shirt underneath. Two layers of clothes meant that no one should be able to tell that I had abs, much less a six pack. Wait a minute. Does that mean? I suddenly felt very exposed, and wrapped my hands around my torso.

"Oooh. Brains and brawn. I guess you figured out my Quirk then. It's X-ray Vision. I can adjust the strength of it depending on what I want to see through. In your case, I just needed to look past those-might I say-dated clothes and now I can see every nook and cranny of that hot body."

"H-H-Hey, you can't violate someone's privacy like that!" I argued weakly before another realization dawned on me. "Wait a minute! You didn't peek.."

"Relax, Mr. Modesty. I didn't check out that special friend of yours."

Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been a nightmare.

"Much." She added with a wink before turning around.

I was contemplating the various ways in which I could murder this girl without getting caught when the morning bell rang. It wasn't long before our teacher stepped into the classroom. I had many teachers in my life, but this one was very different from any of the others. He was around my height, and although he was leaner than me, he appeared to also be quite muscular. At least, that's what I thought even though most of his body was concealed by a white lab coat with what looked like a black t-shirt. This was quite shocking considering the guy looked to be in his early sixties. He had short black hair with flecks of grey sprinkled in as well as a very small goatee that covered the tip of his chin and tapered up to his bottom lip. His face was still taught but some wrinkles had begun to appear, especially around his eyes and forehead. The guy honestly looked like he needed a good night's sleep. A thin pair of wire-rim glasses helped to round out the seasoned professor look. And while he seemed to have aged well aesthetically, it was the manner in which he moved that seemed strange. Straight posture. Swift movements. And an intimidating gaze that silenced the entire class when he made his way to the front of the room. As he introduced himself, I noticed his voice was odd as well. He spoke bluntly, but his tone had a soothing and calming effect. His voice was the final piece of the puzzle, and I recognized why his appearance and behavior seemed both familiar and unusual. The moment he said stated his name, I knew instantly that our history teacher was a veteran hero.

"Hello, everyone. Welcome to Reefside Middle School. I'm Dr. Thomas Oliver, and I'll be your instructor. I'm looking forward to teaching you everything I know."

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That's right. Tommy Oliver. The original green Power Ranger and my personal favorite superhero. Watching MHA reminded me a lot of watching Power Rangers when I was a kid and inspired me to write this story. I just think the themes of both shows blend well together. But don't worry, this story is going to take a more serious approach to the Power Rangers instead of being super campy like the shows. Even if your not a fan of Power Rangers, I encourage you to still read the story. You do not have to know a lot about the Power Rangers as I will be changing some things from the current Power Rangers continuity so Tommy being in the MHA world makes sense. Some of you may already have figured out where I'm going with this story. I would really appreciate it if you review my story so I make it the best it can be. Thanks and enjoy the next chapter which will be out fairly soon.