Yay, it's my next project! Due to the shortness of these chapters, I'm going to be trying posting them twice a week instead of just once, so I hope you enjoy!

Here's the beginning, now with more Monoma.

"Heh, stupid Deku still doesn't even have his quirk!" the five-year-old Katsuki Bakugo laughed as the four boys walked through the forest, letting small explosions crackle across his fingers as he led the way, "You're so weak, Deku!"

"That's okay, Kacchan!" The small, green-haired child called from the back of the group, struggling to keep up as he carried all their bug cages and nets, Izuku Midoriya just smiling, "I'm sure I'll get one soon! And it'll be as cool as yours!"

"Yeah right!" Katsuki laughed, "No body's quirk is as cool as mine!"

"You're right!" Izuku laughed, "It always glows the brightest!"

"Haha, Deku is saying weird stuff again!" the other two boys laughed, one flapping his small wings as the other extended his fingers, "You're never gonna get a quirk at this rate!"

"I will too!" Izuku said back, still smiling, "It's just taking so long cause it's gonna be extra awesome!"

"Yeah right!"

"Hey mom, what do you think my quirk is going to be?" Izuku asked as he sat at the small table in their kitchen, playing with his All Might action figure, "Do you think it'll be like yours? Or dads?"

"Oh, I don't know, Izuku," Inko laughed as she looked at her son, his face screwed up in intense concentration, "Maybe it'll be a combination of both? Maybe you could…pull fire towards you? Maybe even control it."

"That would be cool," Izuku muttered, looking up at the woman, "Hey mom, how does your quirk work?"

"Hmm? Oh, you know what my quirk is, Izuku. I can pull small objects towards myself," she replied.

"No, I know what it is," Izuku said firmly, "I want to know how it works."

"How?" Inko blinked, turning to her son, "Oh, well…Uhm… the easiest way I can describe it is…It's like I can make a string between my hand and something. Then I can just…pull it towards me."

"Like a string…" the child muttered, pursing his lips as he held out a hand, flexing his fingers slightly, making Inko chuckle as she turned back to the food she was preparing. And froze.

The knife was floating. It was slowly floating through the air off the counter. Or, more accurately, it was being pulled through the air in short bursts, in exactly the same way that her quirk did. She turned back to her son, seeing him imitate the hand movements she used to help focus her quirk, his eyes wide as an excited smile spread across his lips.

"Mom! I have a quirk! It's just like yours! My hands are glowing just like yours!" the boy shouted, losing concentration as he jumped up, the knife clattering to the floor as Inko scooped him up in her arms.

"Yes! Yes, you do!" Inko sobbed, hugging her son close to her chest, "You have a quirk just like mom's."

"Hey Kacchan! How does your quirk work?!"

Inko watched as Izuku ran across the park towards his friend, Mitsuki sitting on the bench beside her.

"So, he got your telekinesis thing, huh?" the blond woman laughed, patting Inko on the shoulder, "Congratulations! It'll be a hell of a lot easier for you to adjust than it's been for me. My brat has been trying to blow up everything he can get his grubby little hands on since his came in!"

"Thank you, Mitsuki," Inko sighed, watching as Izuku waved his arms around excitedly, gesturing with his hands as Katsuki scowled at him, "I'm sure it wi-."

Her words were cut off by the loud bang, a cloud of smoke erupting between the two boys.

"Goddammit, Katsuki!" Mitsuki yelled as she jumped to her feet, yanking a thick blanket out of her bag as she bolted towards the two boys, "I told you to be careful with your quirk!"

"I didn't do anything!" the young blond screeched as he sat stunned on the ground, "It was Deku! His hands blew up! Like mine!"

"What?" Inko gasped as she caught up, staring at her son as he curled up on the floor, clutching his hands to his stomach. The worried mother immediately fell to her knees in front of him, "Izuku, sweety. Let me see your hands. Please. I need to make sure they aren't hurt."

"It was too big," the boy sniffled as he let her pull his hands out, turning them palm up, gasping at the sight. Red, raw skin met her gaze, like her son had tried to hold onto a firecracker when it went off.

"Izuku…how?"

Mitsuki produced a bottle of burn cream, helping Inko slather it onto his scorched palms as he whimpered, Katsuki stepping away as he stared at Izuku, a look of shock on his face.

"I…I just…made the light look like Kacchan's," Izuku managed between his sobs, "Like I did with your quirk. But it…it was so big. It hurts."

"Light?" Mitsuki blinked, turning to look at her son, "What light, brat?"

"How should I know!" Katsuki shouted back, "The weirdo is always going on about people glowing and kept asking me how my quirk worked! Then he used it!"

"Used it? Used what?" she barked back, making the child scowl at her.

"MY QUIRK!" Katsuki screamed, "THAT FREAK USED MY QUIRK!"

"Inko," Mitsuki said slowly, shock in her eyes as she turned to the fussing woman and her son, "I don't think Izuku's quirk is like yours."

"Hello, my name is Junko Neitori," the young man introduced himself as he sat at the small desk pressed against the wall of the tiny office, "Sorry about the state of things. There isn't much of a demand for what I specialize in, so I don't have the biggest office."

"That's quite alright," Inko hummed as Izuku clutched his All Might action figure on the stool beside her, staring intently at the other man, "So you're a…?"

"I'm a quirk specialist," Neitori said, his smile stretching a little further across his face, "Well, more accurately, I'm a specialist who specializes in a specific kind of quirk."

"Quirks like my son's?" Inko nodded, "Like Izuku's."

"Yes!" the man said, nodding enthusiastically, "Quirks that can copy other quirks. You know, some people say that they're even rarer than Healing quirks! And I'd believe them! Izuku is only my third patient! And I've searched across the whole of Japan!"

"O-oh," Inko hummed, slightly nervous around the stranger. It had taken the two of them over three hours to get to the small office, taking multiple trains and buses to finally arrive at the specialized clinic in which they now sat. Inko had no idea how they would afford the transport costs if they had to come here too often, though from what their family doctor had said, they may have to come as much as once a week.

"Yes! Isn't it amazing?" Neitori hummed as he sat back in his chair, a slightly dreamy look crossing his face, "Quirks that can replicate the effects of other quirks. That can allow a person to use the power that is seen as so personal to the individual. I think it's amazing."

"I-is that so," Inko muttered, looking down, "It's just…I'm worried that-."

"That he'll be ostracized for 'not having his own quirk'?" the man finished, Inko nodding in surprise as he gave her a solemn look, "There is a risk of that. Though it's false. Your son most definitely does have his own quirk, and it is an amazing one!"

"Y-yes, but I'm still worried."

"And you have every right to be," the man said calmingly, patting her gently on the hand, "You're his mother, it's your job to worry about him. But don't worry, we offer the absolute best quality quirk evaluation and counselling here. And, if you're willing to let me use some of the data I gather from Izuku's sessions to write some papers, we can cover the cost of the sessions. Even the transport costs. I know that this clinic is a little out of the way."

"Y-you could?" Inko gasped, the man nodding happily.

"Of course," Neitori chuckled, "Your son is a very rare case. We don't want to lose out on the opportunity of learning from him just because of a little thing like money."

"Why don't you glow?" the sudden question made both of them jump as Izuku spoke, the child still staring at Neitori, "Mr. Ukinawa doesn't glow, but he's really old. So why don't you glow?"

"Glow?" the quirk specialist asked, smiling kindly when the boy gave a sharp nod, giving a thoughtful expression for a moment before he answered, "Well that's simple. I'm Quirkless."

"Deku, you freak! Stay away from me!" 6-year-old Katsuki shouted as he ran across the playground, the other children scattering as the green-haired boy followed after him.

"What's wrong, Kacchan? I just want to play Heroes and Villains with you guys!" He called as the other children stared at him.

"Yeah right! You just want to steal our quirks!" Katsuki spat as he glared at Izuku, making sure to keep at least 2 meters away from the boy, "You're a freak with a freak's quirk!"

"I'm not!" Izuku shouted back, tears beginning to run down his cheeks as he sobbed, "Neitori-sensei says my quirk is really cool! You're just scared of it! Kacchan is being a coward!"

"I'm not scared of you!" Katsuki shrieked back, charging forwards suddenly, his hands sparking as he leapt on top of Izuku, "You take that back now! I'm not scared of anyone! Especially not you!"

The punch hit Izuku in the jaw, making his head ring as he was pushed to the ground, Katsuki sitting on top of him as he punched Izuku again and again. Izuku cowered under his arms, trying to protect his face as the blond continued to punch at him, explosions popping in his hands as he attacked the 6-year-old.

Izuku panicked, reaching out with his quirk, trying to grab at any quirk that could possibly help. But nothing was working, he couldn't focus enough to make his light look like theirs. He could hear Tsukasa-sensei and Kumo-sensei running over, the feelings of their quirks looming over the two children for a moment before Bakugo was lifted off Izuku.

"Midoriya, are you okay?" Kumo-sensei, the small woman who looked remarkably like a teddy bear asked, helping him sit up as she brushed some of the dirt off of him.

"Kacchan…" he mumbled, blinking away his tears as he looked at the blond that was still raging in the other teacher's arms, "KACCHAN IS A COWARD! HE'S SCARED OF ME! I HATE KACCHAN!"

"Izuku, I heard you had a fight at kindergarten," Neitori-sensei hummed as they sat in his small office, the quirk specialist leafing through a few pages in the massive file he had on Izuku, "I hope you're doing okay."

"Kacchan is a coward," the 6-year-old huffed, "It's not fair, I just want to be his friend and he always yells at me! It's just like you said! He's scared of my quirk!"

"Maybe," the man hummed, "But he's also a child, just like you. Coward is a very strong word, so maybe you shouldn't use it so freely."

"But you said-," Izuku started.

"I said adults who hate you for your quirk are cowards," Neitori-sensei corrected, leaning back in his chair as he inspected the green-haired child, "Izuku, there's someone I want you to meet. One of my other patients. I think the two of you might be able to become friends."

Izuku played with his favorite All Might action figure in the corner of the small waiting room that was attached to Neitori's office, his mother talking quietly with the quirk specialist and the secretary as they waited for someone. The young boy looked up as the door opened, a young-looking blonde woman wearing a pair of cotton gloves walking in, a small child close on her heels, hiding behind her long skirt. Izuku pursed his lips as he looked at them, concentrating for a moment as he stared.

He blinked as he saw their quirks, both glowing around their hands, though the lights were different in a strange way. He could definitely tell that the two were related, both quirks feeling like they took something from whoever the two touched, but the child's seemed to take something far deeper than the woman's quirk. Izuku wasn't sure how he was so certain of this, as he'd only just started learning how to use his quirk to identify different aspects of people's quirks. But he was sure.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Monoma-san," Neitori said as the blond woman walked into the waiting room, a friendly smile on her face as she greeted the specialist.

"Not at all, Neitori-sensei. Neito has been excited to meet this new person since you mentioned him," the woman looked around the reception area, her gaze falling on Izuku, "Is that him?"

"Yes, and this is his mother," Neitori said as he introduced Inko, the two women nodding politely to each other.

"Inko Midoriya, it's nice to meet you," Inko said, holding out her hand.

"Risa Monoma, the pleasure is all mine, Midoriya-san," the woman said, hesitating to take the hand for a moment, before shaking it. Looking behind her skirt, she smiled at the small blond boy hiding behind her, "Come now, Neito, come out and say hello."

Izuku looked up at the two women's talking, gasping when the blond boy stepped out from behind his mother, the green-haired child jumping to his feet and running towards them.

"Hi! Are you Neato? I'm Izuku!" Izuku said as he rushed up, skidding to a halt when the boy shrieked in fear, shooting back behind his mother.

"S-STAY AWAY!" he yelled, "I'LL STEAL YOUR QUIRK IF YOU TOUCH ME!"

"Neito," his mother sighed as she crouched down to try comfort the boy, Izuku staring at him in shock, "That's not true, you copy quirks. You can't take them away. Say it with me, Neito, I don't steal…"

"I-I c-copy," the blond sniffed as he clung to his mother's neck, "I don't steal, I copy."

Izuku stared as the tears ran down the blonde's face, muttering quietly as his mother soothed him. This boy was just like him. And just like Izuku, people probably didn't like him for his quirk. Something in Izuku snapped, a rage he didn't know he could feel boiling up inside him.

"They're cowards!"

The shout startled the three adults and one child as they all looked at Izuku, the green-haired boy scowling slightly at Neito as the blond sniffled.

"They're all cowards! They're just scared of you cause our quirks are so cool!" Izuku stated as he walked up to Neito, holding out his hand, "I can copy quirks too! They also don't like me, but that's cause they're cowards!"

"Izuku!" Inko gasped as she stepped forwards to scold her son, pausing when Neitori put a hand on her shoulder, giving the two boys an interested look.

"Hold on," He whispered, "Neito has a really bad complex about his quirk. That's why I wanted them to meet. This may just be what he needs."

"What he needs?" Inko asked as Neito reached out, carefully taking Izuku's hand, gasping a moment later.

"Yes," Neitori said as Neito looked at his mother in awe, "A friend."

"Mama," the blonde gasped, "You're glowing!"