A Quirk, something so amazing and yet unknown. With Over 80% of the world's population having them, the days of the past where super-humans were merely comic book fiction had long passed. With each being unique in its own way, it fascinated scientists even to this day, maybe this is why the technological advances of the world had come grinding to a halt, after all, invention is driven by curiosity, or at least that's what I like to say. But just like anything else that came from nature, quirks were dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly mysterious. Scientists said you could only have one quirk, and yet so many people were born with multiple, some quirks even let you copy quirks, in fact, I bet there was a quirk out there that let you steal quirks, or even create them. But it was this inconsistency that drove people to keep studying them, even two hundred years after their appearance. Because why could two quirked people produce someone without a quirk? Why could a person defy physics and the basics of the universe with a quirk? How did mutations happen in quirks? And why could twins be born, and yet have one of them possess a quirk and leave the other to the sharks?
I suppose that was the true reason for my rant, I could not wrap my head around this simple question as I stared at my brother. We had just visited the doctor's office if you could even call it that. I suppose it was more of a quirk analyst office now, compared to a doctor's office. After all, though healing quirks were rare, there were still many out there. So if anyone truly needed healing, they would go to the registered officials with healing quirks, as compared to a normal doctor's office. But still, how could my brother be predicted to not have a quirk, and yet I am? Maybe it's because we weren't identical twins, but instead fraternal? I suppose I should talk a little about my brother to understand that better. Izuku Midoriya, a shorter than average young boy with curly green hair that stuck up at odd angles and was cut short. He also had large, round eyes the same color as his hair, which paired with the round face he inherited from our mother, gave him an innocent appearance. But what I found most interesting about my brother were the pair of perfectly symmetrical freckles that formed the shape of a diamond on each cheek, something unusually perfect on a human being, which was imperfect in nature. I, on the other hand, had a much lighter shade of green as my hair color, styled in a long disheveled layer style. I also had a much sharper face, something my mom, Inko Midoriya, said came from my father, Hisashi Midoriya, not that I had ever met him. I also had light green almond eyes, which my mom said accentuated my smile, not that I cared much for looks. I would like to say I was on the taller side for kids my age so far, but being four that wasn't much of an accomplishment. Though I did often tease Izuku because of this fact.
I had often wondered before if both me and Izuku had intelligence quirks. We were much more advanced than the blundering kids we had seen at the park while playing, though I suppose adults looked at us in much the same manner. But this visit had shut that down. Though scientists could not pinpoint a quirk's true ability by checking the quirk genes, they could tell if it was activated or not. The quirks genes in one's body were usually dormant until around the age of four, which is when a human's body would be able to reasonably handle the abilities granted upon them by their biological gifts. But there were exceptions, of course, I had read online about how some people had such unusually odd quirks, that caused their bodies to not activate their quirk genes until around six or seven. There was even a fascinating case about a quirk not appearing until its holder was eighteen, and had granted the user the ability to think many different things at once. They had ended up calling their quirk "Multi-Channeling," from what I read, and I had similarly reacted in horror upon learning that if the quirk genes had activated before the age of eighteen, the person could have had extreme brain damage. So this meant that while doctors could not diagnose someone, "Quirkless," just by looking at genes, they had instead come up with an alternative. Taking x-rays and cross-checking data, they had speculated similar traits that appeared in those who are quirkless and did not appear in those who are quirked. The most common among these features being the extra joint in the pinky toe. So while not extremely precise, a doctor could give a low-ball estimate as to whether someone would activate a quirk in life or not.
My brother was still stuck with that blank look on his face. Glancing at the mirror in the car, I could see the small amount of water gathered around my mom's eyes, signaling she was about to cry. I knew why. How could I not? Izuku wanted to be a hero. No, wanted was not a strong enough word. Izuku yearned to become a hero, with every molecule of his being. That was all he talked about, day and night, All Might this, Quirk that, Pro Hero Rankings there. It was what motivated him, and that stupid friend of his, Kacchan… I think? Or maybe his name was Bakugan? No, that was a pre-quirk toy. Well, it didn't matter, because hearing that Izuku would be quirkless had crushed him. I could still see the hope draining from his eyes. After all, when had there been a quirkless hero before? I had looked them up in the past out of curiosity, but all that came up were stats and graphs about quirkless percentages. Which wasn't that bad, until you remembered that 90% of quirkless people nowadays were over sixty and couldn't care less. I sighed at seeing my mom's eyes truly start to leak tears. She and Izuku were always the emotional ones, while I considered myself to be the level-headed logical one. Mom always gushed over me and said I looked like a mini-version of my dad when I would give her the blank stare. She and Izuku supplied our household with enough tears and emotions as it was, thank you very much.
We finally arrived at our apartment, no words being spoken. As soon as we were in the living room, Izuku pulled up a chair to the computer and opened up the video of All Might's debut, something that had never failed to put a smile on his face before. But this time, all I saw on his face was despair, and tears started to quickly flow out. Our mom had quickly rushed to his side, crying along with him. I could see words being spoken, but all I could hear was the static of the air. As much as I hate to admit it, My mom and Izuku were my pillars, they provided boundless happiness that never failed to keep all of us positive, but this overwhelming air of pure despair that clouded the apartment seemed to take hold of me. I could feel its cold tendrils sinking into me, and dragging away all my happiness. I hated it. Why was the world so cruel? Why was my brother, someone with a heart of pure gold and filled to the brim with heroic potential, now the lowest dreg of society because he didn't have a stupid ability? Weren't quirks supposed to make us happy, weren't they supposed to be the sign of evolution, advancement? Then why did I hate the idea of them so much right now?
And then it struck me, why couldn't he be a hero? I knew the answer, it was because humans equated quirkless to the humans of 200 years ago, those that weren't special, and were sometimes compared to flocks of sheep with no individuality. But when one truly looked into the evidence, wasn't this stupid? I had watched many hero debut videos where the hero had a minor quirk that in no way augmented stamina or strength, and yet seemed to shrug off the attacks villains that had strength enhancement quirks. Which didn't seem to add up, unless the quirk genes inside of quirkless weren't truly useless. And this truly sent my mind spiraling, did quirk genes have a passive ability to boost the potential of the body? This would explain why a four-year-old wouldn't just explode when they activated their strength enhancement quirk, after all, their bodies should not be able to contain that. Unless the quirk genes truly did affect the human body. Which meant, a quirkless person, if trained enough, could easily become a hero. Of course, I didn't know the extent to which a person's body could be pushed. But if there was one place I knew I could find this, it was the internet. Truly a marvelous thing. I had gotten a laptop from my mom for my birthday a year ago, after weeks upon weeks of begging. At first, this laptop was meant for me to watch hero debut videos, as I couldn't use the computer in our living room as that was pretty much Izuku's property, and I did not find it interesting to rewatch All Might's debut over and over. But then I had discovered the wonders of the Internet, and the endless tomes of knowledge it possessed. Want to know the distance to the moon, it was there, the weight of a blue whale, also there, the bloody history of the vigilante period during the dawn of quirks, right there and accessible to any four-year-old who could get their hands on a device. And so I knew what I needed to do, I needed to get rid of this depression and darkness that clogged my home. Banish it and return my family to the light, like a hero! I chuckled silently to myself at that thought, before quickly rushing up the stairs to my shared room with Izuku, trying my hardest to ignore the melancholic scene that played out behind me.
It was hard, I was angry, there was no other way to put it. If a regular in-depth quirk analysis about a quirk that altered some of the concepts of the universe was a rabbit hole, then this was a worm-hole to another galaxy that bent the laws of space and time. And If I hadn't known about the rampant discrimination and abuse of quirkless individuals before, then I did now. It didn't help that I got angrier by the day, my mom and Izuku still hadn't cheered up and I could swear that the shadows on the walls were moving towards me, threatening to swallow me whole in the tsunami of despair. And if that wasn't bad, then the tension that couldn't even be cut by a lightsaber that had permeated Izuku and I's figure at school sure didn't help. Izuku knew that the second he was most likely quirkless slipped, his promise with his friend would break. But I knew what would truly happen, after all, I had read first-hand accounts of it. It was terrible. I could not allow it to happen. What kind of sister would I be if I allowed those monstrous acts to happen to my brother. No. What kind of human would I be if I let those monstrous acts happen to one of my kind. It was this knowledge that made the guillotine hanging over Izuku's neck visible, this knowledge that made my steps feel like they were trekking through mud each day as I walked closer to his execution every time we left for school.
I was trying, trying to find proof that he could be a hero. My family was falling apart. I could see cracks in the pillars that held us up, I could hear the creaking as it threatened to buckle. My mom had started stress eating, Izuku had turned into this empty wooden doll, and I wasn't much better. My normally composed face was constantly scrunched up, my eyes bloodshot with large bags under them from hours of searching through the deepest parts of the web. My once peaceful life now had a shadow lurking over it, ticking with the impending doom as our lives imploded. I didn't know what to do, I was too young to make a difference. What could I do to hold up the cracks in our home? My thoughts came screeching to a halt as I saw a post that immediately caught my attention. I was currently browsing through a somewhat questionable index that held lab details of some morally questionable experiments that had to do with quirks. The article was titled, "The Reactions of Quirk Genes in the Human Body." Most people wouldn't understand the repercussions of this, but I did. This was what I was searching for. I immediately recognized the author, a man named Johnathon Burke who was an upcoming researcher from the States. The man did not have a good reputation in the community, many claiming he was too eccentric and his goals too grand, with his thoughts being too unorthodox. I could see now why that was. He might as well re-name the article 'What Can a Quirkless Do." I quickly clicked the link and was brought to a page with swaths of words, something my eyes saw often for the past week. Reading the article, it was a detailed page about how Johnathon had taken a plain quirkless teen and brutally trained them for two years. As I saw the stats, my eyes widened. This was it! This was proof that my brother could be a hero. This was the piece of information that could hold up my family. It was like I found a magic glue that could fix the cracks that seemed to get large by the day. Of course, a more in-depth reading showed that this exact method was irreproducible. Jonathan had access to a state-of-the-art training facility, expensive modified food that was perfect in energy and nutrition count, and subjected that teen to a schedule that was in-human, at least if you wanted to do anything but train. But this was only two years, Izuku had eleven. Though that wasn't factoring that he couldn't safely train his muscles until around thirteen, that didn't mean that Izuku would be powerless.
I walked down the stairs, the living room owning the same somber mood it had for the past week. I had my laptop clutched tightly in my small, childish hands. It felt as though it weighed far more than it did normally. My mom was sitting at our kitchen table, staring at the wall like usual. She hadn't broken out of her trance yet, as she had nothing to distract her from it. My mom usually spent all her time doing things around the house or playing with Izuku and me, considering she didn't have a job. My father supplied us with all our money, being part of a prosperous company across the seas. Izuku was also staring blankly at the monitor, replaying his favorite video once more. There hadn't been much communication this last week, the weight of the world still on all of our shoulders. I sat at the table across from my mom. Working up courage, I brought my laptop down on the wooden table, its metal bottom reverberating and catching both of their attention in the impossibly quiet room. I silently motioned for Izuku to come to the table, the room silent as we all sat at the table. Maybe it was the tendrils of darkness that always seemed to grab at my mouth when I tried to speak that kept me quiet, and maybe the same applied to Izuku and mom. I silently opened the laptop and showed it to them, it was currently opened up to a page of summarized information and my sources. It was clear, concise, and just what it needed to be. So it sat there as I waited in anticipation, staring directly at each of them and noting even the smallest of twitches.
Ages passed, what should have been only a couple of minutes of reading had turned into centuries of intense staring. I could feel my breath hitching with each tiny adjustment in their facial features. The silence dragged on, it layered upon itself and I could feel myself being crushed under it. This was the only chance, if this didn't work everything would spiral out of control faster than Izuku could say All Might. And all at once, time seemed to stop. The sound of sniffles filled the air. Something I hadn't heard in a while, it seemed depression could dry up tears. Tearing my eyes away from their mouths and focusing on their eyes, I could finally see the slight dampness in the corner of my mom and Izuku's eyes, along with the spark of life returning. Then he smiled. Izuku channeled the sun through his smile and banished the darkness that had taken our home hostage for that dreadful week. I could feel the boulder that had seemed to weigh on my shoulder roll-off, as the shackles that made every task seem like I was underwater unclamped themselves and slivered away. The darkness which had once clamped my jaw shut was blasted away as I let out a cry of relief and hugged them. My pillars were secure again. I could feel their joyful energy filling my soul once again, as the past week of suffering seemed to be just one bad nightmare. I joined Izuku and mom for once, bawling my eyes out in happiness.
"Please, never let that happen again." My voice sounded dry, yet desperate and full of hope. All I got was a chuckle from my mom as she pulled me in closer and a rapid head-shaking-yes from Izuku. After a long while of hugging, we were finally let go. My eyes felt irritated from crying so much, but that did not matter at this moment. And suddenly my instincts acted up like I suddenly knew what to do. Looking Izuku dead in the eyes, I suddenly opened my mouth and gave him the five words he needed most. "You can be a hero." And with those words, my pillars were bolstered. They seemed to be strengthened to diamond and pierced the heavens. They were now filled with an unbreakable determination. And I figured, just like how Izuku and mom were the pillars to hold me grounded, I would be their guiding light, their beacon in this dark world. And with that declaration in my heart, light itself seemed to surround all of us, like the wings of an angel, and I felt the warmth within me. This was my purpose, my quirk, to be the light of my family. Oh, I suppose I also forgot to tell you my name, didn't I? Well, my name is Hina Midoriya. The only daughter of the ever-loving Inko Midoriya, never-here Hisashi Midoriya, and twin of the golden-hearted Izuku Midoriya.
But in our happiest moment, with my quirk manifesting and Izuku's dream reaffirmed, no one noticed that the shadows out of reach that seemed to curl expectantly, wanting to breach the all-encompassing light and nestle deep within our hearts once more. Because what held together the cracks was merely glue.
"How fascinating…" The doctor said as he observed the balls of light bouncing around us, Izuku giggling as he grabbed at one, while the ball flew out his reach. It was the day after I had presented my findings to Izuku and my mom, and we were now at the doctor's office once again because of my manifesting quirk. Yesterday had been quite the storm, as after reading the document, Izuku immediately begged to start training. My mom, being as protective as she was, stood quite strongly against his weathering attacks, but no one could resist Izuku's bright smile. So now she was researching different martial art types and nearby dojos that would take young students. Of course, I was also dragged into this, being one of the conditions Izuku would have to follow if he wanted to be trained. I tried to resist, but no one does win against that smile. So overall, while a hectic day, I couldn't be happier.
"I don't quite understand what it is though… Is it a form of fire, is it light? Or is it electricity?" I could hear my mom muttering up a storm. I suppose this is where Izuku got it from, they both had a great talent for analyzing things, especially quirks. Although considering her quirk being a minor form of telekinesis and my father's quirk being the release of fire from his mouth, my quirk is probably something along the lines of manipulating an energy type.
"While I could classify it as an emitter type in the energy manipulation category, it is much more than that. Your daughter's quirk, while at first appearing to be an emitter, is actually a fusion between a mutant and an emitter quirk. You see, while it appears your daughter is merely controlling these 'balls of light,' it is much more complex. You see, your daughter's quirk has quite literally completely remade her body, along with growing another organ inside of her body. From the scans of her body, I couldn't help but be blown away. It seems that this organ has somehow developed and turned into a compact tokamak, or an experimental device from the pre-quirk era that used nuclear fusion. This device was scrapped when quirks appeared because we now had quirks that easily made electricity and the project would just take too much effort and funding when we can easily use electricity-emitting quirks, though they are less efficient. Another property of this organ appears to be the formation of an advanced thermoelectric generator that converts the heat made by the thermal energy in nuclear fusion to electrical energy. I mentioned it being advanced because, with the technology we have, there is no way of replicating it considering the limitations in current advancement. Of course, this includes the part where I mentioned your daughter's whole body has changed. Because if it hadn't, I'm not sure if Japan would still be on the map. You have to understand that nuclear fusion is what is used by stars to burn and create energy, and it is also what is used to make hydrogen bombs. So your daughter is a walking natural disaster that could potentially end the human race as we know it. Luckily, it seems your daughter's body has developed into some kind of giant, advanced human-sized battery. All of her muscles constantly have electrical energy produced from the organ going through them, giving her practically limitless energy, as well as constantly stimulating her body. Her bones seem to have become like diamonds, meaning the atoms in her bones are connected to their neighbors with covalent bonds so strong that no ions or free electrons are there, meaning no electrical energy, which means they act as a kind of insulator. And of course, by telling you the strengths, I must tell you the weaknesses. Currently, your daughter is expelling large amounts of electrical energy through her pores. But most of the energy currently is also being absorbed into the atmosphere, where you can think of thunderstorms as the giant batteries that are taking this energy. Another thing is that though your daughter has practically infinite energy, this does not equate to no muscle fatigue. What I meant when I said infinite energy was that you only have to eat food for its nutrients from now on. Of course, like any other electrical quirk user, your daughter might have to worry about accidentally frying herself, but it seems her body has already compensated for that risk." The man finally finished, a grin still on his face. My mother and I sat there stunned, though I couldn't understand much of what he said. My mother, on the other hand, looked contemplatively. I made sure to write a couple of words I couldn't understand in the new notebook I had gotten, writing in a notebook was a habit both me and my brother picked up.
"So, Hina won't be accidentally shocking us?" My mother asked hesitantly, and at that, the doctor seemed to laugh to himself.
"Well, you have been holding her hand the whole time, so I will probably say no. Though, I guess we will have to worry about an increase in thunderstorms in the future." The man seemed to snicker at his joke, as my mother and I gave him a blank look. Still, glancing at my brother and the balls of light he was playing with, I opened my palm and focused that ever-present flow in my body towards it. Another ball of light appeared in my hand and I started to make it bounce up and down. It felt like I had another limb, using it to control the balls. It was an indescribable feeling, just like how one couldn't describe how using an arm worked, or imagine what a third arm would feel like. But like any other muscle, I could feel the strain of controlling the many balls of light populating the office at once.
"So if that is the mutation part, then what is the emitter part?" I asked the man, still bouncing the light ball up and down. He looked over at me, and it seemed the grin on his face became even larger. It appears that I have found an even bigger quirk enthusiast than my mother and Izuku combined.
"You see, that is the most interesting part! Since most people with this type of emitter quirk do not have enough electrical energy around them or in their bodies, they subconsciously draw from the atmosphere. This takes a lot more energy out of them and that also weakens their maximum potential. Of course, this problem could be avoided by having a large battery near them, but that would be tedious and annoying, especially if one is a pro-hero. And of course, most people automatically equate electrical energy to lightning, especially now with so many quirks that use it. But that is merely because they lack the finesse to do anything else, merely focusing on pure power. But electrical energy can do so much more, like create light, heat, and provide power to practically everything around us. Your emitter quirk draws electrical energy straight from your body and the energy being released around you, meaning your quirk will be much faster and more powerful. Of course, being around a fellow electricity emitter quirk will boost their power greatly. But where their quirks focus on power, your's has diversity." The doctor went on a rant again.
We were walking out of the office now, while I was still contemplating things I could do. It was cool that I had the power of a hydrogen bomb inside of me, but considering I could only use only a minuscule amount of it, and any more would blow me to smithereens, it was more terrifying than cool. I was pretty sure I could train to be a hero, but most of the training would have to be in control. It takes very little electricity, especially near the heart or brain, to kill someone. And that's not including the dangerous situations heroes find themselves in. It's not uncommon for a hero to push their quirks to the limit, something while theoretically I could do, but would put everyone in perilous danger of being blown to kingdom come.
"Your quirk is so cool, Hina! You could be such a cool hero, and you can… you can make giant arms of electricity out of your quirk as you did with those cool balls of light! Did you know…" And Izuku went on with an onslaught of words that my ears couldn't comprehend because it was going too fast. Well, if being a hero didn't work out, he could always be a rapper. I would never tell him that though, anything but being a hero was practically blasphemy to him. Though the idea of electrical constructs was a good idea, in theory, it would only be useful for fighting villains unless I trained myself to be able to prevent electrical energy from leaking out of the construct whenever it touched anything. Something practically impossible for me right now, considering I could barely control a couple of electrical spheres. It seems that training the emitter part of my quirk is going to be quite the task, considering that the mutant side handled itself and would just grow with me. This means that I am practically required to train my body. I had read about quirks being more powerful than their users in the past, but owning one and knowing what it could do is quite a frightful experience.
The car ride home was a peaceful one, I was half-listening to Izuku blab about quirks and half-listening to the talk show mom had put on the radio. Izuku was thinking up a bunch of cool moves and possibilities, which I stored away for later, while also talking about his friend Kacchan's quirk. His friend had a quirk that produced a nitroglycerin-like substance instead of sweat. The interesting part was that it was only usable in his hands, meaning that it was also probably a mutant-emitter quirk. Considering that his sweat had been replaced by the nitroglycerin-like substance. While the part that activates it would be found in his hands. Many of the ideas Izuku came up with were also quite useful, like platforms of electricity. Considering that electrical energy has mass, if I gathered enough of it I could make a strong enough physical body to stand on. But even with all this information, the only thing that mattered was that I now could protect Izuku. With this quirk, it didn't matter that he would one day step up to the gallows and announce himself quirkless, because I would be there to snatch him back. What could those other pathetic children do, Izuku was much more important than them, quirkless or not. Izuku was a true hero, but the rest of those children were mere fakes, only in it because of how the word hero was twisted in today's age. And I would always be the guiding light, a beacon for Izuku that purified the darkness those other lowly classmates tried to stack onto Izuku. A determined glint entered my eyes as I looked at my innocent brother go on about the coolness of quirks. I leaned back in my seat, content with closing my eyes and knowing that I would be the one to hold this family together, no matter what.
It had been a week now, and I suppose this event is happening because of Izuku's nature. He just didn't have it in him to lie. Watching everyone else use their quirks made him come home every day with a sad look in his eyes, even though he diligently recorded every single one he saw in his notebook. But I was mad, what was the point of the law if no one enforced it. You were not supposed to use quirks inside of public areas, and though it was a stupid law, it was a law nonetheless. Why people allowed school children to go around bullying others with a quirk, and yet arrested vigilantes who were doing something positive was a question I would never have an answer to. That, and I couldn't see what Izuku found so interesting about those quirks. How useless was extending your neck? It just made a weak spot even larger, it was effectively working against the user. And extending your fingers? What were you going to be, the grabbing hero? His quirk didn't even strengthen his finger, it just made them stretchable!
But today was the day, he was going to tell the class he was quirkless. I knew it was coming, and I could pretty easily guess what the class's reaction was going to be. Still, if he just trained for a couple of years he could easily pass his quirklessness off as a minor body augmentation quirk, though doing this would undermine his hard work. He could also just lie and say he had an intelligence quirk, but I knew Izuku would never do that. The school day had just ended and I could already feel my body tense up. The constant surge of energy running through me seemingly sped up slightly. But what if this class was different from what I read online? What if they didn't care that he was quirkless? Positive thoughts invaded my pessimistic mind in a way to calm myself down. As much as I knew they were false, I couldn't help but hope that he would be accepted. Everyone was packing up and happily talking with each other, and I could see Izuku nervously approaching his friend. I had never interacted with Bakugo, I had finally learned his name. Even though our mothers were best friends, and I did really like Aunt Mitsuki, I never saw his explosive personality as very appealing to interact with. Now that I thought about it, I didn't really have any friends. Not that I was worried about that, Izuku was all I needed. My brother kept saying that I needed to put away the cold, stoic face for people to approach me. But mom always said she liked my face, and if they wouldn't approach me just because I seemed cold, then that was their problem.
"What." It was a quiet, very angry word that filled the classroom. Even though it was said at a normal voice level, it seemed to reverberate throughout the whole classroom, shutting everyone up and making them focus on the source. It was Bakugo, his fierce red eyes seemingly piercing my brother to the spot. Every eye in the room was tuned in on their location, and I could already feel the optimistic thoughts fading from my mind, this was not about to end well.
"I… I said I was quirkless Kacchan. Bu-But that doesn't mean I can't be a hero too! Hina believes in me, and so does my mom! We can still be heroes together, Kacchan." My brother stuttered through his words, though they were filled with determination. But that didn't seem to help any, if anything, you could see the rage in Bakugo's red eyes explode, I could practically feel his anger from here. And if Izuku's trembling form told me anything, it meant that Bakugo was truly filled with rage.
"Stop Talking! You are a Deku, not a hero! A hero is strong, and a hero will always win! How could a defenseless, weak, quirkless person be a hero! How dare you look down on me, even suggesting that a hero could be like that. I'll show you exactly why you can't be a hero!" And with that, Bakugo exploded into motion. Explosions lit up his hands as he started reaching toward my brother, and I snapped forward. A giant barrier appeared in front of Izuku, while a block of electricity went slamming into Bakugo's side. The shock traveled through Bakugo as he was flung into the desks that covered the room. I could feel the electricity racing through my body far faster than before, and the air around me start shimmering from the heat of the electricity sparking from my body. Bakugo quickly got to his knees, hands once again sparking as he glared at me. I glared back, venomous green eyes gleaming with a daring look. How dare he even attempt to harm Izuku, Izuku is worth so much more than him that he should be kissing the ground Izuku walks on. How dare he try to harm someone with such a heroic heart, only a villain would do that. That's right, Bakugo Katsuki is a villain. "Why stop me! I'm just putting him back in his place, society has a hierarchy and he is stepping out of it! You're useless, Deku of a brother can't be a hero, turf-top!" Bakugo yelled at me, his hands sparking menacingly.
"Don't speak my brother's name with that dirty mouth of yours, villain," I said right back, electricity sparking as constructs of electricity appeared in the air around me, many of them looking suspiciously pointy. At the mention of him being a villain, the rage inside of Bakugo seemed to take off like a rocket, going from a bonfire to a giant forest fire. The tension in the room had reached a new height, and it felt like everyone's eyes were glued to the scene as everyone waited in bated breath for what would happen.
"Enough!" The words were roared. The tension shattered like a windowpane, and everyone turned to see the teacher standing in the doorway, face red with anger. "Hina Midoriya, to the principal's office. Right now!" I gulped slightly, realizing how much trouble I am in. Sulking towards the teacher, I couldn't help but turn around.
"Anyone touches Izuku, especially you, villain, you're dead." A quick sweep of the eyes told me that everyone was nodding vigorously. Good. A saw my teacher looking at me with disapproving eyes, not that I cared. Bakugo needed to know that Izuku was off-limits, all of them needed to know that. With my final words listened to, I trudged behind my teacher to the principal's office.
"I will not allow quirks to be used to harm other students in this school!" The hypocritical man in front of me screamed. My mother beside me seemed to think the same thing if her narrowed green eyes meant anything.
"It was in defense of my brother, Bakugo had threatened him with his quirk and I merely responded," I replied in a calm voice. But that didn't seem to matter, as the principal was still almost purple with anger.
"I did not see your brother injured, only Bakugo was, meaning that you assaulted another student inside of my school unprovoked!" The man yelled once again. I knew why he was like this, of course. You would have to be stupid to not see all the pampering that Bakugo had gotten once he revealed his quirk. It seemed that the principal was already putting all his eggs in the Bakugo basket. Not that it mattered, no one remembered what preschool a hero went to, no one even cared what middle school most heroes went to.
"For assaulting another student, with a quirk, you are hereby expelled! Now get out of my school, we will not educate future villains here!" The principal spat out. I could see my mom shaking with rage in the seat next to me. Just as I was about to open my mouth to try to solve this problem, my mother stood up and smacked the man across the face. With stunned eyes, I watched as the man's face snapped to the side, a large red hand-print stuck on his face. The smacking noise filling the room.
"How dare you! You would allow my little Izuku to be injured by another, and then when his sister steps up for him you would expel her! I should be taking you to court, you bastard!" My mother screamed at him. "Why should I not report your school to the police! You would allow my son to be discriminated against, wouldn't you! Revise your policies or this school will not be standing soon!" My mother's words came out like a machine gun, destroying any momentum the principal had. "Come on, Hina, let's go home."
On the way out, I couldn't help but look back at the school. And where I was once confident I could defend my brother, I was now uncertain. And with this uncertainty buried within me, I followed behind my mother, praying that my last threat would last as the shield Izuku needs until we could be in the same school once more, and I could be his guiding and protecting light once more. Yet once again, I was reminded that my pillars were not infallible, because every single one of us was merely human.
