(AN: Please send any constructive criticism, I am trying to work on my writing skills and it is greatly appreciated.)

My arms were red and starting to bruise as I swiftly raised them to block a sidekick coming from Sensei. A tall, strict man who had long black hair usually pulled back into a low man bun, along with sharp, hawk-like eyes that made you sweat when they focused on you. His foot connected with my forearms as the protective barrier I had made using my quirk easily shattered and sent me flying. Rolling and correcting my poise, I reset myself to an open stance and prepared to defend myself, which kept me from absorbing a powerful jab to the stomach. Unfortunately, it didn't prevent me from taking a crescent kick to the head right after. Grunting, I fell backward as I was disoriented from the powerful strike, even with my quirk forming a strong barrier around my head. I could feel the concentrated barrier of electrical energy wavering as my head pounded.

"Do you see now, having a powerful quirk does not matter if you practice enough?" My teacher said, as he backed up and let me catch a breath. I grunted in acknowledgment, even if I already knew that. After all, that was the whole point of why I was here because Izuku could become as strong as someone with a powerful quirk with enough practice. But, I was still in this predicament because of a childish error. With the electricity that constantly flows through me and stimulates my muscles, I might as well have a giant passive boost as compared to other children who don't have some kind of body-enhancement quirk. And considering that I might as well always have an E-Stim treatment on hand to help me heal my muscles right after breaking them down, I could train much faster than most. Unless someone had a healing quirk on hand then they could decimate their muscles, heal them to become stronger and do it over, and over, and over. Truly, healing quirks were sought after for a reason. So this made it hard to improve while sparring with other kids my age in the dojo, making Sensei almost always have me fighting others that were older and more experienced.

My mom had picked out a Japanese Kick-Boxing dojo near the Musutafu area. Izuku had improved much more than me, taking Kick-Boxing like a fish to water. I, on the other hand, was much more uncomfortable with it. Sure, I practiced enough to be good and keep up with Izuku, but he could kick my teeth in on the practical side. The only reason I give him a challenge and won in our spars was that I abuse the passive benefits of the mutation site of my quirk. Something I'm not proud of, but if it works, it works. I would be much more comfortable learning a discipline form like Kendo, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Though mom did tell me I could join the Kendo dojo when I was twelve. Stating she would be much more confident by then to let Izuku come here alone. She was quite over-protective of us, something that I am grateful for most of the time, though she could be a bit overbearing.

But the reason I was getting smacked around currently was that I used my quirk on accident during one of the spars with one of the older students. Call it childish but I hate to lose. Even though I always sparred with older students, I could win if I put in enough effort. It was always close, but Sensei knew how to estimate our strengths and pair students accordingly. It didn't help that my first year at this dojo was filled with loss after loss. Sensei didn't trust me to spar with younger students, considering my quirk, so I was constantly beaten by older students. At the time, I thought he was trying to beat humility into me, and I kept raging as my anger built with each loss. At the time I didn't notice that Sensei was purposefully doing this to help me control my quirk. But after finally training enough to ensure that I wouldn't accidentally electrocute one of the younger students, I could spar with people on my level. And maybe a whole year losing streak had made me truly hate losing, which was why when I was about to lose I unconsciously activated the emitter part of my quirk and made a shield of electricity to block the other student's kick, ensuring my victory.

My quirk has improved a lot over the past four years. I was eight years old now, along with Izuku, and he had finally caught up to me in height. Every day Izuku and I would practice in the local park, be it sparring or him talking about his ideas for my quirk and making me test them out. God, he was brutal when it came to quirk training. I used to train control by having a bunch of electrical energy spheres surround me constantly, but this annoyed my mom and Izuku, especially when we had movie nights. So Izuku came up with the idea of creating a large shield around all of my body instead of balls that hovered around me. Showing me how it could be my defense, and yet at the same time shock anyone who touched me. Of course, it sounded simple at the time, until I realized how hard passively shaping a large amount of electrical energy around my body was compared to lazily having a sphere hang above me. Needless to say, It took a year of constantly practicing it before I became even mildly proficient at it. Of course, Izuku also had all kinds of other crazy ideas that left me sweating and with a pounding headache even attempting most of them. The hardest one, and the one we were still trying to figure out, was controlling magnetism. Considering electricity and magnetism were two aspects of the electromagnetic force, and taking into account that I could control electricity, I should theoretically be able to easily use it, right? Wrong. Making electrons spin was a lot easier than making them flow. Maybe it was because I could control electricity on a whim, so spinning them had become second nature, but the problem was that I just couldn't do it in practice.

But enough about my quirk, I was getting to my feet, now finished sparring with Sensei. He seemed to think me using my quirk to win showed that I didn't care about the art of Kick-Boxing. A lot of kids had been kicked up when they argued who was stronger and started using quirks. "I want One-hundred front, side, and roundhouse kicks, along with fifty sweeps, ax kicks, and side kicks. Finish these and you are free to go. But remember, this is a dojo to train our prowess in the martial arts, not quirks," I nodded silently and stalked towards the practice room. It was a large room filled with open areas and different kinds of gym equipment. It was dull in color, and let you truly embrace the patience and focus it takes to perform hundreds of kicks with perfect form and not slack off. I saw Izuku practicing his sweep kicks on a heavy free-standing punching bag. His eyes caught me and he shot me a warming grin. I could feel my stress melt off, as the burden from Sensei's harsh lecture and my mistake flew away. I shot him back a grateful smile and went to go stand by him. Taking my stance, I started to do the work assigned to me by the Sensei, practicing in comfortable silence.

"So, not in too much trouble, I hope. God knows you need humility." My brother shot me a Cheshire grin. I felt my eyebrow twitch at the second statement.

"Who are you to lecture me, besides, I'm practically the older sibling. So how about you let your Onee-chan lecture you, Ototo." I shot back with a smug grin. Izuku merely rolled his eyes back at me. Where he got this sarcastic attitude I will never know. Maybe it was from mom?

"Actually, I'm ten minutes older than you… Imouto." Oh, that was it. I shot a playful jab at his shoulder, to which he responded with his own. This play fighting continued until a loud cough interrupted us. Turning back robotically, I spotted Sensei's eyes piercing straight into me.

"Miss Midoriya, am I led to believe that you have already completed the exercises I assigned you." His voice made cold sweat cling to the back of the black training gi I was currently wearing.

"N- Not at all sir," I said weakly, only getting a scathing look in reply.

"I trust you both to lock up when you leave. It is quite late, your mother will be worried, so don't stay too late." Sensei said, before turning around and walking out, something that made me breathe out a sigh of relief.

"So, Hina, your quirk, how is your work on controlling magnetism going, are you close yet." I groaned hearing Izuku speak up. Anytime he starts on quirks, it would quickly become quite the passionate conversation.

"No progress on that front, Izuku. I don't really have much time to work with it, between helping out mom, online schooling, and practicing Kick-Boxing my time is being drawn thin." I sighed. Truly, I felt like I was always doing something. Though seeing Izuku's eyes drop in sadness at the mention of online schooling made that fire of anger inside me flare up. I had gotten off with no punishments, my mom promising mutual destruction if the school marked that I was expelled. So, officially, my mom pulled me out of school and started me on online learning, or at least that's what it said on paper. "It wasn't your fault, Izuku, what kind of sister would I be if I let anyone get away with that," I whispered to him softly. Seeing him slightly tense up made my heart hurt. I knew that even though martial arts had truly helped Izuku, he still struggled with self-confidence. And knowing I made it worse by having a quirk while he didn't always soured my mood. I quickly wrapped him in my arms, and I slowly heard him whispering that he was sorry. Remembering that day always brought Izuku back to this state. Remembering the day he lost his only friend and his sister was taken from his school. We stayed comfortably like this for a while, his soft whimpering filling the room as I hugged him. Eventually, the whimpering stopped and Izuku looked up at me, the sunshine smile on full display.

"You're the best sister in the world, Hina," Izuku whispered to me with full confidence, as I practically melted away in happiness.

"And you're the best brother in the world, Izuku," I whispered to him back, making us both giggle. We both left the dojo shortly after, double-checking that we locked the dojo correctly before peacefully walking home.


"Come on Hina, you can do it!" I heard Izuku yelling from behind me, as sweat rolled down my face in exertion. I knew what I have been doing previously is nothing compared to trying to control magnetic fields. I had previously just been gathering large amounts of electric charges and using it as a blunt weapon. But to make the electric charges move and manipulate the field they create is like using the finesse of a rapier. But this knowledge of the difficulty didn't prevent me from attempting it. I suddenly heard a gasp, and opening my eyes I found the apple we had been testing this on floating in the air, without anything suspending it. "You did it Hina! It's magnetic levitation! The possibilities…" And Izuku started mumbling up a storm. A chuckled weakly before laying down in the soft grass. It truly drained me to do that, more than I would care to admit. But still, it was worth it. Controlling magnetism was truly the next step for me, regardless of how hard it was. It would help me easily immobilize villains, if anything Izuku's notes said were true, and would be a lot more viable than going around smacking everyone with large amounts of electricity. So far, Izuku and I were still fumbling around with the emission side of my quirk. The mutation part was easy to understand, it turned me into a giant power generator and saved on our electricity bills, but for the emission part we hadn't quite found out what it was. At first, we had thought it was simply electricity solidification, after all, that's what most of what I did was, except that I drew power from myself instead. Which would match with powers found before, after all, a popular hero in America had a similar ability to electricity solidification, his quirk let him grab lightning and throw it at people like it was a solid instead of plasma. Needless to say, he was really cool. And, of course, Izuku and I had long thrown out the doctor's idea of it being merely electrical energy manipulation.

But the fact that I just manipulated a magnetic field, no matter how poorly, disapproved of this previous theory. And also led to a very scary thought. Glancing down at Izuku's notebook after he sat down next to me in the grass, I could already see he had the same thought as me. A long list of possible powers was narrowed down to one. Electromagnetism Manipulation. It would explain my ability to manipulate its two aspects, that being electricity and magnetism. But the manipulation of electromagnetism was a god-tier potential quirk. It would take an enormously long time to become so proficient at it that it could be considered god-tier, but the potential was still there. And I cringed remembering what usually happened to god-tier power users. All Might was a widely renowned god-tier quirk user, focusing on his feats, but he was inside Japan where we had an established government based around heroes and quirks. Japan had also majorly isolated itself from the outside world, not participating in any wars that had happened since the dawn of quirks. One Hundred fifty years ago, a man with a quirk as simple as absorption, which allowed him to absorb others' emotions, had awakened and turned him into a near-unkillable lord. He could absorb everything, from kinetic energy to another's quirk. The man had quickly subjected most of South America before he was taken out by an assassin who had a nullifying quirk. Most tyrants that gained absolute power with their quirks, and there were a lot, always wiped out anyone with a quirk even remotely resembling that following the first example. Or, what usually happened, is that anyone that could be deemed a future god-tier, the term commonly used outside Japan, was either quickly brain-washed or killed. Why Japan didn't use the commonly known quirk tier list was unknown to me, even though the public statement was that it would cause, 'discrimination.'

It is a widely accepted belief in most countries that quirks can be separated into five different categories of power, though there are six if you include quirkless. The lowest being elementary quirks, followed by intermediate quirks, then high-tier quirks, followed by superior quirks, and then crowning them all are the god-tier quirks. Some countries have split this even further into low, mid, and high inside of each category. When a quirk activates, it is quickly slotted into a level, and also projected into what its maximum capabilities are. These two categories are your power and potential level. Most people usually don't come anywhere near their potential level, but it is there. If I had to project myself into this system, I would honestly only be at low-intermediate, maybe mid-intermediate if I pushed myself. That's because most quirks, especially transformation quirks, do not require anywhere near as much training as some branches of emitter quirks. The hardest branch being any manipulation quirk, as they usually require immense amounts of effort, research, and training. But transformation quirks also do not have the potential that most emitter quirks have. Let's just say two hundred years of dedicated research towards quirks were not wasted, the number of ideas being thrown out and shut down each day in the science world is incomprehensible. All Might, as I said earlier, is a globally known god-tier, though no one truly classifies god-tiers into low, mid, or high because they are never pushed to their limit, not publicly at least. All in all, while god-tiers were terrifying beings, being in Japan is probably the best for me that has the potential to become one.

"Hina, do you think All Might trained harder than this?" I hear Izuku mutter next to me. He must think that he has to work harder. He always seemed to be comparing himself to others, guess my message that he is good enough hasn't embedded itself in his brain yet.

"Izuku… honestly I don't know. Who knows, maybe he was born with an almighty-transformation quirk that immediately made him that strong, or maybe he busted his ass training even harder than us. But it doesn't matter, Izuku, life may be a multiplayer game, but that doesn't mean someone else sets the tempo for you. As long as you work hard, Izu, you'll be a great hero." I grinned at him, though inside I was feeling quite proud. I must have sounded very noble right there, hehe.

"You're right, Hina, I know I shouldn't let others' opinions affect me, I know this is my life, but sometimes it's just so hard. Sometimes I just wish I had been born with a quirk, even a stupid one, sometimes I find the discrimination so unfair, and I just want to scream and punch something. But you always do know just what to say, Hina." Izuku said while I lay in the grass next to him.

A ring came out of a phone that was tucked away in the backpack Izuku and I had brought to our hiding place at the nearby park. Because we lived in an apartment, we didn't have a backyard to just go outside and practice, so we made a trail through the woods and hung out there. I would say we invited friends, but I struggled socially and was in an online school, and Izuku was practically isolated, so I couldn't say we had anyone in that department. Truly a lonely lifestyle. Glancing at it, I sighed and turned to Izuku. "Mom wants us home, says diners just about prepped." I pushed myself to my feet, groaning as I got up, as I had just gotten comfortable in the grass. I saw Izuku nod absentmindedly as he was still scribbling furiously in his notebook. Still, to see him get over our sentimental mood that quickly irked me a bit. Was he not taking my wise and noble words seriously, hmmph. In revenge, I grabbed him by the collar of his green jacket and started dragging him home, laughing loudly at his squawk of indignation.


Entering our apartment, a bit of drool leaked out of my mouth as the aroma of my mom cooking my favorite dish entered my nose. Chicago style Chicken Vesuvio. One of the staples of Italian-American restaurants, my dad, who was currently in America for work, had immediately sent home that recipe and told mom to make it. That was around two years ago, just when my mom and I had gotten into cooking foreign dishes. With all the time she had, mom had taken up a lot of different hobbies and skills, cooking is the one she was best at. Izuku had also taken a great liking to tamales, and mom made a new strudel practically every week.

"So how was your day today, I saw Izuku writing quite happily in his notebook while walking." My mom said while loading a generous serving onto my plate as my eyes sparkled and my stomach rumbled in anticipation. I took my utensils and cut up my chicken before stabbing it with my fork and adding a large amount of zesty sauce on top. Raising it to my mouth, I took a large bite. Flavor exploded into my mouth, the crispiness of the chicken and the perfectly sauteed potato wedges, all wrapped up into a flavorful bundle with the zesty sauce. Wait, this isn't supposed to be about food, ahem, sorry for that.

"Oh, I stumbled across another hero today. It was so cool!" My brother's eyes seemed to sparkle. "It was so cool, he had a quirk that…" Ah, he's at it again. What I'm more surprised at is the absurd amount of villain attacks Izuku seems to find himself in, maybe he is secretly a shonen protagonist? While Musutafu is one of, if not the safest, cities in Japan due to the placement of the U.A. high school, it is also one of the places with the highest amount of villain attacks. Those villain attacks being just a bunch of low-lives who want to make it big by defeating a famous hero. But even that didn't justify the mind-boggling amount of villain attacks Izuku ended up at as a bystander. Maybe he did have a quirk, its power was dragging him to villain attacks every time one happened. I snickered quietly at that, before actually pondering on the legitimacy of this made-up quirk.

My mom just sighed quietly and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just promise me you'll be safe, Izuku." My mom said in a subdued tone like this was about what she had come to expect nowadays, which is probably how she felt.

"It's fine mom, I always make sure to stay far from them, and it's hard to just walk away when I come across them, heroes are just so cool! Besides, I need to record their quirks in my notebook! Speaking of my notebook, No. 6 is almost filled, can I get a new one?" He asked with puppy eyes. I could tell he was just using that question to change the topic, and seeing the way my mom sighed, she did too.

"Alright Izuku, just promise to be safe." Mom finally said, to which Izuku promptly nodded his head and smiled. After that, we all happily discussed our days and enjoyed a peaceful dinner as a family.


"Explain to me, again, why are we here?" I turned to my traveling companion, Izuku, who was practically bouncing on the heels of his feet.

"A new, limited-edition All Might figurine was just released! It features him in his suit from America! It even includes David Shield, who was his sidekick at the time!" He beams at me. I shield my face from the bright smile and sigh, mom dropped us off at the mall when Izuku wouldn't stop bugging her. She also had some shopping to do, so, as long as we had the phone that she gave us and didn't leave the premise of the mall she was fine with whatever we did. So I was now being dragged to a popular hero merchandise store. Though I looked up to heroes, I don't think I would ever buy any of the figurines like Izuku does. Maybe a t-shirt here and there, but I would rather spend my money on more important things. Like more pulls on the gacha game I got addicted to it a year ago. What? It's not my fault I can't stop.

"And, just asking, how much would this figurine cost," I questioned Izuku. Instantly, every person in line turned toward me as an eerie silence filled the air. Izuku solemnly put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with dull eyes.

"You never question the cost Hina, a real supporter always buys, no matter the cost," Izuku spoke imposingly. I could see the swarm of hero worshippers all nodding along with him as he had just solved the meaning of life.

"I…I see. Hehe, sorry Izu. I'll even chip in a bit." I declare while chuckling nervously. His dull eyes immediately brighten up again and everyone turns away like that never happened. I think I just gained a new fear, Hero Worshippers.

"Huh, what are you two brats doing here, and where's Inko?" Izuku and I both heard a feminine voice exclaim from behind us. I turn around to a youthful woman with spiky blonde hair and red eyes.

"Aunt Mitsuki!" Izuku says in shock. "We're here to buy the new All Might figure! Mom said she had other things to buy and said we could go as long as we stuck together and had the phone she gave us." Izuku tells her, I nod along with him.

"I see, in that case how 'bout I join you? My brat also wants the new figure, but he needed to go to the dentist today. I promised I'd get it for him as long as he doesn't cause too many problems, sometimes Masaru is just a little too soft for his own good." I hear Aunt Mitsuki sigh as she comes and stands by us. My face scrunches up at the mention of Bakugo, maybe it is childish to hold a grudge for four years, especially when you haven't even seen the person, but I don't care. Besides, he almost hurt Izuku.

"Oh yeah, I was also planning on inviting your family over for dinner soon." Mitsuki said off-handedly as I lightly froze up, did she not know about our relationship with Bakugo? Actually, that would make sense. Mom wouldn't mention it because she treasures one of her only friends, Izuku wouldn't tell her because it was kind of a traumatic experience, and I never really told her because, well, now that I think of it why didn't I tell her? Bakugo didn't tell her because that would have to make him admit to being defeated, I didn't even need to guess his reason. So she was inviting us into a ticking time bomb of a situation that would detonate at almost any moment. Sounds fun.

"That sounds great, Aunt Mitsuki, I'll tell my mom and you can schedule it with her later. Oh, and make some Chicken Vesuvio if you can. It's Izuku and I's favorite dish" I stated, smiling at Mitsuki. Izuku elbowed me roughly at my last statement while Mitsuki just laughed silently. It seems my mom has told her about my addiction. It would be best if this information didn't get out though, a villain knowing how to bribe you is not good.

We stood around talking happily and eventually it was our time to go into the store. We happily went in and found the new figure for Izuku. I gulped and blanched at the price tag, but didn't make any comments other than dishing out some money to Izuku as I promised earlier. I didn't want a repeat of that earlier event. Aunt Mitsuki got one for Bakugo as well, stupid rich people didn't even blink at the price tag. I had to drag Izuku out of the store, though, as I knew for a fact he was out of money and I didn't want to put mom in crippling debt.

Waving goodbye to Aunt Mitsuki, Izuku and I started to make our way to the agreed-upon meeting spot. We stopped to get ice cream, on me since Izuku was now broke, but other than that we made it without detours. You would think I would be the one obsessed with shopping.

"Mom!" Izuku exclaimed as we spotted a person with green hair in the crowd. I saw mom start walking towards us, grocery bags in hand and smiling.

"Oh, my babies! How was your shopping trip!" Mom exclaimed as she hugged both of us, it seems she was more worried than she let on when she permitted us to go off on our own. Completely understandable, Izuku gets in enough trouble just walking to school.

"Oh yeah, Aunt Mitsuki told us she would contact you later to schedule a dinner, mom," Izuku said as we walked out of the mall.

"Is that so, well it has been quite a while since I last saw Mitsuki. Well, let's get home then. I bought the ingredients for katsudon, Izuku, your favorite." Izuku cheered while I silently cried out. How dare these heathens. Well, I did like katsudon, so forgive me.


I wouldn't necessarily say I was nervous right now, it's just that it has been a while since I last visited the Bakugo household. Was it two years ago? Bakugo and Uncle Masaru had been out doing father and son bonding so it was just Aunt Mitsuki last time, though. So I guess this was a bit different. Mom, on the other hand, seemed very excited to see her best friend again. I don't know why they don't see each other more often, mom always says it's because of Aunt Mitsuki's job, so I guess that's the reason. Knocking lightly on the door, Izuku stands nervously behind me. I know he wasn't being bullied at school, physically at least, as even a scratch and mom would burn the school to the ground, but that didn't mean that verbal abuse wasn't happening. Luckily, he was able to keep his self-confidence high because of our training with Sensei in kick-boxing, but I still worried about him. I suggested to mom that we should pull him out, but mom said isolation isn't very healthy. The only reason I'm in online school is that attending a different school would mean sending me away, something mom didn't want to do.

"It seems you made it, it's been quite some time, Hina, Izuku. You two have grown up quite a lot." The door opened to a man of an average height and build. He had the trademark spiky hair of the Bakugo, though his own was brown, and he wore a pair of rectangular glasses as well as having a short mustache. It was Uncle Masaru, of course, I honestly couldn't recall the last time we met. He was a lot more mild-tempered than the other two explosive personalities in his house, how he put up with them I would never know. I guess this is the true meaning of having the patience of a saint.

"Oh, Masaru! It's been so long." Mom explained as she hugged the man. They pulled away and we were politely invited into the home. It had lavish interior decor, representative of their career in the fashion industry. It was also really shiny and clean, almost impossibly so. I wonder if I can ask them for their secrets in the art of cleaning.

Arriving in a spacious dining room, Izuku and I sat next to each other besides our mom, a large hot pot taking up a lot of room in the middle of the table. We made small talk with Uncle Masaru as we waited for the return of Aunt Mitsuki and Bakugo. Uncle Masaru had mentioned they went to pick up some last-minute things for the hot pot. Hearing the front door open made me tense, and as the footsteps got closer my quirk surged under my skin. The invisible barrier that constantly surrounded me got thicker as the tension-filled the room. This reunion had been four years in the making after all.

The door to the dining room opened and Izuku and I's eyes both immediately landed on him. Bakugo Katsuki, the villain. He didn't look much different, same red eyes and spiky blonde hair, a lot taller, though I didn't know what I was expecting. His red eyes met me and Izuku's green ones, it was silent between us even as mom and Aunt Mitsuki happily talked.

"Villain." I practically spat out, anger seething off of me. I didn't realize I would react so violently, but seeing him reminded me of the burning red eyes focused on my brother, hands sparkling with malice.

"Turf-top, Deku." He spat back. The second I heard him dare call my brother Deku, I could feel my body fill with intent. How dare this worthless vermin think himself above Izuku. He didn't work for his power, he wasn't filled with bright smiles and a heart of gold, he wasn't supporting his family like a firm pillar, being a constant form of emotional support. He was a-! A hand clamped down on my shoulder. I glanced towards it and saw Izuku looking at me, head shaking softly. I let my anger bleed out, this was supposed to be a friendly dinner with our Aunt Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru, that's right. I shouldn't let the past control my actions like a prison, just like Sensei said, the past is a lesson, not a life sentence.

"Hina… just forget about Bakugo. He's not as bad as you think. And he isn't a villain, Hina." Izuku whispered to me softly, while I glared back at him.

"He never even apologized, Izuku. Some people are irredeemable, and using your quirk in public blatantly to intimidate and hurt a classmate is only something a villain would do." I argued back, not comprehending why he was so forgiving.

"Hina, everyone has the potential to be a hero. I know Bakugo can be one, and he has the strength and will. He was born with a powerful quirk and can help a lot of people." Izuku argued back, both of us getting heated.

"Exactly, he was born with a power he didn't deserve, Izuku. You are so much more deserving of power, and yet it goes to villains like him. Be selfish, Izuku! Not everyone needs to be forgiven. Did he not threaten you when you told him you were quirkless. Did he not give you the name Deku even before then?" I shot right back, getting riled up.

"But he can be a hero, Hina. Even villains can be heroes if they work hard enough to redeem themselves, everyone deserves a second chance." Izuku said softly with a tone of finality. His childish logic made me explode.

"Damnit! Izuku, why can't you see that not everyone in this world is as compassionate as you. Some people don't deserve a hero willing to do anything for them, why can't you see this! You don't need to save everyone Izuku, it's impossible." The words flew out of my mouth like a shotgun, silencing the room. But I didn't care, sometimes Izuku was just a little bit too emotional and caring for his own good. He needed to know that being the perfect hero is impossible, that we are all human, and that sometimes, someone just shouldn't be saved.

I sat down after my outburst, giving my apologies and quietly eating my meal. I didn't understand why Izuku could just effortlessly give out so much empathy. Especially when the people just didn't deserve it. Izuku doesn't know his self-worth, his empathy is worth more than some petty criminals and that villain Bakugo. They can't afford it. So him giving it out so readily pisses me off. Izuku is my family's pillar, and I am his guiding light. So why he cannot see the truth of my words angers me. Why does he think they are worth fighting for and empathizing with?

The night quickly passed with me stewing in anger, along with Izuku sitting next to me silently. I could see my mom casting us worried glances every once in a while, but I ignored it. This was a problem between me and Izuku. Eventually, it was time to go, and I quietly waved goodbye to Aunt Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru. I could see Bakugo behind them looking at us in anger, which I shot back. It seems he controlled himself in the presence of adults, like a trained dog, I thought snarkily. And with that thought, I turned back around and walked away, back to our apartment it is.


"What happened?" My mom finally asked as we sat at our dining table. Izuku and I awkwardly glanced at each other. Just because I knew this conversation was coming didn't mean I prepared anything for it.

"Izuku doesn't understand his self-worth. He is worth much more than the people he apologizes to and who he emphasizes with." I declared. I felt both their gazes on me.

"Hina, no person is better than another. We all are important and deserve second chances to right our wrongs. We all deserve to be saved" Izuku declared with just as much conviction. Our ideologies clashed against one another as Izuku and I looked at each other. My mom finally seemed to come to some sort of decision and sighed.

"It's ok to disagree, fights can even bring us closer to one another. God knows me and your father didn't start on quite the right foot. But you both need to be able to put this aside, like adults. I can see points in both of your statements, and working this out will help both of you in the long run." Our mom finally declared, lecture mode on. Her words unraveled the tension in the room as I sighed and deflated. I turned around and sulked towards my room, but not without throwing out the final words.

"Izuku, you can't keep thinking everyone will accept your compassion. Others will grab it, abuse it, smash it, crush it, and break it. Not everyone is deserving of it Izuku, I hope you understand that I am saying this to protect you, as your beacon and guiding light." And with that, I kept heading towards my room. Let it be said that I am a very stubborn person. And I Would. Not. Budge. No matter how logical or convincing Izuku's argument will be. Because he is a pillar, and they are all merely minuscule specks of sand that try and weather it.