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This is just the teaser, this story begins posting on 2021! If you're new here, you can actually read this series in any order lol, but volume 1: the worth of a quirk is completed and available on my profile and AO3 as well (same username!).
As you may know, Grace is actually TWAQ's prequel and follows Katsuki and Izuku from their childhood up to Izuku's arrest. Volume 3: Broken Society is the one that will pick up after the events of TWAQ. Please leave any questions or comments in the reviews and I'll be sure to get to them :D
There is no scar from the first time Izuku experienced Kacchan's explosion quirk, only soft, silvery skin and a handful of freckles covering his shoulder. Izuku was almost six-years-old, and he didn't know he was quirkless yet, but the word had been whispered already, enough times that Izuku knew what it meant.
Maybe that's what he and Kacchan were arguing about back then; Izuku's not really sure. What he does recall in vivid detail is the stinging pain of heat igniting nitroglycerin in the palm of a chubby hand and the blast of an explosion going off. It was nothing compared to what Kacchan would master years late, but in the quiet forest, it was the most frightening thing Izuku had ever lived through. Rationally, even baby Izuku knew that Kacchan was upset and wanted to push him around -he'd done it before, after all, even before his quirk. Maybe the blond was having a rough day. Maybe it really was just an accident, an involuntary activation of a God-given power made more dangerous in the hands of a 6-year-old.
Kacchan had never meant serious harm before.
Izuku has never forgotten the ringing in his ears, the dizziness as he fell to the floor. He had scraped elbows and a bump on the back of his head, but he only remembers coming back to himself as he looked up to the blue sky, not a cloud in sight on the humid summer day. It's just one more day of dozens that he shared with Katsuki Bakugou, but this one would stay with them for a long time. Izuku's shoulder is bleeding slightly, no more than it would if he'd fell on the pavement of the schoolyard. His head is pounding, and he's too shocked to cry, but he would in a minute. Kacchan's face appears in his line of vision, and Izuku had never known Katsuki to worry, but even disoriented as he is, Izuku's assumption was that he would. Izuku was on the floor, bleeding.
But Kacchan wasn't worried.
No.
Kacchan was angry, and their story was doomed even back then.
Kurogiri examines the notebook Tomura found. It's detailed, clearly written with a lot of passion, and with messy, almost child-like handwriting. Whoever wrote it had been in a hurry, and they were careless. The notebook is wrinkled and stained on more than one page, but all of the information is almost neurotic in its details.
"You found this on the street?"
"I think someone dropped it when I was passing by,"
"I'm surprised you didn't destroy it,"
"I was going to," the teen admits, voice light in intrigue, "but it looked like a hero's journals. Maybe there's something in there that can be useful." Shigaraki Tomura doesn't entirely flop himself unto the bar, but it's a close thing. Dejection and restlessness cling to his thin form. Shigaraki's starting to pack some muscle now - finally - but he still has the body of a teenager waiting to bloom. His temper, though, is always that of a child. "I'm bored."
"You're always bored."
"So?"
Kurogiri looks up. Instead of a challenge, he finds curiosity in the younger villain's gaze. He looks terrible, as always, consumed by demons Kurogiri hopes to never understand, but he cannot deny the sharpness of his gaze. It takes Kurogiri a moment to realize that he's inquiring about the notebook.
"I think it's very detailed," the warper finally concludes, carefully closing the thin pages. "Definitely filled with enough guidelines to put a plan together for a pro. There's something about the kanji used…"
"What is it?" Shigaraki demands, impatient and rude as always.
"It's just very basic kanjis, that's all," Kurogiri continues, "but I guess heroes probably aren't into academia."
"I want to find the owner."
"Mmm, there's probably… yes, there you go." He shows the back of the notebook's cover, where in bright blue ink, shaky katakana spell out a name. "Izuku Midoriya."
"Ever heard of him?"
"Not at all, but let me put Giran on it."
"Fast," Shigaraki growls. Kurogiri is much too used to him to sigh, but the instinct is there.
"Yes, Shigaraki. I'll be sure to tell him."
Thoughts? We've got a wild ride ahead !
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