Overdrive

This is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy

SLAM

A boy with a mop of blond unruly hair found himself smacking against a hard surface, bouncing off and skidding against the concrete. The boy barely had time to feel tears well up in his eyes before he felt calloused appendages wrapping themselves around his throat, a rough hand hoisting him up from his previous position on the side walk.

Red eyes widened, a choking, and gargling noise coming from one Katsuki Bakugo's throat as he attempted to desperately suck oxygen into his burning lungs. The impact had knocked the wind out of him and with the hand wrapped around his throat cutting off his air; he found his lungs to be desperately craving something he could no longer attain.

The person who had picked up the child was still only a child himself, a boy around twelve with midnight raven hair, an angular face, and an averagely built body. "Where the fuck do you think you're doing, brat!?" He questioned aggresively, his hand tightening further around the young Bakugo's throat.

Instead of panic, or fear in the blond boy's eyes, the black haired offender saw anger. Those eyes quickly narrowed, and an aggressive growl escaping the blond's throat. Distinctly, they both heard a small, panicked scream of "KACCHAN!" The older boy paid it no mind, but Bakugo quickly became quickly became angrier. He could handle this, but his timid best friend, Midoriya Izuku couldn't.

He didn't want his friend in the world of pain he was currently in. He raised both his hands up, aiming them at the offender's face; he flailed them madly in a desperate attempt to get himself free. His struggles seemed to amuse the older boy, who laughed at his pathetic attempts.

The blond didn't know what overtook him; he raised a hand towards the black haired boy's face, his hand deathly still as he let out a loud scream.

"DIE"

The sweat on his palms bubbled for a fraction of a second before violently exploding. Although the explosion didn't cause any severe damage to the older boy, the shock, and the flash of light had been able to concuss him, making him drop the blond boy onto the floor, gripping his blinded eyes.

"KACCHAN" He heard that damn scream again, and the thudding of footsteps only got louder.

He tilted his head back watching his best friend sprint at his offender, his arm crackling with jade electricity.

The four year old Midoriya slammed into the person who had assaulted his best friend, his hand impacting painfully against the attacker's gut, shocking the living daylights out of him, leaving him a twitching mess on the ground.

"LET'S GO" Izuku shouted at Bakugo, motioning for him in a panicked manner. Stunned not by his display of a quirk but by Izuku's as well, it took him a couple of seconds to respond but he quickly got to his feet and the two boys quickly ran off before the older boy could recover.

It had taken them a them a few minutes, but the pair eventually found their way to Izuku's home. They had not stopped running, terrified of the older boy catching up to them. The moment that adrenaline stopped coursing through their veins, the pair crumpled, bending over, and wheezed desperately in an attempt to catch their breath.

A few moments later, their labored breathing had slowed considerably, and Izuku was the first to break the silence.

"KACCHAN YOUR QUIRK MANIFESTED" The curly haired boy with fangs shouted with unrestrained excitement, his voice filled with glee for his friend.

The blond's chest puffed up in no small amount of pride, grinning at Izuku.

"Psh, yours did too, and you're the one that managed to knock him on his ass!"

Midoriya paused, staring at his friend with awe. "I did?" Then it came to him, and he shouted "YEAH I DID"

Bakugo merely rolled his eyes.

Midoriya Inko opened the door not a moment later after Izuku shouted, a green haired woman that was nearing her thirties, looking quite annoyed over being disturbed by Izuku disturbing her peace , a green haired woman that was nearing her thirties, looking quite annoyed over Izuku disturbing her peace .Izuku looked at her and shouted "MOM I GOT MY QUIRK" He then demonstrated it with visible green lightning running around his right arm, immediately he turned it off, his mother reached down and engulfed him in a tight embrace as tears of joy streamed down her pristine white skin.

"MY BABY" She squealed, "YOU DID IT!"

"I DID IT!" The young Izuku squealed happily, and Inko hoisted her boy up into the air, hugging him tightly against her chest. His own tears of joy beginning to seep out of his green eyes.

She raised him up giving him a wide grin, sniffling softly as tears still softly trickled down he features.

"You know what that means, Izuku?" She uttered playfully.

"I'M GOING TO BE A HERO!" he squealed again in response, and she hugged him close to her chest once again.

Bakugo gave a deadpan stare.

Man, the Midoriyas were a bunch of fucking crybabies…. Even then though, he still couldn't help but feel the warmth and happiness fill his chest at the prospect of him and his best friend growing together, and fighting alongside each other, becoming top heroes of their generation.

He turned softly so as not to interrupt the moment between the mother and child, as he slowly walked away.

The rest of the day of the day passed like a blur for the young Midoriya. He didn't know how or when it happened, but he eventually found himself seated on the couch, patiently waiting for his mother to finish cooking dinner. The delicious smell of katsudon wafted through the room, and kept the young boy eagerly bouncing in place.

For some reason, the young boy felt that he was hungrier than usual, like he hadn't eaten in days. It only made him all the more eager to enjoy his favorite meal.

He didn't know when it happened, but eventually the novelty of having his quirk had worn off. He stared at his hands, as he watched jade electricity run across his arm, his green eyes no longer filled with awe, but curiosity.

"Mom?" The young boy called out," when are you going to be through with cooking?"

"OH, IN A MINUTE HONEY" She replied

She then thought to herself 'well it looked like it was time to make a visit to the quirk doctor. Izuku had to get his quirk registered, anyway'

And so, after a filling of dinner, the pair found themselves in a doctor's office. An overweight friendly looking man with a bushy moustache, and a shaved head staring curiously at the small boy. Izuku was sitting in an oversized swiveling chair, and his mother stood idly for support.

"Well…." The doctor started, "It's certainly a unique quirk, that's for sure." He stated. "Usually, elemental emitter quirks are not easy to control and they do not manifest so strongly, especially not at a young age." He uttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Izuku blushed at the praise, and his mother beamed at the doctor.

His hand reached for a small clipboard laying atop his desk. The doctor peered over it once more. "Hmm…." HE HUMMED, "His quirk factor is rather high, which could explain how strongly it manifested. But from what I've just seen, it's more than just some simple 'emitter' quirk. Then he thought and said,

"Say my boy. What did you feel when you activated your quirk? What exactly did you think of?"

Izuku fiddled nervously in his chair then said. "I just wanted to be strong enough to defend Kacchan!"

He tilted and eyebrow at the name, but didn't comment on it, simply letting the boy continue. "I only felt a little warmth in my arm when it activated"

"Izuku" He started softly then he brought out a weird looking machine from the drawer "I want you to push your electricity into this machine so it can measure how much electricity is contained inside you, okay?" He uttered and locked his gaze onto the boy.

Izuku nodded quickly, and with not a small amount of excitement. He took the machine from the doctor's hand and then started feeding electricity into it as the gadget went to work and started calculating the amount of electricity inside the young boy. As Izuku sucked in a deep breath, the machine promptly blew up in front of Izuku's face, decorating his face in soot marks.

The doctor sucked in a deep breath as the machine exploded and the boy was not harmed.

Inko then rushed to Izuku side fussing over him and asking if he was okay. Izuku leaned forward smiling in glee over the destruction his quirk caused.

The older man gently grabbed hold of Izuku's hand, using his free hand to lift off his greenish goggles, so he could take a closer look at Izuku hands which were still crackling with electricity.

"Amazing…" He spoke out faintly, before managing to collect his composure. "Young man your quirk's nature is explosive electricity.

Izuku spaced out in thought of how awesome is quirk is.

Inko then said, "It is similar in nature to my husband's quirk" The man only gave her a deadpan stare. "And why didn't you mention this in the first place?" He said, annoyance clear in his tone as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It never came up" she replied.

The doctor then sighed and turned to Izuku" Now Izuku!" His tone filled with mirth and warmth again. "Since we now know what your quirk is, and we have a name for it, I think we're done here" He said, ruffling the boy's green curly hair.

The doctor then smiled, setting the green goggles back over his eyes, staring as both Midoriyas confidently strolled out of his office.

He sighed deeply as he sat back into his chair, "Amazing quirk, strange kid. I'm sure I'll see plenty of him in the future…" He trailed off, before leaning a hand over his intercom, fingering hovering right over the button that would send in his next patient.

He stopped just short of pressing the button, his hand instead moving to grasp the clipboard once again. He swiftly produced a pen, jotting a few small notes at the bottom of the page. He'd have to ask the receptionist to mail this to the Midoriya family.

However small a role he could play, he wanted to help the child grow. The boy was brought to him from the moment he could speak, and ever since then, Izuku had wanted to be a hero.

It might have been too early to tell, but the sheer determination, the sheer will in his eyes.

Izuku would grow to accomplish great things, that much he was sure of.

A small blond boy found himself at the familiar front steps of his friend's home. He jumped up the steps quickly, as he did every day, and practically slammed his fist against the door, abusing the wooden barrier that had kept his friend from him.

"Coming!" He heard a feminine voice call out, and not a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a disheveled looking Inko her hair looking much more messy than usual. The stained apron around her waist told Bakugo that he had probably pulled away the woman while she was making breakfast.

Her face brightened upon seeing the small boy.

"Hey Baku-chan" She smiled warmly leaning over and ruffling his hair. He didn't allow anybody to touch his hair or invade his comfort zone. Not even his relatives got away with that. But…Inko-Obasan simply radiated warmth, everything from the kind smile on her face, to the way she gently, but affectionately held him. It made him feel….Well nice.

He'd let her touch him he decided but only this time, he decided. But only this one time!

Of course, he made the same decision every single day, but that was beside the point.

"Izu-chan is inside!" She exclaimed, her voice carrying the same warmth that her smile held. Her bright smile was suddenly replaced with worry, as she started to fuss over the small boy.

"Are you hungry?" She questioned, "I was just in the middle of making breakfast!"

Was he hungry? Yes. He was so excited about the fact of playing together with Izuku using their quirks that he had completely forgotten all about breakfast. Was he about to tell her though? Hell no.

"I already ate." He lied, and she didn't believe him one bit.

"Bakugo." She said, disappointment marring her voice. He sighed and spoke through gritted teeth. "Fine!"

Immediately, her expression of worry was wiped away, replaced with a happy, mirthful smile. "Come on in!"

'Well' Bakugo decided inwardly 'Izuku looks like death'

The small boy deep, dark bags under both of his eyes, his hair was more of a mess than normal, that, and he looked pale, unusually so. Not to mention, he seemed to be staring off into the distance, his eyes unfocused and hazy.

Bakugo could even swear that he looked thinner than he was yesterday.

"What happened to you?" He asked in a brunt manner.

"OH!" Izuku's eyes lit up in recognition. "Hey Kacchan!"

"I've literally been staring at you for the last five minutes hoping that you'd notice me. What. Happened?"

"Well, since I manifested my quirk yesterday, I had been trying all night to control it, but it takes a lot of concentration, then I got a nasty headache. So I went online and started researching quirks and the different things that they do, particularly elemental and telekinesis quirks and how they work. It helped me a little bit, but it didn't make that much of a difference, I could only control it if it was in a range of 3m away from my body, and it seemed it gave him me an higher metabolism, so I clearly need to be eating more, and now that I mention food, I feel really hungry, and it's going to take a while before my eve-"

"NERD!" Bakugo cut him off, anger dancing in his crimson eyes.

Izuku promptly stopped.

"You're mumbling. Again."

Izuku blushed in response, even the redness of his cheeks seemed to be rather pale. He raised a hand to his hair, scratching at it sheepishly.

"Sorry… You know how I get."

"Repeat. Slower." Katsuki demanded.

"I spent all night trying to practice my quirk and didn't sleep."

Bakugo threw both of his hands in the air in frustration "Why couldn't you say that in the first place!?"

"D-didn't you?" Izuku stuttered.

"Didn't I what?!" Bakugo snapped.

"Practice your quirk."

"…No?"

"And you want to be a hero? Idiot."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, DEKU!?"

"YOU CAN'T BE A HERO WITHOUT PRACTICE, BAKA-GO"

"I'LL SHOW YOU, DEKU!" He extended his palm out, aiming it in Izuku's direction, and immediately, the sweat on his palms began to bubble.

Izuku immediately extended a fist in front of him, the tips of his fingers beginning cackling with electricity.

"BOYS. BREAKFAST IS READY!" Shouted Inko from the kitchen, immediately causing both boys to halt as their stomachs growled in unison.

They both narrowed their eyes at each other and each extended an accusing finger.

"Later." They both hissed, and swiftly made their way to the kitchen.

A few years later

He could feel his heart beating harshly in his chest as he was inched closer and closer to his destination, his veins throbbed painfully in his neck, as eager as he was, Izuku was also very nervous. His birthday presents were never required this much preparation, but his mother deemed it appropriate to blindfold him before leading him to his present, which meant that it was probably something very special.

He resisted the urge to raise a hand up, and rip the black fabric away from his eyes, but he didn't want to anger his mother, after all, she had insisted on him wearing it. Inko had led him only a few steps from the living room before he accidentally slammed his foot against something- A wooden step- His excitement however, far outweighed the pain, and he so much as flinch.

His mother let out a hurried apology, excitement still palpable in her tone even as she tried to seem as apologetic as possible; she was probably just as excited as he was.

He was led up the steps with minimal incidents afterwards, and a few moments later, he felt his mother's grip tighten on his shoulder. He halted in his tracks. He heard the distinctive sound of metal clicking against metal. He heard his mother fumble with what he only assumed were keys. His hunch was quickly proven correct as he heard the click of a door being unlocked.

His mother pushed on his shoulder again, and he was hurriedly pushed inside the room. He heard his mother suck in a deep breath, before the blindfold was all but yanked from his young eyes.

Before him, lay what could only be called a treasure trove to the young Midoriya. It was a medium sized room, one which he had never entered before. There was a large, mahogany desk on the opposite side of the room, the desk still lined with papers, books, and a few notebooks. A well decorated fountain pen and a small metallic ink holder than had dried long ago.

Mahogany bookshelves lined the walls of the room, there were four in total, the two on the right-hand side were filled with books of all shapes and sizes, while the ones on the left hand sized were lined with small notebooks.

The room hadn't been used in many years, but still held a pristine sheen to it, his mother had, after all, religiously cleaned, and upheld the room even in his father's absence, and however, he had never examined the contents of the room itself.

The green haired boy hurried over, curious to see just what his father had lined his shelves with. Much to his surprise, and his excitement, the books were all related to a singular subject; Quirks.

Izuku's eyes were practically glowing as he gazed over the titles of the books. "Quirk Theory", "Quirks and Biology" were some of the ones he first laid eyes on, they looked fairly new, and he quickly saw some older, leather-bound books that had to be decades old. "Quirks; the First Major Step in Human Evolution".

He could barely contain his excitement, bouncing in place as he went to the mahogany desk, picking up the small stack of notebooks that were atop it and flipping through the titles.

"Quirk Theory" and "Quirk Analysis #32" were at the very top of the stack, he squealed in glee. That was just like his Hero Analysis notebooks! Warmth flooded through his chest as he realized he had inherited some of his father's traits.

His mother didn't mention his father often. Only that he worked "Somewhere far and safe". She had likened him to his father on more than one occasion, claiming that he had inherited not only his father's eyes, but his analytical skills, and his intelligence as well.

He shook his head before that train of thought went on for any longer. His father was… A touchy subject for him.

He focused on the notebooks once more, some of them had all-encompassing titles like "Elemental Quirks #9" But some quirks were notable or even complex enough to get their notebook. He found only four such examples on the stack that had occupied his father's desk.

The first books he picked up read: "Quirk: Star Plasma" HIS Father's QUIRK! He grinned in excitement, turning to his mother and giving her a bright smile. She returned his grin as she saw the title of the notebook.

"Happy Eighth Birthday, Izu-chan~!" She said happily, as tears began to form in her eyes.

He turned to his mother, practically leaping at her and enveloping her in the tightest hug his young frame could muster.

After a few minutes of hugging, and crying (They were Midoriyas, after all) His mother had decided to leave him alone in his father's study, and the boy moved to the large, black leather chair with a bounce in his step.

He slipped into it carefully, the notebook being tightly hugged to his chest as he did so.

He softly laid the notebook on the surface of the mahogany desk. He handled the notebook as carefully as he could, treating it as if it would shatter if he happened to simply brush against it too harshly.

With a gentle finger, he flipped the notebook open, quickly glancing over and beginning to read the first page of the book.

Izuku paused briefly, admiring just how unique his father's handwriting seemed to be.

It wasn't like the flowing, and smooth Kanji his mother practically drew on the pages, gliding her hand along effortlessly, in a rhythmic flow. Nor was it like his own, hurried scribbles, any beauty being ignored in favor of fast and efficient note-taking.

His father's calligraphy was… Simple, it was the only way to describe it, almost robotic in fact, it seemed that every kanji letter had been printed on, but it wasn't. He could see the small imperfections that dotted the notebook, a streak from the fountain pen running out of ink, a few droplets of dark liquid smearing the page after a hasty refill, almost instinctively, he could pick up the small flaws and analyze them like no one else could.

He blushed, embarrassed, even with those small faults; his father's handwriting was polished to near perfection, a far cry from his own hurried scribbles, understandable to only his own eyes.

It filled him with a certain sense of pride, knowing that he belonged to a family of heroes.

The quirk "Star Plasma" is a core quirk which needs the presence of a core, the quirks itself has nigh unlimited amount of plasma which allows the user to us as much plasma as he wants. The downside is that the quirk has a time limit to reduce the risk of damaging the user. The quirk's current limit is 40 minutes. The quirk was mutated from Gas leak and Hells breath.

The green haired boy's eyebrows quirked up curiously. Something didn't sound right; he didn't have a time limit, did he?

Maybe his quirk had mutated?

It was very unlikely, but it wasn't impossible. Quirks mutated, and got better as they passed from generation to generation. Growing more complex, and more difficult to control in the process.

The Yaoyorozu family, and the Todoroki family were proof of that.

Long ago, the famous "Creation" quirk had been limited to creating hunks of unrefined ore from the body.

The Todoroki family came from similarly humble beginnings, it was hard to imagine that Endeavor's quirk had mutated from a simple fire breathing quirk six or so generations ago.

But quirk evolution took time, and it wasn't like his quirk had evolved completely differently from his father's.

It was more like a different version of the same power.

He broke his train of thought, choosing to press on with reading.

The quirk, also much like Hell's breath, requires the user to breathe out the fire or plasma from the mouth.

The mutated form Star plasma re-engineers the body's cells to be able to withstand the amount of energy it release; this requires higher intake of food since it results in higher rate metabolism.

Izuku perked up. There were some obvious differences between his father's quirk, and his own, but they were essentially the same power.

It seemed that he was going to have to make a few notes of his own, but he dared not ruin his father's well organized, and neatly written notebook with his own messy, and rushed Kanji. Instead, the young boy slipped out of the leather chair, and hurriedly skipped out of the room

He dashed back a few moments later, a plain notebook in one hand, and an All-Might pencil in the other.

His hand was shaking as he extended the pencil towards the cover, but for once, he wasn't shaking from fear or nervousness, he was shaking from excitement.

He brought the graphite tip of the pencil against the cover paper, and began to slowly, and carefully write out the title of his own quirk analysis notebook.

"Electro burst"

He decided that it would be a fitting title. It was simple, yet effective, at least to his eight year old mind.

Before he began scribbling his notes in the fresh notebook, he picked up his father's book once more, picking up where he left off.

The solidifying process consumes more time, and it takes more energy the more amount of plasma is used. The plasma can be used as a form of defense by allowing it to cushion heavy force. The plasma is attracted to the user's body allowing it to take form like a second skin against the user's body, though the user is able to turn off the magnetic properties allowing for long range attacks.

The green haired boy frowned, that was yet another difference that he noticed almost immediately. His father could apparently encase himself in plasma, while it took him a lot of concentration to control his electricity and encase a limb in it.

'Another difference I have to write down' He mumbled to himself absentmindedly.

The plasma quirk is quite versatile, allowing the user to be able to be both a form of offense and defense. Also the sheer heat exhibited by the quirk is able to give people sunburn if he or she stands near the user for a short period of time when the quirk is active. The user can't control the plasma or the direction it's heading to. The plasma is hot enough to melt through chromium steel in about 7-9 seconds. By encasing himself in plasma the user can both defend and attack simultaneously similar to those with hardening quirks. The user could choose to encase a limb in plasma since full body coating reduces mobility.

Izuku's gaze turned curious. Hardening? Like the Pro Hero, Crimson Riot? He already knew how useful hardening a limb could be; it wasn't only a boost of defensive abilities, but of offensive abilities as well.

But... To limit the area of effect to only around the body? He wanted to smack himself for not thinking of that, and to think that he had his quirk for nearly four years!

The green haired boy raised his hand up to his face, and then promptly shut his eyes, focusing intensely.

Crackles of electricity danced around his hand, as they encased his hands turning it into a gleaming gauntlet of pure electricity as they contrasted against his pale skin.

His eyes fluttered open after a few moments, a wide grin crossing his young features. He pulled his other arm upwards and repeated what he did again. His grin only got wider as he heard the distinctive crackling of electricity on the other arm. It was barely restrained, and a bit wild, but it was a start. He was sure that once he mastered it, would be a much faster way to reinforce his arms and his whole body

Izuku's eyes scanned further down the page, a bit disappointed to see that the analysis had already ended. So soon?

That was what, two pages? If that was all there was to the quirk, then what possibly made his father use up and entire notebook for this?

Now curious, the boy gripped the notebook in his hands, and began flipping through the pages.

Much to his surprise, and amazement, each page he had flipped through showed a different illustration-A well-polished sketch, hand drawn with a title above it, and a short description beneath it.

The green haired boy's eyes bulged. The notebook had what, a hundred pages? And practically all of them were filled with some sort of sketch.

He flipped to the very center of the notebook, curious to see what exactly these sketches were.

'Quirk super move: Cataclysm.' The title read, and the sketch showed off a man punching forward his arm encased in a sort of liquid into a post, with the next sketch depicting the post exploding into bits. His father has even scrawled out the amount of energy put in the punch.

He swallowed. That was… a little advanced for him, he had to admit. Just creating the gauntlets took a lot out of him. And he had already been shown that he couldn't control the power output released from his electricity and he couldn't stop it from exploding on impact.

But still, just the prospect of him being able to eventually achieve something like that made him bounce eagerly in his seat once again.

His father had to be extremely creative, and smart to be able to come up with so many ideas for such a quirk.

He flipped through the notebook again, trying to find something simpler, something that would get him started in following his father's footsteps. He then dropped the journal and went to check on the other books and he found a book titled "Core quirks" After reading the book he decided he would go to the library to get more books on core quirks.

The next day saw Izuku make a trip down to the local library, bag filled with empty notebooks and a holder bursting to the brim with pens and mechanical pencils. He spent the entire day within the air-conditioned reading rooms, going through book after book on the history of quirks, research studies on electric-type quirks, and informational books on various martial arts, offensive and defensive styles, and how to combine one's quirk with one's fighting skills.

Izuku was, unfortunately, forced to leave when the library closed for the night. But that didn't mean he was going home empty-handed. He loaned out the ten books he hadn't been able to cover during the day, and went home with a much heavier bag.

While it certainly was a struggle for Izuku's small frame, it did make him think about the best places for him to work out and build his muscle mass. Gym memberships were expensive investments, and he didn't want to add a financial burden on his mother.

So what could he do?

The bus Izuku was on took a left turn. He looked out the window. And the answer was right there, rushing past him.

A beach.

Well…if one was being generous. And decided to ignore the fact that it resembled more of a landfill with mountains of garbage than a beach.

But for Izuku, this was the perfect place.

The bus passed a moss-covered, weather-beaten wooden sign. Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. He'd better take note of the name, Izuku thought to himself.

For the day after next, he'll be back.

But before he could take on Dagobah beach, there was one more important thing Izuku had to begin focus on.

His Core

Several of the books he brought back from the library were on quirk cores and quirks that store up any type of energy, beyond what Dr. Tsubasa had already mentioned.

But while this knowledge was good and all, what Izuku was looking for was information on how to control his lightning and integrate its power into his body.

That came from the last book in the pile, covers littered with crease lines and pages yellowed with time. Izuku began reading.

The book said that the first step in controlling your quirk is to identify the nature of the energy that your body absorbs.

The first exercise was coming in contact with the source.

Easier said than done though, since the instructions merely said, "Open your heart, and open your soul. Be one with what defines you.

Izuku tried all manner of means to open his heart and soul. Sitting in a lotus position, sitting in a lotus position under the running showerhead, lying down on his bed with eyes closed, lying prone with eyes closed, standing dead straight with even breathing. All he felt was darkness, discomfort, mattress and getting drenched. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

'I'm doing this wrong,' he thought to himself as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling, 'But what is it?

Seconds ticked by. Birds chirped outside the bedroom window. Izuku raised a hand over his face. A crackle of jade electricity bolted across his arm to his fingertips, before disappearing.

No?

Maybe?

It was worth a shot.

Izuku relaxed his entire body as he lay back against the mattress. He closed his eyes, evened out his breathing, and tried to visualize the lightning coursing through him.

For several minutes, nothing happened. But Izuku persisted.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of darkness, a small crackle of green lightning dances across the void.

Izuku mentally cheered, before relaxing himself again. He had to repeat it, multiple times, until he got the hang of it. He tried again. The same crackle of electricity manifested itself again. He kept going, trying to expand the mental connection. Slowly, a second crackle joined the first, then a third, then a fourth. Izuku kept pushing, and eventually, the entire void was teeming with crackles of electricity, big and small. The field of electrical power seemed to expand bigger and bigger, until suddenly...

…everything went bright.

For an undetermined amount of time, all Izuku could see was white. It persisted even when he opened his eyes. His room had vanished, only white as far as his eyes could see.

Izuku realised he was lying on a hard surface, though it appeared to be nothing, just white. He slowly picked himself up, and tried to orient himself with this unfamiliar realm he had just entered.

'What is this place?'

He took a step forward, feeling the hard surface underneath. Then another step. He was soon walking, but to where, he didn't know. He knew he was moving, but his surroundings remained the same, white all around, uninterrupted.

Izuku didn't know how long he walked. But suddenly, he stopped.

Something, in the distance, interrupted the vast white.

It looked like a man…. No young boy.

Izuku sped up his steps.

It appeared to be a young boy about 7 years older than him, and he had some sort of obsidian electricity crackling around him like a protective shell. The boy seemed to not notice Izuku.

Izuku then reached out to touch the boy…

…only for the whole place to erupt in a storm of obsidian electricity shaking it to the foundations, the electric currents crackling sharply.

Izuku pulled his hand back, just as the electricity around the boy he touched, began shaking wildly and the electric currents shooting out in all directions. There was a bright flash, and then

…his eyes flew open, and he was back in his room again.

For several moments, he laid still on his bed, breathing hard from the rush that was now slowly leaving him like water flowing down the drain. He glanced about, checking to see if he was really back in the real world, before summoning the energy to sit up.

He turned to the instructional book, lying idly on the floor beside his bed. Izuku picked it up, and flipped to the next exercise.

First contact will be volatile. Unfamiliarity remains dominant. Practice makes perfect, so too will the connection become.

"Well, looks like I have another reason to head down to Dagobah beach tomorrow."

5 years Later

Green eyes fluttered open at the incessant ringing of an alarm. The curly haired boy yawned, softly sliding a hand over to the button, and stopping the annoying beeping that had woken him. He smiled to himself, sitting up, and stretching his arms over his head with a loud, but cheerful groan.

He twisted his body, naked soles finding them impacting soundlessly against wooden flooring as the boy practically skipped out of his bed. Energy filling him from the moment he opened his eyes.

Izuku followed a fairly simple morning routine. He'd wake up, take a quick shower, brush his teeth, eat a large, healthy meal that his mother prepared, and then he'd go out, find Katsuki, and the pair would go for a run together before they headed out for school.

Convincing Katsuki to exercise wasn't an easy task, but somehow, the young boy had managed to convince his blond friend about the importance of exercise when it came to developing their quirks. He had only discovered the importance of physical training about eight or so months ago, when he read through one of his father's many notebooks about energy absorbent quirks. Apparently, the best way to maintain those types of quirks was to exercise regularly and have a source of the energy the quirks absorbs so that the quirk had plenty of reserves to draw upon. He woke up like he did any other day, little did he know that this day was anything but normal.