Hey everyone, it's me I've been a big fan of My Hero Academia for a while so I decided to finally start writing again. I have to say I'm excited about this new project and I hope you enjoy it. I don't have a fixed schedule for this and what with work I may not have as much time to work on this as I would like but I'll do my best to update as frequently as I can while still keeping up the quality that's all I have to say for now so here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or its characters

Narrator

You've probably heard and seen this before but listen and observe one more time for this story is different. It all started about 200 years ago in the town of Quin Quin, China where a child was born that radiated pure light. Following that people all over the world began developing extraordinary abilities, these abilities soon became known as quirks. Nobody knows what caused these quirks to appear but with the rise of powers, chaos filled the streets. And from that chaos, a few people began using their newfound powers to perform heroic deeds. And so this led to the rise of a new profession that filled the dreams of others, these protectors of the innocent became known as heroes. And now 200 years later the world has become a superhuman society with about 80% of the world's population possessing some uncanny ability, however with that 20% of the world's population have no special abilities, the term for such people is called quirkless. Sadly this has made many people realize that not all men are created equal, and one such boy is being forced to realize this.

"Stop it Kacchan! Y-your hurting him!" The shout came from a small child with messy green hair and four freckles in a diamond shape on each cheek. "If you don't stop I...I'll stop you myself!" This boy's name is Izuku Midoriya and he was currently in a defensive stance as he stood between three other kids his age and another boy on the ground wiping away tears after the beating he had received from the other three boys. Izuku for his part was trembling in fear as he stood against his friend the spiky-haired ash blond boy known as Katsuki Bakugo or Kacchan that was leading two others.

Bakugo gave Izuku an unpleasant smile as he slammed his fist into his open palm, "Heh, so you're trying to play hero, huh?" a small explosion as he did so went off in his hands. "You don't stand a chance without a quirk you useless Deku." The other two boys behind him activated their quirks in response to their leader's action one of them grew large red leathery wings and the other's fingers grew extensively. They all shared the same smile as they charged forward to beat Izuku for daring to stand against them, the boy Izuku had been defended ran away as soon as the trio's attention was on Izuku leaving him to suffer a worse beating than the one he had just endured.

Izuku laid thereafter the three had left, he couldn't bring himself to move as he remembered a few weeks ago when he had gone to the doctor with his mother to find out what his quirk would be, only to have his hopes crushed as the doctor informed them that he was one of the few who was quirkless. At that moment his world came crashing down, all his dreams suddenly felt unreachable, the next few days had been full of crying, sitting in a chair in front of a computer watching his favorite video of the number one hero All Might and his inspiration for becoming a hero. One night he had asked his mother if he could still be a hero regardless of being quirkless, his small hope was once again crushed when his mother dropped to her knees and hugged him crying and saying. "I'm sorry Izuku, I wish things could be different."

Most people would give up then and there, with the world and even those closest to him saying that he could never achieve his dreams, but Izuku was different than most people. He remembered the hope he felt when he saw heroes, not just All Might save people, the expressions on other people as a hero arrived bringing hope and a feeling of safety to others. Clenching his teeth as he forced himself to stand up despite the pain. He looked up at the sun beginning to set, the light warming him and reminding him of his hopes and dreams, at that moment he clenched his fists and began walking back home. With each step he pushed aside all the voices in his head telling him to give up, the embers in him that had been close to being extinguished began to burn brighter until it grew into a flame that one day would grow into an inferno. As he finally made it home he forced himself to smile like his hero and with his rekindled dream he swore to himself he would one day become a hero even if he was quirkless.

Izuku may have been forced to accept that not all people are born equal, that some people are born with more power than others but he would not let that stop him. But this is all something you've heard before, the story of how this boy became the greatest hero in the world. But this isn't the only story here, now we move on to another story one that is so different and yet similar to Izuku's own story. The story of a boy that would be shunned by others because of his power's potential.

In this world people will often ostracize those who are weaker than them, their lack of power makes them easy targets for those who have power. Others to avoid being seen as targets as well will avoid them to be safe or they may follow those who are strong for protection. But what of those who are born with to much power? What if someone was born with a power that others fear and envy? Pride, envy, fear these may cause others to ostracize those who they would otherwise follow or admire. Such is the story of a young boy whose power changed the course of his life.

Children were currently laughing as they ran around the playground, it was a sight you would often see during a weekend afternoon. But far away in the backyard of a Japanese style mansion one boy was not playing or laughing, he was sitting under the shade of a large tree curled up and wiping away tears. The boy was 4 years old with short messy chocolate brown hair, his cognac brown eyes that almost seemed to glow with the shadow cast over them, but most noticeable of all were the two black-furred cat ears on the side of his head that were currently drooping down, along with a solid black furred tail that was currently curled around him. A few weeks ago he would have been playing alongside the other kids in a park, laughing and running like any normal kid his age. But now things were very different because of a few weeks ago when his quirk had finally manifested his memory of that day was confusing as the remembered certain points with such clarity while other parts were a blur and as he closed his eyes the memories played in his head once again.

Other kids had already begun to show signs of developing powers but he had yet to show any signs, he hadn't been very worried though and the thought of being quirkless had never even occurred to him. Then one day while he was playing in a corner of the room with a few of his friends a sequence of events happened that would change his life. Another kid who had developed their quirk was boasting loudly about how they would be one of the greatest heroes, that wouldn't catch his attention normally but the boasting boy's next words instantly stopped him in his tracks.

"Everyone knows all quirkless people are losers, I mean there is nothing special about them so there is no way a quirkless could ever be a hero." The boy smirked as a few other kids nodded in agreement and cheered him on. Kenford on the other hand openly glared at the boy and stomped up to the boy to confront him. "Hey, you take that back right now just because someone is quirkless doesn't make them losers or that they can't be a hero." Kenford didn't shout but he had raised his voice slightly and his tone was full of anger.

The other boy was taken aback by Kenford's anger and sudden approach, but after looking around and seeing that the caretaker wasn't in the room and most the other kids were too distracted by their fun he was confident no one else would interfere plus he knew that Kenford hadn't developed a quirk yet. The kid smirked as he saw that all the advantages were with him, "Oh? Do you think that? I bet you're just saying because you don't have a quirk yet and you're worried that you'll be quirkless you dumb Neko."

Kenford gritted his teeth in a snarl exposing his upper and lower fangs while letting out a low cat-like growl, he wasn't sure what a Neko was but the tone of the other boy made it clear that he meant it as an insult. He was about to respond with his insult but the boy spoke up cutting him off before he could speak. "Oh? Is the little kitty angry? You should be careful otherwise people might think that your feral and lock you up before you hurt someone." The boy let out a loud laugh and his companions laughed with him, the boy had a smug smile on his face as he saw the anger on Kenford's face, then decided it was time to drive the point home now.

The boy stepped closer and drew his fist back, "You should learn to keep your mouth shut around someone stronger than you, mangy cat." With that the boy threw his fist forward while activating his quirk, a translucent bright yellow field surrounded his fist, and the moment it came in contact with Kenford's chest it sent him flying back a few feet into the wall. There was a thud at the impact and his head smacked against the wall and the slumped to the floor.

That moment when Kenford felt the impacts then the boy's laugh was when things became fuzzy in his memory, he only remembered a few flashes of images and sounds but hose few flashes would haunt him from that point on. First, there were screams, he wasn't sure if they were of concern or fear, then he felt his hand grip the ground, he heard the sound of something breaking and more screaming as suddenly several spikes seemed to materialize from the ground. The smell of blood hit his nose then the room seems to shake and the roof started to collapse, the other kids ran out of the room screaming then things went black right after he felt a slight pain from his head.

He awoke several hours later in a hospital bed his family was in the same room as him with a doctor, they were all too busy talking to notice that he was starting to wake up and so they didn't hide the concern in their voices as they spoke. The doctor tried to sound calm but there was a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke."It seems your son has developed a mutated quirk instead of an inherited one, it's extremely rare but it does happen. Although I've never seen one as powerful as the one your son had developed."

His father spoke up, the helmet of his armor opened so his voice was clear, "What exactly is his quirk? Some kind of earth manipulation? Quirks like that are the only things I've seen that match what we saw at the school."

The doctor shook her head and picked up a coffee mug she had brought with her to help her explain. "No, though there are similarities your son's quirk is far more powerful and dangerous than simple earth manipulation. It appears your son can dismantle anything he touches down to its very molecules by separating them from each other, then he's able to manipulate them into any pattern he wants. Simply put your son can dematerialize then re-materialize anything he touches or that is in contact with what he's dematerializing at the time living, nonliving, organic, inorganic it doesn't matter he can break it down then put it back together however he wants."

His family looked stunned as they heard that their son's quirk could potentially be one of the strongest quirks in all of Japan, the only one who didn't show any surprise or any emotion whatsoever was his grandfather, he simply nodded his head as he listened. Kenford for his part gasped as he understood that he had a quirk and though he didn't completely understand how it worked the excitement distracted him from the fear in the woman's voice and the comment about his quirk being dangerous, he also missed the implications of his quirk when she said both organic and living things would be affected by his quirk. He wouldn't understand the implications of what had happened that day until a few days later when he saw the news. It was a report about the destruction of the daycare, in the report, it showed that a large amount of the small building had collapsed and several large stone spikes could be seen rising from the ground. Then came the part that would affect him for the rest of his life, it was a list of injuries that had occurred several students had minor injuries but a few had been stabbed by some of the smaller spikes, none had been killed and they would all recover eventually.

The reporter then stated, "The accident was caused by a child's quirk, the identity of the child is being kept a secret from us but I can't help but wonder what kind of quirk could cause so much damage and more importantly what kind of child would use their quirk to hurt so many of their fellows and destroy the building. Truly it is a thought that the authorities should keep in mind after all such a display of ruthless destruction could be a clear sign of mental instability and this reporter feels like such a monster should be kept in check."

After that, he began to understand what had happened and the woman's words stuck with him. Not long after he had tried to talk to his friends but they had refused to talk to him, even the parents wanted nothing to do with him. And the few times he had seen them or anyone who knew that it was him who caused the destruction they would hurry away from him, a clear expression of fear in their faces. After a week he had been officially withdrawn from the daycare and plans were made for him to move to his grandparent's mansion outside the town where he would be homeschooled and have professionals help him control his quirk. And so here he is now crying under a tree wondering why he had been born with such a quirk, why he was cursed, and if it was even possible to be like his family and reach his dream, his dream to be one of the greatest heroes in the world.

Life can be cruel and unforgiving at times but it's up to the individual to take what life has given them both the good and the bad to forge their path. Pain, suffering, trauma these things can destroy some but others can use them to rise from the ashes stronger than before.

This is the story of two boys who rose above the challenges life threw at them and rose to be some of the greatest heroes in the world.

AN

Hey, everyone, I hope you enjoyed this little prologue I'm excited to be doing this and so before I go I have a few things to say and people I need to thank.

First off I want to thank mxjace from the My Hero Academia amino app for making the art that I'm using for the story's image. It came out great and I appreciate their hard work. Also, I have to thank another author who helped inspire me to write this story, which is none other than {Magnus9284} and their amazing story Cursed Blood. You should check it out it's a great story with a bit of a dark theme to it but it still has plenty of humor. It also reminded me that some people with powerful and dangerous quirks would be seen in a negative light by others which I admit was not something I had thought of until I read their story. Welp that's all I have to say I hope you enjoyed please leave a review letting me know what you think it would mean a lot to me, thanks again and have a great day!