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"All Quirks have weaknesses."

Katsuki was roughly six-years-old when he first heard that stupid, stupid quote for the first time, and as soon as he heard it he knew he'd never forget it for as long as he lived. Even when he turned a billion years old, and he was taking his last breath, he'd still remember it just as clearly as the day he heard it. He knew this, and he was right. Years later, he would still be able to vividly remember that he had been sitting on the ground, enjoying his life and playing with his toys on the living room floor, while his Pops flipped through TV channels trying to find something to watch. Eventually, after half an hour, his father settled on some half-backed, dumb talk show that adults didn't actually seem to like but watched anyway.

It didn't really bug Katsuki too much though, because he was far too focused on blowing up villains, rescuing his loyal sidekick and saving the entire world from the evil Dr. Deku to really care that the TV was even on. Plus, it was just some stupid talk show that even Katsuki knew only people that desperate watched and he was never, ever going to be that desperate at his hyperactive age. He had toys to play with and an imagination the size of the Grand Canyon; more than enough to entertain himself with. Not to mention the fact that the volume was set too low for Katsuki to hear even with his hearing aids in, so it wouldn't have mattered whether he noticed the TV or liked the show either way.

Then, as if deciding that the poor kid needed to be tortured for years to come, his mother sat down on the couch next to Pops and turned the volume up just as that stupid quote was leaving some jerkface's mouth.

"All Quirks have weaknesses."

Katsuki jumped a little, and a shiver ran down his spine from the shock of hearing something after sitting in relative silence for quite a while, but also because of what he heard. It spoke directly to him almost, called out to him, and demanded he kept listening. So, he gingerly turned his head to face the TV, despite the uneasy feeling of dread that rumbled deep inside his stomach, and instantly, his heart stopped beating.

The host of the talk show was interviewing someone Katsuki had never heard of, and never saw again afterward, on TV or otherwise. He didn't know the name of the man being interviewed, and he didn't wind up remembering what the man looked like in the long run. He couldn't even tell you if he was a blond or a brunette. But while the quote was the thing that Katsuki never forgot, it was the man's general look that made the entire thing an actual nightmare. He still didn't remember the man's face, just things like that he had a sadistic grin that would make Satan jealous. That his voice could make the most dangerous villains in the world quake in their boots. Just the overall evil aura he gave through the TV was terrifying.

The guy's villainous face, on top of his unforgettable quote, would be forever scarred into Katsuki's mind, slotted between Deku holding his hand out for him by the river, and the first time he ever saw All Might kick serious villain ass.

"There isn't a single Quirk in the world that doesn't have some sort of weaknesses to it," The Man from the TV continued as he chuckled, "Because the human body isn't built to handle quirks. It can try to evolve to that point, but it will always fail because Quirks are simply too diverse. Therefore, there will always be imperfections to Quirks: kinks in our armor, and my job is to find ways to exploit those imperfections..."

The Man continued to talk for a few minutes but to Katsuki it might as well have been hours. He just wouldn't stop talking about how he helped arrest—'destroyed,' 'manipulated,' 'ruined'— a once-thought to be 'all-powerful villain' that had been terrorizing major cities in Japan for years. The entire time, Katsuki sat there tongue-tied, gawking in utter horror.

He might have been young, but Katsuki could tell that the man wasn't doing whatever his job was out of the goodness of his heart, but because he was a unique kind of evil that he had never seen before.

The rest of the night was spent sitting in Pops' lap and clutching his shirt as he tried to pretend that he wasn't afraid of The Man from TV. Pops, thankfully, went along with it and didn't bother asking for an explanation, though he probably already knew.

Bedtime came, and Katsuki refused to sleep in his parents' room, because he was going to be the greatest hero in the world, and great heroes didn't sleep with their parents, but he started to regret not taking the offer around 11 PM. It was the first of many sleepless nights that he spent haunted by the man's quote and the stupid look on his face. After all, it was the first time Katsuki ever realized that evil people could work for good guys, and that terrified him. If bad guys worked for the good guys, then how are you supposed to know who's good and who's evil? Can good guys work for bad guys?

Katsuki's head pounded, not knowing what to think about these topics that were way too complex for his tiny developing brain to comprehend. He barely understood what "terrorist" meant, so how was he supposed to figure out what makes a good guy and a bad guy?

Even worse, that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg that was Katsuki's muddled thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that there were bad guys just like the man, real bad guys who worked for real villains. He didn't know what The Man did, but that didn't make Katsuki feel any better. If anything, his lack of knowledge made it even more terrifying because it allowed his imagination to make up that the guy was a demon. A demon who "tore quirks apart", and "displayed people's guts for all to see." Meaning he could tear Katsuki's Quirk apart. He could show everyone Katsuki's guts. He could "ruin his entire being."

Katsuki jumped into a sitting position with a gasp, feeling his muscles go rigid from being tense for so long. Katsuki cursed his life and began to awkwardly rub his shoulders, arms, and lower neck to ease his muscles back into place.

While he did that, Katsuki thought, and he thought a bit more, and eventually something he'd completely overlooked slapped him in the face. His Pops didn't have a weakness, neither did his Ma, or his friends at school. Famous heroes in history, like Sort Magi and Intelligent, didn't have any stupid Quirk weaknesses, and they were super powerful. Some of the most powerful people in history!

Then, Katsuki had another realization: his Quirk didn't have any silly weaknesses. Everyone he had ever met said that it was just flat out awesome, unbeatable, a Quirk worthy of a Number One Hero, and would anyone lie about something like that?! It was better than All Might's, and All Might's Quirk didn't have any weaknesses either!

And the whole "Good Versus Evil" thing just gave Katsuki a headache and was stupid now that he thought about it a bit more. Just plain old stupid.

So what if things got weird? He thought stubbornly. Good guys are still good guys, and bad guys are still bad, no matter what.

Katsuki finally relaxed, feeling a little better about the whole thing despite the pit in his stomach that he ignored. Then, after a few more minutes, his hand began to cramp, so he had to stop his little shoulder message to take care of his tiny fingers.

It was so stupid, Katsuki thought one last time for the night. He had been acting like an idiot. Like Deku. Completely pathetic. Thankfully he had snapped out of it.

Feeling satisfied, and having done all he could for his tense muscles and aching hand, Katsuki flopped against his bed and curled back into a mess of blankets and pillows.

Slowly, he fell asleep to a world without sound, a world of dark blurs, and the knowledge he would wake up in horrible pain.

Never once did he question why that was.

Authors Note:
Holy Moly, its been forever sense Ive published a fic all on my own, and Im really excited to do it again. So, thank you all for reading, I appreciate it, and I can't wait for your guys' feedback!

However, before I go, I feel like I should mention this fic was originally supposed to be a short, little, sick-fic one-shot, but as of right now it is over 24 k words long, and I still have 4 more "segments" (ie 'chapters') to go. So I decided to break the story up into chapters. There will be 10. However, the problem with breaking up the fic is that each 'segment' drastically varies in length and I believe this is the shortest one and has the least of information. So consider this chapter to be more like a prologue than an actual first chapter. Anyway, I Just hope you enjoyed this chapter and all future chapters regardless of any pacing issues this might bring.

Once Again: Thank you reading, and thank you Day for editing!

Next Update Will Be on: Friday - August 21st, American Time

-Kayla