DISCLAIMER I do not own MHA this is just a work of fiction. The only thing I own in this is my OC and that is all. Enjoy.
1
The funny thing about quirks is that you never know what they are until it's too late. All my life I thought I was quirkless, that I was just another minority in the minority. It's heartbreaking to see all of your friends, family, and neighbors get their quirks only for you to be the "normal" or "abnormal" one. No one cares about you when you don't show that you have any potential, or to be a future source of income and fame. It's so hard to keep wanting to live with myself knowing that I am just a constant disappointment to my family. The stares people give you when they think you aren't paying attention, the yelling of mom and dad late at night arguing of whose fault it was. Life is just so fucking cruel and terrible to those who don't have any power. In the country I grew up they say that "All men are created equal", a country founded by immigrants who love to keep immigrants out. For generations my family called this the "AMERICAN DREAM '', to be the ones who will make something out of nothing, but sadly that is not the case, I was not created equally as to those around me. I was just in 4th grade when I really found out how truly unjust the world was. It was the day I died. The day that changed my life forever.
It was probably the gloomiest day of October, the skies were unusually grey for it being the lower region of Texas. It was as if someone took a paintbrush soaking in dull grey paint swooshed it over the sky, and were gently blowing on it to dry the paint. Green trees slowly losing their leaves, showing signs of bright and colorful life unaware of how it would be snuffed out in a couple of months when the cold would finally come. Still despite the day, it was the perfect weather for the school to send the kids out to play on the playground. Full of hyperactive children who didn't know better. Some of these kids could've been someone's worst nightmare. One kid had 4 arms, another had the tail of a scorpion, while some just had different skin colors like blue, green, pink, hell even red. These little brats showing off their quirks without a care in the world. Not caring if they hurt someone just so they could look cool in front of their friends and show them just how "amazing" they were. Unfortunately, that was the main problem nowadays, no one disciplined their children anymore. They just let them run amuck doing whatever it is that they wanted, when they wanted.
Disgusting really, I was just minding my business playing in the dirt watching the ants work like the good little soldiers they were. Then something collided with my head, really hard. I looked off to the side to see what had hit me, it was a metal ball the size of a dental floss case. I knew who that had come from, this wasn't my first rodeo. This wasn't the first time I had to stay lying down watching the world through the distorted smoking crimson reflection of the metallic object. I could see them through it, laughing at me.
"THE RETAAAAARD DIDN'T SEE IT COMING" was what I could make out from the pulsating pain from the left side of my head to the slight ringing in my ear. Fuck that stung. Captain Asshole was able to create metal balls out of the iron from his blood, which weirdly he would have to spit out in order to create them. Like I said quirks are unpredictable.
"LOOK AT HIM HE'S BLEEDING WHAT A FAGGET" was the next thing I could make it before I started to roll on my stomach to use both hands to lift myself up off of the floor. That came from the rotund piece of shit standing to the left of their "leader". He had a quirk that allowed him to throw small objects with his mind. Light telepathy but he couldn't bring anything to him which I find ironic since he was so big for a 4th grader you could have sworn he had his own gravitational pull.
"AW GONNA GO CRY TO YOUR DADDY? OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT HE LEFT BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND TO BE AROUND HIS QUIRKLESS REJECT." Fuck that hurt too but on the inside rather than the outside. If I wasn't already crying then I was now. Slight snot dared to slowly leak out of my nostrils, my hazy vision could barely make out the figure to the right but judging by the blurry red skin he was the one who heated up the ball so it would be scorching hot when it smacked into my head. His quirk while not great compared to other fire users like the one hero from Japan was still harmful when used on another kid.
There wasn't much I could do just stand there in anger, sadness, frustration, and fear. My hand curled into a fist while the other was slowly covering the burnt and bloody spot on the side of my head. "FUCK YOU GUYS, YOU GUYS HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN PICK ON ME. WHY? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU YET YOU HURT ME. I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE." that's all I could muster to scream while slightly hunched over, tears flowing down my face making the small droplets of mud underneath me.
"Oh you want to be left alone huh?" asked their leader with an amount of malice in his voice it made me freeze for a brief moment. I looked up with slight fear in my eyes and shaking from the adrenaline running throughout my body. "Well, we can make sure no one ever bothers you again" The leader spit out a metal ball about the size of a half-dollar, while the red-skinned bastard next to him started to heat it up in his hand, this time however I could tell it was hot. Like really really hot to the point that it was glowing and almost on the verge of melting.
"WAIT NO PLEASE, MY MOM SH-SH-HE'LL BE LOST WITHOUT ME. P-PL-PLEASE DON'T DO IT I-I-I-I'LL LEAVE AND YOU WON'T EVER HAVE TO SEE ME AGAIN" I screamed hoping that they would change their minds.
"Oh, we won't ever have to see you again all right."
That was the last thing I heard before the ball tore through my chest and came out the other end. I wasn't dead immediately but at that point, I wished I was. I was choking on my own blood, I could taste the metallic liquid in my mouth, I was coughing so much I thought my lung would come out. Even as I lay there dying, I was still crying. At just 9 years old my life was over. The bullies left, the class had returned to normal and no one seemed to care that I was missing. I was all alone, just as I always was all my life. I may have been surrounded by people but no matter what I was alone. It's like they say, you live alone, you die alone. Soon my vision started to go out, the darkness that was creeping over my vision finally started to come out of the shadows and with my last breath it took me.
I bolted upright in my mattress, a cold sweat covered my body, my chest heaving up and down quickly. My hand was placed over the hole that used to be in my chest slowly my index traced the scar in swirls. Looking around I could tell it was almost going to be a morning judging by how little light was shining through the makeshift curtains.
"What time is it?" I got my answer. "Huh, almost 6 a.m. Well might as well get ready, it's a long ride to school" I got up, took a quick cold shower. It was almost painful having to take a cold shower every day but it was better than nothing. I looked at myself in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth. My right eye was green and my left eye was a hazelnut. My dad's eye felt like it was staring into my soul judging me with such disappointment, while my mothers told me everything was going to be okay.
I just sighed and looked at the scars on my body, I was no way near to being fit but I wasn't exactly skinny either. Aside from the scar on my chest I had a giant 10-inch scar going across my abdomen, multiple stab/scars from my shoulders all the way down to my wrists. Even though I couldn't see them I could feel my old scars on my back. I remembered how they severed my spine with that katana. Fucking Yakuza at the time I didn't even have any money. But that didn't stop them. The holes where my left kidney should've been when I was tripped down a flight of stairs and stabbed myself with my pencil. Aside from all the scars the one thing that I could not ever seem to get used to was the tattoo that was underneath my right eye. Nothing crazy just numbers. [78612 ] It was my name in another lifetime. Shaking my head I decided it was too early to get lost in my past. Quickly I put on my school uniform, ate some almost expired fruit from the fridge, downed it with some tap water and off I went to start the day.
I pulled my bike out of the apartment, slipped on my black and grey sneakers and as I was leaving I saw my neighbor from the floor below me. Green hair, 4 freckles on each side of his face and well rather plain-looking. I met him down at the bottom of the steps and I paid him no attention aside from the routine nod I gave him and went about my regular day or so I thought. We went to the same school together, the same classes, the same lunch, the same apartment complex in Musutafu. The poor kid always the target of the school asshole. Bakugo Katsuki or as I liked to call him. Baka-go. He was quirkless just as I had been all those years ago. He seemed nice but I was anything but nice. Being the one kid that didn't talk a lot or like to bring attention to myself I just blended into the background as an "extra" well at least according to Baka-go. While my Japanese was shit I was very good at writing it and was at least top 10 in my class. Although that was the only attention I brought to myself cause I needed to get into U.A. Japan's most prestigious school for heroes.
See I thought I didn't have a quirk but oh man was I wrong. After I was killed in elementary school back in the states. I woke up in the ambulance in a body bag and I freaked out and accidentally tore through the bag with my claws. Turns out I have a rare .0000001 percent chance of having a quirk that I called Reincarnation. Turns out every time I die I come back with not only really fast regenerative healing but I come back with random quirk. My dad had a quirk that allowed himself to heal small wounds almost instantly and life-threatening ones in hours. My mom had the ability to copy people's quirk but to a smaller, more refined scale. One time I had heat vision, I could go invisible, super strength, super speed, excellent hearing, I had 4 fox tails and ears (that one was weird) and so on and so forth. At first it bothered me, you know dying. However, I soon got used to it and with my ability, I got really good at it mastering every quirk I ever got I just made sure not to die too often since I wanted to get the most out of my quirk.
Back at the topic on hand, I wasn't the only one who was interested in U.A. so was Baka-go and Izuku. I refused to call him Deku since that was just downright insulting and I have some respect for him sticking it out as long as he has. Laughter brought me out of my daze as I looked up and the whole class was laughing at Izuku. "YOU THINK YOU COULD GET INTO U.A. WITHOUT A QUIRK? YOU USELESS FUCKING IDIOT. DON'T YOU KNOW YOU NEED A QUIRK TO BE A HERO!" yelled Baka-go at Izuku's face. Usually, I wouldn't have said anything but watching the teacher laugh set me off and reminded me of my time as a child when the teachers would do nothing about my abuse.
"Actually anybody can be a hero Baka-go." DEAD. The whole class was dead quiet. You could hear a feather drop. His attention was off of Izuku and now on me. One the inside I was telling myself "Shit Shit Shit Shit" but on the outside, I held my cool composure.
"What the fuck did you just say? Extra?" asked Baka-go as he slowly stepped to me slightly looking down as I was in my desk. Now the whole class had their eyes on me. "Oh great" I thought as I scanned the classroom. "Ew gross there's that kid holding his eyeballs in his hands trying to get a better look."
I looked him in the eye and just said "What are you deaf or something? You heard what I said. And if you didn't well that's not my problem that's what you get for yelling all the time Baka-go." if he wasn't already mad well now he was furious.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to be talking to me like your above me you little shit. DON'T YOU KNOW I'M THE BIGGEST THE BADDEST AND BEST AROUND HERE!" he yelled while grabbing the collar of my shirt, slightly burning it and causing small explosions in his other hand putting it dangerously close to my face.
I just smirked "You also have the smallest dick around here too Kaaachaaan" I stretched out the last bit to make a point. "What mommy and daddy don't pay enough attention to you? Or did they inflate your ego so much that you actually believe you are the best? News flash fucker you ain't shit. Now get your hand off my shirt before you lose it." I said as I stood up and simultaneously made a blade of Ice from thin air. I got lucky this life with the ability to make ice and pull the moisture from the air to create the ice blade. It had been around 2 years since I had this ability.
There was an audible "ooooOOOOUUUU" that went out of the class, his face red and turned into a snarl he screamed as he charged up his palm and before he could get it off the teacher called us off. "That's enough you two knock it out or you will both be placed in detention."
"Tch you got lucky this time fucker" was all he could say before he got back in his seat.
"Alright class as I was saying before…" I zoned the teacher out and looked at Izuku who was staring at me wide-eyed, with a shaky smile and mouthed "Thank You" before returning back to the lesson at hand. The rest of the day went by in a blur for me.
Lunch was normal however I felt the attention of everyone on me the whole day which made me slightly uncomfortable but just held my poker face and continued on like normal. Close to the end of the day, I took off to the restroom since the almost expired fruit was not agreeing with the rest of the contents within my stomach. I spent a little too long in the restroom and before I knew it the final bell had rung. As I was nearing the classroom to retrieve my backpack I heard an explosion then followed by "Maybe you should take a swan dive off of the roof, then maybe you'll be reborn with a quirk in your next life." Baka-go cackled with his lackeys as they left and we stared each other down. As I was walking into the classroom a little ball of green shot past me. "He wouldn't...would he?" I got my stuff quickly and followed him to the roof. "NO NO NO NO" I ran as fast as I could, I saw him there standing on the edge.
"I'm s-s-so-sorry mom, A-A-All-Might. I'm not strong enough not anymore." Those were his last words before he started to lean forward. Time seemed to move slow. Thinking fast I created a slide of ice and jumped after him. I barely managed to grab him by the back of the shirt I threw him back to the roof with all my strength. His face was full of shock and horror as he saw me fall to my death. "Oh well let's see what I get next time" and with that my spine snapped as I landed on the bicycle rack with a sick crunch/splat.
Baka-go and his lackeys were walking out of the building and heard the sound of bone breaking and my head smacking the concrete. They turned to the source of the noise and for the first time in a long time his face paled and his eyes were wide."What was th-HOLY SHIT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"
Alright, that's the end of chapter 1 please leave a comment on how this first chapter was I'd love any input you guys have and any future powers you would like to see for my OC. I also will be going over my chapters and editing them for grammatical errors.
*Edited for grammar, added in some new lines and break lines
*Edited to correct where the tattoo is placed. Now its under his right eye.