Chisaki stood before her mirror the next morning, washing her toothpaste down the drain and eyeing her reflection. The horrible collage of blues, greens, and purples stuck out from the edges of her pajama sleeves and shorts, smattering across her thighs and shoulders. Carefully she removed her shirt and inspected her body's healing with a sigh of defeat. Her back and middle were like an impressionist painting that barely left any canvas bare.

She winced as she pulled her school uniform's shirt over her head. Already, she could tell that she'd be sore for at least another few days. But she could deal with the pain. She just hoped that she could properly cover it all.

There was no way that she was showing up in front of Sensei looking like she could barely stand, so she tucked in her shirt and pulled on long socks to cover her legs. Her eyes roamed her reflection now that she'd done a little bit of touching up. She turned her arms and checked her profile. Nothing was too obvious. Good.

She leaned in now and inspected her face. The bags under her eyes stood stark against her freckles. Fuck. She couldn't look like she was going to pass out either. If only she hadn't been so excited last night, she might have actually gotten more than an hour of sleep. Well, hopefully she'd feel a little more awake after some breakfast.

Chisaki promptly shuffled her way to the kitchen and popped some toast into the toaster, making sure to avoid making too much noise. She'd heard her mother roll in in the early morning and she didn't want to risk waking her. Her mother had been working so hard recently, she no doubt needed her rest.

As Chisaki walked to school, toast in hand, she found herself humming with excitement. Despite the insufferable jolts of pain that shot through her with every step, there was an equally bright silver lining to the day. She was going to get a quirk.

Her, a quirk!

It sounded impossible and otherworldly, but it was going to happen. Her mind began to buzz with its usual questions and inspections. How would it happen? What did All For One even look like when used? What would it feel like? Would it be painful? What kind of quirk would it be? How would she use it?

She pulled herself from these thoughts as she stepped onto campus and marched her way upstairs. Her nerves hit her with a different worry when she stood before the classroom door. She'd have to see Kachaan again today, wouldn't she? What should she say to him? Should she say anything at all? What if he got mad at her again? How should she act? What should she do?

Out of nowhere a hand clamped down on her shoulder, pressing right onto a bad set of bruises. Chisaki shuddered in pain, pressing her lips into a hard line to keep a cry from escaping from behind them. She looked up with watering eyes to find Kachaan himself grinning down at her.

"Good Morning Deku~" He delivered with a chilling smile, his tone was grating with annoyance.

"G-goodmorning." She choked out in response, avoiding eye contact.

He smiled to himself in satisfaction and shouldered his way past her, opening the door to the classroom. "See you in class." He said. His aggressive aura hung thick in the air even as he turned towards his seat and disappeared from view.

As soon as he was gone, another hand clapped her on the back. What should have been yet another friendly gesture sent a jolt of pain across her back and made her gasp and recoil.

"Oh sorry there Deku. You still feeling a bit sore? Huh?" One of Kachaan's lackeys said, appearing at her side. The other one seemed to materialize opposite him, as if summoned by the sheer idiocy that hung around them both like a stench. God she hated them.

"Aww too bad, I was hoping that we could go for another round."
"Right? What do you say Deku?"

"You up for a lesson one on one?"

Chisaki ignored them icily and dragged herself wordlessly to the doorway, setting course for her seat.

"Hey, where do you think you're going, morron?" A voice growled after her. She didn't need to turn around to know that they were very thoroughly pissed off by her nonreaction to them. The same boy must have moved to follow her because the other one suddenly exclaimed.

"Wait man!" Chisaki watched some heads turn at the sound. The boy, who now stood in the doorway with a hand on his friend's arm, was glancing between Bakugo and his friend. He lowered his voice to a desperate whisper. "If Bakugo sees you beating up his punching bag, he'll be beyond pissed!"

The other hissed back in frustration. "But that useless piece of shit still needs to be taught her place!"

"I know man, just not right now!"

Chisaki took her seat, her thoughts buzzing in response.

So these goons were scared of Kachaan… Well, that wasn't new. After all, wasn't everyone?

An odd thought struck her at that comment. She had a very hard time picturing someone like Sensei or Shigaraki being afraid of her childhood friend. The situation would no doubt be reversed. She struggled to bury a smile between her pressed lips.

Ah, Kachaan would probably piss himself if Sensei showed up at his doorstep.

Of course, if that happened then Kachaan would probably wind up dead. The thought of that left a bad taste in Chisaki's mouth and her smile slipped away.

Yeah. It would probably be wisest if these two sides of her life stayed separated for now.

The first bell rang and Bakugo's lackeys made their way to their seats. Their eyes lingered on Chisaki bitterly as they passed. She kept her eyes trained straight ahead as the teacher strode in.

The school day passed uneventfully, and by the last bell Chisaki was practically shaking with anticipation. As the hours ticked by, so had the countdown to her meeting with Sensei. Just another hour or two and she'd have a quirk. She'd stop being quirkless. Her! She'd no longer be the quirkless, useless, mess that Kachaan despised her for.

Oh, how she'd love to stick it to him! Shoot him a great middle finger and make some legendary, flamboyant display. Say: Look at me! We're finally equal! You're no longer all that great!

But that would never happen, she realized, her heart stilling in her chest. She would never be able to show him her quirk. No, it would be too suspicious if she were to miraculously develop something so impossible. Oh god, how would she explain it to her mother? No! She'd never be able to use it in public. It would exist only for use within the league. —But still it would be a quirk. She'd have a quirk. It would redefine her existence, even if it was only in secret.

Chisaki was so lost in mulling over the implications of her godsend, that she barely noticed when Bakugo left with his goons. He hadn't said more than a word to her since that morning, but his companions were still bristling at the sight of her.

She walked to her usual meetup spot with Kurogiri and patiently waited for his portal. It appeared just on time and Chisaki stepped through.

When she emerged, it was to Sensei's room. The screens were off today and Kurogiri stood beside Sensei and his throne.

"Good afternoon Chisaki."
"Good afternoon, Sensei." She said with a nervous smile.

"Are you ready to receive a quirk?" He asked, leaning forward. Scarred eye sockets peered at her intently.

She met his eyes and nodded stiffly. Her hands were shaking nervously and she had to grip them together behind her back to keep them occupied. Questions and curiosities hummed in the back of her head in panic, but she couldn't let herself get lost in them right now. This was a turning point in her life. She had to be sure that she was ready.

Chisaki cleared her throat, partially to make sure that her voice still worked, and strangeled out a: "Y-yes."

A smile grew across Sensei's lips. "Come closer then. I'm going to need to place my hand on your head for the quirk to transfer."

She stepped forwards. Her heart was drumming away in her chest, anticipation prickling across her skin, as she lowered herself to the floor. He was extending his hand before her, and she slowly felt its weight settle on her unruly hair. She took another steadying breath and closed her eyes. This was the moment that she'd been waiting for her whole life. This was it.

A strange hum began to fill the air and Chisaki could feel heat radiating from his palm.

Something began to tickle in her chest, like a flicker of flame that was licking at her insides. She reached for it. Was this it? Was this her quirk?

Something clicked. A moment passed. Her heart thudded away in anticipation. She didn't feel any different. In fact, she didn't feel anything at all. The weight of Sensei's hand on her head had vanished, and she could no longer feel the solid ground beneath her feet. Her eyes flew open in apprehension.

What stretched before her was a colorless smattering of the things she knew. Sensei was seated upon his mass of machinery and a grayed out Kurogiri stood at his side. Sensei's hand fell back to his side from where it had been extended just a moment ago, and his mouth was twisting into a grin. But he looked somehow smaller, Chisaki realized. As if she were looking down from a greater height than she was used to.

Had she grown taller? Was that it? Was that her quirk?

Her eyes wandered down to her body to assess if this was indeed the case, only for her heart to stutter in her chest. Shock and panic choked in her throat. There was nothing there.

She did a double take. This couldn't be. It was impossible.

Chisaki Midoriya had evaporated.


AN: Hello. So I know that I haven't left many notes recently, hell I haven't been posting frequently for more than a month and a half. Sorry about the sudden haitus, but I'm back on track now. I've got quite a few chapters backed up, so you can expect at least a few updates before another break. Speaking of which, this month is a double feature, so I'll have another chapter up within the next 15 days. Anyways, thank you for reading and remember to stay safe. Much love.