When I was younger, there was easily one question that sat in my mind, eating away at my thoughts. It was quite simple, as well. I don't think I should have thought about it as much as I did. "Are men created equal?" The simple answer, before my time is… yes. Now, however, no, and all because of a simple factor, Quirks and societal beliefs.

This is probably incorrect, but I personally define Quirks as the metahuman ability to manipulate small elements of reality using one's genetic code. Still, that is just a working theory.

If it was just Quirks, then I would still say that everyone is equal. However, societal belief states that no Quirk is equal, as Quirks can only be Heroic or Villainous or worthless.

Like times of old, so much discrimination against those who did nothing but be themselves. Now, I get that for villains. But what of that Mutation Quirk family down the street? No one would play with the child but me. They're all too afraid to play with the "weird kid."

Fools, the lot of them. Are they not weird themselves? Is it normal to just shoot explosions from your hands? Is it normal to just elongate your fingers? I'll tell you; like hell it's normal!

Though I think they weren't really referring to that kid, but in fact me. And now that I'm thinking about it… yeah, I don't think "weird" cuts it when it comes to me.

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Lot of things would be called suspicious these days, and in no uncertain terms, many people would call him such a thing. Masked face, glasses, baggy hoodie, no defining features, from hair to shoes. Though he would call his red shoes as defining- no, thoughts for another time.

In no uncertain terms did anyone not treat him with wariness. Eh, even if they didn't really know him by anything but his looks, he might, (kind of, probably) deserve that wariness.

He walked along a busier street, a bubble of space around him. A ping reminiscent of a ping pong ball rang in his head, vibrations shooting up from his feet. It startled him a little, but he didn't let it show. Truthfully, he honestly hadn't expected that. He looked to the left, a blonde with what he was pretty sure was a glass eye- or something of a similar nature- looking directly at him.

The wide, face splitting grin was definitely a red flag, along with the beginnings of his bulking up arm. His cloak was hiding it well, but that didn't block his view.

Muscle Augmentation Quirk. Fingers are bulking up as well, turning red. More than likely manipulation of muscle fibers, able to come out and cover his body. Can he feel pain through his muscles? Considering his willingness to use it, more likely no.

Brawler, most likely always wanting to fight. His grin is far too telling. Maybe some form of strength sensory? More than likely not, so experienced.

No wait, known villain, muscular. Far too similar to be a coincidence. Actually… Yeah, an exact copy. Slightly concerning.

Best to use an Ice Quirk, tear the fibers, and less control over his body. No, better to use extreme temperature changes, far more damage to himself and his Quirk.

Wait… just use an Electrical Quirk, duh! Completely disables any control over his body and more importantly, muscle, plus, not as much damage to him as whole. That means less trouble for me!

Let's see, let's see, maybe I use Livewire. Yeah, that makes the most sense. Or maybe I use- wait, I only have Livewire. Eh, should be enough.

"Hey kid," a gruff, almost maniac voice said to him, wire-like, slimy-feeling much like a snake, fingers grabbing his shoulder roughly. "Have you ever fought someone?"

He touched him. Did he actually touch him? Looking down at the muscle fiber wrapped hand, he realized that, yes, the blond man did touch him.

The suspicious boy began to get angry, a small frown finding its way to his face. Nobody touches him but mom, dad, and- no, that's it. Only mom and dad could touch him. Yet this man had the audacity to actually touch him?

More muscle fibers began to quickly climb up his body, but it was far too late for that.

~

Okay, perhaps both To The Top and Livewire were most likely (definitely) overkill. And the overkill was now becoming not worth it.

"I understand you did it to protect yourself, but you've effectively turned a man into… whatever this is! Plus, you used your Quirk illegally," the pro hero reprimanded the young boy, looking over at the lump of blackened and convulsing muscle being shoved into the police, futile though it was. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the pro hero known as Death Arms sighed and looked back at the boy. "I know he's a known villain, but you still will be under note for aggravated assault."

The boy only stared blankly at him. As a father himself, Death Arms felt his anger rise at being ignored with something so important. "Hey! Are you even paying attention!"

The boy only shrugged and said, "Oh well, I guess. What's some money compared to my life?"

"That's not what I'm sayin-" A groan of frustration ripped through him. "Look, just… don't you have to use that much force, alright! If that person was just trying to get your attention because you dropped something? What if you hurt someone else?"

"I didn't do any of those things. They are only 'what ifs.'"

"And does that make them less of an issue?"

"To me, yes."

Death Arms laid his face on his hand, another groan of frustration leaking out. A cough for attention rang behind the young boy, and Death Arms felt will never admit to having any bit of satisfaction for how the boy froze up. Though he also froze up as well when he looked into the young woman's fiery eyes, a raging inferno showing her clear anger.

"Midoriya Izuku, you have a lot to explain," the woman said without emotion.

The two (brother-sister? mother-son?) turned and walked away, a shine of sweat coating the boy's neck. 'Good,' Death Arms thinks to himself, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. 'I hope that lady really lays it on him.'

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Of course, none of that really happened. They only really walked out of view before his mother bursted into tears, hugging him roughly. She was fair and lean in his opinion, though much of that could be considered his fault.

Though she didn't know, he had changed some… things to help her. She had noticed something though, but it wasn't enough to gather her concern.

Her dark green hair was far straighter than his rainforest head. Small amount of muscle lined her arms. She had on jeans and a turtleneck, an unremarkable hairpin keeping her hair out of her eyes.

Funny how culture moves around. If he went back in time about thirty years or so, he was pretty sure he wouldn't have seen a single turtleneck in Japan.

…then again, he really wouldn't be looking for it.

Shaking his head, he smiled and hugged his mother back. No point in not hugging and comforting her.

"Why did you have to scare me like that? You weren't looking for a fight, were you? Am I being a horrible mother? Izu, please don't do that again!"

Resisting the urge to snort, he only said, "You know I'd never look for trouble. And never say you're a horrible mother. You know you aren't."

She was at least in the top 95% for the best mothers. Though he would never say best, because nothing was the best. Just as there was no best Quirk or Theory or Hero, though the last one was… debatable to anyone else but himself.

~

Something was wrong, Allmight realized belatedly. And by his estimations, he realized this about 4 years too late.

Has he gotten stronger somehow? Actually, no, stronger isn't quite the word. Has his Quirk upgraded?

Forty years of having it, and it suddenly changed for the better. Of course, his main abilities remained the same, but now there was more to it.

The first time he found out was when he was eating with his old roommate and goddaughter, at an Italian restaurant in America.

He had watched in confusion as the Squid Ink spaghetti had snapped into straight, uncooked spaghetti, yellow lightning sparkling around it. It had confused him thoroughly, but when a villain had broken into the restaurant to rob it, he hastily put down his fork twirl, trying to buff up, but the spaghetti and hit the robber, somehow knocking him out.

He realized quickly that this didn't just apply to spaghetti, but to just about anything. In fact, he hadn't found something that wasn't affected by it, unless he was unable to breathe.

Along with that, his new ability to imbue his power onto something had some form of sentience to it, as he figured out.

For one, when he was fighting a villain, he had used his teleportation Quirk to teleport a civilian in front of him, Allmight too slow to stop his fist.

But when he had hit the civilian, the civilians back knocked into the villain. Said villain was launched and knocked out by the force of the blow, but the civilian was completely unharmed beside being winded. When Allmight asked about the civilians Quirk, he had watched in confusion as blossoms bloomed in the civilians' hair.

He had tested it on a sting operation as well, simply punching the wall before walking in, seeing all the targets knocked out.

The question remained though. How? How hadn't he known of these abilities? He had been in similar situations beforehand, and while the endings were the same for the most part, the energy thing hadn't acted in such a way.

There was no way that man had somehow given him this. Far too greedy and prideful, no matter the plan. No matter how the fight ended, or whatever reward he had wanted to give him, it wasn't this.

Then there was the fact of said reward. That man had spoken of two successors. A worst case scenario to him because there were no leads to these successors, nor where his body disappeared to. Which meant that man was probably still.

Thinking of his master's old fight with him, he grimaced at his thoughts. That man had survived much worse. He was now sure that his impromptu lobotomy wouldn't kill him.

Without warning, his instincts screamed and squirmed in horror, a knot making itself known in his nonexistent stomach. Looking up, his eyes widened at the sight of… Nana? No, she had far less muscle than his master, but he could swear the woman was a near picture perfect version of Nana.

But the boy beside the copycat Nana was what his instincts warned him of. A baggy hoodie, medical mask, thick, green, fluffy hair.

He was uncanny how much the hair reminds him of that man. It was terrifying how much the hair reminds him of that man. Make the hair a light-gray and-

The boy made eye contact, blinked, and waved confusedly. The lady looked over and brightened at the sight of him. Oh shoot, they noticed him.

"Hey, are you Toshinori Yagi?" The woman asked quickly.

Yagi coughed hard at the sound of his name, his mind snapping to attention. "How do you know that?"

"Oh my goodness! It is you! It's so good to not see you in that hospital bed. Are you taking care of yourself? Do you need help with anything?"

Blinking rapidly, Yagi raised his hands in a sign to slow down, "whoa, whoa, slow down. I'm doing good for myself. How do you know of my injury?"

"I was one of the nurses that helped work on you," The Nana copy blabbered. "I'm so thankful I was there, I was able to extract most of the poison from your organs. That was a really vicious attack done to you. You need to be more careful!"

Yagi was sweating at the sight of the shaking and nearly crying woman in front of him before she flinched back as if remembering something, "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't introduce myself! I'm Inko Midoriya, and this is my son Izuku Midoriya."

Looking towards the boy, Izuku shrugged noncommittally and waved. "I think I remember seeing you in the hospital."

"Oh, yes, Izuku's Quirk was a large help in your recovery. It was the only reason I was able to learn how to pull that poison out of you!"

The boy snorted and said, "Analysis. My Quirk allows me to study just about anything to learn about all of its applications in an instant."

"That's a very good Quirk," Yagi muttered, thoughts of such a Quirk interesting him. "Ah, that being said, did you notice anything odd about my Quirk?"

"Now that you said it," Inko muttered, "Your body was slowly beginning to neutralize the poison in your body, but it made you approach, as that energy had broken the wrist of the doctor who was doing surgery on you. We had to put you on Quirk Suppressants so we could replace your organs."

Yagi blinked in awe and confusion. "I see. Well, I must thank you Mrs. And Young Midoriya. I must be going though, but thank you for saving me."

Inko gave a wide smile, a small smile appearing on Young Midoriya's face. "It's no problem! I'm just doing what I can to be a hero in my own way!"

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Quirk - Livewire: manipulation of bioelectric pulses within the human body, along with an electrical power output of 1 volt outside of a human body, range 2 meters.

Personal Notes: Unperfected, needs higher power output. Needed Quirks: higher volt output electrical Quirk, and a brainwash Quirk before continuing.

Quirk - Misty Mountain Hop: the condensation and liquidation of oxygen within a 10 meter radius, needs to see the environment when using the Quirk, ex. Cameras, Personal Sight.

Personal Notes: Perfected, needs Quirk - Everlong or Wind of Change, to use out of eyesight, cameras work as well.

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A.N. Thank you for reading this! I know this doesn't explain much, and in fact can really confuse people with just how different it is, and the next Chapter will really confuse you. Remember, Izuku doesn't realize his true Quirk, and to be truthful? Izuku will not know for a long, long time from now.

Remember, the Quirk is a form of reality manipulation based on his beliefs and wishes, and even more so… it's based on what he rejects and accepts, as the next Chapter will show.

Izuku's True Quirk Name - Dream On: Quirk use unknown affect