All heroes need an origin story. I'm no different. My dream is to become a hero who uses their quirk to save lives, not to harm them. Others might see my quirk as a destructive power. Some said it belongs to a villain. I understand their point, but I'm not evil.

Want to know about my family? Allow me.

*Musutafu, Japan (2004)

It began in 2004, when my parents met. My dad, Masaru Bakugo, finished his interview for a delivery boy role. He left the building, only to bump into a scary-looking crowd. They thought they threatened him and dragged him in a dark alleyway. With guns and metal baseball bats, they readied to break Dad's bones. Then, a female group approached them with longer baseball bats. In front of them was an ash-blonde woman with crimson red eyes.

"You have a problem?" Her voice sent a bone-chilling shiver down the gang as they dropped their weapons. They scurried out the alleyway, not wanting to face a terrifying woman. Afterward, Dad noticed the woman who saved his life. "Wow, you're so beautiful." The woman felt confused in why Dad called her beautiful. She ignored it and let him be, but soon they met again at school.

It turned out they attended the same junior high. Mom, Mitsuki, ran a female-only gang outside of school. The reason was because her parents signed divorcement papers and her dad won custody. That meant he disciplined her until she had enough. When she reached middle school as a sixth-grader, Mom began her gang and became a delinquent. Her strength and icy glare spread across the school. Students kept ignoring Mitsuki, fearing they'll suffer painful consequences.

But that all changed when Mom met Dad in their social studies class. At first, Dad felt uncomfortable of knowing Mom shared the same class as him. However, they grew close, Mom shared her troublesome history, and Dad comforted her. Throughout their middle school days, their relationship grew bigger and warmer. Eventually, Dad asked Mom to cut ties with her father and live with his parents.

When they graduated, they both decided not to apply for high school. Instead, they got part-time jobs, Mom quit her gang, thus separating them to better lives, and changed. Although she still had her tough attitude, Mom was a descent woman. She worked hard, gathered enough cash, and bought a house for her and Dad. They were happy to live together, but…

We popped in.

Two Years Ago

"Oh! Damn morning sickness."

They hit it under the bedsheets, and five weeks later, Mom developed morning sickness. She couldn't concentrate on housework and had to sit down to breathe. Her head felt dizzy, everything went numb, and she cursed a lot. And I mean a lot. To put an end to it, they drove to the hospital. The doctor, after scanning Mom's body, solved her morning sickness problem. "You're pregnant, Mrs. Bakugo."

It hit her like a bullet train on auto mode. She was happy, content to have children, but stupid about not knowing why her cramps grew tighter. For the next eight months, Mom stayed at home, nurturing us. She thought she'll birth a baby boy, but Dad guessed a baby girl. What happened during Mom's labor changed their predictions for the better.

A month later, Mom got rushed to the hospital after her water broke. Dad waited impatiently outside the operation room, worried about Mom not making it. Thankfully, she survived, but when he arrived at the patient room, he saw two bundles on her lap.

"Mitsuki? Are those our children?" He stepped up and saw two babies in Mom's arms.

"Yeah. I guess we were wrong. We have twins." She tickled my nose before going after my sister's.

The doctor walked in and congratulated them on having twins. He later asked if they had names for us. Dad already had a name for my sister. "Asano Bakugo and what about the boy?" Mom also had a name for me. "Katsuki Bakugo. Those are wonderful names. Again, congratulations, Mrs. and Mr. Bakugo." After our birth, we started our childhood.

Like I said before, every hero needs an origin story. After I was born, my parents saw interesting traits about me. For instance, I became fascinated with cooking. Alongside my fascination with cooking, I'd use my hands to build blocks. My self-awareness made me smarter than an average infant. I'd used alphabet blocks to spell easy words, such as 'no' or 'hi'. It surprised my parents in my quick development.

As for my sister, Asano slept longer and had frequent tantrums. She'd whined whenever I got more attention than her. Dad kept her company, but she didn't like it. While growing up, our personalities showed more. I was sociable, able to make friends easily. Asano made friends, but only ones who fit her criteria. At around three-years-old, I befriended Izuku Midoriya. His home wasn't too far from our home, so we played in the park often.

We also conversed about our love for heroes, especially All-Might, the best hero who ever lived. We adored him, wished to be him, and some day surpass him. Asano hated us talking about heroes, saying nerds who role play were stupid. That was when she started calling Izuku, 'Deku.' It meant a person who wasn't talented. Despite her bullying, we still wished to be heroes.

So, I'll ask you this question; "Can a quirk personify your dreams?" I believe any quirk can show people how their future will hold. Whether they're simple, unique, or in between, anybody can be a hero. In their own right.

My name is Katsuki Bakugo and I welcome you to my younger days.