The playground at the preschool was filled with children. All of them were playing and socializing together. The sky was sunny and the air clear.
Izuku Midoriya, a four-year-old with green hair, was sitting alone in the sandbox. He liked being alone, other people scared him, and it was just easier being on his own. This was why he didn't have many friends. If he didn't know them already, it was hard for him to speak to anyone.
"Hey!" He heard the familiar voice of his blond-haired friend, Katsuki Bakugo, he called him Kaachan. Ever since he got his quirk, he's been getting louder and angrier. "Why are you over here and not with me?"
"Uhh, well." Izuku didn't want to tell them it was because he was avoiding him, it could hurt his feelings. Recently, Kaachan was asking around for people's quirks. He couldn't handle the social interaction so he wanted to be alone for recess that day.
"I don't know. I guess I just wanted to be alone."
"Yeah right. I know the real reason." Kaachan had a big grin. This wasn't good, if they found out then he'd get in trouble. "You got a strong quirk and thought I would get jealous."
"Uuuhh." Izuku was internally panicking. How did he get to that conclusion?
"Well, did I get it right? You have to know what your quirk is at least. I mean, you went to that quirk doctor yesterday." Kaachan was in his face.
Oh yeah, that. When he heard he was going to the quirk doctor after school, he excitedly told Kaachan. Now he has to tell him how it went. "Uh. I-I, don't have my quirk yet."
Kaachan's face turned. "Huh? What, are you quirkless?"
"No. Nothing like that. They said I'm just a late bloomer." They showed him an X-ray of his foot and everything. "I should get my quirk in no time."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Kaachan, now completely disinterested, turned and left. "I'll see you later." He didn't talk to him for the rest of the day.

A few years passed, and Izuku's quirk still hadn't shown. Rumors started spreading that he was quirkless. This was fine, he didn't have many friends before, so life wasn't different for him. People ignored him before life became all about quirks, this just gave them a reason to.
Kaachan's behavior became worse. He became louder and ruder, usually picking on people he thought were weaker. Izuku still hung out with him, it was hard making other friends. Kaachan didn't care, he mostly ignored Izuku. Over the years, he got a couple of other friends, they're only his friends because of his quirk and he knew it. This just proved to him that quirks are everything. Have a good quirk, you get friends and praise, but a bad quirk gets you bullied. He saw to that himself.
They were all now in elementary school, at the local playground. They were all in a circle, talking about how great Kaachan was. He even started talking about wanting to become a hero. They were all blown away by that. Especially when he said he'll surpass All Might, the greatest hero in Japan.
"Hey, Izuku. What are you going to do? You are quirkless after all." Kaachan has never asked that question before. It was the first time he spoke to him in a while.
"I'm not quirkless," said Izuku. He didn't know if he believed it anymore. Sometimes he thought it would be better if he was quirkless. At least then he'd know he was worthless. "I'm just a late bloomer."
"You expect me to believe that? If you have a quirk, show it to us right now." Kaachan made sparks in his hand, a sign he was about to attack, something he'd never done to Izuku before.
"I can't, I don't know how to use my quirk."
"Stop lying!" Kaachan's smile was wide, and full of arrogance. "Eh, but that's what you'd expect from a Deku like you." This was the first time he said that to Izuku. He didn't understand the meaning, but it felt harsh. "I don't even care what you'll do when I become a hero anymore. Without someone to follow you'll probably end up in a ditch somewhere. So how about we skip to the end?" He punched his palm, creating a small explosion.
"No wait, I do have a quirk. I swear I'm not lying!" Kaachan went to punch Izuku. He put his arms up in fear.
Nothing happened. Izuku waited for the hit but it never came.
"Master, is something wrong?" He heard an unfamiliar voice say. This wasn't right.
Izuku was in a new location. He was sitting in a large chair, overlooking a crowd. He was in a large stadium. It was mostly destroyed, with every seat filled.
The guy next to him was older, maybe in high school. He had a white shirt, blue pants, and a red cape. He also had a big forehead and spiky hair. He looked intimidating.
"N-No, I'm okay."
The guy in the cape didn't seem to buy it. He leaned down and looked Izuku in the eye. "Are you sure something isn't wrong? You haven't spoken this much before. You usually only say one or two words."
Izuku looked away, but he could still feel the teen's breathing on his face. This was horrible, Izuku felt sweat go down his face, and his breathing sped up. He wanted to go home.
"Hey, you're not Izuku. You're some impostor. Who sent you, that old lady, the narc, or was it Kaneda?" Izuku gulped, he could feel his heart racing. The teen moved so his face was in front of his, and they made eye contact. His eyes were cold. "Tell me where Izuku is and I might let you live."
Izuku was standing, he was back in the playground. Kaachan was on the floor in front of him. He was badly beaten, with multiple bruises and even a black eye. Their other friends were gone. He could still feel the strain on his heart, and he couldn't slow his breathing.
"Kaachan, are you okay?" Izuku walked to his friend and crouched to talk to him.
Kaachan looked at him with his good eye. It widened, he sat up and backed away. "Get away from me!" He was shivering and crying. He quickly stood up and put on a front of anger. "Ok, you have a quirk! But that doesn't make you better than me! You may have beaten me today but that means nothing! I will prove I'm the strongest!" He ran off.
Izuku just wanted to go home.

Author's Note
Hello, this is my first story on the site. I had an idea once and it led to me making this a few months later. I need some help with a good name so I'm taking suggestions, it's the one thing I always have trouble with. But anyway, like, comment, subscribe, or leave a review. See ya in three years, or a month, whenever I get around to making the first chapter.