Green hair peaked out from under the covers. It swiveled around as it analyzed its surroundings, and eventually, what lay underneath those sheets metaphorically rose from its slumber as well. The child jumped out of bed with a mixture of feelings. He ran to the kitchen; he'd brush after he ate, which was the best way. He turned the corner and saw his mom.

She was in the zone, cooking up a feast for his last day. She stood around the stove as knives, spoons, and otherwise floated from their positions to help her cook. Her imaginary "hands" doing the picking up from afar as she conducted her symphony; he had never seen his mom more in her element than when she could use her quirk.

It dwelled up a nasty feeling in his stomach, he couldn't quite name it, or maybe he didn't know the name for it yet. But he couldn't help but look at her cook and know deep inside himself that he could never do the same.

His mom turned, noticing his unknown adjective look, but maybe she only really noticed the look itself. Her eyes widened, and she probably was shocked that he had woken up so early.

"Izuku, you are up early. Someone is excited for their last day of 1st grade! I am so proud of you for waking yourself up and how well you did in school this year!" Izuku blushed deeply. His one talent had been that school had not been a struggle—he had excelled. But it made sense and balanced out his biggest failure: his quirklessness. He would never be normal; it didn't matter how hard he excelled at school. It would be useless in the face of someone with an intelligence quirk, memory quirk, or whatever quirk. . . his imagination wasn't infinite. His mother noticed his demeanor and moved forward and hugged him.

"You look so sad, my little zuzu, but I have been researching Quirks since the diagnosis. It says that the double-jointed pinky is just a theory. I know I didn't react well, but we can still hope for a quirk. I don't want to get your hopes too high. But still, I want you to know I am behind you," his mom looked at him with eyes filled with something else he couldn't describe.

Izuku gave his mom what she wanted and hugged her back. He couldn't deal with the fact that this "research" was something he had done on the first hour back from the doctor and not a few months like his mom. But he knew she wanted to help but just didn't know how to; who could know how to help someone born wrong?

Izuku gave her the smile she needed to see from him. He went to the breakfast table and ate.

"Thanks zuzu. You are the best kid. Finish your breakfast! I will not be able to take you to school today, but I hope you have a good day. Remember, I'm going to be busy today— picking stuff up. But I believe today is going to be special: I hope today is going to be special. Hope is the word of the day, Izuku! Let's hope together!"

His mom exclaimed with a smile. Yes, his mom had asked for a list of his "friends," and he realized she was planning a first-grade graduation party; he couldn't give her an empty list, but the names he gave, well, he'd rather not see them. He dreaded this day more than anything. He just needed to get through his day. At least he hadn't given their names. He couldn't stand to see them for an extra moment: he needed summer.

But for today, according to his mom, he would hope for a good day & hope that summer came even faster. Hope, what a wonderful thing, he mused. Maybe his mom was right to believe online. It could help him get through the day, hope for the future, hope for a quirk.

The bell rang out—recess was meant to be a reprieve—but it wasn't one for him since he still needed to survive. He maneuvered from his class, clinging to the shadows and doing every action with the utmost care and precision. He wouldn't be acknowledged, and if he wasn't acknowledged, he couldn't be harmed. He made his way to the door, waited for the initial fast runners to make their way for the playground, and then made his way through in the back middle of the pack of kids. He followed, never leading, the way of the quirkless. He made it to the playground without issue. He moved towards the corner of the playground; his goal was to stay out of sight.

"DEKU, why are you being such a creep?!" His biggest (in the figurative sense) enemy and friend walked into the frame with yellow hair and demonic red eyes: Katuski Bagkuo, Kaa-chan. Izuku could tell this was not going to be an easy day. The cause of so much of his suffering was approaching him with ill-intent. Izuku felt his gaze drift as he surveyed his surroundings; a single teacher was far away, and an even bigger problem was that it was Mrs. Adachi; she wouldn't care.

She was a callous woman. Truly, she was the perfect example of someone who should have picked another career. She was ruthless when it came to the underprivileged (the quirkless). Maybe because she had a quirk, levitation, limited to one foot off the ground, but a quirk nonetheless. To put it simply, only twelve inches separated her and him in life, but in truth, it felt like an insurmountable chasm.

But, in a more literal sense, she was about forty feet away, monitoring some other kids. She was also actively using her quirk right now to help assess the kids, but she wouldn't step in. He had noticed the way her attitude had changed as the year progressed. The way she started treating everyone differently with each passing quirk reveal.

Bakugo approached with the menacing intent of the vilest of villains, and he was surrounded by his usual posse—handys and fat-wings, is what Bakugo called them. It was an overwhelming reality that even these people were better than him, Tsubasa (fat-wings) and Te (Handys), both having been blessed with something he would never be blessed with.

Bakugo was on him in a second, grabbing him by the collar with sweaty hands. Izuku couldn't believe the situation he landed himself in; if only he had managed to stick closer to the pack, in the shadows, then maybe he wouldn't be face to face with the most deadly quirk in the school.

"Dweeb, I heard you are having a party. My mom is forcing me to go to it."

Izuku cringed, he almost cursed his mom, but he felt bad immediately. His mom had probably mentioned it at a school meeting or during one of their hangouts, and Bakugo was now invited. He couldn't fault his mom for being more social than him, and he couldn't fault her for talking with her friend—even if that friend was his enemy's mom.

He looked towards Tsubasa and Te, and they both nodded along, not to steal from Ka-chan, but they really were side characters.

" You can just skip it. I won't tell."

"Please, and If my mom asks your mom how I was the next time they meet, then what? You quirkless loser." Bakugo pulled him towards some nearby monkey bars, shielding him partially from the view of Mrs. Adachi. The side characters followed, and Bakugo pushed him into the monkey bars, hard. Izuku grunted as his back lit up with agony. Bakugo laughed, and his entourage followed suit.

Izuku felt rage bubble into existence, anger at the fact no one cared. Even if Mrs. Adachi was paying any attention, she wouldn't care about the special kids beating up the quirkless loser. Izuku tried to stand up, but Bakugou reached forward and pushed him right back into the monkey bars—pain once more.

"Come on, you don't have to go. And if you do, my mom is gonna make a good cake. You can just eat some of that."

"Shut up, nerd. We both know it is gonna be lame like you." That is when Tsubasa stepped into a main role—no longer satisfied with being a side character to the abuse.

"How about we make sure we don't go?" Tsubasa said as his dragon-like wings flapped menacingly. Bakugo turned to him, clearly intrigued, and Izuku felt like this wasn't a conversation he was going to enjoy.

"Well, what is it, Fat-wings?" Tsubasa looked a little annoyed at the name but continued anyway.

"If he is too hurt, then he can't have a party, right? I can fly up and drop him. No party, then, right?" Izuku immediately looked at Bakugo; even Bakugo looked shocked at the suggestion, he almost seemed as if he was gonna object, but then Te spoke.

"That is a GREAT IDEA! You can practice flying and get us out of this stupid party, right Bakugo!?" Bakugo seemed shocked that his mob had outdone him.

" Kacchan, you can't let them drop me, right? That is too far," Izuku pleaded as if his life depended on it. Bakugo looked distraught, but then Tsubasa spoke.

"Wow, look at this loser begging and calling you that stupid name. Come on, let's drop this sucker," spoke Tsubasa as he flapped closer to Izuku. He grabbed Izuku with his hands and started flapping his wings.

"Hey, This isn't funny. HELP!?"

Tsubsa, left the ground quickly, gaining height: Five Feet turned into ten. Fifteen feet turned into twenty.

" HELP!?"

Izuku's pleas seemed to snap everyone back into reality as they realized it was a tad bit too high. Bakugo screamed out, "Hey, let him down. That is a bit too much, Tsubasa!"

Miss. Adachi appeared to finally actually care again and zoned in on Bakugo's voice. She looked up, and her eyes opened in horror!

"KIDS! WE DO NOT USE QUIRKS TO PLAY DURING RECESS! GET DOWN FROM THERE!"

Izuku felt Tsubasa's wings flap even harder as he fought gravity even more. Twenty feet turned into twenty-five; Twenty-five turned into thirty. Izuku felt his heart pound; this fat-winged dummy was going to drop him from too high.

"YOU ARE GOING TOO HIGH! YOU ARE GOING TOO HIGH!" Tsubasa grinned horribly and kept pumping his wings. Thirty feet turned to thirty-five.

Izuku felt his heart beat even faster. The panic started settling in, but he tried to hunker down his fears. He felt like his life was going to be cut short.

Tsubasa started to laugh. Tsubasa started to hover at thirty-five feet. He remained still; he looked at Izuku's frightened expression and decided he would pretend to drop the kid here. But he would probably just drop him at a lower height. Thirty-five feet was dangerous. He wasn't an idiot. But seeing the loser's face being pure panic was funny. It felt good to finally be in charge instead of simply following Bakugo around. He semi-loosened his grip to scare his classmate, and Izuku tightened his grip on him.

Izuku felt true fear as he gripped on with all his might, but fear changed as he realized Tsubasa wasn't going to drop him. Instead, fear morphed into resentment, and then it changed to an uglier emotion—hatred.

He hated this, he hated them, and he hated feeling useless. He hated feeling weak. He hated his body. He hated being weaker than this fat-dumbed winged freak. He hated it. He felt it boiling up in him; he felt like a kettle about to pop. He felt his anger boiling up as Tsubasa slowly lowered them down. Thirty-five feet turned into thirty feet. Thirty feet turned into twenty feet. He felt Tsubasa grab him closer. He hated his smell; Fat-Wings smelled bad. Izuku noticed that Tsubasa seemed to be contemplative as he lowered them down.

Izuku felt anxious, as Tsubasa started shaking back and forth as twenty feet became fifteen. Izuku felt Tsubusa's grip loosen. Izuku was about to question why, but Tsubasa yelled loudly as they continued to rock back and forth.

"IZUKU STOP STRUGGLING! I AM TRYING TO GET US DOWN!"

Izuku immediately understood what he was trying to do, and he felt his anger reach new heights. Izuku fought hard to hold on to Tsubusa. Izuku felt himself starting to lose his grip, and then he lost his grip on his anger. During his struggle to hold on to Tsubusa. He could see Tsubsa's hateful smile as he verbally told him to calm down or else he was gonna fall. He needed to vent his anger; Izuku couldn't hold on to it anymore. He felt himself slip, and his arms flew forward, slipping out his anger with it. He felt his rage physically leave his body as rage manifested into something—something he always wanted.

He saw Tsubus's horrified look as Izuku fell. Izuku watched that horrified look the whole way down as they both fell. Izuku hit the ground first; he felt dazed. He heard two other thuds hit the ground in quick succession. His vision started to darken, but he felt something wet land on his face. Something red and wet entered his eye, and the world became full of screams, but the color was quickly overcome by darkness and the screams by silence.

Izuku looked around the room as he groggily came to. There was white everywhere, blinking monitors, and a sense of wrongness: a hospital. But, He couldn't remember what happened. Izuku noticed a young man off in the corner touching a machine. He tapped furiously, noticed he was awake, and practically bolted out of the room.

"Doctor!" He could hear the presumed nurse scream out for help. He could feel everything, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with his body. Honestly, He kind of felt good. He was just a little out of it. He noticed a doctor walk in; presumably, she had a clipboard and was accompanied by a man with a brown trench coat— he had a quirk since his head was a dog.

"Are you okay? Do you feel good?" Izuku nodded.

" I need you to say it? Can you talk? Do you remember what day it is?

"Yes, I can talk, ma'am. It is the 5th, a Friday." She nodded and continued.

"Do you remember how you hurt yourself?"

Izuku tried to think about what happened. He felt himself think he couldn't remember. He had woken up. He had gone to school. And he had? His thinking was going linearly until it was interrupted. The man next to the doctor seemed that he had decided to end his silence.

" Kid, I am a detective. I need you to tell me what happened on the playground during recess?"

Izuku felt his pulse quicken as he tried to remember. He was drawing a blank, " I don't know what you are talking about, mister."

" Come on, kid, you don't remember your quirk?"

Izuku was stunned. He couldn't fathom, he couldn't hope to fathom, that this weird detective guy was telling the truth. He couldn't let himself hope for a second that he wasn't wrong. That he was someone worth acknowledging, worth loving, & worth being around. He could finally tell his mom that he wasn't quirkless; he could almost imagine her truly happy for him once more. Izuku felt the beginnings of a smile start appearing on his face. Izuku couldn't keep the smile from his face. He just knew this guy was right; he felt it in his soul. But, he would play his role and pretend like he didn't know that deep down, he knew the guy was right.

"My quirk? I don't have one."

"Well, that isn't true. You killed a kid with it. Cut him in two."

Izuku froze once more as he noticed the accusing gaze directed at him. He felt his smile slip. He felt his soul drop.

Izuku knew he shouldn't have had hope.

A/N: Sorry, I need to stop starting stories. But, this came to me in a dream ( kinda, it was about Izuku making bakugo look more like ba/kugo.) But I decided to mix it up for potential story purposes & I'm not a huge fan of needless character death, so Bakugo lives. Izuku has a quirk ( I'm such a genius & so original, I know), but I hope you like my spin on it. I feel like you can tell what the quirk is inspired by (read ripped off from), but our greatest hero has the technique of the greatest villain (Sukuna). A light crossover since I will only be borrowing the cursed technique of Sukuna & nothing else. Idk how much I have planned for this, so maybe 2-3 chapter territory or potentially a one-shot (idk, I'm not a big outliner). Thank you for reading.