Izuku Midoriya knew he had always been different.
More so, he knew his quirk had always been different.
Be it for better or worse, the boy couldn't tell.
"Woah! Is that your quirk, Deku?"
Raising the massive sword up, the small greenette giggled, fascination in his eyes.
"I think it is, Kacchan!"
Despite being over twice his size, the greenette seemed to be able to swing the blade with ease, as though the massive hunk of metal weighed nothing.
"It's not bad. Not better than my explosions though!"
The blonde let off a few explosions, an arrogant smirk on his face.
Despite that smile, Katsuki had to admit,
Pulling a massive sword from your chest is pretty fucking cool.
"Are you sure you want to put him in Kendo this early? We have a trial-by-combat system here and there's a 99% chance your son will get a concussion his first few months here."
The woman chewed her lower lip as she ran over the massive risk the instructor relayed to her.
And for a moment, she was ready to turn on her heel and take her son home, where it was safe.
But one look at pleading emeralds made that thought vanish, alongside any other thoughts of refusing her son.
"I'm sure. If it's for Izu's dream, then I'm willing to do whatever it takes!"
With a slow nod, the orange-haired man handed the woman a clipboard, liability forms hugging the wood.
"If you would just sign these then we can get started with his trial lesson."
"Ok!"
With a frantic scribble, Inko signed her name, her haste born from a desire to forget what exactly she was doing.
The man looked over the clipboard, ensuring everything was in order before placing it in a drawer beside him.
"Alright, if you would follow me please."
Inko nodded and nervously followed the instructor, her palms leaking sweat and staining the ones of her son.