To Repel and Attract

Chapter 1: Don't Cry Mom

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to My Hero Academia

A/N: So this story came about from me reading through a number of MHA fics and noticing that there weren't any with this premise. Which I thought was rather odd. Maybe it's how small the number of fics is or maybe it's something else. Either way this is going off of two separate assumptions that are neither confirmed nor denied in the manga or anime as of yet. At least as far as I've seen and if they have been then I still don't care. Those two assumptions are as follows. 1. A quirk inherited is not necessarily the same as the one the parent has. Ingenium and Iida have similar quirks but not the same. 2. A quirk can be strengthened and matured over time. Bakugo was making sparks at 4 and lighting malls ablaze in a matter of minutes ten years later. If either of those bother you then feel free to consider this AU. Now that that's out of the way, on with the show!

Additional A/N: As of 3/10/19 there are of course plenty of stories with this premise but at the initial point of publish that wasn't as much the case.

A barrage of raindrops thumped in rapid succession against the windows, and Inko Midoriya had never been more grateful for a rainy day. It muffled her tears and broken sobs. She didn't want to wake Izuku, his day had been hard enough and she knew she had made it worse. The trip to the doctor's office had been heartbreaking, Inko knew how much being a hero meant to her son. To have that dream crushed so soundly had left the boy wide eyed and silent for the rest of the day.

"And then I had to go and make it so much worse. I'm so sorry Izuku, I had hoped that you might've gotten my quirk or maybe even your father's. I'm so sorry that I couldn't tell you to go for your dream. But I can't bear the thought of you being defenseless against the monsters you'd face as a hero." Holding her head in her hands a fresh wave of tears broke through.

This had certainly not been a good day. She still hadn't called Hisashi but frankly she wasn't sure she wanted to. Things had not been going well and she had suspicions that she didn't want to act on until she had proof. The last time Hisashi had called had been over a month ago. It seemed life was out to kick her down lately.

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Izuku Midoriya stared at the screen, his big green eyes swimming with tears as he watched his idol. It wasn't fair, he wanted to be a hero. Sitting in an office chair that seemed to swallow him and holding his All Might action figure tight, Izuku lamented the day's events.

"Why don't I have a quirk? I don't know anyone that doesn't have a quirk. Mom has a quirk and so does Dad. He lit the candles on my birthday cake! Mom is always picking things up around the house with her quirk. What does my pinky toe have to do with it? Why doesn't Mom think I can be a hero?" A steady stream of tears were soon accompanied by a hiccup, and the snot dribbling down his face was beginning to be a problem for the distraught child.

Rubbing his eyes, Izuku stood shakily to reach for a box of tissues on the desk. The chair wobbled beneath him and as he leant forward the wheels rolled back. He gasped and reached for the desk to steady himself. In the process he dropped his action figure. Grabbing a tissue he looked down to his toy. Sniffling he tried to reach down and grab his favored comfort object. His short arms just couldn't reach it though, and he didn't want to get down. He couldn't get back in the chair on his own and he didn't want to ask his Mother. She had been so sad when she left the room and he was still hurt that she hadn't had any faith in him.

"I can't even reach my toy. Maybe the doctor was right. Maybe Mom was right. I wish things were different too Mommy." Closing his eyes against the stinging tears, he reached for the All Might toy.

"I just want to be a hero, I just want to help people like All Might does. But I can't even help myself!" The hiccupping started anew and he focused on the figure trying to reach it.

In that moment he felt something inside him, a kind of pressure in his little palm. Almost like a sticker was in the middle of his hand. It seemed to shoot forward, aiming from his palm to All Might on the ground. When this strange feeling reached the toy, it latched on, making another sticker. His curly haired little head tilted to the side as he felt this odd sensation. He pulled his hand back in uncertainty and the stickers seemed to pull as well. With a slap against his palm the All Might was back in his hand.

With eyes as big as dinner plates Izuku stared at his hand and then at the toy. He looked for that feeling and after a minute felt another sticker. His shock kept him from comprehending what had just happened. He moved to push the chair back to get down. When he reached for the desk in that moment he made another sticker on it and when pushing back, the sticker pushed back too. He fell back into the chair as it was sent scooting back into the middle of the room, much farther than what he had intended with his own push.

Now Izuku was truly in awe and began to cry once more. Laughter accompanied these tears though and he began to grasp what had just happened.

"This is great! I have to show Mom! I have a quirk!" His little legs moving too fast, Izuku's sock laden little feet almost slipped out from under him on the hardwood floor as he rushed to show his mother this new discovery.

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Inko was sprawled on the couch, her face buried in a pillow. She was exhausted and the small sea of tissues around her showed that she had spent the better part of the previous hour crying her eyes out. Her head lifted a smidge when she heard the patter of little feet headed into the living room. She hoped Izuku would forgive her. Maybe he was hungry and she could make him a late snack. Something warm and comforting might help her too.

She expected to see her little boy crying still, maybe with even a little snot running down his chin. While both of those were present she wasn't expecting the smile that joined them. Inko propped herself up to greet the grinning rascal. Forcing a small grin of her own on her face and rubbed her eyes.

"Mom, mom! I have a quirk like you Mom!" The excitement on his little face was so adorable that it brought fresh tears to her eyes. Pretending to have a quirk wouldn't help him but she would play along. Just for tonight.

"Do you now? What kind of quirk do you have my little hero?" It hurt her to give him false hope, but she couldn't make herself bring him down any further.

"Like I said Mommy, it's like yours! Watch this!" Looking around Izuku found one of the tissue boxes on the coffee table. Reaching forward he grasped at the box and pulled it to him, the box flew across the room and slapped into his waiting palm.

Inko moved a hand to hide her gasping mouth. Fresh tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. It was too good to be true but she had seen it with her own eyes. Getting up from the couch, stumbling over her own feet, she rushed to her son. Scooping him up in her arms she held him close. Crying freely now Inko kissed all over her son's little face.

"I'm so happy for you sweetheart! I can't believe it you have a quirk. *sniffle* Oh my baby! I'm so sorry about before, I was wrong. If you want to be a hero then I believe you can be a hero!" She squeezed him close as the waterworks started up anew.

If it was possible Izuku's grin grew even wider and he hugged his mother back. Leaning back after a moment he held up the tissue box.

"Do you need a tissue, Mommy?"

A watery grin was followed by broken laugh as Inko took a tissue from the box.

"My sweet little hero. Already looking out for others huh? You really will be a great hero." Inko picked up her son and headed to the kitchen.

"This calls for a celebration! How about you give me a sec and I'll make a snack for us?"

The cries of joy in agreement rang through the night sounding a bell that heralded a new hero being born.