Hello, guys! The story is based on the bunny of blackace70 from Tumblr. I found the idea quite interesting for exploration and writing. Hopefully, you will like it just as much as I do.

"Even though I am a guy," his voice trembled as he struggled to speak up. It was one of those once in a lifetime chances. He needed to make it count. "Can I still become a hero?"

Izuku had always wondered what his first meeting with All Might would be.

The Number One Hero of Japan. She had been around since his mother was still just a little girl. The hero known as the the greatest hero of Japan in history. The Symbol of Hope.

Even as her young and powerful appearance fades into smoke, he felt only confusion, not losing the slightest bit of respect and admiration for her.

All Might, or Nana Shimura in her civilian identity, stood twice smaller her original height. Her lean and firm muscles disappeared, leaving weak and frail limbs in their place. Her smooth and flawless skin lost its youthful color and brightness. Her long jet black hair turned grey and silver.

She looked so much older than she appeared on TV. And she looked even more tired. And yet he still could feel her strength. Even in this fragile form, she stood ten times stronger than he could ever hope to.

She has been silent for almost a minute now. It was the moment he was waiting for all these years. To meet his Idol, the greatest heroine in the country, and hear her opinion. As the heroine stood in the bright light, would she listen and only show pity for him? Or would she say that, despite his condition, he still could be a hero?

"I am sorry."

He could feel his heart freeze, the pit falling in his stomach.

Never meet your idols. It was an age old saying. Because when you managed to really get to know your heroes, you saw that, deep down inside, they were just people. Like all the others. And, of course, they were just cruel.

"You can't be a hero."

It was the same thing he heard over thousands of times. From his teachers. From his pears. From his parents. And now he heard it from his Idol.

As the woman in her late sixties put a comforting hand on his shoulder, Izuku could hardly keep himself from crying.

"I am really sorry, young man," she smiled sadly at him, her wrinkled eyes filled with pity. For a brief moment, he could see sorrow and regret. But those emotions quickly vanished as she stood up straight. "But you just don't have a Quirk. And without one, the life of a superhero is too dangerous for you."

Yes... A Quirk...

Ever since the baby in China glowed gold in the middle of the night, people all around the world started displaying the powers seen only in fantasy and comic books. The greatest minds of the world had no idea where these powers came from or how they worked. It took years for one pattern to finally manifest itself.

Only women could have them.

While, according to multiple tests and years of research, men actually did possess the necessary Alpha Plus gene, they were just incapable of using it. It was blocked. Asleep. Inactive. Which is why, despite having certain mutations, men were still just as powerless as they were almost a century ago.

And just like that, in a matter of decades, it became clear: No man could be a hero. Not to say that no man tried. There were people inspired by the western heroes like Steel Soldier or Agent Night, using state-of-the-art technology and martial arts. But, in the end, they were just people. And no matter how advanced tech was, it would be a century or two before it could compete with natural superpowers.

He had known it since he was four. Ever since he was old enough to dream about something, that very dream was crushed by the doctor, then his peers and teacher, and now, finally, by the person he looked up to the most.

He understood it was irrational. He wasn't an idiot. He should have been prepared for such answer. Heck, he had prepared himself for it million times over. And yet it still hurt. The fact that being born a boy meant he could never achieve his dream... That this dream wasn't meant to be the moment he was born.

It just wasn't fair.

None of this was fair.

"But this is not the end of the world," she whispered, trying to sound encouraging and understanding. "Even if you can't be a superhero, you can always work as a police officer or a firefighter or a doctor. Those people might not be superheroes but they still save lives, Midoriya-kun."

He had been told that before. Countless times, over and over, he had heard this already. You could be anyone you wanted. The boy with his brains could go places. He could have any career he wanted. A lawyer, a doctor, a teacher, a scientist.

He could become anyone.

Just not a hero.

"Thank you," he interrupted the woman, his voice hollow and joyless. He understood he might have sounded rude. But, as it was he just couldn't care less. He felt weightless. He felt empty and tired. He just wanted to go home. "I needed that."

"Midoriya-kun..."

He felt her hand on his shoulder. He looked her straight in the eye. And saw that pitiful look. The same look everyone gave him. The same look Tatsuki always gave him. He hated it. He hated it all!

"Don't!" he snapped, despite himself. As he regained his composure, Izuku had no will to face his heroine. Not even turning his head, he walked towards the exit and, with his voice shaking from frustration and disappointment, whispered, "I am sorry."

And just like that, Izuku said goodbye to his heroine.

A

Tatsuki Bakugou always knew she was special.

She was born special. And she worked hard to rise even higher. So was it any surprise she was who she was? Some would call her arrogant. Some would call her a bitch. But she had neither time nor desire to deal with envious bastards like that.

"Tatsuki, is that true that you are going to apply to Yuuei High?"

Just apply? Please, she would crash the exam and establish from the get-go who was going to be the next Number One Hero. "Sure am. I am aiming for the top spot in the results."

"I heard they are going to make the exam extra difficult this time," another girl muttered in annoyance. I swear to God, it's not like we will need math or literature to kick the bad guys to the curb, right? "

Yeah, but you needed those to actually know something other than hitting things. Not that she would voice any of this. Knuckleheads like this one were impossible to make study unless they were in deep shit or close to expulsion. Heck, with her horrible test scores, Tatsuki would probably never see her after graduation from middle school.

She had only one more year left to spend in this shabby place. In a way, Orudera Junior High was a perfect place for her start. Not some backwaters school where you would rather catch something than learn anything. And not some uptight place like Soumei where girls would cry over a broken nail or a stain on their brand new skirt.

Orudera was that perfect mixture of mediocrity and normalcy that would make her stand out among the top hero lines. While the rest would have high-class coaches and equipment, she would climb to the top with her own strength and determination.

She would be an indisputable Number One.

"Okay, class, let's start," sensei entered the classroom, the room slowly falling silent. "Okay, first of all, let's do a quick attendance check. Aoi-"

The door slid open, drawing the attention of everyone in the classroom. She didn't really care much about who was late since the Homeroom was about as important as Home Ec classes. But her mood quickly took a fall when she saw who was standing in the doorway.

The pencil in her hand snapped in two, small smoke rising from the heat she was subconsciously applying to it. She could have sworn a few people nearby moved away. She didn't care though. Her entire focus was on that shithead she had misfortune of knowing.

Deku was your typical fanboy. Enthusiastic and delusional. Ever since they were kids and well into their current lives the fucker had no backbone, because of which the responsibility of taking care of him was pushed on her. If only her parents weren't friends with Midoriya-san, then she would never deal with the little piece of shit.

Take yesterday for example. By the time she finished her training in dojo, Midoriya-san had left over ten messages and fifteen calls. Apparently the shithead hadn't come home for almost four hours past the usual time. Guess who had to calm his mom down while the idiot was wandering who knows where? Yup, fucking her.

She wasn't his fucking babysitter or girlfriend, for God's sake!

Then, after two hours of wasting her time trying to contact him, the relieved mother called her saying that Deku was home. She barely kept herself from coming over to their house and knocking some sense into piece of shit.

"Oh, Midoriya-kun," the teach greeted him, a bit confused by the boy's late arrival. No surprise there. For all his flaws, Deku was pretty diligent with schoolwork. Now that she thought about it, she never actually learned why he was back home so late. "Please, take a seat."

She expected him to start mumbling apologies or stuttering like he always did. Instead, Deku just went to his desk. Huh, that was new. For once, he wasn't pissing her off so much. But why didn't she feel any better though?

As the class went further, Tatsuki, despite herself, kept looking at the nerd in an attempt to figure out what his fucking deal was. The class was over and she had no clue. Frustrated, she was about to leave when she overheard the small conversation between the nerd and the teacher.

"Are you sure about this?" sensei sounded proud. With a touch of pleasant surprise and disbelief in his voice. "You seemed very serious about it, after all."

She exited the room but stayed close enough to listen in. What were they talking about?

"I am, sensei," Deku whispered, somber and quiet. He sounded broken. As if every word hurt him physically. "I am not going to Yuuei."

He... wasn't going? Not even applying there? Now that was interesting. The little shit had been dreaming of this school for almost as long as her. Difference was, of course, that she would go there but while he would never even enroll in a hero course.

Was anyone else surprised she gave him that derogatory nickname? Seriously, he wasn't a kid or mentally retarded, so he should have just accepted that heroics wasn't for him. But no, the idiot just had to keep lying to himself and hurting his mother along the way.

She should have been relieved actually. After all, now she wouldn't have to worry about the fucker getting killed during the exam. In fact, satisfaction was the first thing she felt when she heard that Deku finally gave up on this stupid dream.

But he wouldn't be Deku if he didn't spoil this experience.

"I see, well, I am always happy to help you with choosing the new school, so feel free to come into my office," the teacher smiled. It was no secret sensei had high hopes and soft spot for the class clown like Deku. "You are a good kid, Midoriya-kun. You can be whoever you want."

She peaked inside the classroom, her eyes focusing on the boy in black uniform. He looked paler than normal. More tired and fragile even more so. What drew her attention specifically, however, were his eyes. They looked dull and lifeless. As if he was asleep.

"Good luck, Midoriya-kun."

Deku smiled in return too, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. It felt forced. Stretched and across his face like a cheap mask. It looked wrong. Unnatural.

Broken.

"Thank you, sensei."

A

A week had passed since his meeting with All Might. An entire week full of changes he tried to make in his life. The changes he planned to keep.

He entered his room, taking a few extra moments to take in the change that the place went through. Where once were posters of numerous heroines, there were now just plain mind green walls. All his All Might memorabilia was gone, now collecting dust and dirt in the attic.

It felt so empty. As if something much bigger than just posters and toys was ripped out of the room. It looked much more spacious and serious, but itfelt nothing like him. Nothing like he wished it felt like.

It was ordinary.

With a heavy sigh, he collapsed on the white and mint sheets, his school bag dropping near his bad. He didn't really care about homework for tomorrow. He always could do it later. Maybe he would do it in the time he usually spent on hero analysis?

His eyes wandered off towards the small cardboard box in the corner of the room. It was the last bit of superhero junk he had left in here. He planned to burn them or throw them away. Unlike his action figures or posters which could be sold or given to some of his distant siblings, these notebooks were of no worth.

Just like him.

"Stop it," he groaned to himself. Seriously, did he enjoy putting himself down like that? Was Tatsuki right in calling him a masochist that one time? "Is that what my life is turning into?"

Self-loathing and agreeing with Tatsuki? He really was going crazy.

As he changed out of his school uniform, Izuku wondered what he would do with his life now. He had dedicated so much of his time to being a hero. And now he simply had no idea where he should go or what he should do.

The thoughts of becoming a police officer or a doctor were still strong on his mind. Then there was this part of him - this small and hopeful part of him - that kept pressing him to apply for Support or Management divisions of Yuuei. After all, if he couldn't help on the front lines, he could always lend a hand this way, right?

But he stubbornly kept pushing them away.

No matter how much he told himself that he would be happy being a doctor or a police officer or a support worker, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it. Because, in the end, it wouldn't be the same. It would only hurt him more to watch heroes so close while not being one of them.

He needed to stay away from heroics. As far away as possible.

Aoikawa-sensei said that he could always apply for a regular high school. And then, now that he no longer was busy with superheroes, he could enroll in ToGo University in Tokyo. It was a very prestigious and serious place but, according to his teacher, he could definitely get there.

Maybe that was his fate, after all? The one without heroics, villains and danger. He would live a normal, regular life.

Finish high school. Get into a nice college. Find a decent job. Save up for your own house. Meet a nice girl. Get married. Start a family. It didn't sound so bad. It was certainly a great deal better than what some people had to go through in life.

He could live a normal life. Without constantly putting himself in danger. Without worrying about villains and disasters. Normal life, stable life, it was a pretty good life, right? With his brains, he could actually have a very good life.

Normal. Peaceful. Stable. Good.

It was good life.

Then why wasn't he happy about such future?

"I am sorry."

As he imagined all this life, he felt hollow and empty. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was great, there was the part of him that hissed and scowled at the idea. As if normal ordinary life was poison, his entire being screamed and fought against it.

A normal high school. A nice house. A good job. An ordinary family. Peaceful life. Quiet death. Boring. Mundane. Useless. Insignificant.

Who wouldn't want that kind of life?

"You can't be a hero."

He grabbed his head, groaning in frustration and anger. Stupid All Might... Stupid him! Why couldn't he just let things go? What good was thinking about something he would never be or have? He was just putting himself through unnecessary pain.

With a heavy sigh, he looked outside the window.

Maybe some fresh air would help him clear his head?

A

It had been a weak since she heard the fucking turd changed his life goals. And, for what should have been the best week of her pre-Yuuei life, she watched the fucker. She waited for him to slip back into his idiotic fanboy self. To be overexcited on the Metahuman History class. Or start squealing like a girl on some pretty boy concert when they announced the new heroine.

But she got nothing.

The fucker actually meant it.

And yet she felt no better from it. That fucking-!

"I yield!" something cried from underneath her. What the- Oh right, she was in dojo. In the sparring match. With some piece of shit on the verge of tears under her foot. "Please, don't kill me!"

No way. She would have to clean the mattress for her own money.

Tatsuki tsked in annoyance as yet another sparring partner of hers crawled away in utter defeat. You know, when she took the part-time job as a coach in the dojo, she hoped for the constant challenge and pressure. And instead she ended up with a bunch of wimps who flinched every time she raised her fist.

What a bunch of pussies.

Without bothering to give the pathetic assholes any parting words, she simply sat down on the bench, the heat and the urge to blow something to pieces growing by every second. She hoped that fighting these guys would help her blow off some steam. Instead, it only made her more frustrated.

"Bakugou-san, do you have something on your mind?" Ojiro asked as he gave her the bottle of water. The guy was the son of the owner and her fellow part-timer. He was also polite as fuck, which really pissed her off. "You seem... troubled."

Troubled?

"The fuck gave you such impression?" she didn't need some sappy comment or pity. She was a big girl. She could solve her mess out herself.

"You have beaten up thrice as many guys as usual," he said blankly ignoring her comment on how pathetic and useless they were. "Also, you didn't verbally destroy them or even say a single bad word to any of them. Some guys actually asked if you were okay."

Those fuckers... They wanted verbal abuse? They got it hard from getting yelled at by her? She would destroy them. Both physically and verbally.

"Please, don't kill any of them," Ojiro said bluntly. As if she would lose the source of her income. "Instead, why don't you tell me what got you so angry in the first place?"

Where did she even start? Maybe around the time she got saddled with the useless pushover? Or around the time the fucking prick got to think she needed help from a Quirkless nobody? Or maybe that moment in her life when the asshole distanced himself from her like she never did anything for him?

And now there was this sudden change of attitude in him. For the last week, that bastard was acting like a zombie or something. Or robot, more accurately. He spoke only when spoken to. He spent his breaks just burying himself in some book or napping.

"Fuck off, Ojiro," she sniped. She didn't need anyone psychoanalyzing her and her shit. She had mom do that kind of stuff already. "Don't forget my paycheck. I swear to God, these guys pay just to get their asses kicked."

She didn't know it for sure. But there was some purple bastard that signed up just to be stepped on and squeezed by her. She made sure to beat the shit out of him with extra effort. And even then the little perv seemed to enjoy it!

Someone blocked her path.

"Hey, pretty girl," she suppressed the urge to blow the fucker's face off. He looked like your typical mugger. Shady clothing and greasy face, creepy look in the eyes. Full package in other words. "Why don't you hand over your wallet?"

He pulled out the knife. Seriously, couldn't even bother get a gun? What a dumbass.

"I won't ask nicely a second time."

She didn't need one. With just one kick, the bastard went down. Heck, it wasn't even anything special. Just good old school kick to the stomach and this fucker was groaning on the ground. He was lucky she didn't want any dirt on her record.

"You should pick your targets better, slimeball."

He grabbed her leg. With a scowl, she was about to smash the guy's head into concrete.

"Oh, I did."

Before her brain managed to process the words or how different the voice was, she was lifted off the ground and thrown into the nearest wall. As the sharp pain surged through her entire body, she had barely any time to hit back before the same greasy hand was squeezing her neck.

"Now, now, girl," the man whispered, voice silkier and huskier than she heard before. His face was sweating. His nose was bleeding. His eyes, sickly yellow and red, begged for help and forgiveness even as the cruel smirk spread across his lips. "We don't want to hurt your body, right? After all..."

Something started leaking from the man's mouth. Black and red, the slime pure out of his mouth and coiled towards her like a snake. The man's hands clenched harder on her throat, forcing her to gasp for air.

"You make such a beautiful vessel!"

The black slime darted towards her open mouth. She gagged and choked, the black substance invading her throat deeper and further. The stench of the substance made her sick and nauseous, the rancid smell of vomit rising

As the black spots started forming at the edges of her vision, as her veins burned and screamed in pain, as the villainess' giggling grew into maniacal laughter, Tatsuki experienced the feeling she had almost forgotten about.

Fear.

A

"Please, come again!"

Biting into the sweet pastry, Izuku wondered if the place was hiring. Satou-san seemed like a really nice guy, even if his appearance made him quite intimidating with all those muscles. The place was relatively close to his home and it seemed in shortage of staff.

So that was his life now. An ordinary high schooler life. Part-time jobs and exams. Maybe an occasional outing with whoever he managed to befriend. It was normal. It was his niche. These thoughts made the otherwise perfect snack taste bitter.

So much for a breath of fresh air.

The sudden explosion startled him, several car alarms going off almost unstantly and people screaming in panic and confusion. And yet so many of them, himself included, ran towards the source of explosion.

Was it some sort of sadomasochistic drive in them? Kind of like seeing the car crash sight. You know that people might have died and yet you still try to get a glimpse of the scene. They knew that whatever had caused it could be dangerous. They knew that people could or must have got hurt. And yet their curiosity drove them forward towards the danger.

He expected all kinds of scenarios. A bomb. A car explosion. Some villainess going crazy. Or just a little kid with Quirk too powerful for her age.

He never expected to see his childhood friend among the burning debris and wreckage.

A

Mizuchi has always feared fire.

Ever since she almost died in the flames, she feared it as strong as death. But all fears had to come to an end and so, once she reached the age of fifteen, she enlisted in the Mutsufasu Fire Department. She fought against and conquered her fears, eventually becoming the official hero and representative of the local fire division.

Her colleagues often likened her to the force of nature of her own. Determined. Strong. Fearless. But only a handful of them knew that every time the major fire broke out, she prayed. Even if she no longer feared fire like before, there were still times when she was reminded why she used to fear the fire.

Today was one of those days.

Another explosion shook the air. Whatever debris flew were caught on fire. The blaze was the living beast. Thousands of mouths consuming everything in its reach. She cursed under her breath, the hotter the environment was, the harder it became to use her Quirk.

Damn it, she cursed under he breath as she kept blasting the growing fire with her tendrils. The vapour rose, the tank on her back growing lighter with each passing second. At this rate, she would be out in minutes.

Kana Woods and Stronghold were helping in securing the civilians but right now she and handful of sidekicks were the only heroes available to fight the growing fire. It would take Al least an hour before the fire trucks arrived and by that time it would be too late.

"What happened, Ms. Hero?" someone asked from behind her. She turned around, ready to get the civilian out of the danger zone. Only to freeze in shock. This girl... She was behind all of this! "You look unnerved. Everything okay?"

She didn't eat the false innocence fool her. The girl acted way too calm and collected for someone caught in the middle of the fire. Without a second thought, she pointed her gun at the girl and blasted her with water. It pushed the girl back, the crystal blue liquid tightening around the girl's body like a rope.

"Ouch," the girl yelped mockingly. "What kind of hero are you, attacking an innocent bystander?"

"Shut it," she scoffed, glaring at the girl through her visor. She looked... weird. Her sclera was sickly yellow, eyes bloodshot and her skin was all too pale to be normal. Was she not in her right mind? She quickly reminded herself that, right mind or not, the girl still had to be taken in. "You are coming with me."

The blonde gave her an arrogant grin, all facade and pretense of innocence and weakness gone.

"I don't think so," she chuckled before balling her fists up. Her visor picked up the rising temperature of the girl's entire body. Her eyes widened in panic.

"Kana, Safeguard! Get the civilians away from the lines!" That was all she managed to say before the blast broke out. The scorching and burning feeling of the wave of power washed over her, eliciting a shriek of pain from her.

She rolled on the ruined road, her suit tattered and burned, the smell of smoked flesh all too familiar to mistake for anything else. What kind of Quirk was that?

"Woah..." the arsonist looked down at her hands, not bothering with her own ruined and smoking clothes. Her look of pure excitement and thrill made her sick and disgusted. "Just how much power does this brat have?"

What... This brat? Her voice also sounded different. It sounded dual. As if two people were speaking over each other. One of them, the quieter one, sounded much younger. We're they dealing with possession or mind control Quirk? The voice change could always be just the side effect of the use of the Quirk and her words could be just a slip of the tongue but...

Her gut was telling her otherwise.

That made their situation even worse. If the girl was controlled by someone, it made things so much more complicated. Not only did they have no way to confirm it without the person with the proper Quirk but they also had no idea whether the parasite could be removed or control could be broken without damage to the girl.

So much for heroics being simple.

"Why are you just standing there?" the girl roared, clapping her hands together. The blast of fire and cinders shook the ground. Damn it, her powers only kept growing. At this rate, it was only minutes before she could bring down entire buildings nearby. "Aren't you going to come and stop me?"

Another blast. Another roaring explosion. More fire. More smoke. And even louder laughter.

"Or are you scared of hurting my little host?"

Helitack could only grit her teeth in frustration. It wasn't that the situation was unfamiliar to her. In numerous hero courses, possessors and controllers were listed among the most frequent villains involved in hostage situations. Their abilities varied, but the strategy was always the same. Use the person as meat shield, capitalising on the hero's duty to protect the civilians.

But that strategy could only be used for that long.

"Is everyone secured?" she asked through the transmitter in her helmet. As both of her fellow heroines confirmed that all civilians were safe, she weighed her next words carefully. "I need backup here."

She knew that it wasn't fair to the girl. Whatever they did, it would be a damage to her body. If only they had more time, they would wait for someone to help her. But they had neither time nor choice in this matter. If they didn't stop her now, more people would get hurt.

Someone had to make this call.

A

"Ah?"

So three heroes were going up against her? She smiled despite herself. Up until now, she was forced to live off some homeless and poor, getting by only on their weakness and insignificance. All because of the people like this.

"Stand down," the musclehead of the bunch clashed her fists, trying to glare a hole in her skull. "Release the girl now and we will go easy on you."

Before, she would actually consider an offer. Outside of possessing people, she could hardly do anything with her power. But not anymore. Now she had some actual power. She couldn't possess the likes of All Might or anyone else of the Top Ten. However, this brat was doing just fine.

"And what if I don't?" she smirked at the trio of heroines. All of them were relatively young,inexperienced in their own ways. "We all know that you can't kill me. Not while I am inside the girl."

Even if they announced that the girl was possessed, media would eat these three alive. Her parents would sue them for whatever they had. And then they would be stripped of their licences. Oh, the very thought of such scenario almost made her want to be beaten up by them.

Almost.

"Now then," she dusted off her hands. "shall we start?"

She had only time to raise her hands before the hippo of a woman charged at her. She could only grin in excitement as her new body jumped back with spectacular grace. With the same speed and finesse, she grabbed Lifeguard by her hair and pressed the palm against her face.

"Good night!"

Even though the blast was powerful, she doubted the famous tank would go down easily. She needed to blast her some more for good measure!

"That's enough," the thick and hard tendrils coiled around her stomach. With the sudden force, she was pulled back and slammed into the nearby wall. She hardly felt the pain but her host certainly would feel it. "Release your hostage immediately. Otherwise, I shall show you no mercy."

Argh, Kana Woods and her theatrics. How come people actually liked her? Her Quirk was tough though, she would give the heroine that. The branches were as moving like living things and, once they hardened, were a pain to break.

But burning was a different story.

"What the-" Kana had only time to say that before she released the explosion from her entire body. Her ears were ringing and bones were aching from the sheer force of it. But other than that, she felt not even a fraction of what her host was going through.

If there was one thing she liked about her power, it was how little damage she actually sustained. She could wreck the host's body and leave it without getting a scratch. Something she planned to get the full advantage of.

"Kana!" Lifeguard rushed to her friend's side. Oh right, wood and fire didn't mix well. What was that idiot thinking about? "You'll pay for this!"

No. She wouldn' girl she took over would take the fall. She would be tried. She would found guilty if indirectly. And she would walk away and disappear in the crowd.

But only after she brought down a few more buildings.

She felt the heat rising in her stomach.

Heroes stepped back.

Someone screamed.

"TATSUKI!"

A

Tatsuki Bakugou was the only friend Izuku ever had.

Their moms were close friends and often got them to play together. Up until the age of four, they were inseparable. She would play the hero. And he was her loyal sidekick. Those were probably the last days when they could be considered friends.

But then things changed.

He wasn't sure what changed and why. But one day they just stopped hanging out. She no longer wanted to play with him. Or even talk to him. As the years went by, she grew from his friend into one of the worst bullies in their school.

She was arrogant and self-centred. She saw herself as the top of the food chain and acted like one. She was a lot of unpleasant things.

But she wasn't a monster.

For as long as he remembered, Tatsu was always short-tempered. She could blow off at the slightest provocation and showed zero restraint when it came to dealing with problems that could be solved with raw strength.

And yet, seeing her like this, laughing at the destruction and fire, felt wrong. No matter how he looked at it, this person just couldn't be Bakugou Tatsuki that he knew. Tatsuki that he knew would never hurt so many and destroy so much.

Someone had to help her.

Before he even realised it, he was running right into the center of danger.

His entire being told him to stop. His mind tried to justify running away. Away from the girl and leaving her to be dealt with by professional heroes. The images of the girl tormenting him, bullying him, bossing him around resurfaced in his memory. Her harsh words and insults kept replaying in his mind.

But those thoughts were overshadowed by his other memories - memories of the girl strong enough to change the world. To never lose. To be a hero.

And with those memories, he rushed past the lines and right towards the battle, ignoring the shouts of the people behind. He had no idea what pushed him to do that. It was suicidal. It was stupid. He knew just how dangerous it was.

But he decided to put his faith in his childhood friend.

"TATSUKI!" He cried out in an attempt to reach out to her through whatever kept her under control. She was stronger than that. "Snap out of it!"

The girl looked back at him, the whites of her eyes regaining their normal light colour. She seemed to be struggling. Fighting against whatever was in control. Her expression changed from excitement and bloodlust to confusion and pain. "D... De... Deku..."

It was working. It was actually working.

"G-ge... ay-"

What? "Tatsuki, what is happening?"

He looked at her closer. His eyes widened in fear at the sight of black veins cracking all over her skin. Her sclera turned black and eyes turned red, the expression of pure rage set in her scowl as she whispered, "Deku..."

He looked at her in fear, wondering what her next words would be.

"I am sorry."

Those were the last words she spoke, regret in her eyes but the cruel smirk on her lips. He heard the heroes yell for him to run. But he could only sit and watch. There was an explosion. Then the rush of heat.

And nothing but the black.

Aaand that is the first chapter done. As you saw, the premise is quite simple: Girls have Quirks, Boys don't. However, I plan to expand on the idea. How does that affect society? What about male heroes who want to help but can't? And the likes.

All suggestions on Quirks, characters or pairings are welcome!