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But enough of my inane ramblings, you people came to Read. And so, without further ado, I give you…

Not So Useless

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My Hero Academia

"Anger ... it's a paralysing emotion ... you can't get anything done. People sort of think it's an interesting, passionate, and igniting feeling -I don't think it's any of that - it's helpless ... it's absence of control -and I need all of my skills, all of the control, all of my powers ... and anger doesn't provide any of that- I have no use for it whatsoever."- Toni Morrison

Chapter 1

Katsuki Bakugou was Angry.

Granted this was a common enough state for her to be in that any who knew her would take it in their stride(After taking the necessary precautions to stay out of her way of course). But this time she was Really Pissed off for some reason, and most, rather accurately, knew it was caused by one person. Izuku Midoriya. Other wise known as Deku.

It wasn't really a challenge for Kacchan(As Deku called her) to get into a huff. Sometimes it was caused by an argument with her equally short-tempered mother, other-times it was caused by an implied slight from one of her more brave(Read:Fool-Hardy) classmates, and sometimes it was caused just from having to brush her teeth in the morning.

Today however her aggression was especially heightened, and in her mind, it was all Deku's Fault.

First, she had found that she had forgotten the Mathematics homework due in today, which she blamed on Deku's presence that weekend(The fact that she was the one who basically forced him into her house was promptly ignored).

The second cause of her anger was what her mother told her just as she was leaving the house. "Try not to kill anyone at school today, All right Brat?! Oh! And the next time you bring Inko's boy into our home, could you tell him to say Hello to his Mother for me?" That… Was most worrying. Her Mother knew, or at least suspected, what she and Deku were getting up to behind closed doors, and knowing Mitsuki Bakugou, she would milk it for all it was worth.

The Third and final cause of her anger was due to what her teacher had revealed during class. Deku had passed… No. Deku had Aced the UA Mock Entrance Exam, the same exam that would put her on the first step of being a hero.

There was no way. No way in Hell that Quirkless Loser could be able to pass the same test that She, that All Might passed without a single mistake.

She had long ago come to the conclusion that Deku, Nerd though he may be, was just like every-other member of their class in one regard.

They were Ordinary. Common. Unremarkable.

She on the other hand was Different. Special. Amazing.

Since she was young she had a natural talent for whatever she set her sights on. Sports? Easy, she could beat most boys her age or higher. Academics? She could read before anyone of her classmates, and consistently got high marks on both assignments and tests. Her Quirk? She could sweat Nitroglycerin from her palms at will, literally giving her the ability to make Fucking EXPLOSIONS! To her knowledge, there wasn't a single Quirk, among students or teachers, that could match up to hers in the entire School, let alone the nobodies in her class.

Deku was Different too, but in the wrong way.

He was Quirkless. Completely without Power. Even more Ordinary than the rest.

Izuku Midoriya was Hopeless. Useless. Deku.

An errant memory flashed through her mind at that moment, one of naked bodies and twisted sheets.

A small blush formed on her cheeks.

…Maybe not Completely Useless, but being a good kisser(Among other things) wouldn't make up for the fact that, without a Quirk, there was no way Deku would ever be able to make it to UA, let alone become a hero.

The fact that he had continued to try and follow what was an essentially impossible dream, even after several of her 'suggestions' to do other-wise was… Frustrating to say the least. And she didn't handle frustration well, as the multiple empty cans and pieces of trash that she was currently kicking could attest.

On the (Not so) rare occasion that Katsuki Bakugou got frustrated, there were usually three methods she used to return to her relative state of calm. This included…

1. Harassing Deku at School

2. Harassing Deku at his House

3. Harassing Deku at her House

The last two options usually led to them sharing a bed, which she currently wasn't in the mood for, while the first option was what led her to be so mad in the first place. And so she had to resort to the fourth, and most… Expressive of her calming methods…

4. Blow Shit Up

Hence the many pieces of debris she was currently stomping into small pieces. The rest of her hanger-ons were several cautious paces behind her, consisting of those who either believed by hanging around her they would increase their 'Street Cred' or that her presence would secure safety against weaker, more malicious groups. Not that she would. If they expected her to deal with their problems just because they were too weak to do it themselves, then they weren't just barking up the wrong tree, they were on the wrong continent.

A stray comment by one of her older followers on her earlier actions to Deku made her still. A brief, tenuous feeling of guilt went through her before being flooded by her usual rancour.

"If you want to be a Hero, than go take a swan dive, maybe God will give you a Quirk in the next life!"

That… May have been a bit extreme. Despite here-say, She knew she was an angry person in general and that many of her jabs against Deku were a bit, harsh so to say, but even she was surprised at how what was originally going to be a gentle(For her) request to stop his foolish actions turned into a demand for her oldest friend to kill himself.

A small and rather unused part of her, what most would call a conscience, entertained the idea of maybe checking up on and apologising to the green-haired teen, before being quickly buried and forgotten in exchange for annoyance at the one who made the comment in the first place.

And besides what did it matter? It's not like she actually cared about the wimpy nerd or anything, right? A vision of Deku appeared in her mind, head lowered towards the ground, eyes shadowed by dark curly hair, the half burnt journal she had trashed cradled in his arms like a small child.

…

Goddamn it.

She kicked one more bottle, this one strangely heavy, before turning to her 'Gang' to disperse them, plans to intercept Deku on his way home on her mind. It was then that a hollow, almost slimy voice called out to her.

"Oh you'll Do Nicely!"

And then her entire world turned dark.

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Not all men are made equal. This was a lesson that Izuku Midoriya learned when he was young, with a single trip to the doctors office. It was there that the Physician on-call bluntly delivered the news that he would never be a hero. The portly man showed him and his mother an X-Ray of his foot, pointing to an unneeded secondary joint on his pinky toe, one that only presented itself in those without Quirks.

He was Quirkless. His Dream to be a Hero, to be like All-Might, would never come true. Four-year old Izuku spent the next week shell-shocked and unresponsive, spending all his time not at school watching and re-watching his favourite All-Might video and silently crying to himself. Sometime later he and Kacchan would have a falling-out, the formerly close relationship coming under strain from both him being powerless and Kacchans new, aggressive attitude after gaining her Explosion Quirk.

He had never felt as sad and hopeless as he had that day, and he hoped he would never feel that way again.

Ten years later on the way home from school he had been attacked by a Villain with a Slime Quirk who attempted to take over his body, when he was saved by the man who he admired most in the world.

All-Might

The Symbol of Peace. The Number 1 Ranked Hero.

All-Might

His Childhood Idol. A Man who Charged boldly into action with a Smile on his face, no matter how dire the situation.

All-Might!

A Champion of Justice, who made Villains flee and Criminals surrender just by the sight of him.

ALL-MIGHT!

A Man who… was currently in the form of a Malnourished Scarecrow.

It took the Junior-High student several seconds to connect the buff, larger than life Hero with the thin, almost Skeletal figure now in his place on the roof-top, and even longer for him to realise they were the same person, mostly due to the now ill-fitting clothes on his person.

'HUUHHHHHGHH?!'

What followed was a brief explanation on how his current self was All-Mights real form, created by a crippling wound that almost killed him, his 'Muscle' form just an extension of his Quirk. Curiosity sated the green haired boy gathered his courage and asked the question he had wanted, no Needed to ask for most of his life.

Could he be a Hero, without a Quirk?

In his Heart of Hearts, he knew it was a foolish question, and that the answer was obvious to anyone he asked.

That still didn't make the reply any less heart breaking, or his spirit any less crushed when he heard it.

No.

No he could Not.

The symbol of peace left then, leaving the 14 year old alone on the rooftop with only his thoughts, and a hollow, sinking sensation that he had hoped never to feel again.

"Is that it?" the Quirkless boy asked himself, the cold feeling in his stomach now creeping through the rest of his body. "Is that really my answer?"

For the past ten years he had gone through life with his dream being derided as impossible by everyone he knew, his classmates, his teachers, Kacchan, and even his mother, though that was more from pity and sympathy than any real malice. And even though that had hurt, there was always a part of him that had refused to listen, a part that drove him to research every Quirk he could find and that had him running across town to wherever heroes were sited, dangerous or not.

But All-Might was his idol, the very reason he wanted to be a hero in the first place, to be someone that could face innumerable odds and danger and come out on top. A Hero that saved people with a smile on his face. And he didn't believe in him.

"Were they right all along, can I really not be a Hero?"

Images flashed through his mind, him beaten to the ground by Kacchan's gang for defending a kid, the doctors blunt prognosis, his classmates laughing at him in derision, his Mothers tear soaked apologies, Kacchan telling him to jump off the roof, All-Mights last, crushing remarks.

"Then shouldn't I just… Give Up...?"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!

The boys self deprecating thought's were interrupted by the sound of a near-bye explosion, a small smoke cloud now visible in the distance. His first instincts were to head towards the smokes origin, no doubt a cause of some hero or villains quirk, when the past conversation with All-Might came back to his mind.

"You Can't be a Hero."

His fists clenched.

Even if he couldn't be a hero, the least he could do was find where the explosion came from and called the cops to let them know where it was.

With this thought in mind the boy rushed down the stairs, unknowing running towards an event that would change his life forever.

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