A/N: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, that right belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. The only thing I own are any of my own original characters and my ideas.

So I'm trying my hand once more at a My Hero Academia fanfic, yay!

To those wondering if I'll be continuing Huh, definitely wasn't expecting this I'm afraid that particular fanfic is discontinued. The treason being I can't find it in myself to continue writing a fic I ended up unable to find the urge to continue hence it's been canceled.

I honestly can't say that won't be the same for this one but I'll be trying my best to continuously update this maybe once a month.

To those wondering if by writing this I'll be canceling my Two-Sided Awakening fanfic, yeah no. That one's still going strong I just have so many ideas for so many different fanfics that I just want to get on them onto writing.

Without further ado, enjoy whatever I've decided to write at two in the morning hyped up on coffee and instant ramen after studying for exams.

Coffee!

"Get the hell up you little shit!" a feminine voice roared, cutting through the peace and quiet of the morning.

A young man with brown hair slowly woke up, eyes cracking open blearily.

"Sorry about that Kyoda," a similarly brown-haired bespectacled man spoke as he softly opened the door and looked at his son. "You know how your mom's like."

The young man merely yawned and grabbed a pair of glasses himself before hooking them onto his shirt.

"Shut up you old hag, I'm awake!" another voice resounded through the house.

The young man let out a sigh and rubbed his face, "Let me guess, mom tried to wake up Katsuki and he didn't want to get up?"

Masaru couldn't help but look at his son, wondering how much times this had happened that it became natural for his son to understand what was going on. "Yeah…" he sagged.

"The hell did you just call me!?" his other called once more

Kyoda shook his head and got off his bed. "I'll go break them up."

With nary another word, he walked out the door and into the next room over.

And into the waiting arms of two other yelling family members and explosions.

Yes… explosions.

In this world, Quirks were a natural part of the life, Quirks themselves being special superhuman abilities most individuals possess, most being unique to their user and being classified into multiple categories.

His brothers Quirk just so happened to be explosions, with a similarly apt name.

Explosion

The same Quirk they shared.

Kyoda sighed as his mother and brother continued to yell at each other, smoke slowly filling the room with each explosion that left his brother's hand leaving a residue of smoke. He quietly moved past his mother and stood next to his brother's sitting form

Bang

Kyoda's hand exploded into action with a burst of flame and sound and created a resounding whack as it struck the back of Katsuki's head.

THWACK

Silence rang out as their mother slowly edged out of the room and stood next to her husband to watch the next few seconds pan out. Katsuki slowly turning his head as the back of his head almost glowed red and glowered at his brother. Explosions crackled back to life.

With a thrust of his hand, a massive explosion rushed forward and engulfed his brother, the length of the explosion reaching the other end of the room and scorched the wall. As the resulting smoke faded away out the open window Kyoda looked no worse for wear aside from a singed shirt.

"You done?" Kyoda looked unimpressed at his brother, "If so, go take a shower and get ready for school."

"Fuck off Kyoda-urk!" Katsuki yelled only for another explosion to ring out and his brother's hand meeting the back of his head once more.

"Language," Kyoda looked down at him, his hand sparking once more as smoke wafted off the back of his palm ready to deliver another solid hit to the back of this brother's stubborn head.

"Tch…" Katsuki clicked his tongue already knowing how useless their Quirks were against each other. He got off his bed and stalked past his brother, out the door, and past his parents into the bathroom.

Mitsuki and Masaru looked at their child and couldn't help but thanked once more their lucky stars for having Kyoda who always seemed to be able to reign in Katsuki.

They would be forever glad that at least one of their children followed in father's footsteps, most of his looks and all. The only things the twins shared were their quirks and red eyes.

They decidedly ignored the fact that the back of Katsuki head was glowing red from where Kyoda hit him. Nonetheless, Masaru put out some ointment on Katsuki's desk as Kyoda and Mitsuki got ready for the day, getting ready for school and cooking breakfast respectfully.

They also decidedly ignored the fact that Kyoda left a hit hard enough that the back of Katsuki's head glowed.

One demon child was bad enough, entertaining the idea of two devil children wasn't going to happen.

"Katsuki you really need to stop flipping your shit on every little thing that comes your way," Kyoda said quietly as they left the house and walked to school, lazily flipping a page of the book he was reading as they walked. His glasses were on as he scanned through the pages.

"Tch…" Katsuki merely clicked his tongue and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Kyoda sighed at his brother's lack of response, not that it wasn't anything unusual. He would've been more surprised if he had responded, Katsuki's stubbornness and pride never allowing him to say anything at times like these.

Kyoda sighed once more, 'I'm doing that much too often as of late,' and took off his glasses.

"Katsuki."

Katsuki looked over at his brother, unnerved by how straight-forward he seemed. It was for this reason he was surprised to see a wrapped bento box shoved into his face. Kyoda was holding it out to him, "You also really need to stop rushing out of the house whenever you're angry, this is the sixth time this month you've forgotten your lunch."

Katsuki didn't say anything except for walking forward and grabbing the bento, showing it in his bag and continue walking to school. Kyoda shook his head and followed in the footsteps of his stubborn brother, calmly placing his glasses back on and continued reading his book.

No matter how bull-headed and prideful Katsuki was, he'd always silently stand by him.

No matter how much his brother scowled or raged, Kyoda always knew he was thankful.

He merely had a very violent way of showing it.

The rambunctious class of third years in junior high went through their normal day of before-homeroom shenanigans.

Girls gossiping around desks, guys doing stupid things to kill time such as kicking a ball around the length of the classroom and Katsuki always yelling for some reason or the other.

Kyoda didn't even need to be in the classroom to know this. Unfortunately, it was because of this fact that as he was sitting quietly at his desk reading, it didn't come to his surprise that a soccer ball came flying towards him.

Bang

A small explosion rang through the now silent classroom, the girls in the class having gone silent while the boy in question of kicking the soccer ball began to shiver in his gakuran when he realized who he'd almost accidentally hit.

It may also have had something to do with the now scorched soccer ball that smashed into the wall beside his head, it's melting exterior fusing to the wall.

"Hasegawa-san," Kyoda's voice came clear through the silent room, his words being aimed at a boy with rocks for hair, "Soccer balls aren't meant to be played with indoors. Please refrain from continuing this within school walls."

Hasegawa nodded shakily, "H-Hai, Bakugo-san! It won't happen again!"

Kyoda flipped to the next page of his book. "Endeavour that it doesn't or I'll be most displeased if this happens again. The only reason I hadn't called on this before was that there were no previous incidents."

Silence rang out.

Clack

The sound of a door opening along with a book snapping shut jolted most of the students.

"On that note, please head to your seats, everyone. I believe sensei will be here shortly."

There was clamor and rush of bodies as students fumbled to find their seats lest it was their back-quarters in trouble.

Kyoda didn't miss how his brother eyed the latest arrival of the class, the boy's green hair already indicating who it was.

"Stand." Kyoda quietly said.

Everyone stood up and looked at their sensei.

"Bow."

Everyone bowed.

"Sit."

The class sat down.

"Thank you Bakugo-kun for that," the teacher inclined his head at Kyoda.

"Well…" their homeroom teacher began, "Since you're all third years, it's time for you to think seriously about your future. I'll begin giving out handouts for you to sign where you'd like to go but…"

He looked at the class, then back to the paper in the hand.

"Well, you're all pretty much planning to head into the hero course, right?" he said while throwing said papers into the air without a care in the world.

"HAI!"

The class erupted into cheers, students showing off their Quirks in their excitement. Some seemed practical for the hero course but some, on the other hand, were just plain weird to use in any type of workplace.

The teacher merely sighed. "Yes, yes you all have wonderful Quirks, however, using your powers at school is against the rules."

He was summarily ignored by the class much to his consternation. He gave a pleading look to the only child being quiet, reading his book while the classroom continued cheering.

There were only two people that would be able to control the class.

Kyoda being one of them.

"Everyone, please refrain from ignoring sensei's request." Kyoda's monotone tried to pierce through the noise of the class but ultimately failed and was thus ignored.

Unfortunately, while Kyoda was able to control the class, this was only when his voice could be heard. Taking into consideration that he never spoke above a normal inside voice, it was only half the time his voice was heard.

The teacher sighed but knew what was going to happen next.

"Oi, sensei!" the Kyoda's brother, on the other hand, was louder, rambunctious and impossible to ignore.

The class quietened down.

He was also one of the other people able to control the class.

"Don't lump us all in the same group," Katsuki said. "I'm not gonna be stuck at the bottom with the rest of these rejects!"

"Oi, that was uncalled for!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"You're not the only one with a good Quirk Bakugo!"

It was also unfortunate that whatever Katsuki tended to say was more than likely to rile the class back up.

"You should all just shut up like the extras you are!" Katsuki merely laughed in the face of their anger. They were weaklings with pathetic little Quirks.

"Oh, if I remember correctly, you want to go to U.A. High, right, Bakugo-san?" the teacher asked as he double checked his list.

The class quietened down only to start whispering at that little tidbit of information.

"U.A.?"

"That nation high school?!"

"I heard it was in the 0.2% this year along with Shiketsu, you know!?"

"Their acceptance rate is really low too!"

"That exactly why you guys are extra you know?" Katsuki drawled as he hopped onto his desk. "I aced the mock tests, I'm one of the only people in this school who could possibly get into U.A."

He looked around at the class, determination blazing in his eyes, "I'll definitely surpass All Might and become the top pro! My name'll be inscribed on the list of top earners!"

"Oh yeah, your brother and Midoriya Izuku applied to go to U.A. too, right?" the teacher asked curiously as flipped over the page of his clipboard and saw their names as well.

A boy with green-hair jolted in his seat when he realized what was said and looked up only to see the whole class of student bearing down on him.

They burst into uncontrolled laughter.

"Huh? Midoriya? No way!" one student laughed.

"You can't get into the hero course just buy studying, idiot!" another jeered at the green-haired boy who sat there in shock at their words.

"They got rid of that r-rule!" Izuku said, abruptly getting out of his seat to defend himself. "There's just no precedent…"

His words were cut off by twin explosions, the force throwing off his chair and onto the floor. He looked up in fear as smoke and embers billowed in front of him.

"K-Kaachan-" Izuku began only to be cut off by the smoke clearing and was taken aback to find not an angry blonde with exploding palms facing him but a student's back instead.

"What the-"

"How'd he move so fast?"

Kyoda glared at Katsuki behind his glasses as the center of his gakuran was charred away, the cause showing itself to be his brother's palm resting against his chest still smoking.

"Katsuki, I allow you to get away with many things…" his voice rang clear from the center of the shocked classroom, "…but harming another student is one thing I'll never allow."

Katsuki meanwhile glared into his brother's eyes, a battle of wills clashing. Kyoda suddenly let go of his brother's arm from its place in his grasp allowing him to stalk around him and stand in front of Izuku.

Kyoda meanwhile stood there silently, allowing him to intimidate the younger boy.

"Deku…" Katsuki growled causing the young boy to shrink into himself. "You're below the rejects! You're Quirkless! You aren't even able to stand in the same ring as me!"

"No! Wait, Kacchan!" Izuku frantically pleaded. "It's not like I'm trying to compete with you or anything! Please believe me!" he said. "It's just that it's been my goal ever since I was little, and well…" he looked nervously up at the angry blonde, "I won't know unless I try…"

Those were the wrong words.

"Whaddya mean, unless you try?!" Katsuki snarled, his hands smoking and sizzling and the nitro-glycerine in his sweat began to pop. "Are you taking the test for fun? What the hell can you even do, huh? You're Quirkless!"

Katsuki's hands exploded.

"Katsuki, that's enough!"

Katsuki froze at the shout, the explosions in his hands clearing away as he glared back down at the boy.

"You're Quirkless…"

As the class was dismissed thirty minutes early students began to leave, only one staying back.

Izuku sat in his chair scrolling through his phone and muttering himself about earlier events in the day. Just as he was about to put his notebook into his bag it was snatched away from him.

"We ain't done talking yet, Deku." A familiar voice drawled.

Katsuki Bakugo. Behind him, two of his followers approached.

"Katsuki, what's that?" one of Katsuki's followers called out only for him to hold it up to them. "Huh? 'Hero Analysis for the Future'? Seriously? What a joke…"

"Midoriya…" the other one just shook his head and laughed.

I-It's fine, isn't it? Give it back!" Izuku pleaded to Katsuki.

Katsuki didn't say anything except for slapping it between the palms of his hands and exploding it. What remained of it was a smoldering remnant of what it once was.

"No…" Izuku cried as it was then thrown out an open window.

Katsuki looked at him and snorted. "Most top heroes have stories about them from their school days. I want the shine of being able to be called the only student to make it into U.A. from the shithole of a school," Katsuki grinned, "I'm a perfectionist after all."

"Uh, Katsuki…" one of his followers, the one with shoulder-length grey hair, asked tentatively, "What about your brother, he's goin' to U.A. as well ain't he?"

Katsuki stopped.

He looked over at the boy with one eye. "He's the only person I'll allow to go to U.A. But you…" he looked at Izuku, "aren't even worth the time to bother telling off. After all…"

He grasped onto Izuku's shoulder smoke billowing from the cracks beneath his fingers, "You're to even going to apply to U.A. are you?" He said sweetly.

Katsuki let go off him and walked off leaving Izuku to shake in his shoes, Katsuki's followers doing their namesake and followed after the blonde-haired boy.

"Damn…" one of them whistled, "I mean, come on, you could at least say something back."

"Oi, don't say that," the other admonished, "He's pathetic, he won't do anything. He still can't face reality."

Katsuki stopped at the exit but turned his head and looked at Izuku. "If you wanna be a hero that badly, there's a quick way to do it."

Izuku didn't say anything.

"Believe that you'll be born with a Quirk in your next life and take a last chance dive off the roof!"

That set him off, but just as he was about to face Katsuki, the familiar sight and sound of explosions going off in his hands made themselves know grounding Izuku back into reality.

"What?"

When no response came they laughed and walked out leaving Izuku to shake.

Izuku couldn't help but think on Kaachan's words, wondering if there's an inkling of truth to them.

"If you even bother to entertain that train of thought I'll personally drag you to a suicide specialist," a familiar voice cut through his thoughts.

It was Bakugo.

Thankfully, the other Bakugo.

"Kyochan-" Izuku began only for Kyoda to cut him off.

"You're pathetic you know that?"

Izuku was taken aback by his harsh words. For as long as he'd known him he'd always been the kind to Kaachan's mean.

This was something of new territory and it scared him.

"You honestly think you can become a hero?" Kyoda asked.

Izuku thought the world had finished kicking him down, but it seemed to want to kick him down even further. The one person he thought that would at least ignore him didn't and decided he too wanted to make fun of him.

"What does it matter to you?" Izuku asked almost snidely but couldn't. He wasn't that type of person.

"It matters to me because you're weak and pathetic."

It was like a sucker-punch to the gut but just another reminder of him being Quirkless.

"Tell me... Izuku…"

Kyoda got his attention. It had been so long since someone actually bothered to call him by his first name.

"If you're weak and pathetic as you are now and by some chance, you get into U.A., by some chance your brains lands you a spot in the hero course, by some chance you graduate and become a hero…" Kyoda asked taking a step forward with each word he said till they were chest to chest, "What'll you do when a villain attacks and you can't do anything but watch as they tear into innocents left and right? Unable to do anything because you're too weak."

Izuku felt like all the oxygen left his lungs but still tried anyway to defend himself. "Just because I'm Quirkless doesn't mean I'm useless… I could find a way…"

"This isn't because you're Quirkless," Much to his surprise Kyoda shook his head. "Maybe you find a way, but in the time it takes you to find a way how many lives will be looking up to you for a hero to save them? Only to find he's too weak and useless to do anything except mutter to himself and plan as they all die."

Izuku could honestly say he felt sick.

"Face reality Izuku," Kyoda looked down at him, "You're weak and useless."

Izuku felt tears brimming.

"Why…"

Kyoda looked at him questioningly.

"Why… are you saying stuff like this?"

Kyoda looked at him, eyes softening for a moment but hardening as he spoke. "Because being a hero isn't a game, if you don't have a Quirk then you're already at a disadvantage. Lives are held in the balance of heroes, and weak heroes lose lives."

"But I thought you said this wasn't because I was Quirkless?!" Izuku finally got fed up of his childhoods friends roundabout words.

Kyoda shook his head "It isn't, it's about you being weak."

Izuku could feel the frustration broiling in his chest, the bullying by one of his childhood friends, now this by the other was just becoming too much. "What do you even mean?!"

Kyoda sighed and sat down, motioning for Izuku to do the same which he reluctantly followed.

"Izuku… when was the last time you bothered to train yourself? Not in mind, but in body?"

The young green-haired boy couldn't help but feel lost for words.

"Do you know how many heroes that I can list that have Quirks in the Hero force that aren't focused solely on strength or power but have managed to become Pro-Heroes?" Kyoda asked rhetorically, "Lunch Rush, Manual, Ms. Joke, Sirius, Uwabami just to name a few."

Izuku just looked at him while wiping away the build-up of tears, now just confused rather than frustrated or angry.

"What I'm getting at is that there are many Pro-Heroes that have supplementary quirk which leaves them on the same playing field as a Quirkless person," Kyoda explained to which Izuku just nodded in confusion. "If this is so, then it shouldn't be out of the question for someone like you who's Quirkless to be a hero, right?"

Izuku nodded with a strained smile, "Righ-"

"Wrong."

It fell.

"Huh?"

"Izuku, you are weak and useless." Kyoda shook his head and stood up, "If you were to become a Hero, you'll merely get people killed. It doesn't matter if you're Quirkless but the matter of the fact is you've never applied yourself to be a hero."

"What?! Yes, I have!"

"Really?" Kyoda asked as he turned and walked away. "When was the last time you trained yourself not in mind but in body so you weren't weak? When was the last time you bothered to stand up for yourself in the face of overwhelming odds? If you can't stand up for yourself and be strong, then how can you stand up for others and protect them?"

"Answer me these questions and do by them, and I'll fully admit that you can be a hero." He stopped by the exit.

"Till then just give up before you hurt yourself and others."

Kyoda stopped once more.

"I'd also suggest you hurry home, this is around the normal time class would finish."

Izuku picked up his soggy notebook from where it landed in the school fountain, koi nibbling at its edges.

"This isn't fish food…" he mumbled to himself, unable to shake both Katsuki's threats and Kyoda's words as he tried to shake out the water, "It's my notebook..."

Eventually, he gave up and just decided to head home, their words go around and around in his head.

It was around ten minutes later as he was passing through a sewer line that he began to notice something. There was the sound of liquid trickling behind him.

Normally this would've been normal considering it was a sewer tunnel he was passing through, but there was just something strange about the sound.

So, he decided to turn around.

Only to come face-to-slime with a villain made up wholly of some type of liquid, with eyes and mouth floating from an amorphous part of its body. "A villain?!" Izuku gasped.

The villain's eyes locked onto him, "Wonderful, a medium-sized invisibility cloak."

With those words it attacked, and no matter how Izuku tried to get away, he couldn't. Unable to wrestle free of the slime as it constricted around his body.

"Don't worry, I'll just be taking over your body," the villain said. "Calm down, it'll only hurt for 45 seconds."

"You'll feel better soon…"

Izuku couldn't do anything, weak and helpless to stop it from taking over. With a lack of oxygen due to the slime shoving one of its tentacles into his mouth, his lungs were unable to get a steady supply of oxygen. If nothing was done he'd soon pass out.

'I can't… I can't breathe…' Izuku thought, struggling just to think straight, grasping in futile at the sludge villain.

The sludge merely laughed when it noticed Izuku's desperate attempts to escape. "You can't escape me, idiot, I'm fluid!

'My body… there's no strength… I'm dying… somebody, please… somebody…'

If you can't stand up for yourself and be strong, then how can you stand up for others and protect them?

"It's all right now, young man," a deep voice echoed through the sewer tunnel. "I am here!"

Izuku couldn't help but think the voice sounded so familiar.

But in the end, he passed out.

He woke to someone patting his cheek and a familiar voice saying "Hey! Hey! He- OH!"

Izuku's opened his eyes to-

"All Might!"

"Where are you Katsuki?" Kyoda muttered as he looked at his phone, sending texts but not receiving any in return. He'd been searching for his brother for the past half hour without any response.

A familiar explosion blasted through the city skyline, smoke billowing into the sky. Kyoda looked in its direction in shock, his glasses almost slipping off his face. They were the same explosions Katsuki was able to produce, the same he himself was able to produce.

"Katsuki are you insane!?" he asked himself before taking off his glasses, keeping it away and sprinting in the direction of the explosion. When he arrived at the scene he already found heroes and civilians alike milling the area but explosions still ensuing.

"Katsuki? Katsuki!?" Kyoda called out frantically as he pushed through the milling civilians surrounding the area. "Katsuki!"

"Kid, what are you doing here? Get out this isn't safe!" A Pro-Hero called out.

"I'm looking for my brother, he can produce explosions like me but with his hands!" Kyoda asked worriedly, miniature explosions running down the length of his arms as it tore apart the length of his gakuran. "He has the same uniform as me."

The Pro-Hero froze.

"Shit…" he cursed.

'What…?'

"Look kid now's not a good time, you need to get out of here," the Pro-Hero said frantically while trying to over him away.

Explosions continued to ensue.

Kyoda for a second saw over the Pro-Hero's shoulder and was met with a familiar pair of eyes. They were red much like his own but filled with fear and worry.

"Katsuki!"

The Pro-Hero cursed as the child slipped from his grasp and rushed forward past all the heroes. "Desutegoro! Look out!" he called to the muscular hero who saw the incoming child.

"Shit!" the Pro-Hero cursed as he tried to grab and haul the child away. He was therefore surprised to find the kid literally explode into action, the back of his legs being consumed with small explosions that maneuvered him through the Pro-Hero's arms and straight into the sludge villain.

"Katsuki!" the boy called out and clawed at the slime, explosions trying to get the villain to let go, but also causing all the Pro-Heroes to stop for a second.

"Kid get away from there!"

"That's my brother!" Kyoda roared to whoever told him to get away, continuing futily to get Katsuki out.

In that second a massive explosion erupted from the sludge villain and consumed the boy. "NO!" Desutegoro roared, the others too helpless or pre-occupied to do anything about to assist.

Desutegoro was surprised to find the boy unharmed but missing the upper half of his clothes where the explosion consumed him. He was also surprised to find another kid wearing the same gakuran as the other two rush past him.

"Idiot! Stop!" Desutegoro shouted, but once more helpless as more explosions consumed the area, a large portion, however, being blocked by the other child.

"Shit we've got another one!" a Pro-Hero yelled.

The villain recognized the other kid that was running, already having figured out that the brown-haired kid was the brother of the kid he was currently controlling. "That brat…" he muttered as he looked at Izuku's running form that was coming straight for him.

Katsuki was helpless, watching at the villain used his own quirk to destroy the city, watching as Izuku ran to help. Watching as his own brother was consumed by his explosions, no matter if the flames didn't hurt him, their shockwaves were more than damaging him.

Izuku hurled his bag at the villain surprising it as a notebook impacted its eye causing it to flinch and let go for a second.

Katsuki looked in surprise as he watched Deku claw at the sludge with his brother, "Deku, why-"

"You looked like you need help!" Izuku cut him off with a cry as both boys struggled to grab onto Katsuki.

"Don't get in my way!" the villain roared as a sludge arm rose and fell. An explosion and gust of wind wracked the area. Kyoda fell back with Izuku from the shockwave.

"I really am pathetic…" a deep voice said through the smog much to Kyoda's surprise as he opened his eyes and cleared away the smoke.

"All Might…" Kyoda muttered in shock, surprised to see the number one hero standing in front of him, holding the villain at bay.

But the man's attention seemed focused solely on Izuku.

"Even though I admonished you… I wasn't putting my own words into practice!" All Might yelled as he grabbed Katsuki and forced him out of reach form the sludge villain. "Pros always risk their lives!"

He pulled back his arm and punched.

"DETROIT SMASH!"

The resulting punch created a tornado strong enough to change the weather, rain pouring down from the heavens as the rest of the Pro-Heroes stood there stunned.

Katsuki, Kyoda, and Izuku were quickly taken into care by the Pro-Heroes.

"Jeez there's a limit to how rash you can be! There was absolutely no reason for you to put yourself in danger!" Desutegoro and Kamui Woods both scolded Izuku while the rest of the Pro-Heroes took care of Kyoda and Katsuki.

Kyoda followed his brother as he chased down Izuki in the backstreets of the Shizuoka Prefecture, his brother's bag in his hands as he ran ahead while his own was securely on his back.

"Deku!" Katsuki roared while breathing heavily from running.

"Kaachan…? Izuku recoiled in shock at seeing Katsuki, flinching slightly at Kyoda's probing eyes as he watched on.

"I never asked you for your help!" Katsuki glared at him, "And you didn't help me! Got it?! I was fine by myself. You're a Quirkless failure playing without a full deck! Don't think you can look down on me!"

Without allowing Izuku to get a word in he walked away.

Kyoda wordlessly held out his bag allowing Katsuki to take it as he walked passed, standing there like a statue like a rock.

Izuku could say that he felt more intimidated right now by Kyoda than he normally was by Katsuki. Kyoda's words rang back when he was being assaulted by the sludge villain and they seemed to ring over and over even now.

Izuku wondered if life was just going to continue kicking him down to the dust.

Kyoda looked at him, "You can be a hero."

Izuku's head shot up but Kyoda's retreating form was all he saw.

It seemed life was full of surprises. This wouldn't be the end of its surprises for Izuku.

When Kyoda got home he wasn't surprised to find his mother and Katsuki embroiled in the middle of a shouting match.

"I'm home," he called out as he passed the front door.

Masaru was glad at least one of his sons was able to come home without almost blowing the front door of its hinges.

A/N: Now some of you may be wondering 'Hawkright, what the fuck is up with this fic' and I'll tell you 'Look, man, I don't really know it's like 5 in the morning now'.

Now here's the gist of the fic:

Twin fic (Kyoda takes after Masaru while Katsuki takes after Mitsuki)

They have the same quirk and are generally unaffected by each other's quirk but the resulting shockwaves do still damage them. Katsuki can generate large explosions which he uses as in Canon while Kyda can generate small-explosions (around the size of a beach ball) to propel his body parts. Can use it to increase the strength of his punches and kicks (similar to an elbow rocket punch or Iida's recipro burst only via explosions), can use it to increase the length of his jumps but not by much, and manoeuvre his body marginally in mid-air or to forcefully slip through objects (similar to how he used his explosions to force his body to contort and slip through Desetsugoro's arms).

Kyoda will be in 1-B cause I wanna try something new.

There's a semi-plot, sorta making it up as I go along

Will not follow 1-A with stuff such as the USJ arc. The main reason why I sorta had Izuku was to flesh out even slightly Kyoda's character while also still showing not much has changed with Izuku getting One for All. So USJ is no-go since it'll go exactly like canon. Every other arc should be there.

Kyoda translates into 'bang'. All hail google translator even though it's definitely wrong and if you google translate the word back and forth you eventually get 'smasher'.

Also, tell me if you want me to actually continue this or not.

If so comment if you want him in a relationship, and if so with which 1-B girl? (1-A will be too hard to write properly).

Also not an SI-fic.

Now to upload!