Hello there. For those who don't know me, which I assume, is EVERYONE, I'm Kaemisa. I make a bunch of shitty stories on this website, because even if what I write is shit, I kind of like it.

Firstly, this story is being rewritten. The real one is more than one year old, and since, I've (I hope...) improved. I want to continue it, but for that, I have to complete everything that wasn't enough for me, starting by this chapter.

Some of the chapters will be close to what I wrote before : however, there could be a lot more in those, and a few more chapters to try not to rush the story.

I really hope you'll like it : reviews are always welcomed, even if it's to say that you didn't like the story. However, insults always made me laugh, and if I took them seriously, I wouldn't be writing anymore. So save your time, and save mine : don't trashtalk.

I think that's all. I hope you'll like the story. See you guys soon.

The world... was not fair.

That was the first thought that crossed the mind of Izuku Aizawa, when the boy turned four years old. The kid would, one way or another, know it : it was one of the things he couldn't escape. Son of respectively Shota Aizawa, his father, and Inko Midoriya, his mother, his first day on earth was already cursed. He never knew his mother, as she died giving birth to the boy. It was tragic, horrible, but more important, unexpected. Nobody could really explain what really happened : even with doctors who had top-healing abilities, and an absolutely perfect health from the green-haired woman, she died violently after the birth.

The boy already started with a massive height on his shoulders. His father was devastated by this, as expected, and decided promptly that he would make everything to give the boy a good life. Shota was young, too young even to be a father, and even younger to be a lone one. He barely left UA, but he had a lot of friends to support him. He quickly became a teacher like a lot of his friends, the UA staff being unstable at that time. The newly proclaimed director, Nezu, an animal who had a Quirk, took them all in the school, deciding that he wanted to make the staff a permanent one, and not hiring different heroes every year.

But it wasn't enough in the man's opinion. He needed money to give the best he could to his son, and while he was teaching the day, he was doing hero job the night.

Izuku barely saw his father anymore. As a baby, he always was at UA, mainly with Nemuri Kayama and Hizashi Yamada, two other teachers and his father's friends.

When the boy started going to school, it was a relief for the teachers : it was not that they didn't like the boy, he was absolutely adorable, but it was hard to keep him all day with their work.

Izuku dreamed about being a hero, exactly like his father.

It started with an innocent dream : so innocent that his father or his father's friends couldn't hear it without shedding a tear.

If he became a hero, he could find his mother ! His father always said that she was in the sky, but he would find her !

But, and this world, innocence couldn't live that long. Very so often, it was shattered.

"I won't let you hurt him, Kacchan !"

"Move, Deku."

Izuku was standing in front of a downed girl, who this time, was being bullied for having earphone jacks as her ears. It made her a lot more sensible to noises around her, including explosions : and her luck be cursed, a bully with an explosion Quirk had to notice it.

She had cried for someone to help her, for the teachers, or even a random person. But, nobody tried to help her. Nobody tried to stop Katsuki Bakugou, four years old child, promised to a bright future being a hero. She had been relieved when someone got out of nowhere to help her : maybe, just maybe, someone had the heart to help her. But that hope quickly vanished, when the girl realized that said boy was Izuku Aizawa, a kid who didn't manifest a Quirk. It was odd, even, when you knew that a lot of his classmates already had theirs. Izuku literally was the last one waiting for a Quirk to manifest itself. Some rumors were even saying that the boy could possibly be Quirkless. Of course, these kind of rumors completely shattered the image of the boy : He became some sort of ignored kid, not that he had many friends before.

The teachers and the other students were watching silently the exchange between Bakugou and Aizawa, deciding not to interfere. Who would place itself between a Quirkless nobody and the possible next greatest hero ?

"Kacchan, please stop ! You are not being a hero right now !" begged Izuku.

"I said, move, you Quirkless shit !" barked Katsuki, becoming more angry every second.

"No, I won't ! What you are doing is wrong ! Plus, I am not Quirkless, it just hasn't been discovered yet-..."

"You are Quirkless AND a you are lying ! You need to learn your place !" The crowd just watched in silence, most of them knowing what was going to happen. It was not the first time that Izuku tried to oppose his old friend, but it never ended well, not that they tried to make things easier. He was going to take another beating, and most kids were thinking that it was deserved for being against Bakugou.

The fuming hand of the blond-haired kid went down to hit the boy, only for a slap sound to be heard. However, it didn't look like he touched the boy : It was even completely different. The hand of the boy was floating in the air, blocked by something invisible. They all looked in shock, as what was invisible suddenly appeared : a wall of light ? Strange motives were appearing there and there, making some sort of bright wall that looked like magic itself. Katsuki looked behind the motives, only to see the eyes of Izuku. His eyes already were green, as his hair, but now, they were glowing. The green of his eyes was brighter than ever, as if it was a special gem that had been polished again and again. For his hair, some of his strokes remained in a dark green, a mix of black and green, but some strokes became a really light green : if nothing, it added a chaotic effect to the already chaotic hair of the boy.

Katsuki couldn't explain the amount of anger he saw in those eyes right now. He had never seen anything like that, specially coming from the innocent ball of green.

"I said... STOP IT !" yelled Izuku. As if his words commended the sort of magic happening in front of him, light began to escape is body, making him shine. He quickly became engulfed by the light around him, making everyone watching him close their eyes, due to the excessive brightness. When they felt like it was tamed, they opened their eyes again, only to feel their jaws drop. Izuku was still surrounded by a sort of light aura, but it was flowing around him like a constant wave of energy. Some of his hair stokes became even more light, and his eyes were now shining like bright emeralds. But it wasn't the most important detail : He had two massive angel wings on his back, each one almost as big as his entire body. They were not moving, but it was as if the feathers, in a pure white color, were making particles of light, adding more effect to the constant aura of the boy. Above his head was located an aureole made of visible light.

Izuku looked like an angel, no more, no less. It seemed like time had stopped all around them, except for the constant wave of energy the green-haired boy was making. Suddenly, Izuku moved. A simple step forward. His aureole perfectly followed his head, and the two massive wings moved with him, making the feathers ruffle against each others. It was that single movement that made the other students came back to life. Quickly, one of the teachers sent a text to the phone of the boy's father, saying that he finally manifested his Quirk, while the rest of the crowd continued ogling the boy.

Katsuki just couldn't believe his eyes. Next to him, the two other kids that were ready to bully the boy with him quickly left, running away toward the crowd.

"D...D-Deku ?" he asked hesitantly, taking many steps back, actual fear popping into his mind. He didn't know what was happening, but he often praised his courage and his Quirk : however, both of those looked pathetic next to the actual angel in front of him. Power was leaving the kid in a constant wave, calm but terrifying, and two massive wings were far more impressive than a bunch of sparkles on his hand. Plus, the look in the eyes of the boy showed no friendliness, or anything that usually plagued the kid's eyes.

"Yes, that's me. You know, Bakugou, I'm kind of disappointed. Just look at yourself : hurting the others, because, WOW, you can make sparkles with your hands. You changed, and absolutely not for the best. The time when we were friends looks so different, now. Look ! Even the so-called friends you surrounded yourself with left you in a single second. I was the only one really supporting you, but you kept pushing me away, and bullying the others." answered the boy. Each word made Katsuki shiver. He was not scared, he was absolutely terrified. Izuku never used his family name, or even spoke to the others with such a cold tone. With each word he said, the wave of light turning around the boy went a little faster, give him a god-like aura. It was kind of fitting for an angel, and again, the blond-haired boy felt himself shiver from the comparison. A wave of guilt spread through his entire body.

Yes, Izuku was anything but Quirkless.

"I... I-I'm so sorry, Izu... I-I don't know what happened t-to me..." stuttered Katsuki.

"Heh, I don't believe you, even I know what happened to you. However, I don't care anymore. Don't 'Izu' me like that, Bakugou, you lost that privilege. Anyways, it's not me you should apologize to, but more to your victim." His voice held no warmth, it was the same one the father of the boy used when he went to speak with Mitsuki Bakugou, complaining about Katsuki's acts. It was scary in many ways, and the blond immediately felt the urge to listen to those words like they were orders.

Izuku moved out of the way, making Katsuki look at the girl he tried to bully before. She was now sitting on the ground, an air of pure admiration on her face. Katsuki gulped, and went to her. He wiped his right hand of any sweat, deciding that making an explosion right now would be a terrible mistake, and gave it to the girl. She took it, getting up.

"I-I'm sorry..." said Katsuki, looking at his feet.

"It's no problem." she said, immediately walking past him, and to the green-haired student. When arriving in front of him, she bowed so low that she was almost touching the ground with her head.

"Thank you so much for helping me !" she said, still intensely looking at the ground. But, Izuku only laughed, and the menacing aura around him vanished. The wave surrounding him disappeared, and his wings stopped glowing. However, they remained there, like his aureole. His eyes continued glowing like emeralds, but they weren't showing anger anymore.

"It's nothing, really ! Are you hurt ?" he asked. The girl got back up, and nodded.

"Just a few bruises, it'll heal in no time... I just wanted to ask, but what are those wings and stuff around you ?" she said, her eyes shining with admiration once more. The other boy just grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth.

"I think those are a part of my Quirk ? I don't know exactly what my Quirk is, but it already looks cool !" His shirt was torn from the wings appearing, but he didn't seem to care the slightest.

Quickly, Izuku got surrounded by people. Student, teachers, even some random people, everyone was focusing on the boy who was showing a quirk greater than Katsuki himself. Said boy was standing alone, lost in his thoughts. What happened ? Why did it happen ? He had no answers, but he had a lead. He had done something stupid, toward Izuku. That was the only thing he knew. He had been an ass, and karma was coming back to bite him in the ass. A low chuckle escaped his mouth : yes, Izuku's Quirk making him an Angel really was the definition of Karma.

"Izuku !" yelled a voice. The whole crow turned to the sound, only to see a man in a hero costume running toward them. Behind him were a group of teenagers in blue and white uniforms, running as fast as they could. The crowd started to make a path for Izuku to leave, but before they could move, said boy was flying above them, using his wings.

"Dad !" It was another surprise for the people, watching the boy using his wings was even more impressive. The hero coming toward their way stopped, his eyes widening. Izuku flew as fast as he could to the man, and promptly hugged him, stopping himself in the arms of the man. Both hugged each others, forgetting the world around them. Suddenly, the other students started realizing what the kid had said.

"Dad..?" repeated a kid.

"Aizawa's father is a pro-hero ?" asked another one.

"Look at those people, they have UA uniforms ? Do you think he's their teacher ?!" asked a girl.

To the teenagers in uniforms, it was another story. They obviously knew the kid, as they were used to the boy barging into their class sometimes.

"Wait, is that Izuku ?"

"Oh my gosh, he's so CUTE !" yelled another one. Quickly, both Aizawas were surrounded by the other students. However, they didn't care, as they continued hugging themselves.

"I told you I had a Quirk." whispered Izuku. Shota only smiled.

"I always knew you would have one."

Izuku looked at his father right in the eyes, and his pupils were glowing with joy.

"Do you think that Mom is watching me from the sky ?" he asked. Shota smiled again, and started hugging the boy again.

"Of course she is watching you, and I am sure that she couldn't be more proud of you." he replied. Izuku, satisfied, left his father's embrace, before being grabbed by the first UA student next to him. As the green-haired boy was being hugged an complimented by every student of his father's class, Shota couldn't help but look at the sky above him. He smiled softly, and a lone tear, invisible to the people around him, rolled on his right cheek.

'Yes, I'm sure that she's proud...'

2 days later :

Katsuki was sitting on a sofa, in his living room, still lost in his thoughts. It was saturday, and the two past days had been horrible for him. Firstly, his ego took a severe hit. He had expected, after his confrontation with Izuku, to be not as popular as before, but it was worse than this. Nobody even dared approach him. It was as if Katsuki had an important illness. People were with him because he was the star student. Now, Izuku easily replaced him as the star student, with his flashy Quirk. It was kind of depressing, in a way, realizing that his relations with people were fake.

Guilt was eating him alive. He had been an ass, and was paying it dearly. Apparently, the youngest Aizawa went to the doctor after gaining his Quirk, and some analysis game a lot of informations. Apparently, his eyes worked like his father's one, and could erase Quirks with it. That only thought was terrifying to Katsuki : his Quirk was everything for him. His pass to be a hero, his popularity, and what made him so special. Yet, it could be erased, like it never even existed. He apparently could also manipulate light, and the example was the first wall he saw when he tried to attack the boy. Flying... Yes, the youngest Aizawa had a lot of tricks up in his sleeves, and Katsuki wasn't sure he even knew everything, or that Izuku had discovered everything he could do with such a power.

Recently, the boy had been followed by every student trying to socialize with him. The same students who wouldn't even speak to him before. The only one Izuku really was friendly with was the girl he saved : Kyoka Jiro. She had been following like a lost puppy, and not really surprisingly, the angel took a liking to her.

Mitsuki was watching her kid with confusion. Katsuki was not as arrogant as before, and she was seriously wondering if her son was sick, or anything like that. Usually, he would be running around, doing things that got over her head : not stay on the sofa like he was in a depression.

"Katsuki, what the fuck are you doing ?" asked the woman. The blond just looked at her like she was crazy.

"What do you want, hag ?" asked the four years old boy. His father was ready to reprimand him, but Mitsuki spoke faster.

"Why the fuck are you sitting on the sofa making such a face ? It looks like we killed your imaginary pet." she answered, making the kid growl. After several seconds of silence, he decided to speak.

"What do you know about Izuku ?" he asked.

"Izuku ? You mean, Inko's son ?" asked his father, and the explosive boy nodded. "I know that Inko died bringing him to the world, and I think his father is like a pro-hero, or something like that ? He actually teaches at UA."

"Welp, two days ago, he got his Quirk." added the boy. Mitsuki raised an eyebrow.

"It's pretty late for him to develop a Quirk."

"Yeah... That's why I thought he was Quirkless. But he's not, and his Quirk is fucking amazing. He can make light, and actually control it like it was his bitch to begin with. Literally. He also has two massive wings and can fly with it, he even has an aureole." Said the kid. Masaru was almost crying in his seat over the language of his son, but when he tried to speak again, he got stopped by his wife.

"That seems kind of fucked up for a Quirk."

"Yeah, it is. But, you know, it wouldn't have changed shit. He got a Quirk, so what ? But... You know, those feet suckers at school are now following him like he was the next All Might."

"That's kind of how they followed YOU."

"Exactly. And I am now fucking alone ! They are dodging me like I was an illness. I think I really fucked up. Izuku was my first friend, and honestly, it seems like he was my only friend. But he got over it, and when I tried to apologize, he told me that he didn't care anymore."

'Haaa, so he has no friends anymore, that's why he looks like utter shit.' Thought Mitsuki. She wanted to tell her son that it would pass with time, but she knew it wouldn't : back at school, she had been the popular type. When she started dating Masaru, the people around her made her feel like shit, and she could act all the same than before, not a single thing would change. If Katsuki wanted to go back to having friends, he would have to pass by Izuku, because that kid was the wall between him and the class. It was as simple as that : the popular one dislikes you, not a single person likes you.

"Then why the fuck are you losing your time on my sofa ?"

"...What ?"

"I said, why are you losing you time ? Go and make something to apologize. Your situation will get worse and worse if you do nothing. So get out of this house, quickly, because I won't tell you all day." she said. Katsuki looked at her like she had grown another head, before rushing out of the sofa so fast that his father actually yelled. The boy left the house so fast, closing the door in a loud noise, that Masaru didn't have the time to stop him.

"But, Mitsuki, he's four years old..."

"I don't fucking care, Izuku's house is literally thirty seconds away. He can take care of himself just fine. Now, come on : he won't be there for at least three hours." she said, grinning. Masaru gulped when his wife got up and got close to him.

Katsuki was standing outside of the Aizawa household. It actually was a kind of a cozy house, not a little one, for sure, but it wasn't a mansion either. He had been waiting for a good thirty seconds in front of the door, and was starting to stress out. What if something went wrong ? If his pride got in front of his eyes ? If Izuku didn't accept his apology ? If...

"Hello, Bakugou." the voice of a boy interrupted him. He looked at the door, only to see the youngest Aizawa standing there, with a face as blank as a sheet of paper.

"...Yo, Aizawa."

"Anything you want ?"

"Actually, yeah. Hey, is your father here ?"

"No, he actually has some business with the other UA teachers."

"... I see. Could I speak to you ?"

"Sure, come in."

They entered the house, and without losing any time, Katsuki followed Izuku to the leaving room. When he entered the room, Katsuki noticed that he wasn't the only one there. Kyoka Jiro was sitting on a couch, and was with her school books. Actually, Izuku's books were also on the couch.

"You guys were working ?" asked Katsuki, surprised. Izuku just nodded.

"Yeah, actually, we're just doing the homework before doing anything else."

Katsuki could see that Izuku was far more confident than before. He wondered if that newfound confidence came from his Quirk. It wouldn't be the first time that he would see someone's temper change because of a power : he was the perfect example. His quirk made him reckless, and he was the only one unaffected by the sound of his explosions. He couldn't explain it... But he knew that his Quirk could cause ear problems to the others.

"Hello, Jiro." said Bakugou. The girl only nodded in response.

"So, what did you want ?" asked Izuku, looking expectantly at the blond. The boy sighed, and started.

"Aizawa, I mainly came here to apologize. I never realized that I was such an ass to you, or the others. You know, in my head, I was awesome ; I got the Quirk to achieve my dream, I had a lot of so-called friends following me around, people did as I wanted... I kind of became a Prince in my head. But, looking back... I miss the times when we would play the heroes."

Izuku looked at his ancient friend, his face still blank. Not so far, Kyoka was actually confused : she never knew that there was some kind of history between the school's bully and the school's victim. She didn't really except Izuku to forgive the boy, but to her surprise, he started laughing.

"Apologies accepted." he said, smiling brightly. Katsuki's eyes widened.

"Wait, what ? Just like that ?"

"Of course. I've seen you at school, Katsuki. I know you really thought about what you did, plus, I don't know how to hold a grudge." he said.

Katsuki just looked at Izuku in confusion, before grinning. He put his hand in a high-five position, the one he always did when they 'won' against the villains, while playing heroes.

"So, back to Izuku and Katsuki, the two next best heroes ?" he asked.

"Back to Izuku and Katsuki, the two next best heroes." grinned back Izuku, making the high-five. "Actually, Kyoka just here also wants to become a hero. We have to train her, she doesn't know the TurboSpeed plan, the Godzilla strategy, and the Chameleon rush." added the green-haired kid, his eyes shining brightly. Bakugou chuckled, knowing that those were the name of the plans he made with Izuku while playing.

'Is this how the smart kids talk ?' wondered Kyoka, completely lost. The blond turned to her.

"Hey, I am sorry again for the last time, Jiro." he said.

"It's okay, Bakugou... If you're Izuku's friend, then I guess you can be mine as well..." she added.

"Call me Katsuki then."

"And call me Kyoka."

"Enough of this ! We have villains to stop !" yelled Izuku, running out of the room, and actually out of the house. Katsuki quickly followed him while laughing, while Kyoka came just after, chuckling.

After all, every great hero started being one at a very young age.