Howdy, I'm abyssal Phantom and I personally hope you enjoy my first ever story/fanfic. By the way, this story significantly improves over the chapters to come, stay tuned and I hope you enjoy...

"Oh, no!" = spoken out loud

'Oh, no!' = thought in head

- insert song name here - = play or switch the song

"Save" = Unknown

I do not own "Boku no Hero Academia"

It was a dark day today, the sun was hidden behind grey clouds that shed a gloomily dim light over the whole landscape, and Izuku was scared…

But, that's a couple years from now, because right now there was a small smiling child playing with his Rubik's Cube that he got for his third birthday. The boy named Izuku heard some footsteps behind him, and when he turned around there was a bright flash of light as the snap of a camera's shutters went off.

Izuku blinked away the slight blindness and when he was able to see, there was a picture in front of him. The picture showed the cute and surprised face of a small child with wild and fluffy light green hair and big bright green eyes that seemed to have an endless light within them.

"Aww, you look so cute honey" Came the soft voice of Izuku's mother, Inko Midoriya.

Izuku looked up to his slim and tall figured mother as she was crouched down while warmly smiling down at the little boy. Her soft dark green eyes only showed kindness and her equally dark green neatly flattened hair, that was done into a pony tail, had two bangs of hair framing her seemingly glowing pretty face.

Izuku blushed from his mother's comment and turned away in embarrassment. He looked down and saw his new toy that he had been playing with for the last couple days, "Mom, look! I did it in only thirty seconds this time!" Excitedly said the high-pitched voice of the now brightly smiling boy as he showed the complete Rubik's Cube to his mother.

His mother let out a light giggle, "It seems you did. My little Izuku, you're so smart" She warmly said as she hugged her son.

Izuku squealed in happiness as his eyes glistened with the same emotion, "Do you think I can be a hero like All Might!" He excitedly asked.

His mother giggled once again, "I'm sure with a brain as big as yours, you could be anything you want" She replied as she started to lift her son into the air and carry him, 'I guess his quirk is intelligence based. And it's not extremely uncommon for people to just be born with their powers. Usually they get them at four years old though… oh well' She thought as she floated her sons small Rubik's Cube, that he had dropped, to her free hand.

"So, what do you want to do sweetie?" She amusedly asked.

"I wanna watch the All Might video. He's the best!" Izuku energetically answered.

His mother warmly giggled once more as she walked towards the door and closed it behind them.

A week later and Izuku was playing with some other children. Currently they were all throwing rocks along the water and seeing how much they skipped along it. Izuku went last and the person to get the most skips so far was his best friend Katsuki Bakugou, who Izuku called Kacchan. Kacchan had gotten four skips, which to children was a lot, but to Izuku it was a small feat to accomplish and he was determined to beat his friend Kacchan. Izuku started to look for a smooth, flat and circular rock which confused the other children aside from Katsuki, because he was smart enough to understand what Izuku was doing. After a short time, Izuku found what he was looking for. He went to the water and started to aim his arm, but he was doing it slowly which annoyed the impatient Katsuki.

Katsuki asked what Izuku was doing and Izuku replied cheerfully that he was doing "The most optimal method" This confused almost all the children since they didn't know what those words meant, but Katsuki could kind of understand it. He still didn't know what Izuku was specifically doing though, and the simple answer to that question, was that Izuku was aiming for a good twenty-degree angle in his throw to get the most skips possible. Izuku finally threw the stone and when it bounced along the water over ten times, all the children just stared in awe.

The rock bounced thirty-eight times in total, but only Izuku could currently count that high, so he kept that information to himself.

The children burst into an uproar of cheering and smiling faces as they congratulated Izuku, with some saying that he was only able to do that because of his intelligence quirk. There was one boy though, one boy that didn't act the same as the others. Katsuki just stayed at the back of the crowd surrounding Izuku as he stared wide eyed at his obscured friend. This always happened. The attention that belonged to him would always be stolen. Always by Izuku.

Katsuki and Izuku are best friends, always playing together, smiling together, laughing together. They were friends for as long as they could imagine, mainly because both their mothers were best friends as well. They would commonly talk about heroes and how they both wanted to be one, all of it said with happy smiles and exited tones. Katsuki was the loud and slightly taller one, who with his spiky blond hair and exited red iris eyes, always wore a wide and happiness filled smile, while Izuku would match his hyper attitude with his own jumping excitement and shining happiness.

They both loved and admired the same top hero. The symbol of peace who with his existence alone brought crime rates down. The large and over seven-foot tall hero, who always smiled fearlessly, even in the most daunting and dreadful of situations, never giving up. The muscular mountain of a man who had neatly combed back, golden blond hair, with two magnificent tall tufts that stood straight up like bunny ears and had bright blue eyes that seemed to glow with the same endless light that Izuku had. With his overwhelming strength, near-invulnerability, immense speed and stamina, and an indomitable spirit, he was labelled the strongest pro hero and an inspiration to all. He is the symbol of peace and number one hero, All Might.

He was an inspiration and aspiration to both boys, though one thing was differed between the two, other than appearance and height. It was the thoughts that surrounded the powerful man. Izuku wished to be like All Might, to help, to protect, to save and with his intelligence quirk he believed that he could do this, even without that though, he still believed he could accomplish his dream, all because of a feeling that he was aware of for as long as he could even begin to feel. A feeling that was silent and slept very far down inside of him, always untouched but always there. Katsuki had a different wish though, and he wished to be better than the magnificent All Might, to be better and stronger than the legendary man.

The differences didn't stop there though, because how they admired the heroic man was different to. Izuku admired the man for saving everyone and always smiling fearlessly, never daunted, inspiring others, like a light in the dark he shone the brightest. But, once again Katsuki believed something different, and he admired the man for beating everyone and always winning, never failing, defeating villains, doing it effortlessly like he was untouchable.

One thing was the same between the both of them though, and that was that they wanted to be heroes, more than most in fact. It was a common dream among kids and children, but the two boys did definitely want their dreams more than most. Izuku had his intelligence quirk to help him, he had confidence in it, he could rely on it, he didn't have to worry with his quirk's help.

Sadly, nothing comes without a cost.

This lesson was learnt the day he accidentally figured out his father was dead. He didn't mean to, it's just when his mom told him that his dad worked over sea, he could tell she was lying and then he tried to find the truth, but he shouldn't have. He doesn't want to know now, especially with the abusive sadness that was ruthlessly beating him. He wouldn't have wanted to know if he could have predicted the deep cutting feeling that was ravaging within him that came with the knowledge of his father's lifelessness. The first feeling he understood, it was the reason he was crying while his mother tried desperate to comfort him, but the second feeling he knew nothing about, and he wouldn't for a long time.

He could understand one thing though, and that while he cried his little heart out, his mother was doing the exact same thing while she was crouched down and embracing the wailing boy in a house that felt slightly colder than it was before.

Inko Midoriya cried for a different reason other than her son. She cried because of her oceanic guiltiness for somehow letting her son know of the secret that she promised herself that she would never reveal. The mountainous sadness that had built up over years of keeping a raging monster locked inside her as it thrashed around mercilessly, the death of her beloved husband.

The two laid crying in a warm embrace that was a contrast to the cold and still atmosphere, unaffected by their loud wails of unexpected grief that filled the unkind air.

The experience made the ever kind mother only surer of her child's early appearing quirk. Any one that knew the sharp boy believed him to have an abundant intelligence type quirk. Which was why when the bright-eyed boy was three and a half years old, and grew large wings, everyone was baffled.

The wings were big, smooth and sleek, with a thick, tuff, and pitch-black skin on the wing's limb, but thin and flexible on the wing's deep grey wind catching flaps.

Not only did most children receive their quirk at the age of around four, but if they got any type of quirk that related to wings, which was actually pretty rare, the wings would only have a span of around four to five foot. That wasn't the case with Izuku though, because not only was he only three and a half, but his wings were thicker than most and had a wing span of a solid seven foot.

The problem with him being so small and his wings being so big, was simply that he couldn't lift them of the ground. They were actually so heavy that he wasn't able to lift them, let alone himself. Luckily, he had a fix to the problem, because after some thinking he was able to figure out that the little muscle mass he had, just simply wasn't enough for him to do what he wanted. His conclusion was that he needed to work out and train to be able to use his wings. Some sit-ups, pull-ups and push-ups over some time would get the job done. He knew it would take a long amount of time before the training had any proper affect, he wasn't stupid or naïve, which was kind of dumb since it was coming from a three-year-old, but in any case, he would be willing to do the work and take the time. Especially since he wants to be a hero.

His mother was having a slightly separate problem, well no, it actually was the same problem. His wings were too big, and how was a mother not supposed to worry when her only child was tugging around two hulking seven-foot-long masses. Thankfully, Izuku was able to come to a sort of solution. After concentrating on them, he was able to make them shrink and vanish back into his body, and obviously re-summon them at will.

Another problem was quickly made apparent though. Izuku's increased intelligence was very apparent but had always been there, so to other children that already knew him, it was fine and cool. But, now not only was he the smartest, but he got a quirk early, and it was pretty strong making the other kids think it was unfair. It didn't make sense to Izuku, but now everyone had swiftly become jealous of him.

Everyone now assumed that this was his actual quirk, and his brilliant brain was an "unfair" advantage. The once friends now ostracised Izuku for the stupid and simple reason of wanting what Izuku had. All children wanted quirks and if one of their friends or classmates got one, it was cool, but with Izuku getting one early, it was now a problem. Not only was his early quirk that he couldn't even use "unfair" but his helpful genius that his friends had previously been congratulating him for, was now an "unfair advantage".

Over time the people that once talked and laughed with him slowly but surely disappeared and slid silently away. Izuku didn't know that three-year-olds could be so cruel, but cruel they were, as they would purposefully avoid him and tell him mean things. The feeling, that had only been growing since he discovered the secret about his dad, only grew stronger and more ferocious as time ran on. The feeling rattled inside his head endlessly as it made this new grey world silently stalk upon him, but still he didn't know what the feeling was.

There were times when children would try to talk to him and be his friend, but they only ever wanted something from him, they would brag about how they were friends with him, never actually talking or laughing with him. It didn't feel… genuine.

He stopped hanging out with those children. The brutal feeling once again growing bigger, but it was better than being used, being bragged about like an item. They probably didn't mean any harm, they were only three after all, but then again, so was he. He was weak, he was easily hurt, and his heart felt frail. He didn't want to feel like this. So, it was better to avoid those ones, or was it? He couldn't tell with the with the weight of the unknown on his back that made him slouch and look down every day in defeat. What was it?

What was it that hurt him?

Time passed quickly, but that was for everyone else, cause for Izuku it felt slow. All because he didn't have any friends, all aside from one that is. All aside from Kacchan. His best and only friend. Making jokes about how Izuku would become his sidekick when he became a hero. The weight lifted lightly, and Izuku smiled, all thanks to his friend Kacchan.

Everyone now believed Izuku's wonderful wings to be his quirk, but little did anyone know, it was only a single aspect.

Several months passed and Izuku was now four years old. He could safely use his wings, but along the way they caused many problems.

It was several months before he was able to even lift them, but luckily when he was able to, the fact that they were so heavy only helped his training, making him stronger as the days went by. Also, because of their largeness and weight, the force behind each flap was much more than he had originally expected, even going as far as having trouble not completely getting thrown across the room. Though a little help from the computer and his brilliant brain allowed him to learn a few stances that stopped the problem from happening. Surprisingly, not long after, he learned to fly. His light build and strong wings allowed him to fly at high speeds but the force of his wings caused a jolting recoil on his body, luckily though, it only added to Izuku's increasing strength.

The combination of Izuku's months of light training and his wing's weight and force, resulted in him easily becoming the strongest out of all the other children, but once again he only received scorn for it. Once again people were only jealous of him. But, they were only young and most of them didn't even know what a sit up was.

So, how were they supposed to know that he had worked for this? How were they supposed to know that he had secretly done this, so they would think he's cool and like him again? How were they supposed to know that it hurt when his desperate plan only spit in despise back at him?

How would they know the jealousy and desertion only made him feel an endless hopeless feeling that he hated, but still didn't know or understand?

At least he had Kacchan though.

One upside though, was that Kacchan, his best and only friend, finally got a quirk. Izuku was happy for his friend and congratulated Katsuki but so did the others, even those that didn't know Kacchan, the same ones that used to brag about being friends with him like he was an item, but Katsuki wasn't as aware as him and would probably be friends with them, even though they wouldn't truly be friends. The large amount of compliments from almost everyone about Katsuki's "powerful" quirk seemed a bit much, but with how happy and excited Kacchan was, how could Izuku be anything but supportive for his friend.

With Katsuki basically exploding with emotions, almost literally, the boy set off fire-cracker-like pops on his hand as an example of his "powerful" quirk. Apparently, he could secrete nitro-glycerine-like sweat from his palms and detonate it at will to create explosions, but sadly he couldn't utilise the ability too well at the time. It made sense since his quirk had only just appeared, meaning that it would get stronger with time, and everyone told the hand popping boy exactly that.

He started to brag about his quirk, about how cool and powerful it was, basically repeating what everyone had told him. He then began to say that his quirk was better than others, not rudely, but like a child would, he was one after all. Izuku still believed his own to be better though, because has confidence in his. He could trust and rely on his wings, his strength, his intellect, he knew he could, he wouldn't need to do much as long as he had them. Even if everything failed though, he still felt something else, something different, an untouched and deeply imbedded force that laid silently inside. He had confidence in this too, but this confidence was more natural and had always been there, always letting him know that the force existed.

Time moved once more, and it was four months later, with Izuku now being four and a half. He had gotten stronger, along with his quirk, making him only more grateful and happy for its existence as he slowly began to care less and less for training, relying on them as they were, and not trying to improve them as much. He could easily rely on his mind and wings when needed.

Katsuki got stronger as well but something different happened with him. He suddenly started to become arrogant and unkind to others as he gloated about his quirk. It only got worse too, slowly become less like the Kacchan Izuku knew and more… mean. With his quirk getting stronger, it caused it to give a pretty serious kick back because of the power, but it only made Katsuki stronger as the time went on, making him more physically strong than most others his age and giving him only more to throw in people's faces.

He didn't do this with Izuku though, but instead he began to distance himself more. Izuku didn't let this happen though and stayed right beside his friend, step by step, stride with stride, trying to help his friend, that he felt he was slowly losing.

Something else did happen though. The challenges that Izuku and Kacchan would constantly have, as a sort of game for fun, were swiftly becoming more serious. There felt to Izuku like there was a sort of stake in the challenges, but not for him, for Katsuki. Katsuki kept losing and Izuku could see that it didn't sit well with the boy, with him becoming increasingly irritated and aggressive towards others at school. He seemed desperate to win, almost to an obsessive point, but Izuku never let him claim the victory, and instead Katsuki only tried harder and more vigorously. Izuku didn't like the new feeling of desperation every time Katsuki exuded as he continuously tried to beat Izuku.

Desperation is an emotion that Izuku believed to be one created when you felt like there was no hope, none what so ever. Feeling it come from Katsuki as he would throw a circular stone across the river in rage, then storm off with obvious emotion bubbling in the corner of his eyes when he failed to even get a fifth of Izuku's skips, it was all confusing to Izuku, mainly cause he didn't know what was causing his friend pain. With it happening over and over again and the distraught Katsuki basically avoiding the worried Izuku, he didn't know what to do. He felt his own sense of hopelessness, not knowing what to do, let alone actually being able to do it.

At the very least he still wanted to help, but the only way he knew how, was by trying to help his friend find himself as Kacchan still slowly but surely started to disappear. A good way to begin, would be by fixing his aggressive and egotistical attitude by telling him how it's wrong, all while stopping him from hurting others.

In fact, that's what was happening right now.

"Kacchan that's enough. Can't you see he doesn't like it?" Izuku sternly told the angrily glaring boy who had just berated another child for a likely unwarranted reason.

"Well he shouldn't have insulted me then" Katsuki threw back while using his eyes to stare daggers at the back of the boy who was now running away crying.

"He didn't insult you, and even if he did, he definitely didn't mean it" Truthfully informed Izuku while still keeping a disapproving teacher like demeanour.

"Why the hell do you care?!" Lashed back the snarling Katsuki who had quickly whipped around to Izuku making the rage on his face apparent.

"Because we shouldn't be mean to those who are weaker than us, we need to protect them" Wisely told Izuku and giving little reaction to his friend's outburst.

"What the hell would you know about being weak!?" Abruptly exploded the obviously infuriated Katsuki as he stormed off.

Izuku sighed while his head dropped down in a tiresome state as he lost the disapproving demeanour for a more relaxed but obviously energy less state, "This isn't going to be a good day today, is it?" He wondered aloud as he began to leave.

Although the boys didn't interact as smoothly as they once did, and Katsuki would actively avoid Izuku most of the time, they would still hang out together, usually with little talk involved. In fact, the boys had planned before hand to meet up later, but Katsuki didn't find it pertinent to inform Izuku of what the activity was going to be. Quite literally all the arrogant child told him was too come to the forest entrance and the time at which to meet. The forest entrance was located at the park which in thought was a good idea because of how pleasant it could be to go to the park, but when you account in the dreary lighting of the hidden sun and the blight of the loathsome grey clouds that ensnared its beauty, all in all the parks bright and cheerful lighting would be lost like the wistful sunlight is begins the depressing clouds.

Izuku made his way to the dim park, and as he came around a corner he firstly saw the grey ground that had lost its brown colouring because of the lack lustre light, and the heavily shadowed trees that were entangled in darkness stripping them of their welcoming aura for a slightly more down trodden disposition. Further in Izuku found two of Katsuki's friends before finally finding the explosive child, who was offering a rather heated stare. It slowly burned into him as he walked closer to the awaiting group.

The two friends of Katsuki were less of genuine friends and more of the bragging and objectifying type, but it seemed Katsuki either didn't realise or he simply didn't care, but what was most likely was that the friend's constant boasting of his power only stoked the flames of his growing ego. Izuku didn't know, but he could assume, and it was made kind of easy with how they were more like Katsuki's lackies, since he only ever called them by some sort of insult and that he would never actually call them friends. The kids themselves weren't bad but they definitely weren't good, especially when including the fact that they would use Katsuki's name to intimidate others. They were only about four, but it was like they were in their own little immature gang but the twist was that the boss was unaware of his servants' happenings.

The first kid was a slothful and downright lazy kid that heavy leaned onto the bloated side of body types. His quirk was surprisingly very similar to Izuku's supposed quirk with it being a different variation of wings. The boy's wings were much smaller and weaker than Izuku's, with a simple red tint to their bat like form. The kid's use of his quirk was limited as he could barely lift himself off the ground with them. Not only did he not strengthen himself like Izuku did, but with his thick bodied form he was only weighed down more, making the combination of his already feeble wings and unfit body into a very disappointing show.

The second kid as a contrast to the first was a skinny and almost twig like boy whose quirk was actually just as disappointing. He could increase the length of his fingers to several more feet then they should be, which in some regards could be pretty useful and if used resourcefully and creatively could be very versatile, but sadly the kid himself wasn't too bright so his use of it was once again limited.

Neither child had much of a personality to describe, aside from that they followed the leader.

"Your late!" Came the irritation stained voice of Katsuki as he gave an animatedly knife wielding glare.

"I was basically right behind you" Said Izuku in a fickle defence as he tiredly looked forward after walking all the way to the not so cheerful park.

"No, you weren't, and if you had you'd have gotten here sooner" Heatedly replied Katsuki before he scoffed and turned away in a childish manner, which was to be expected from a four-year-old.

Izuku sighed as he became quickly tired of the boring argument that he had hundreds of times over, all with the same person, "What are we doing here anyway, Kacchan?" questioned Izuku as he turned his head towards the darkened path that led into the forest.

The unworthy friends perked up at this, obviously interested as to why they were here too.

Katsuki's eyes cooled as his glare softened but a smug smile stole the bottom half of his face in its stead, "Were going into the forest" He said in a derogatory tone while making the explanation sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Izuku simply shrugged the casual jab at his intelligence off as he kept a stoic expression, "Its dangerous in there and you know it"

The smug smile quickly formed into a more malicious one as Katsuki began to speak, "What? You scared?" Taunted the purposefully aggravating Katsuki.

Izuku kept a stoic expression but inside he was riled up as he knew this was a challenge much like the ones they have had before, but this time the challenge was left unsaid and instead the ear to ear smile was the only tell that there was one. Izuku none the less felt insulted, aggravated and he had every intention of winning, but all the while he kept a blank expression knowing that it would show Katsuki he couldn't just emotionally manipulate people into doing what he wanted them to do. So, forward he walked, onto the dirt and gravel path that lay in-between the overbearing trees beside it, while leading further into the dismal forest that let little light shine through the covering canopy.

Katsuki's once heated glare came back ten-fold as he threw it at the back of Izuku's head as he walked further into the path that lay in front. He felt like he had just been shown up or insulted by Izuku's nonchalant attitude towards what was supposed to be a hard challenge that he had spent not a short amount of time thinking up, all to show that he was better than Izuku by illustrating how scared Izuku was and how brave he himself was. He chased after Izuku to make sure that no one thought he was scared himself, but the thought of "chasing after Izuku" left a bitter taste in his childish mouth making his anger and irritation only grow.

The fake friends soon followed but Katsuki really didn't care if they did or not. All he had his mind on was showing how he was better than Izuku. A childish quest but it was one that he only wanted more and more every day. He was better than Izuku and he needed to show it, he didn't need Izuku, he didn't need his help or want his help. He just wanted everyone to know he was the best, because maybe then, he'd have friends.

- Dark Piano - Pain (Original Composition) -

After going along a dirt, but clear-cut path, the childhood friends came upon an opening where the sound of a fast-flowing river could be heard. The path opened to an area where it was obvious that a long and old fallen tree crossed a sizeable rushing river. It was all dimly shaded by the towering trees that blocked out the sun, but through the intimidating canopy you could see the dark clouds that loomed above.

Izuku stopped to analyse the situation.

Katsuki noticed.

He supposed it was Izuku hesitating to cross the daunting tightrope, and thought it was the perfect opportunity to show how he's better than Izuku.

"What? You scared?" Antagonised Katsuki, while he walked closer to the decaying tree's trunk.

Izuku noticed that not only was the uneven log covered in slippery and slimy moss, which was craftily hidden by the gripping darkness that seemed to hug everything, but there were concerningly jagged rocks in the murky river. The cruel rocks were at the bottom of a threateningly high fall from the unsettling tree.

"No…" His eyes were drawn to the knife-like rocks.

"...I'm not scared…" He had confidence his quirk would save him if he fell.

"…but it's really dangerous. I'm gonna fly over." He was confident, not stupid.

KATSUKI'S POV

"Ha! Can't even go over a little log!" Katsuki boomed triumphantly.

Izuku likely couldn't hear Katsuki over the beating of his wings.

"Fine! I'll do it then!" Continued Katsuki.

He started to climb the dark rot trunk and noticed writhing maggots greedily devouring the long-deceased carcase of a once thriving woodpecker. The sight made him gag, wince and turn away as he continued to climb, although slightly disturbed.

As he reached the top of the disgusting trunk he realised the fall into the muddy watered river was at least 10 feet.

The drop was worrying.

It scared him, but like hell he would tell anyone that.

He didn't care anyway.

If it was to show that he was better than that nerd Izuku, he would do it a hundred times over.

While at the top of the terrible trunk, he also realised the whole area was cast in a dismal darkness, by the cheerless trees and gloomy clouds that hung above, which blocked out the sun. He pulled his attention back to the enshrouded log and began to move.

He was making his way across when the realisation struck him. For once, he was actually beating Izuku in something other than height. He was beating Izuku in a battle of courage. A grin appeared on his face.

He was proud of himself.

He acknowledged Izuku was saying something, but decided to ignore it, he didn't want to hear it, he had the chance to beat Izuku and he was going to take it...

...no matter what.

Katsuki looked around as he slowly walked. The surrounding trees were all covered by silent shadows, which were created by the taller trees. The trees all intimidatingly towered over him, and all seemed to look down on him. He hated being looked down on. The further he looked into the forest the darker it got. He could see far into the forest and it was like an abyss, because it felt like it looked back. It was unsettling.

He was halfway along the gloomily lit log that, now that he was closer, was covered in a verdant moss. It looked slimy and unsafely wet. It dawned on him how perilous this venture was.

Too bad he didn't realise sooner.

...he slipped.

IZUKU'S POV

Izuku's large wings were flapping with controlled beats as he started to take off.

He noticed Katsuki climb on the frightening log and start to slowly walk across.

"Kacchan, you shouldn't do that, it's not safe" He yelled to his friend, but he got no response.

Izuku got higher in the air and noticed a grin appear on Katsuki's face.

'Must be happy with himself' He figured in his head.

Izuku observed that Katsuki was getting closer above the shallower and spikier part of the grim river.

"Hey! Kacchan come back!" Shouted Izuku, as he was genuinely worried, but he got no response.

"Kacchan! You can ride on my back and I'll fly you over!" Shouted Izuku trying to persuade the boy, because he was frightened, but got no response.

He observed that his friend was above the deadliest part of the stabbing river, he also noticed Katsuki was halfway across the precarious log and halfway was were the moss looked the slipperiest.

A deathly chill ran up his spine.

"Kacchan come on! Please come bac-" He desperately cried, but cut himself off, when he watched in horror as...

...Katsuki slipped.

It was a dark day today, the sun was hidden behind grey clouds that shed a gloomily dim light over the whole landscape, and Izuku was scared…

"KACCHAN!" The now wide eyed Izuku screamed.

KATSUKI'S POV

"KACCHAN!" Katsuki heard shouted, as he started his descent to hell.

He looked down and noticed the life threatening and keen edged rocks.

The rocks pierced the low water, like he imagined they would soon pierce him.

'I'm going to die' Flashed in Katsuki's mind as he felt tears well in his eyes.

'I don't want to' He thought as he clenched them shut

IZUKU'S POV

Izuku had confidence, in his wings, in his intellect…

...but he was too far away with too little time.

'I'm not gonna make it' He realised; his heart clenched.

Begging to every god he knew, 'Please let me save Kacchan"' He pleaded.

He saw Katsuki's eyes, they were terrified...

...and so was he.

He could feel tears well in his eyes.

KATSUKI'S POV

Katsuki knew his explosions weren't strong enough to break rock…

.

There was a BOOM…

.

Something hit him…

.

It hurt…

.

.

.

.

.

Then the wind from his lungs was gone.

Later a pained scream, let out by a crying child, would be heard throughout the forest.

IZUKU'S POV

Izuku could always use his brilliant brain to think his way through any situation he came across.

Izuku could always use his wonderful wings to force his way through any situation he came across.

Right?

He became too reliant on them, he got lazy, he tried, but he didn't try hard enough.

- Boku no Hero Academia OST - Anguish of the Quirkless (Extended) -

He wanted...

...to be like all might...

...to help...

...to protect...

...to...

...save.

But he couldn't do what he wanted.

He was useless.

He was desperate.

He didn't have the power.

"No"

He does have confidence in his wing.

He does have confidence in his intelligence.

He had confidence...

...it was confidence in a power that he had never actually used...

...it was confidence in a power that was inside of him since birth, always there, always untouched, always empowering him...

...he had never reached out to it, he had never needed it.

Until now.

"save him"

Izuku's felt his wings burn, but they weren't just hot, they were boiling, and within what could have only been a single instant he felt his wings rapidly grow to triple their size

Izuku moved

His wings let out an almighty BOOM as they flapped a single time. It was more than enough, as he flew with blurred speed.

He collided strongly and painfully with katsuki. It hurt.

The collision winded Izuku. He imagines it winded Katsuki too.

KATSUKI'S POV

He and something hit the side of the river bank forcefully. There was a sickening pop. Then a gut retching scream.

But he was fine.

He gasped for the breath that was knocked out of him,

IZUKU'S POV

The collision sent both Katsuki and him hurtling towards the river bank. Izuku turned mid-air as to prevent katsuki from being badly hurt, but this caused Izuku to take the brunt of the damage. Izuku's shoulder hit first, then followed by the rest of his body. The first heavy impact on his shoulder had caused it to make an audible pop as it got dislocated.

Everything hit Izuku, all at once, as if his world had finally started moving again.

He felt pain. On a degree he had never faced before. The searing pain of his now shrinking wings. The sharp pain of his dislocated shoulder.

It all hit him. He screamed.

It was an extremely pained scream. He was crying. He screamed so loud it echoed throughout the dark forest.

Something hit him though and it wasn't physical pain. It was a worry. It was a thought.

'Kacchan' He thought, and it was a thought as fast as a bullet, because now there was a new thought within his mind.

"Are… you o-okay?" Izuku hoarsely asked through teary eyes. He stared at Katsuki for any sign of pain.

He somehow ignored the excruciating pain he had felt only a second ago. No. It's not that he ignored it. It's that the pain had stopped, as if it was never there?

KATSUKI'S POV

"Are… you o-okay?" A broken sounded voice asked him

His eyes opened and what he saw were glassy emerald eyes stare back at him in… pain?

But he noticed something mixed in...

...it was…

...concern.

Katsuki's mind shot into high gear as he realised what happened. Izuku had saved him. Izuku had saved him and then looked at him… as if he were an injured animal, as if he needed help, as if he was…

...weak.

He lost to Izuku…

...again.

His blood boiled with genuine FUCKING hate

"GET OFF" The crying Katsuki screamed in a mixture of rage and sadness. He punched Izuku in the jaw. This caused Izuku to fall and land to the side. He stood up. Crying eyes looked up at him in disbelief

IZUKU'S POV

Izuku looked into Katsuki's now open eyes, and what he saw, was not what he expected. He saw the crying eyes of his boisterous, childhood friend Kacchan. But that wasn't the only thing that caught him off guard. It was the pure and unadulterated hate that also filled the tear stuffed eyes, hate that a four-year-old shouldn't possess. The eyes were accompanied by furrowed brows, a contorted face, a scream of "GET OFF" and then by a fist to his jaw. He landed to the side, felting hot tears streaming down his face and a throbbing pain from where the fist landed. Izuku looked up towards Katsuki, while holding his jaw.

He didn't want to believe that those eyes of…

...malice...

...were directed at him...

...by his only true friend...

...that he now suspected he had lost.

Worst of all, he didn't know why?

Katsuki got up, dusted himself off with a heated frown on his face, turned to Izuku and gave him a glare that made Izuku want to shrink into nothingness. Izuku noticed that Katsuki looked like he was going to say something, but instead of saying what he was going to say, he quickly turned and ran. As Katsuki ran, something ran alongside him, it was a couple fiercely thought words in his head...

"He's NOT better than me!"

Izuku shortly made his own way home, baffled and crying.

A pain followed him.

It wasn't physical, the severe physical pain had rapidly healed. He assumed the healing was a new aspect of his quirk, along with his wings being able to grow. This new pain however, hurt on the inside and it wasn't going away.

The pain was the bad feeling he had felt several times before. When he'd remember his dad was dead, when he remembered that people only liked his quirk and not him, when he thought about how he lost his childhood, and only true friend, Kacchan. He felt...

lonely.

I understand this story is terrible, but i ask you to continue reading, as the way i tell the story and the quality of how i tell it both change for the better, so i implore you to continue, especially since this is only the beginning. I hope you enjoy...