Chapter 1: The road to Izuku Dorado

BOOM

A shockwave flowed through the classroom, startling everyone. They turned their heads to the source of the noise, the brash, blonde boy sitting with his feet up on the desk. Izuku had barely heard the boom before letting out a squeal that rivalled the explosion in decibels.

"KACHAAN! You got your Quirk! It's so cool you make explosions! That's gonna make you such a cool hero! Your gon...!"

Bakugou looked back at izuku with a glint of pride in his eye, cutting him off. "Of course I did, you damn Deku, who else but me would get such a cool and powerful Quirk!" His face broke out into a smirk as he looked around at the rest of the preschoolers, staring at him in amazement.

Izuku was just staring at him, smile fading slightly. He hated the nickname the Kachaan had given him, and he hated that everyone else called him that as well. But he let them, knowing he couldn't stop them even if he tried. After all…

"You should probably just give up."

Izukus whole world fell from around him, and he felt himself reeling in.. shock? Sadness? He couldn't tell, the only thing left was the doctor's statement. He was 5 years old, and the doctors were fairly certain that Izuku wouldn't get a Quirk at all. 'He didn't have the extra joint in his foot' he thought to himself 'so why can"t I have a Quirk?'

'It's not fair'

He had been enamoured with Quirks for as long as he had been able to comprehend what they were, which was, admittedly not a very long time. He already had a notebook he had been working on, and now the stupid doctor is going to deny him his own?

'It's not fair'

He felt like screaming, or crying, or curling up into a ball and doing both, but he was stuck to his chair, Inkos hand on his back, propping him up, glancing at him every now and then as the doctor talked about statistics? Precedents? 'Who cared about those?'

'It's not fair'

By the time they had gotten home, Izuku was in full-blown sobbing mode, the noise alerting some of their neighbours, including Mitsuki. She came out of her apartment, looking around frantically. "Izuku sweety! What's wrong, what's the matter sweety?" she put her hand on his shoulder as she talked to him, trying to get him to look at her

"Its not fair"

Mitsuki took a step back at the sound of his voice, her gut twisting. The sound of Izukus broken voice, his sobbing has now brought out both of the Bakugou parents, which started as just a hand on his shoulder and devolved into a giant group hug.

"He probably won't get a Quirk". Mitsuki's head snapped up at this, looking at Inko. It was late at night now, and Izuku had gone to bed a while ago, and the sobbing had ended, so they knew he was asleep.

Mitsuki's heart nearly broke then and there. She knew how much Izuku loved Quirks, from his mum's admittedly weak Quirk to All Mights near god-status, she knew that he had theorised on what his Quirk would be, but now, life had dealt him a shitty hand, one that the little cinnamon roll didn't deserve.

The Bakugoes went back to their own apartment later, and Mitsuki couldn't help but cry for Izuku and hope that the world would treat him right, that the world would fix this mistake, and give the most heroic 5yr old she knew a Quirk so he could be a hero.

As she laid down in bed, sleep crawling at the edges of her brain, she let out a sigh, pulling the covers up over her. She stared at the roof, willing herself to stop crying, she needed to sleep, but only one thought stayed with her.

'It's not fair'.

He was about 6 when he first noticed things happening. It started with people having trouble with their Quirks, for the emitters and transformation Quirked, their Quirk was harder to activate, and for the mutation Quirks, muscle pains were a common occurrence. It all climaxed on a day after school had finished. He was the target of another one of Kachaans' bouts of anger, his powerful Quirk knocking izuku to the ground.

Or at least, that's what Izuku expected. Kachaans' palm smacked into his chest, and there was silence, no shockwave, no explosion. Looking up at Kachaan through his tears, he could see that Kachaan was as confused as he was. His two friends in the back were also confused, wings and fingers retracting quickly, the flying one smacking the ground.

"Bakugou! I can"t use my Quirk!" yelled the [usually] winged boy. "Why can"t I use my Quirk!?"

Bakugou looked at Izuku with a harsh expression, before recoiling slightly at the sight of him. He was sitting on the ground crying, that had stayed the same, but he had changed. In the split second he had looked away from him, Izuku's hair had turned a golden blonde, and was staring at him with golden eyes.

"Huh, pathetic little Deku got himself a Quirk, eh? He sneered, staring at the boy. Doesn't matter at all Deku, your still a useless runt". He turned his back and walked away, motioning for his lackeys to follow.

A small gasp was heard as they exited the gate of the park and one of the boy's wings sprouted back, lifting him into the air, before stabilising himself.

No one would ever know about it, but after seeing the display of his Quirk, Bakugou was almost proud of the Deku. 'I feel like I've seen a Quirk like that before…'

Izuku got up and ran home as fast as he can, chest hurting from the slap, face bright with a smile as he realised; "I HAVE A QUIRK" he yelled, continuing to sprint towards his house.

He ran inside, taking off his shoes and throwing his bag down onto the couch. "Mum! Mum! I got my Quirk!". He yelled, running towards the kitchen, where he could hear his mum making something.

Now, Inko had plans for a lot of things. She had plans laying out the war-path she would go on when she finally got Izuku to tell her who was bullying him. She had plans for the days where his boundless joy finally crashed, leaving him sobbing, crying about how 'it wasn't fair'.

What she didn't have plans for, was for her son to come running into the house yelling about Quirks, only for her to see his hair a dark blonde, his smile lighting up the room. She yelped at the sight, Izuku looking at her confused and a little hurt.

"I-Izuku?" she asked warily, she had heard of people with shape-shifting Quirks, and after her encounter with a… concerning young woman, she was very wary of them. "What did I say to you before you left for school this morning?"

Izuku looked back at her, confusion now the only thing on his face, "you told me to be good to my teachers, a-and... " with a much smaller voice, a blush forming on his cheeks "that you loved me".

She let go of the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding and looked at him with a stern expression. "Izuku Midoriya, you will explain why you dyed your hair or so hel-"

The sentence died down in her throat as Izuku looked at her with such a bewildered face that she realised 'he was saying something about a Quirk, maybe I should hear him out'.

'Dyed my hair?! I didn't dye my hair?'

Izuku ran away from his mother, towards the bathroom, and yelped at his reflection. For the last six years, he had been greeted by his broccoli-like hair and his emerald eyes, and he had gotten used to it. Staring back at him now though, was a stranger.

With Blonde hair slightly darker than Kachaan's, and yellow eyes, he wondered if he had been hit with a colour-swap Quirk. Inko reached the door just after his yelp, realising that he had no clue what she was talking about.

He looked up at her, worried. "Mum, what happened to my face?". Inko was starting to worry too. She ran to her room and grabbed her purse, yelling back at the bathroom. "Izuku sweety, I need you to get ready to go to the doctors, OK?"

While he was confused and a little scared, Izuku followed his mother's request and put his shoes back on, his worry ebbing away as he put on his favourite shoes, the one gift he had ever gotten from his Best friend, before things became, different.

He ran into his room, walls cupboards and desk absolutely covered with all might merchandise, with the occasional cameo from the rest of the top 10, as well as some of Izuku's personal favourites. His prized piece, a lego set of All might vs Vacuum, a man whose Quirk allowed him to control the oxygen around him, with clear blocks making it look like all might be jumping down towards Vacuum, fist ready to strike. He had actions figures of most of the Top #10, excluding Wash and Endeavour, 2 heroes that he either didn't really like or just downright scared him.

He grabbed his jacket, a silver age All Might hoodie, and walked back to the front door, seeing his mum waiting for him. Inko looked over him again and quickly ushered him towards the car. They drove in silence, each of them worrying for different reasons. Inko was worried what other changes could have happened alongside this aesthetic one, while Izuku worried about how this was causing his mum anguish.

They arrived at the clinic, and after filling out a few forms, were ushered into the doctor's office. She looked up as the Midoriya's walked in. "Good afternoon Ms Midoriya, my name is Dr Ninako, a pleasure to meet you". She threw a smile at them, calming Izuku down, who had been visibly shaking, although it wasn't from fear, but excitement.

"Now Izuku, your mother here tells me that your a possible late bloomer for a Quirk! That's fantastic!" she held the smile up as she talked. "Now Izuku, my Quirk is called Analysis, where I can know someone's Quirk by touching their forehead, do you mind if I use it on you?"

Inko looked down at her son and gasped, she hadn't even brought his notebook with her in her purse, and suddenly he just had it. He was already writing down notes in his messy, 6yr old scrawl, but Inko could see at the top of the page the word "Analysis".

"Well doctor, looks like you sparked his interest" Inko sighed, she knew he would be in this state for at least the next few minutes, so he gave Dr Ninako permission to use her Quirk. She pressed her palm onto Izuku's forehead and closed her eyes.

She let out an odd "hmmm" and adjusted her hand, a confused look now popping onto her face. "Mrs Midoriya, I can"t sense a Quirk in your boy at all, are you sure he did something out of the ordinary?" she looked over to Inko, noticing that Izuku wasn't even listening anymore, he was muttering up a storm, and scribbling notes down into his book.

"Are you a sure doctor? He had green hair and eyes just this morning, this has to be a Quirk, here I'll show you a picture of him". She put her hand out towards her phone, attempting to pull it towards her with her Quirk, but it didn't budge. She tried again, harder, and her phone seemed to wobble but didn't move. "Sorry" she mumbled, reaching down and grabbing her phone. The doctor's eyes lit up at the sight, a new theory rising in her head.

"Mrs Midoriya, do you mind if I use my Quirk on you?" she said, flashing her comforting smile again. Inko looked at her confused. "But I know what my Quirk is, I have weak telekinesis?" Dr Ninako smiled "Just, please Mrs Midoriya I have a theory."

Inko looked over and agreed. Ninako placed her hand onto Inko forehead and focused, and got nothing. "My Quirk is saying your Quirkless as well…, NOW, experiment time!" she sang, seemingly happy for the challenge. "Izuku, could you please step outside, id like to talk to your mother".

Izuku was pulled out of his mutter-fest, looking up at Ninako and blushed, scurrying outside of the room. Ninako kept her hand on Inko head throughout this, and when he got about 6 feet away, she yelped as suddenly, there was her quirk.

She at Inko, and called Izuku back into the room. He stared at her on his way back in, with both a curious and scared look on his face. He sat down on the stool and Ninako waited until Inkos hand was on his back again before talking, who knows how the kid might react to this.

"Mrs Midoriya, I think I have an idea of what your son's Quirk is".