The Super Chef
Midoriya Inko has never been so happy since her daughter has a very useful Quirk. She was a rare mutate as her powers weren't from her family at all.
Her Quirk was Super Chef and can defy many stunts as long as it was in the name of cooking.
Inko can buy small, single packs of expensive vegetables, fruit, seafood and meat and somehow Izuku can make it a feast for full stomachs, and she was also driven with the need to eat healthy and would look at processed foods like something disgusting and revolting. She would never touch chicken nuggets, hot dogs...anything processed and even delis. She wouldn't even touch non-organic condiments, finding it disgusting. As for noodles, she makes it herself by hand, making her the defacto chef and nutritionist of the house. Combine that with her other abilities?
They eat healthy and luxuriously every day that as a result, on every four-year check-ups, doctors were astonished at how healthy they were, compared to other people who have had lab tests. Inko was also very slim, firm and trim with no signs that she was in fact, a mother. She didn't even look like one even though she has a daughter.
As for Izuku herself, she had the beauty her parents didn't have though she resembled them as a result of eating specifically in her younger years.
And both mother and daughter have beautiful skin and hair.
At school, people tend to ask if Izuku was rich, as her bento was always luxurious.
'Nope, we're not. We just get gifts from indulging relatives.' Izuku would lie.
As far as they know, her Quirk of 'Super Chef' just gives her instant knowledge of ingredients, cooking techniques, usage of cooking tools, equipment and apparatus, as well as use them, and how to whip up gourmet-class meals from them she can even make cheap food taste delicious. She also has a strong body to prepare ingredients as if she were using hot knives on butter blocks in high speeds. Flawless preparation, flawless cooking.
What they don't know is that she can also conjure said tools out of nowhere. She can act anywhere as long as there's an outlet for her electric tools...but if none, such as a forest, manual cooking it is. But for ingredients, she still has to buy them.
But it was way more than that. Way. More. And for her safety she kept that secret even from her own mom and the doctors.
The only secret her mom keeps for her was the things she cuts, gets restored that she can get infinite food. Hence groceries are cheap. Always. And she could heal physical injuries by conjuring a special knife and 'make cuts' to make the flesh regenerate. However, she can't heal illnesses but can boost the immune system no drug in the market can.
Due to this, she dreams to be a Hero if only to protect herself legally thus trained hard on what will help her and her Quirk in combat skills.
And thus, at fourteen years old...
She was forced to face a crowd.
'Hey, what's the hold-up? It wasn't like this an hour ago!' she grumbled as she can't get past to go home.
'There's a hostage situation but the available heroes have no ability to go near.' said a bystander. 'The hostage is frantically using explosions in a big to get away but couldn't so he ended up hampering his own rescue Arbor Woods, Mt. Lady and Death Arms can't go near so they called for backup while Backdraft is keeping people away!'
'Explosions...'
Upon taking a closer look, it was her neighbor Bakugo Katsuki.
She used to be friends with him but due to things becoming too easy, plus teachers overpraised him, his ego inflated and became an arrogant jerk she distanced herself from him since.
"Idiot probably thought he can look cool only to backfire on him. Moron." she shook her head.
From her groceries, she took out two tubes of Karashi and used her Quirk on it and made her way to the front.
'Psst. Backdraft.'
'What is it young lady, it's not safe here!' said the Hero.
'These tubes are loaded with my Quirk but I can't go near because of vigilantism, so give these to anyone with good shooting skills and squirt the tubes hard at the exposed eyeballs. That way no Vigilantism on my part but still case solved, right?'
'Well, that's one way to skirt the law...' Backdraft scratched his head, taking two tubes of...Karashi from Izuku. 'Oi Arbor Woods! A minute!'
'What is it?'
'A civilian loaded these with her Quirk. Target the eyeballs of that sludge!' Backdraft gave Arbor Woods the tubes.
Arbor Woods quickly caught on upon seeing the label 'Karashi Sauce' and removed the caps of the tube and squirted hard but none of them expected what would come out is a flash flood of sauce coming out with the force of firefighting hoses!
'What the hell?!'
'Those tubes are WAY too loaded!' many eyes popped in disbelief.
'Karashi Sauce is spicy as hell and yeah, that would hurt his eyes.' Mt. Lady mused as in that pile of flailing sauce, the hostage was able to get away, also covered in sauce.
'What the fuck? Who flooded the streets with hot sauce?!'
"Well, job done." and Izuku took the long route home and had to buy karashi again.
'UWAAAAAAHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES! AAAAARRRRGGHHHH!' the Sludge Villain howled in pain and now, the Heroes had to figure out how to catch him as he was thrashing and wailing in pain.
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'Honey, what did you do?' Inko twitched as Izuku came home with groceries.
'Huh? What're you talking about mom?' Izuku questioned innocently. 'I took the long route home because of an incident by 8th street.'
'Not after giving the Heroes hot sauce~at least the hostage is free...' said Inko. 'Though you never interfered before.' she said. 'Backdraft said he got two Karashi tubes from you to use on the Sludge Villain's eyeballs but you vanished before statements can be taken.'
'Well, the hostage is Aunt Mitsuki's kid.'
Inko paused at that.
'Ah, Katsuki-kun? Come to think of it you never played with him ever since he got his Quirk. You two used to be so close.'
'Not since he got haughty, arrogant, holier-than-thou with an ego to match, inflated by our teachers in Kindergarten.' said Izuku. 'He even calls people with Quirks he deems useless for Heroics 'extras' and 'cannon fodder'!' she scowled with an armfold. 'He now looks down on everyone and anyone who tries to stand up, offended to the treatment gets an explosion! Is that Hero material to you? I had no way of fighting back as a kid so I stayed away instead.' she grunted. She went as far as investigating what school will he attend and she would choose a different one so they were never classmates after Kindergarten.
'The Kindergarten Teachers, as well as Elementary and Junior High - I'd know because I asked around - further fed his ego instead of correcting his behavior just so they can brag that if he made it big if ever, that he came from their school as a Media Backstory so they indulged his terrible behavior and looked the other way when he 'puts extras where they belong, under his foot', his words, when he gets cocky! Kids in school know adults are useless, can't even count on them to do the right thing!'
'Oh...'
'That so-called friend you said I have, became a monster at the age of four.' Izuku shook her head. 'I want nothing to do with him.'
'Izuku...' Inko deflated, sad with her daughter's words.
Her daughter took to martial arts training in usage of knives, kenjutsu, hand-to-hand, acrobatics, shurikenjutsu and acupuncture. But while she takes great pride in her abilities, she'd rather enjoy it and lived a happy life.
She would have to talk to Mitsuki about her boy at some point...ironic that parents are great friends, kids weren't.
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Next day...in Kisaragi Girls' Academy, an Elevator School she went to...
The Mystery of Karashi Girl was talked about in school, causing Izuku to sweatdrop.
The girl who gave Backdraft two Karashi tubes powered up with her Quirk, enough to weaponize against the Sludge Villain and enough to make a mess on the streets.
And she played dumb wisely.
She was safer in an all-girls' school. She was here for about, almost nine years of her life now, clad in its red, pink and white uniform. A school that raises young ladies who are skilled at home, independence, and in defending themselves. Because in a world of Quirks where Villains lurk, girls are often targeted as victims thus they are taught martial arts. There are thankfully, many disciplines. Body is trained for six years, then the elective subjects and school clubs are martial arts.
She took on Kenjutsu and Tantojutsu, and after school were hand-to-hand and acupuncture. School Vacations were dedicated to Acrobatics.
All women of this school, is capable.
And due to her Quirk, she was given a Project to revolutionize their Cooking Lessons. Hence everyone here are now high-class cooks as well and she was credited for it justly on Grade School Graduation.
And now...upon Application Exams for High School, she applied for UA to try her shot at being a Hero and had to handle paperwork that allows her usage of weapons she can produce with her Quirk. She uses knives as weapons as well as skewers which she uses for acupuncture.
A week later, she got a visitation.
'Eek! To what do we owe this visit?!' Inko freaked out as a hero visited their apartment was a rather scary-looking one. Ectoplasm.
'Good day madam, I am Ectoplasm.' he greeted. 'I am here to confirm your daughter's Quirk as she filed for a petition to bring weapons to the Entrance Exams. Standard Procedure if you will.' he said.
'Oh, I didn't know we'd get visitations...wait, weapons?!' Inko squeaked, pale-faced. 'Izuku! Since when?!' she cried hysterically.
Izuku winced at that.
'Uhm mom, there are many things I kept secret or I'm in danger as files can be hacked any day and there are quirks to read minds. Villains lead double lives you know. Your co-worker might be one or some random stranger in the street. If they know that I'm not just any cook, you and I will be in danger. It was risky enough telling you I can heal physical injury with Cooking and so far nobody's used you against me yet to force me to work for villains.' Inko and Ectoplasm fell silent at that.
'I can even conjure cooking tools I can weaponize for the exams.' she said, conjuring a Maguro Bocho. 'All knives and tools in the kitchen are classified as weapon in my hands so I sent a petition. And in the hands of a villain, someone who can conjure a whole knife set...I can easily arm a small group of killers. Even a small petty knife is enough for one.'
'Can I see?' Ectoplasm asked Izuku. 'But about your Quirk Registry...you understandably lied about that. I can agree that with you being a whole kitchen by yourself, there are many creative ways to use kitchen tools and equipment.' he agreed. 'But aren't you being too paranoid?'
'Justified.' was Izuku's flat retort as she conjured a knife set, and all tools, equipment only a fortune can buy...but of course, to make room, she had to make some disappear. 'I can be all types of chef. This is why my Quirk is Super Chef in name. And due to existence of cannibals, my Quirk even registered human as an ingredient...' she said, looking queasy and mortified at the idea. Her mother's eyes popped and Ectoplasm's jaws dropped.
'Well, one final question...do you have Quirk Drawbacks? Someone like you albeit not limited to Kitchenware has limits of production held back by her body fat. She is in more danger than you actually but still wishes to be a Hero and she is among the Recommendation Students.'
'Drawbacks...well, there's two...'
'Two?'
'Yup. Two.' said Izuku. 'The tools I make are in some space when I don't need it...even if they're damaged, they're repaired over time but until it's fully fixed, I can't summon it. Some take hours, some take days...and my burners, ranges, ovens, griddles, and cooking appliances takes two weeks.' Izuku explained. 'And using my torches and some ingredients as a weapon costs me stamina. So I trained since childhood to have enough fuel to burn.'
'Ingredients...ah...you're Karashi Girl.'
'Please don't call me that!'
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UA...
'So the identity of Karashi Girl is solved.'
The Principal mused as Ectoplasm reported back.
'Yes. She was afraid that she lied about her Quirk in the Quirk Registry...but she was paranoid...ah, I forgot to ask...'
'What?'
'She said she could heal with her Quirk...but how? She's a Chef...'