Toshinori remembered how happy his family was before he got diagnosed with a disability.

When he was two, he had a dinosaur birthday party with all seven of his Mother's friend's children. He distinctly remembered dressing in his T-rex costume -the one he got for halloween about six months ago- and he wore it proudly. He paraded around the dining room until his mother, kindhearted and sweet, directed him to his father's office to keep the kitchen clean.

Back then, his father would easily stop reading his student's essays and would start playing games, reading books and showing off the quirk he had. It wasn't a very powerful quirk, but it made playing pretend so much better. He could mimic the voices of anyone or anything he's already heard. When they played with Toshinori's little plastic dinosaur figures, he would roar and growl like a real dinosaur. He would pretend to be a park ranger or a helpless officer, devoured by the mighty dino-Toshi.

"Oh no! Watch out, ! Dino-toshi's going to eat you!" One voice cried.

"There's no saving me now, General. Leave me to the dinosaurs!" Another responded as Toshinori pretended to chomp off his father's left arm.

When the other children arrived, a few wore their own costumes as well. The party itself was a blur of playing and laughing, but the part Toshinori remembered best of it was how his mother smiled. She laughed along with the other parent about adult things, she sang him a special birthday song as she set the cake on the table and even after everyone had left, she hugged him and called him her special boy.

Back then, Toshinori could see how much his parents loved each other. When he was unwrapping the small pile of gifts, they sat together, Dad's arms wrapped around his Mom's waist. They took pictures of him and fed each other cake, which made Toshinori laugh. They seemed so perfect for each other.

When Toshinori grew out of his dinosaur phase, he started reading comic books. Mom bought him three issues out of the love of her heart and continued to ask him about his favorite heroes, listening to his every word. She smiled at his hero drawings and gave him little tips. She had gone to school for drawing and knew a thing or two about shading. Toshinori wouldn't have gotten so good at drawing if she hadn't helped him.

When he started fully investing himself into his study of fictional heroes, he started neglecting his social needs. The few friends he had slowly stopped visiting and eventually faded away into a life beyond his care. That's when his parents decided it was time to make him put the comics down. He remembered being upset at the time, screaming and crying, desperate to keep his comics.

"Please! Please!" He sobbed, kneeling on the floor and clutching at his shirt. He choked and hiccuped.

"I'm sorry, Toshi, but you can't just neglect everything else. We aren't throwing them away, just putting them in time out." His mother explained in a tired, yet apologetic voice.

He was about six then. With his comics and hero drawings tucked away in the attic, he decided to give more focus on his own quirk. Or, rather, trying to find whatever quirk he must've had. A few others in his class were beginning to show quirks and by the end of the year, he and three others were the only ones without them. He waited patiently for something to come up.

Only a few months later, Toshinori's parents took him to the doctor. He was nearly past the typical late bloomer stage and still hadn't found a quirk. Of course, there was always a possibility that it could be a well hidden quirk, but that's what visiting the doctor was for, wasn't it? Some people were immune to radioactivity, or could breathe in water. How was he supposed to figure that out unless they asked a professional?

The doctor took blood samples, urine samples and tested a strand of hair for his DNA. They were told to come back a week later for the answers. All of them were quiet on the ride back. Mother complained about then taking so much just to tell them to come back. Father tried to calm her by explaining that scientists were still trying to find the differences between those who had quirks and the quirkless. Toshinori stayed quiet the entire ride. Fear began gnawing at his insides. What if he was quirkless? What if he would never get a quirk?

Toshinori stayed up late that night, trying to come to terms with the possibility. If he was quirkless, his parents would still love him. It would be fine. He would be okay. He didn't need superpowers to help others. He'd already managed to help people as he was, so being quirkless couldn't be that bad, right?

"It's safe to assume that your son's quirkless. Although we're not entirely sure where the mutation comes from, it's clear that he won't devepe a quirk any time soon. Thank you for your time." The doctor spoke sadly, as if someone had died.

Toshinori remembered his mother going silent, looking three seconds from either bursting into flames or fainting.

His father cried the entire ride back. Mother had to drive, which made Toshinori feel unsafe. She didn't look like she was watching the road but they hadn't switved off the road yet, so maybe she was? Her hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly and she nearly ran three red lights. Toshinori wanted to run away from the fear.

He remembered hearing his parents yell later that night, when he was supposed to be asleep because there was school tomorrow. His mother screamed, saying things that he couldn't understand back then. His father argued back, although his sobs were echoing through the house. His quirk was out of control, his voice cracking into different voices.

"This is all your fault! If I hadn't married you, then this wouldn't have happened! I should've known better than to try having a child with someone with quirkless relatives!" She screamed.

"Honey, people! You're just upset. You don't mean this."

"What am I supposed to do with a quirkless re-"

It only got worse from there. Toshinori was too scared to keep listening. He whimpered quietly to himself, his hands pressed firmly to his ears. His head ached from the pressure, but he couldn't stop. He hoped it would be the only time this happened. The arguments followed him into his dreams.

Toshinori remembered having to turn in the doctor's note in front of the entire class the very next day. The teacher let out a long sigh and told him to sit down. She announced that he was quirkless to the class.

"Please treat him with extra care and don't expect him to play with you. It can be hard for a quirkless kid to keep up with normal children." She spoke about him like he was deaf.

They continued the lesson and pretended like he existed. Halfway through the day, someone pulled him from the class as the other students went outside to play. They walked him to another room and told him to sit and color. There were only three others in the classroom.

"This is Toshinori. He'll be joining our class while everyone else goes to recess. I know you're probably disappointed, but this is for your own safety. It's too dangerous for kids like you to play with normal children."

Toshinori remembered going home and crying. His mother had left to pick up groceries but his father held him, hugging him tighter than he had before. He let Toshinori eat ice cream from the carton and got his comics down from the attic. They watched TV together, a bowl of popcorn between the two of them. Toshinori couldn't bring himself to laugh at his favorite jokes.

"Am I stupid?"

"Toshi, what are you talking about?" His father fretted. "You're the smartest, most talented kid I've ever met! You draw heroes and-"

"Then why does everyone treat me like I don't understand them? Like I can't hear?"

Toshinori remembered watching his father go silent. He stopped watching the move, stopped smiling and looking down at his hands. His black hair hung in front of his face.

"I don't know, buddy."

Their special time was cut short when Mom came home. She walked with heavy footsteps, marching through the house like a big villain. She huffed and sighed, throwing her keys into the bowl next to the front door and stopped in the hall, watching them. Dad told him to get up and take his comics to his room. Toshinori hesitated, looking between the two of them, but obeyed. The second he shut his door, the yelling started again.

"Honey, please. He had a hard day at school and needed it. I can get you more ice cream, I promise. It's my fault, not his."

"I don't care how hard his day was! I'm the one that has to work for food! I have to spend money on that stupid little brat to live here! I should get to say what he eats!"

"I work too, Amanda! I teach over 200 students every. Single. Day! I do just as much as you do!"

"When will you learn?! This thing is sapping out money just by existing! In fact-"

Toshinori remembered how his mother cursed. She spoke the worst words he'd heard and they were all referring to him. Toshinori bit his pillow to keep from making a noise, even though it would likely get drowned out in the yelling. This was all his fault. His parents hated each other because of him. Mom cursed because of him. None of them were happy anymore, because of him.

…

The fighting kept getting worse and worse, until it happened nearly every day. Mom would come home and scream. Dad would cry and plead for her to stop. Toshinori remembered hearing his mother hit him for the first time. It rang through the house like a bell, echoing into nothing. Toshinori slowly crawled out of bed, dragging the blanket with him, and peeked through the crack under his door.

He couldn't see anything from the small slit, so he quietly opened his door, careful to make no sound. He watched them sit on the floor, his father's hand resting on his face. Mother knelt in front of him, sobbing and trying to touch him, but he flinched away. Mom apologized to him quietly but Dad didn't move. He slowly stood up and left, the front door slamming behind him.

When Mom started sobbing harder, Toshinori quietly stepped out of the room. He stood still, freezing in place. She dragged herself to the kitchen, pulling out a green bottle and sank down against the fridge. The lights were off in the kitchen, but Toshinori could still tell she was sobbing.

He made his way toward her, walking on the tips of his feet to keep his steps quiet. She looked up at him once he entered the kitchen. She sighed and took another long drink, a stream of the liquid trailing down her mouth.

"Mom?" he whispered. It still felt too loud.

She set the bottle down and sighed again. "You know…" She started, not caring to whisper like he did. She stared at the cabinets in front of her before turning her gaze to him. "This is your fault."

Toshinori's hands shook, but he kept them still by clutching at his nightshirt. "I know."

"Good." She replied, taking another drink. She continued speaking after emptying the bottle. "You know, we used to love each other. Kina was so cute. He visited America a long time ago but begged me to come back to Japan with him. We got married here." She whispered something in English before starting up again. "He gave me flowers every day. He wrote me letters, even though we lived together. When we found out we were having a kid...we cried from joy. Our perfect little family was finally coming true."

Toshinori's head ached, but he ignored it.

"Then we had you; a spoiled, disabled little brat. Now look at us." She threw the bottle onto the hard tile floor, making Toshinori jump. His heart raced as he stared at the spot where it hit. She didn't get up or even move. "You made me hurt him, Toshi. I wouldn't have done it…"

"What should I-"

"Shut up!"

Toshinori jumped again, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm leaving. I can't live with you here, so I'll leave. Kina loved you too much...I couldn't just get rid of you." She slowly got up from her spot on the floor and Toshinori backed away from the entrance of the kitchen. He didn't feel safe. She walked toward him slowly, grabbing his arm with her extinction quirk. Her fingernails dug into his skin, but didn't draw blood. "If you ever try to look for me, I'll kill your father." She hissed, then let go.

Her movements were sloppy, but she managed to gather a bag full of clothes and a few other things before heading toward the door. Toshinori felt tears fun down his face as she watched her leave. He would never see her again.

Dad came back three hours later, another green bottle in his hand. He wobbled into the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. Toshinori didn't bother to follow him in. He fell asleep past midnight, kept up by the pictures of her. Would Dad hate him now? Because he made Mom leave?

Toshinori wished that he could die in his sleep, if it'd make Mom come back. If it meant that Dad could be happy again. She was right. He did ruin their lives. This was all his fault.

Author's Notes: So, I've done a little with All Might's backstory, but I just wanted to make a series to fully represent how I see his birth family and his uprising. There will be quite a bit of angst, but I promise that it will have happy times too, just significantly less.