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Midoriya Izumi was four years old when Bakugou Katsuki got his quirk. She gazed in awe at the sparks the boy let off, skin uncomfortably warm from the heat radiating off of him. She giddily jumped up and down, hoping for her own quirk to come soon.
Unfortunately, she didn't realize it would take some years for that day to come.
(Her green curls bounced as she yelped out that "Kacchan got his quirk!", her mother gave her a weary smile; silently hoping that Katsuki-Kun wouldn't press his hands on her daughters freckled skin and hurt it.)
Midoriya Izumi was five when Bakugou Katsuki pushed his hands in between her shoulder blades, shoving her to the ground and letting insults roll off his tongue; sparks popping off of his hands, sweat shining on his forehead. It smelled sweet, like burnt sugar.
(She could smell burnt sugar when she got headaches and migraines, her stomach churning as she remembered the old memory. It didn't help that she cried in her mother's arms that night.)
Midoriya Izumi was seven years old when she was first taken into quirk counseling. Her head becoming dizzy as she thought of the insults that rolled off of her classmates tongues. She found it funny that they thought she was quirkless. After all, she probably could have a quirk; it's just that she hadn't figured it out herself yet.
She was right though, when the x-rays came her mother let out a relieved sigh. She pressed her daughter to her chest and whispered silent thanks beneath her breath.
(Bakugou scoffed when Izumi told him that she did in fact have a quirk; he told her to fuck off and stomped away, scowling and activating his quirk.)
Midoriya Izumi was eight years old when she first managed to activate her quirk, hands glowing green as she pressed them onto a nasty gash on Bakugo's knee that was bleeding heavily. Her eyes shined, pride swirling in them; but then they began glossing over. Huffing out heavy pants, she fell onto Bakugo's lap, whimpering a soft "kaachan," and curling her fingers into a fist, letting her lashes flutter close.
He hissed out curses and hauled her onto his back, giving her a piggyback all the way to her mother's house, stomping in and shrieking about Izumi.
(Her mother let out sobs, calling the doctor and having him come over. He reassured Inko that Izumi had just overused her quirk, and that she needed rest and some time to figure out her quirk. Inko's heart nearly stopped.)
They named her quirk Healing Glow, but with her quirk came doctors from all over Japan, watching in amazement as she managed to heal small cuts and bruises. Inko's blood ran cold as they begged her to let her daughter come with them, angry and scared, she kicked them out and hugged her daughter tightly.
"Izumi, promise me to never reveal your quirk to anyone; and stick close to Katsuki-Kun, understand?"
Inko caressed her daughters cheek, who nodded and looked down; could she still be a hero with such a silly quirk..?
(Izumi leaned on her bedroom window, chin on her hand as she looked up at the stars, how pretty they twinkled; winking at her and whispering that she'd be fine; if only she could really hear what they said..)
Middle school could suck Izumi's ass.
Doctors? They could suck her ass too.
Not literally though, that's a bit gross.
Izumi stumbled through the hallways, slipping into her class and letting out a heavy sigh. How she managed to make her way to class without Bakugo exploding the next person who called her a quirkless bitch? She'd never know.
Speak of the devil and he shall come; Bakugo stomped in, taking his seat and throwing his feet up onto his desk. He was muttering curses beneath his breath, eye twitching and the sound of popping making Izumi's fingers curl into fists. Her stomach lurched in fear, she tried her best to ignore it.
"Kaachan.. you didn't hurt anyone did you? Auntie Mitsuki told me to tell her if you used your quirk again.."
Izumi shrunk back little as Bakugo turned to look back at her, glaring and sneering and making louder explosions.
"I don't care what that fucking bitch says, she can't do anything to me!"
Izumi nodded, swallowing down her anxiety and fear and ignoring the sting in her eyes of tears begging to fall. Her fellow classmates and teacher streamed into the classroom, and she shifted into a better position to write down notes and space off comfortably.
"Ah.. didn't you say you wanted to be a hero too, Midoriya?" Izumi drifted back to planet Earth, blood running cold as she replayed her sensei's words in her head. Her classmates sneered, turning at her and snickering, "Midoriya?! A hero?! I don't think she'll be able to make it as a quirkless hero!"
Everyone chuckled some more, and she whimpered and hid her head in her arms. If she tried to talk back who knows what they'd do to her after school. Her ears rang as Bakugo set off his quirk, Sensei was shouting at them to quiet down.
Sensei chided his students, and went back to the following lesson, ignoring the snickers that still followed along.
Maybe he should retire soon..
"Who does she think she is? Thinking about being a hero? Maybe she should jump off the roof.. I'd be too embarrassed to continue living without a quirk."
Izumi shoved her notebooks into her yellow backpack, kicking at the floor and staring down at her white slippers. She eventually shuffled out of class; Bakugo had left her behind, saying something about "not hanging out with a huge loser like you" . At that point she didn't really care; she was too tired to do anything about it.
"Jump off the roof? Don't they know they can get in trouble saying that.. but it's not like I'm going to do anything about it.."
She huffed, making her way to the first floor and opening her little locker; taking out her red sneakers and taking the slippers off. Izumi put the slippers back into the locker and closed it before putting on her red shoes; glancing around for Bakugo and sighing.
"Ahh.. Kaachan, where'd you go again..?" Izumi shuffled out of school, making her way home. She bit her lip a little and rubbed the back of her neck, "Auntie won't be happy if she sees me without him.."
Izumi sighed heavily and took out her Hero Analysis Notebook, kind of happy that Bakugo wasn't there. It finally meant that she could write in her book without fearing he would blow it up again or bully her about it.
"Hm.. I wonder if Recovery Girl also had a hard time with a healing quirk..? I'll have to do some research when I get home.."
She scribbled in the notebook, muttering to herself and walking into an alleyway, passing a manhole cover and stopping again when she heard sloshing behind her. Chills running up and down her spine, with a fearful look and a loud swallow she turned.
"What..?"
Izumi's voice caught in her throat, and she exhaled in quickly when she saw the villain looming over her, slime dripping and sloshing around heavily. This couldn't be happening. Why her? What did she do to deserve this?
A gross and grimy voice left the villain. Izumi tried to stop the sob that left her. Grief beginning to root itself into her heart.
"Haah.. you'll make a nice disguise for me.."
All Might choked out blood at the scream that rang in his ears right above him before bursting out of the sewage system just below the slime villain he was pursuing. Eyes widening as he noticed the girl who turned to scramble away, only to get swept up into his very noticeable problem.
"shit..!"