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When Izuku Midoriya was six years old he still hadn't shown any sign of a quirk. His mother, despite her son's defense against the childhood friend, knew that his lack of a quirk was causing problems with her son's friend Katsuki. Her son had never complained and when she asked about it, he denied any such thing; alas, she was his mother and she wasn't oblivious to the way the younger Bakuguo acted towards her son. So, when she heard that his late quirk manifestation was the reason behind losing his only friend she immediately signed up for a doctor evaluation.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Midoriya, it seems that your son is quirkless.", Inko Midoriya stared at the X-Ray in disbelief. She looked down at her only son as tears began to form around his bright eyes.
"Have their been any signs of weakening quirks on either you or your husband's families", Inko peered at the discarded All Might figurine before she slowly floated up to her hand to hand back to her now crying child.
"No, my quirk is actually stronger than my Mother's, and his father had an extremely strong quirk," she explained not bothering to correct the doctor on the word Husband, despite what she'd told people she had never been married.
"Well there is a chance, though extremely small, even with the extra pinky joint that he could manifest a quirk. If that does happen please call and we'll inspect it."
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Inko Midoriya slid down the door as she listened to the voice of All Might playing on the computer over and over. She stood up wiping her eyes and opening the door to see her son sitting there with tears threatening to fall.
"Can I be a hero too?", Izuku asked with despair apparent in his voice. In that moment Inko remember what Izuku's father had said to her all those years ago. He had told her that Izuku could be a hero, maybe even be the best. He told her as long as they stayed in Japan he would be safe from the monsters, from the pain that followed his children around.
She had read the Myths, exaggerated or not the stories had to have some truth in them. She never in a thousand years would want that sort of life for her son. When Izuku had asked her if he could be a Hero she wanted to say no, not because he couldn't because she wouldn't allow it. The words had been on the tip of her tongue when she'd looked back at him, crying while he clutched his favorite All Might action figure. She couldn't break his heart so she sat down and held him telling him over and over how sorry she was, sorry he couldn't be a hero, sorry he didn't have a quirk, sorry for not being able to help. In the end he pushed past it all and exclaimed loudly for no one to hear that he would be the best hero anyone would've ever seen, and deep in Inko's heart she truly believed him.
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Izuku was seven when his quirk finally manifested, he'd been out on the playground 'playing' with Kacchan when his bully had gotten angry at him for trying to join Kacchan's friends again in playing hero and villians.
"Stop trying to play with us Deku! You can't be the Hero and even a Villian needs a quirk!", Bakugou yelled with his usual brash tone. "You know what Deku, maybe if I teach you a lesson you might just finally leave us alone." Bakugou slowly began to walk towards Izuku with his hands extended reaching for the boys shoulder.
Izuku stared at him slow panic beginning to grow in his chest. Kacchan had always been mean pushing him down a couple of times but, Izuku reasoned, he would never actually use his quirk on another person. Kacchan was trying to be a hero and hero's didn't hurt people. Izuku tried to push the fear down as he stood tall and unwavering, sure that Kacchan wouldn't purposefully hurt him.
He was wrong.
He could hear the pop and sizzle as the small explosion tore through his shoulder, feeling tears crawl down his cheeks. It felt like it went on forever, the burning tearing through his arm.
Suddenly, everything stopped and all he could feel was pain pulsing through him. 'Is this what blacking out feels like' he wondered opening his eyes only to see Kacchan and the others shocked faces. He tried to hear what they were yelling only to hear the roar of wind in his ear as if he was sticking his head out the window of a fast car. Izuku looked around feeling strangely taller as he easily looked over Kacchan's head. He looked down at his feet expecting to see the them planted firmly on the ground, instead what he saw was his feet suspended above the ground while wind circled around him rapidly. In his shock Izuku fell back to the concrete ground harshly, he stared down at the ground then back up Kacchan, his mouth still gaping in surprise.
"I have a quirk.", Izuku whispered to himself.
"I have a quirk." He said little louder in disbelief. He stared at Kacchan before exclaiming one last time, "Kacchan! I HAVE A QUIRK!"
"No duh Dipshit I can see that!", Before Kacchan had a chance to say anything else Izuku was off. Running home as quickly as he could already thinking of hero names he could use that would correspond with his new found power.
That night after sneakily covering his burns with some kinda cream he found in the bathroom he ate an entire container of his favorite Stawberry ice cream while singing to 'Colors of the Wind' from Pocahontas. He ran around telling his Mother that now he finally could paint with all the colors of the wind.
After a quick visit to the doctors his quirk status had changed from non existent to 'Wind Manipulation', a simple name that could be changed if he discovered that his power was actually something else. Though he could float like he'd done at the park he couldn't without a lot of effort, he also learned to push and pull things with the wind like his mother could with her quirk. His weight limit so far was about ten pounds, but it didn't discourage Izuku. He could feel it, the power when he commanded the wind, there was more he just couldn't get to it yet.
Slowly he began to add more and more weight to his limit quickly surpassing his Mothers, of course floating was still difficult but he could almost hold it for two whole minutes! He'd tried flying more than once but every time he did he always ended up getting unbalanced and falling on his butt. But despite Kacchan's non stop pestering and discourage he couldn't have been more happy.
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"You call that a quirk you Deku!"
Izuku could never understand why Kacchan continued to bully him. He was eight now and has had his quirk for almost a full year, he still didn't have the best control yet and often ended up whipping wind around the classroom when he got too excited. His lack of a quirk had always been what Kacchan had always held over his head and now that he finally got had one it had never seemed enough for the angry blonde boy.
Izuku felt anger begin to bubble up as he tried to counter his friend's argument, "I know it's not powerful yet but-", he was cut off by Kacchan's sudden yelling.
"OF COURSE it's not Powerful you idiot", Kacchan began to stomp over with the familiar rage searing through his deadly gaze. He stopped in front of Izuku pointing a finger at him accusingly, "What are you going to do when you become a hero huh? Get the villian's hair in their eyes while they kick your ass?"
Izuku felt tears begin to swell in his eyes, he tried to stop them from falling. He didn't want to be a crybaby but he found he just couldn't stop the tears beginning to fall as he felt frustration rip across his heart.
"You know it's true Deku, you'll never be a hero. Not because of your power is too weak, but because your too weak." Izuku lifted his head meeting Kacchan's fiery eyes.
The sky above the two boys began to darken dangerously within seconds, the teachers looking up in surprise as they decided if they should call the students back inside.
"Just leave Deku, can't you see nobody wants you here," Kacchan sneered," Maybe you should just disappear like your father did." Kacchan said in a low voice slowly reeling his fist back preparing to teach Deku a lesson.
Izuku's breath had caught in his throat when he heard that. He's mother never talked much about his father, though he often dreamed about his father coming back and doing all the things he'd seen Kacchan's father do with him. When Kacchan said that he felt his walls break as his face screwed into an uncharacteristic scowl.
Kacchan's fist faulted as he looked at the broken scowl on Izuku's face, he knew that it was a low blow to bring up Deku's asshole dad, but he didn't feel any regret when saw the look on Deku's face morph into anger. Something Bakugou had never seen on Izuku's face, he smirked and pulled his arm back again to swiftly deliver a punch when suddenly without warning the sky let down a brutal downpour soaking everyone in the freezing rain. Everyone but Izuku who stood dumbfounded looking up at the dark sky confused by the lack of rain around him.
It was strange, right before he'd almost been nailed in the face a random storm began. Maybe he was thinking too much into it but he could stop wondering about it as the day went on with no more interruptions from his old friend. It had felt weird when the storm had come, almost exhilarating as Izuku felt a strange feeling of comfort from the unexplained storm.
Izuku didn't ever get that feeling again, he waited during every storm for the comfort to return but it never did. Well, not till a year later on his Birthday and comfort isn't really what he would call what he felt.
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She knew she shouldn't have done anything, but she was tired. Tired of being cheated on, tired of being hated for being upset about it, and most of all tired of being pushed around by Zeus. She love him and knew she always would but he sometimes he needs to be taught a lesson. She knew about his newest mistress in Japan and honestly she was surprised when she found out. It's very rare for a god to leave the country that Mt. Olympus resides and almost unheard of for them to have kids there. Really, she pondered, Japan is a great place to raise a demigod, monsters are much more rare and can't smell their scent nearly as easily in other countries. Though the child will still have some difficulties, especially since his father is Zeus.
When she'd found out about those Grace ones she was furious, but when he once again broke his promise with that Japanese girl it was the last straw.
Maybe her husband would be more wary with who he sleeps with if he was more afraid of the consequences. And the consequences were the children.
She'd been planning this for a while, but never had the guts now though she knew she could do it.
While the mother was still pregnant she'd created a prophecy for the little one. Though she couldn't create prophecies she had heard of this one for many decades and she help to convince the prophecy which child to choose, and with her luck this it would work.
Sure she'd probably ruined the child's life, but it was also ruining hers by existing, proof that Zeus had cheated...again. She didn't care about the child, but she couldn't help but a shrill of excitement.
"Let's see how you'll turn out... little hero"
Nine years later
Hera looked down at the old skeleton as it stated the prophecy that she already knew by heart. She knew it was a risk coming here to the disgusting camp full of cheaters children, but she needed to make sure that nothing had changed. And nothing had, the prophecy was still the same and soon it would be coming into play.
Today was the boy's ninth birthday and she'd decided to pay him a visit for the first time. He needed to get to the camp and she figured she'd be the one to take him.
She decided that she'll visit, explain his lineage of deity's, though she won't say who. Then she'll take him to camp, of course she does expect a couple of monsters. At nine his scent will only be getting stronger and the monsters at Japan will soon begin to smell the faint smell. A monster or two on the boys birthday would be expected.
Hera smirked to herself, not able to wait for the fun to start...
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