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Author's note: People from tumblr knew this was coming back. I know i said I was deleting One of a Kind because there were people being assholes and I wanted them to stop, turns out they didn't stop and continued. So, if deleting One of a kind does fuck all, I am bringing it back. They can say what they want now. I have had enough. I decided I am going to be an extremely petty bitch, and re-write One of a Kind, and I am going to make sure it is nothing like TC, I know the readers of it will saying something about this, but I am just done.
Either way, this new version of One of a kind has a very different plan to the original, I have made a lot of changes from it, and I think it is better then the original too. So, I am excited to get this started again.
And if TC readers who have said shit about me see this, I am not looking for a fight at all. I tried to delete it to get you guys off my back but it continue. I don't care if you don't like this, just back off and leave me and my fics alone, there is no need to continue to badmouth it when it was over.
Midoriya Izuku was only 5years old, and he already saw how flawed their world was, what it had become, even if he didn’t really understand it himself. The human race began to develop abilities known as quirks, but it only seemed to affect the females. With Quirks, rose crime rates, and with that came a new line of work. Pro Heroes. Izuku wanted to be a pro hero, just like his favourite hero All Might.
When he had first brought up to his mom he wanted to be a hero, she just chuckled softly and told him it was impossible, but never said more than that. Izuku assumed people thought it was impossible because no boy had ever become a hero. He wanted to be the first!
He told his best friend, Bakugo Katsumi, and she just laughed at him, Izuku frowned at her. His hands clenched into fists, he was pretty upset that she was laughing at his dream, he never laughed at her wanting to be a hero.
“I’ll be a hero! I’m not joking!” Izuku told her loudly. Katsumi just kept laughing, she smirked at him.
“You can’t be a hero!” Katsumi told him. “You need a quirk and boys don’t have quirks!” She grinned. “But don’t worry, you can marry me! You can be a Hero’s husband, and you can watch the house.”
“I don’t want to stay at home, and I don’t want to marry you!” Izuku told her and stormed away. He could hear Katsumi and the other girls laughing behind him.
“Mom, why don’t boys have quirks?” Izuku asked her at dinner one night.
“They just don’t sweetie.” Inko replied, not looking up from the paperwork she was reading.
“Yeah, but why? There must be a reason.” Izuku said with a small frown.
“Maybe, but for now there isn’t. No more talking about quirks from you, eat your dinner.” Inko told him. Izuku pouted and ate - he knew there had to be a reason, he would just have to look for it himself.
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Katsumi didn’t really speak to Izuku after his declaration to be a hero. He was stupid, he should know he can’t be a hero, not ever. But, like her mother said, Izuku is very cute, and he would make a great trophy husband. And marrying a Hero would be the best he could get. Katsumi was actually impressed with her solution. Izuku would marry her and she would get him to realise that was the best life he was going to get.
“Hey Katsumi, Deku hasn’t been following us for a few days.” Katsumi frowned as one of the extras spoke up, looking around, she noticed she was right - Deku was nowhere in sight.
“Moron probably got lost.” Katsumi rolled her eyes, that was the sort of thing he would do, he was completely lost without her.
“Actually I saw him reading when we left, I think… he stayed behind.” Another extra said. Katsumi scowled.
“Well, let’s go back and grab him.” Katsumi decided
“Were you serious about marrying him when we’re bigger?”
“Of course, I am going to be the best thing he will get. He knows that!” Katsumi said. “He’s just being difficult.” The girls agreed with her and began to plan how to make Izuku more compliant in those plans.
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Izuku had seen Katsumi and her friends walk off, normally he would follow after them. But he thought back to what she had said the previous day, and he decided that maybe she wasn’t the friend he had first met. He was still determined to be a hero, one way or another, he wanted to read up on it, but he wasn’t that good at reading just yet. He didn’t want to ask his mom, she already said he couldn’t be a hero, so he knew she would try and stop him, maybe she would agree with Katsumi -and that was something he wanted to avoid. After he saw the group of girls leave the school, he headed home on his own, his mother was at work; usually he was out playing with Katsumi until she got back, but Izuku didn’t mind spending an hour or two in his room for his mom to come back. She would probably ask him about why he was home early, but he could make something up.
He sat at the small desk he had, it was mainly clear aside for the large jar of coloured pencils, he opened his draw and pulled out a notebook, it was empty, he had no idea what he was going to use it on just yet, but he knew he should find a way to be a hero without a quirk. He put the notebook down and picked out a nice blue colour and frowned at the cover.
What could he use to be a hero? He wouldn’t have a quirk, so he would need to train, maybe take some fighting classes, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. He looked up at his All Might poster thoughtfully and smiled, he had an idea. He began to write a title on the cover and smiled at it happily.
Quirk analysis for the future.
If he could work out how quirks worked before facing them, he could have the advantage! Izuku was pretty proud of how quickly he had come up with that idea, he impressed himself. He returned the blue to the jar and took a black and opened the notebook to the first page.
First, he needed to decide what quirk to analyse first. Izuku tapped his lip with the pencil, before starting with his mother.
He was busy working on his new notebook he didn’t hear when his mother came back.
Inko had been worried when Mitsuki had told her that Katsumi had come home alone saying that Izuku had not gone with her after school. She headed up stairs and looked into his room, finding him drawing. She smiled softly, at least he was safe.
“Izuku?” She asked, Izuku jumped and closed the notebook.
“Oh, Hi Mom!” Izuku smiled happily.
“Hey sweetie, I heard you didn’t go home with Katsumi today.” Inko said.
“I … I wanted to draw, and Katsumi was walking off with other friends to adventure. So I came straight home.” Izuku told her. Inko smiled
“Okay sweetie, just make sure to tell Katsumi before you do that next time, so we know where you are.” Inko told him.
“Yes, Mom.” Izuku nodded, Inko left him to draw, but she had a feeling he wasn’t telling her the whole truth.