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In this world there are

Types of people

Those who want to shine

Who want to be remembered

Those who want to change something

Those who want to archive something

And those who want to help

They each have their own story

Their own struggles

Yet there are those people
Like us
Those whose story doesn’t get remembered
Those who drown under the stories of brighter souls .
It’s quite simply to explain

Just like how in the past people are ridiculed for their skin color or who they love

Now we are being attacked and threatened abandoned and hurt
For being weak or for having the so called useless or villainous quirks

Melodramatic or ?
But that is the bitter truth behind our golden
Society
A world ruled by heroes glowing individuals with powerful quirk who put their power into the purpose of justice

Infested with villains

And a world
Where 80% of the world population possess a power
Called a Quirk
Which manifest in any kind of form at the age of four .
And in our World that is the age that determines your future

Welcome to our world .
And this story

Is the story of us

The now so called pillars of hope

The Heroes of the new Era

The Era
Of acceptance and peace

Will you open our story ?

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Chapter one : The fate of the powerless

“I AM HERE “

The loud thundering voice of All Might echoed through the small room .
As two awestruck kids
Stared
On the screen .
The smaller one a girl
Basically bounced in her seat mouth open .
While the little spiky haired boy
Clenched his little fist eyes wide .

“Wahhhhh Kacchan that was so cool !
I wanna be like that too !“The little girl with a mess of blackish green fluff of hair shook the little boys arm full of admiration .
Jade green Eyes wide and sparkling .

“Yeah Tsuki
Did you see how All might
Uhh de-de Aha defeated that evil villain with one punch ?He is such a cool hero !”The spiky haired blonde
Kid grinned at his friend
And imitated a punch !Ruby eyes sparkling .

The little girl giggled happily “Nee Kacchan ?”
She asked suddenly .

“ Ehhh Tsuki, what is wrong ?“Katsuki

Stared worried at his friend
Why did she sound sad ?
She was happy a moment ago .
He didn’t like seeing his friend sad .
So he decided he is gonna defeat all evil villains and become the world best hero
So he can protect people like Tsuki from being sad .
Yeah world watch out .

Tsuki fiddled with her shirt. “Can we be friends even if we are heroes ?”

Katsuki blinked, why should Tsuki worry about adult stuff like that?"Of course
Then ,the three years old crunched his nose up and thought hard about a solution ,”Aha how about
We both form a hero agency together ?
The two worlds best hero duo ?”He grinned proud of himself .

Tsuki's eyes light up “Yeah Kacchan you are so smart !”
She grinned happily

“Then let’s seal this promise with a pinky promise, okay ?”she held out her pinky .

Katsuki lined up his pinky with hers and looped them around each other

They both grinned at each other .

“KIDS DINNER IS READY !”
A loud voice shouted over to them.
As a green haired woman opened the door and winked at them .Tsukis Mum auntie Inko
Smiled at them
“Tsukiko ,Katsuki
Dinner is ready come over
Mitsuki and I made your favourites .”

The two kids scrambled down from the couch

With huge smiles

“Really ?”
Tsukiko asked
Bouncing on one place

Inko nodded

As Tsukiko squealed and shook her best friends arm
As the little boy Also grinned punching up in the air
“Race you ! Whoever is the slowpoke gets no caramel ice cream as dessert !”
He took off

As Tsukiko ran after him

Whining it’s not fair
Since he got a headstart
The laughter of the kids
Filled the small apartment of the Midoriyas .
Inko smiled softly

How she wished

Everything could stay this way .
But the world isn’t fair
And neither are the choices she is making for her kid .
It is for Tsukiko's own sake .
Her jade gaze hardened
As she looked down
At the picture
In her hands
Dear
Don’t worry I will get justice .
Sorry Tsukiko but mummy is doing this for your own good
As she looked down at the pills
Yes for her own good .

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Tsukiko is happy
Her belly is Full
She spent much time
With her best friend
And
She and him are gonna be heroes together
She is happy
And mummy also wasn’t sad .
And he wasn’t here .
So she didn’t have to hide .

How she wishes everything could just go as today .
She wondered what quirk Kacchan will get
Since his birthday is coming up .
She is happy
Because when he gets his quirk earlier than her
She can help him understand his quirk
And get cool new information about quirks she can’t get from the internet .
She likes to uhh ,an-anaryd
No wait …analyze Quirks .
They are so cool
And each of them are so strong !
Each quirk can be strong if only you know what you are doing .

So she is happy
She hopes Mummy is also .
She wasn’t happy for a long time
And mummy is the best .
But she doesn't understand why she needs to take those funny pills. It makes her feel weird .
But Mummy says it is for her own good
So she trust Mummy
She will not hurt her
She knows .

But she still wishes a hero would come

And get him away from them .

But she can’t get everything she wants can she ?
And she should be a good girl
Being happy for what she has .

Yes because that is what he wants and mummy .

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“Happy birthday to you,Happy birthday to Katsuki
Happy birthday to you”

Katsuki feels happy

It is his 4 birthday
So soon
He will get his quirk
And then Tsuki
Then they can become the world's strongest hero duo !
His Mum invites all of his friends
More extras

He grumbled
But still he is glad
He doesn't know why
But slowly
He starts feeling more angry and wanting to beat up something angry often for no reason
He doesn’t like that
He doesn't wanna be a bully
Heroes save people
By winning
Not bullying people.
He is scared
Of becoming a bully .

But first he has to unpack his presents and
Let’s just enjoy his party .
He hopes
It is nothing serious .

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He got his quirk

It is called explosions
It is super strong
And all of his classmates
And teachers say
It is the perfect hero quirk .
And that he is better than them all
But is he ?
Tsuki always said
That every quirk can be strong and she never was wrong
His best friend is super smart !

He sweats weird stuff
Now since that is How is quirk work

And he smells like caramel nice
At least
He wouldn’t smell like a dumpster .
Tsuki's birthday also
went by .
She is going to a quirk doctor
Right now .
To see what her quirk is .
With her old man and Auntie Inko
He dislikes her old man
He is just fishy .
And Tsuki is always sad
When he is there
He hates it .
He is excited for her quirk to come in .
He wonders
How she is doing right now .

Tsukiko's world is tumbling down

The word Quirkless echoes inside her head .
How can she be a hero like that ?
She hates it already
She saw the look of the doctor
The dark look
The sneer
Of him .
And he looked so angry.
That isn’t good .
When He is angry it is never good .
.

She didn’t know
Yet
How cruel the world can be
And how unfair
But soon she will know

How the powerless feel in a world dominated by power .

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Sorry
Dear all who are reading this fic
Or not !
I can’t update today
Since my family and I are moving
And let’s say
My mother
Has interesting
Temper tantrums
When she has to do much work .
And I am frankly to busy
Since we have started like a week ago
To move and pack .
And quick reminder
Of My update schedule !
I will try and keep a consistent
Update schedule !
Unless I am too busy .
So normally
,I would update every Sunday from
Now on
If not
Then it will be Tuesday !
If I haven’t updated on either of this dates on the week
I will update
Tuesday and Sunday !

So
Basically in short :
Normal updates : Sunday !Or when I have to update earlier due personal reasons
It will be Tuesday
If I haven’t updated in the week at all
It means double update !
So
Tuesday
And Sunday

Thank you
I will try and minimize author notes!

Have a nice Sunday !

Ps: Since I didn’t update Tuesday or Sunday
There will be a double update next week !
So Tuesday and
Sunday !
See you all there

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Chapter two : The Butterfly effect

Tsukiko hid behind the door,
listening to the gradually rising voices arguing.
“She’s still your—”

“Enough, you wench!”

“You can’t just leave us!”

“I DON’T CARE!”

“But w-w-what about me… and Tsukiko?”
“Does it look like I care? I don’t want a useless mistake for a daughter.
If things get worse, you could sell her for cash.”
Cold laughter followed.
That sentence echoed through the thin walls and made her skin prickle
from the sheer malice in that sound.
Did… Papa hates her?
But she was trying so hard.
So hard.
Sure, he could be scary sometimes.
And sometimes… he made her hurt.
But he still loved her, right?
What went wrong?
She could feel her eyes start to water.
A quiet sniffle escaped.
She didn’t want to ruin Mama’s and Papa’s lives.
Am I really useless?
But Mama said you shouldn’t be mean to people.
So why was Papa being mean?
She just wanted to be held by Mama.
But—
The door slammed shut.
She jumped in fright, scrambling back to the wall.
Huh?
Then she heard crying.
She crept toward the door and peeked inside.
Mama…was crying
And Tsukiko’s eyes started watering again.
It was her fault.
She felt numb
She wanted to comfort Mummy
But something told her mummy wants to be alone .
She hopes it is all a bad dream .

The next morning
Tsukiko walked slowly into the kitchen for breakfast.
Mama looked sad.
Her eyes were puffy.
Tsukiko felt a sting in her tummy.
Because it was her fault.
“Mummy?” she asked timidly.
Her mother turned around, voice gentle.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”
Tsukiko gulped down a lump in her throat,
fidgeting with her sleeves.
“Where’s Papa?”
“Oh sweetie, don’t worry,” Mama said softly.
“Papa just went somewhere for a long time, okay?”
If she thought her day couldn’t get any worse…
It did.
And soon,
that single sentence would be the least hurtful thing said to her.
Tsukiko sat hunched over in Prep.
It was her first day.
Kacchan started Prep after his fourth birthday, when his quirk came in.
She’d overheard Auntie and Mama talking about how kids could only start Prep
after turning four or after their quirk awakened.
She was in the same group as Kacchan.
That should’ve made her happy.
Her best friend was here too.
But…
What if he also left her because she was quirkless?
She didn’t like that thought.
The teacher looked nice.
Her classmates seemed okay.
But they were all strangers.
She didn’t know how to act.
And she’d been avoiding Kacchan all week.
Because she didn’t want to tell him.
Then came introductions.
Each of her classmates stood up,
showed off their quirks—
Wow, she thought. They’re so cool…
—and said their names and dream jobs.
Then it was her turn.
Everyone stared.
Her heart thudded.
“H-hello, uhh… my name is Midoriya Tsukiko,” she mumbled.
“I wanna be a pro hero. Like All Might.”
“Nice, Midoriya-chan!” Sensei said kindly, his grey eyes glinting behind round glasses.
“Now, what’s your quirk?”
She whispered:
“I… I’m quirkless.”
A pin could have dropped—
and it would have been louder than the silence that followed.
Then the laughter exploded.
“You wanna be a hero? Even a snail has better chances!”
A classmate with a mirror quirk giggled.
“Don’t infect us with your quirklessness! Mama said it’s infectious! Ewww!”
shrieked a girl with floating hair.
“Na na na, let’s calm down, children,” Sensei said in a syrupy voice.
“Midoriya-chan is really delicate. You wouldn’t want to hurt her, right?”
But it sounded wrong.
So fake.
Like those awful cough bonbons.
That voice scared her.
It was too sweet.
Like when Mama was about to get angry.
Later, on the playground…
Everyone split into groups.
But no one wanted to play with her.
Because she was quirkless.
Why?
She went to Kacchan.
He was her friend.
Right?
He was surrounded by other kids,
all marveling at his quirk.
It was amazing.
She shouldn’t mutter.
It’s unladylike. Mama said so.
“Uhh, Kacchan? Can I play hero with you guys?”
They turned around.
A chubby kid with small wings smirked.
“Little girls shouldn’t play heroes—especially when they don’t have any powers.”
His friends burst out laughing.
“Yeah, little girls only slow us down. We don’t wanna get sick from being around someone weak!”
She turned to Kacchan.
He would help her, right?
He was her friend.
“Tsuki doesn’t fit you,” Kacchan finally said.
Huh?
What did that mean?
A cruel glint entered his ruby-red eyes.
An unfamiliar smirk twisted his face.
“So we’ll call you Deku!” he grinned.
“Because it means useless! Since you’ve got no awesome superpower!”
She never knew how much words could hurt.
It turns out…
Villains aren’t the only ones who can break people.
What’s wrong with wanting to be a hero?
She could still help, right?
Sir Nighteye didn’t have a powerful quirk either.
He used his brain.
She could too.
So why did everyone hate her for it?
Why did no one support her dream, like the other kids got support?
That night, she had no appetite.
Mama noticed.
And it made her feel even worse.
She wanted to say sorry.
But something in Mama’s eyes
stopped her.
She should just be obedient.
After all…
No one hates obedient kids, right?
Later that evening…
She sat in front of the laptop.
Watching her favorite video:
All Might’s debut.
The door creaked open.
“Tsukiko?”
She turned around.
And the dam broke.
Tears streamed down her face as she pointed at the screen.
“Mummy… I can still be a hero, right?”
Her mother stayed silent.
“Sorry, dear… sorry, sorry…”
Mama whispered, voice breaking.
Inko was sorry.
She really was.
But this…
This was for Tsukiko’s own good.
She would do anything for her baby.
And this was necessary.
Yes.
She loved her baby.
She would never hurt her.
But success doesn’t come without pain…
Right?

The moonlight shone through the window of Tsukiko’s room as she hid under the covers of her bed.
The soft fabric draped over her small frame as she knelt on the mattress,
staring at her favorite All Might figure.
What’s wrong with wanting to be a hero?
She just wanted to help.
But there are other ways to help, right?
So… why heroes?
She looked at the smile on the plastic All Might.
Oh, yeah.
She remembered.
It wasn’t just about helping people —
She wanted to spread hope.
Because that’s what heroes do.
And she wanted to help in all kinds of ways.
…And if not, she could try being a doctor.
That could be a nice backup plan.
Yeah.
Tsukiko isn’t giving up so easily.
Because if she does,
Papa might never come back.
And besides —
Maybe if she becomes a cool hero,
Papa will come back and love her again.

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Tsukiko clung on her mothers hand
Hesitantly
“Mama, do I have to go ?”

Inko Midoriya looked down at her little girl
Her resolve wavered
As she saw
How sad she looked .
But what must be done must be done no matter what .
It is for her own good .

“Yes sweetie I am sure they will be nicer ,kids are kids okay ?”
She patted her daughter's fluffy and soft hair .
Dark green like her own .

The little girl ,her baby nodded
Sad .

Tsukiko hoped her Mum was correct ,because she really missed her friend Kacchan .
Ever since the news came out about her
Quirklessness people were avoiding her
Or sneering at her .
She didn’t like it .
In prep
Ever since then
The other kids avoided
Her .
Or called her bad names
And tell her bad things about herself .
The teachers just ignored the teasing or told her to stay out of the way .

But the other kids started it first !Why is she getting in trouble?
She just wanted to help .
And Papa didn’t come home
Since that day .
She missed him .

People seemed to hate her now .
But she is also human so why ?
She also wanted to have fun with them .

Then loud laughter interrupted
Her thoughts .
As she looked up as a pit opened in her stomach .

“Isn’t that quirkless Deku ?”
One giggled

“Look at that ugly face, no wonder why she is a loner !”

“I wouldn’t wanna be her friend cause what if I caught her quirklessness ?”

Loud laughter followed the question
Tsukiko shrank into herself
Yes she didn’t like it. She hopes everything will be better .

How wrong she was

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Her feet tapped against the gravel ,as she speed walked towards her school .
Her bright red sneakers
Seeming comically bright against the grey ground .
They were so attention grabbing .
Tsukiko's hands tightened around her back pack straps .
The leather digging into her skin .

She was gonna be late .
That wouldn’t be good .
The teachers at Aldea Elementary school
didn't particularly like her .
Not like any of her teachers liked her ever since she was 4 .
But her 3rd grade teacher despised her .
And if she gets late Koko sensei
Will have more fuel to give her detention or lock her into the closet again .
Plus that wouldn’t look good on her report
Nevermind not like anyone cares
About her report card
Since she is quirkless .
The word even after almost 5 years still stung .
Her mum had to work overtime just to provide them .
So Tsukiko learned how to cook and do laundry and all that big kid stuff .
Her mum has gotten a better paying job as nurse but that required her to be away a lot
So Tsukiko basically provided for herself .
But she still loved her Mother but she did miss her a lot .

Oh dear holy All Might she might actually be late .
She lamented just get though the day Tsukiko
She plastered her huge apologetic smile .
As she shrunk in herself ,before she opened the door .

Everyone’s eyes turned to her as she shrunk into herself

“MIDORIYA do you think it is funny to waste my time and the ones of your classmates with your attention games ?Detention after class !”
Koko sensei yelled
As his scary somehow ugly blue eyes glared at her .
It is really an achievement to make blue look ugly
But making any color ugly should be the headliner of the day
Koko sensei's obese stomach heaved up and down as his white shirt fought for its life trying to contain it .The buttons on his shirt looked like they were smoking. Tsukiko felt bad for them. His shirt also was stained by some questionable stuff.
While his pants fight to life and death trying to keep his under body private .Why doesn't he wear a belt ?
Whatever hair he had left hangs brushed back Sadly slick like oily ink .There are quirks which can repair hair. Did he not go to one ?
Plus his breath smells like alcohol and drugs .and some mix of stale juice and rotten tomatoes
Man doenst he have kids and a wife ?

She just nodded
As she darted to her place
But not without stumbling
Because of someone’s legs they stuck out
As the class burst out in laughter .
She scrambled up
To her desk
At the back
As she noticed
That it looked more charred than yesterday and that a few new messages have been added to the scribbles decorating her desk .
The newest addition was
Why don’t you just kill yourself ?No one wants you .
And then the other addition to the desk was
If you are really desperate ,you could get a job at a brothel if they are desperate enough .
Her classmates had some really horrid ideas she thought .
And look at that
A few new newspaper clippings waited under her desk
And oh two razor knife’s
She has new knives to cut vegetables and meat .
Then a few advertisements for children's funeral services .
They really prepared everything huh ?
Then the teacher started the class
Let’s hope
The day doesn't get worse .

To her luck
Her day went by pretty peacefully to her standard .
Sure she found a few red spider lilies inside her locker
Plus a few slurs on her locker
And her lunch got ruined again .And sure a few older kids roughened her up a little .
But she didn’t get accused of cheating
Or stalking or drug use
Which is a huge plus in her mind
Plus Mum is coming home for two days
She is happy
She has to clean up the apartment
And make her mum's favourite cake !
So yeah
Does she still have strawberries at home ?
Hmm plus she could steam a nice tea with the flowers .
Red spider lilies have a nice aroma in tea .

She spent the rest of the class
Day dreaming about the tea she is gonna steam .
Because she already learned ahead of the lesson today .
So it is boring to listen to it again .

As the bell rang
Everyone rushed out of class
Like a bunch of dehydrated people
Getting

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Suddenly a Heavy and fat hand landed on her shoulder and the aroma of rotten tomatoes and of what she believes rotten bodies
Tell her who it is .
Her body tensed under his touch.

“You got detention with me Midoriya so let’s get started “
His breathy, shaky voice like a snail whispered in her ear, making her shudder in disgust. Adults are so gross.

He waddled forward
“Follow me “

Tsukiko followed him reluctantly.
Every cell in her body shuddering in disgust

He waddled up the stairs
And went to waddle into an unfamiliar direction .

She hadn’t been in this area of the school before .
The stench here got overwhelmingly disgusting .
She wonders where they are going .
The heavy breathing of Koko sensei
And his huffs
Were the only noise in the corridor
As they went into an area of the school that seems to be abandoned .

So no closet ?
What did he want to punish her with ?

She didn’t know
And she didn’t need to know .

They walked like it seemed to be an eternity.
Until they reached a relatively modern looking door .

Koko sensei fuddled with
His key chain till he found a off shaped key
And twisted it into the door knob
And the door opened with a sinister creak .

The inside
Was dark
And it smells even worse
Like something rotten .

“Go inside “
Koko sensei instructed
With a sinister lull of his voice .
Which sounds horrid .

A pit opened up in her stomach she had a feeling she would regret it
If she went inside but
She ignore it
It can’t be that bad .
Or ?

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Koko Akiro
Had taught
A lot of brats
And
Prides himself as a good educator .
And a quite good looking one .
And what he particularly loved on his job
Is disciplining
Young girls
Especially those
Who are problematic
And worthless .
He considered himself as a saint
For it .
He meant everyone would be honored to be
Punished by him .
He did that a lot and he is good at it plus it is a great stress reliever ever since his ungrateful wife broke up with him
He has lacked the certain privilege of being a man .
But he found a better way to relieve this urge .

“Great huh ?My quirk lets me secrete a numbing liquid ,which I can focus on certain body spots and
Hold it as long as I want to .”
He grinned what he thought was a wolfish grin at the Midoriya girl .

After all this girl despite her flaws and sickness called
Quirklessness is quite the eye candy .
He had his eyes on her since her first year here .

“So now you can’t move your arms and torso till I release my quirk !”
He grinned

“Because now dear your detention Beginns
And I will teach you a lesson .”
He loved the horror in her eyes .

“Let’s have some fun and
Put you down from your high horse princess “

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She didn’t know
How or when she got back home .
Or why she felt so disgusting .
She didn’t know why her clothes are ripped and
Why did her arms and legs ache?
But she remembered that disgusting feeling .
And she wanted it off
So for the first time in six months
She threw away
Her carefully managed plan to spend hot water .
And turned on the shower knob
And let the hot water
Hit her skin
And the warm comforting steam
Cover her up
And the warmth of the air
Comfort her
As she was obsessed shrubbed her body clean .
Till her skin became pink and rough
And till some red blood peeked through a particularly mishandled
Spot on her body .

And then she curled up into a ball at the bottom of the bathroom
As hot water prassled all over her .
And the Damm broke
A gut wrenching cry wretched out of her throat
And then she started crying bawling
Like she was four years old again .
She cried
Out all of that disgust and
The fear she felt .
As hot tears poured out of her eyes .
She she hated herself
Dirty disgusting what would mum and dad think ?
She shot up so fast that her head pounded because of the momentum.
She looked at her hand .Small and bony and pale
She can’t let her mother know about this .
She can’t let anyone know about this .
They wouldn’t listen to someone like her .
And that man she couldn’t bear to say his name would kill her and ruin her mothers life’s .
She couldn’t possibly ruin her mothers life more than she already had .
She made a decision ,she wouldn’t let anyone know about this .

It will be her darkest secret .
Because
If they knew she knows
That she will be finally all alone .

She had to hide it
And she can’t mop around anymore
Even if it hurts
Even if it makes her wanna scream
Not like anyone will notice .
So first get yourself presentable
Mum is coming back home tomorrow.
Lots to do
And more work, less time to think .
She turned of the shower
And quickly dried herself off with a towel
And
Quickly
Fought her hair of a green bush
With the hair dryer and comb
The most lethal weapon combo .
Then threw herself into the biggest shirt she could find
And the baggiest pants .

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She got to work and attacked her apartment
With a mop soap and a broom

First she dusted off the floor and walls
And then the coach and her mothers room
Fluffed all their pillows
Or more, beat them into shape .
Then she went to work
More like warpath
As she angrily
Attacked the floor with soap water and the broom and mop
Till it is shiny and clean .

Then she started rearranging
The picture frames all around their rooms
Till they looked pretty .
After she was done with it she smiled happily

The apartment was spotless and shiny
Like those commercials .
Then she threw on her beloved, attacked green apron .It had a bunny on it .
And started baking with satans rage
Cause who said she can’t get angry with the detention she got
And with all that horrid life
And plus the excuse of a school she goes to she thinks she has the right to be angry .
So she glimpsed at the recipe and decided it belonged into the trash she hates bakery recipes with more sugar than brain cells .
She weighted the flour
And threw in two tea spoons of baking powder .
Into a big bowl .
And then cracked two eggs
And chopped up and mashed bananas .No one should give her a knife as a weapon
Before throwing it in
And then added 100 ml of milk
Then she started to mix it
With the anger of a third grader .
Till it is smooth and thick
Then she is happy
Or not
Who cares
She glared at the dough
Anyways
She buttered the cake form
And smoothly poured it in in swirls
Then put it aside
With a plastic wrapping
Then she buttered another form
And did the same to the other form
With more care than
Kacchan was with his quirk and non-existent girlfriend .
That guy got looks but the personality of a rabid dog with god complex and anger issues as high as his ego
With a face no one could love unless they are blind .
She preheated the oven on 180 Celsius
And then started to make the cream filling with more anger than Gordon Ramsey would like till he starts crying .
She took out two eggs and departed the egg white and yolk and mixed the egg white with milk and matcha powder
Then she heat up the stove and put the mixture over it stirring it with a spoon
Till to because creamy then she turns of the stove and started whipping it like it killed her dog or Kacchan's face
Till it was stiff
And put it in the fridge

Then she gutted the strawberries
And dipped them in sugar .

And put the cake forms into the oven without the plastic covering
Now it is wait fifty minutes
And she can make cookie dough .

What kind of cookies should she make ?

Hmmm ,oh she knows
An evil smile spread over her lips .
They are gonna beg for more .
I am gonna make everyone regret with cookies

Hehehehehhehejehehehheeheh..

Does she have all the ingredients?
Oh hell yes !
That is her secret recipe .
Kacchan will regret this
Because those are gonna be the best cookies ever .
She is stressed anyways
Baking helps her
Oh yeah if she has any left she should donate those .
Hmmm plus she had dough to beat up Like that wifeless pedophile
Fat excuse of a human with the hair of a gorilla
No that is an insult to gorillas
And the clothing style of Gordon Ramsay if he turned blind
Of a teacher .
She turned to her ingredients with an evil smile

Time to beat you up
Or not
She glanced at the old worn out timer
Hmmm she had 35 minutes
Enough time
To make cookie dough
Let’s do it .

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She cracks two eggs open
Into the big checkered bowl of sea green and black .
And shovelled in 200 grams of flour
And added hundred ml of milk
With more force than needed .
Sugar, who needed that crap ?
Instead she is gonna use honey like one tea spoon only
And mixed in orange zest .
She indeed likes more healthy desserts thank you very much .
Unlike Kacchan, despite his behavior, likes his desserts ridiculously sweet .
And her mother who also liked sugar .
She didn’t get why people wanted to poison themselves with that ridiculous amount of sugar .
She huffed as she mixed the dough
And added two tea spoon of baking soda happily
Adding a little lemon juice plus chocolate chunks dark only
Dark chocolate is the only thing that worth adding

She mixed it with all of her might she just imagined
It was the pervert instead
Then she isolated it or beat the bowl into a plastic wrapping to let it rise a little to roll out the dough .
Then she checked her cake and it looked like it had risen enough .
So she turned off the oven and put on pink oven mittens and stuck a chop stick into the cake and pulled it out clean so it is ready
She happily took out the forms
And let it cool down a bit before she actually takes it from the cake form .

She went to their tiny fridge
And got out the cream filling and the chilled straw berries
She put them on the side
And she scrunched up her nose. She still has to make the whipped cream for the cover of the cake .
Oh yeah she can also make some to cover the cookies.
Anyways she checked on her dough it rose enough she cleared up a space on the kitchen table and spread flour over it
And slowly dumped out the dough
Out of the bowl .
She washed her hands and grinned time to beat up the dough like it was the perverts face .

She started kneading the dough ungently and folded it over and over again
Till she is satisfied .
Then she got to work with a wooden rolling pin .
And spread the dough evenly
Till till it was all even then she used cookie cutters in the shape of butterflies
And cutter out 30 cookies
And then spread baking paper over a baking tray and spread them evenly as she preheated the oven to 180 Celsius
Then she went to work on the whipped cream filling
First of all she started to boil tea
Jasmine tea if you wanna be specific .
As the water boiled she took out milk and cracked two eggs separating the egg yolk and white and and added milk hundred ml in the bowl with the egg white and stirred it
Then she let the tea cool down
And then turned on the stove and pulled out a small cooking pot
And gently put then stove on mid heat
And poured the mixture in
And stirred it constantly till it got thick .
Then she turned off the stove and checked on her tea yup just cooled down enough put two tsp into it and started whipping it aggressively
It is satisfying .
Till it is stiff and let it cool down a little .
Then she put the cookies into the baking oven for around 45 to 50 minutes and mittens on her nasty pink ones .
Then she gently
Used a cake knife and gently started to trim the end of the cake that is around the cake
And put it in a bowl with the form down into warm water
For five minutes repeated the same with the other case
And then gently turned it around on a huge plate
The cake slipped it off its form .
And then she pulled out another plate
And the cake resisted a little but after some knocking with a wooden spoon it also relented she huffed happily before putting it in the case
Then she got a knife and took out the cream filling
And started to spread it evenly
Over one of the cake
Smoothening it with her knife
Till it is smooth and thick enough .
Then she took the other cake gently
With her hands she washed it before .
And placed it on
Then she took out the whipped cream
And put the cake on a rotating cake stand and
Took out the bright yellow spatula
And spin the cake spinner around
And evenly applied layer of the cream on it
All over the cake
And then
She took out a piping bag and filled it with the leftover matcha creme filling and started piping little ivies at the bottom of the cake and the top .
Then she took another piping bag and filled it with the leftover other creme she made and started piping little flowers all over the bottom of the the cake
And decorated the top with the strawberries
Done she whipped her sweat off happy at her hands work
Now she only has to plastic wrap the cake
And put it in the fridge
For tomorrow
And take out the cookies and let them cool overnight and decorate them tomorrow .
What time is it anyways ?
She glimpsed at the clock and promptly turned ash pale
It is 11 pm at midnight .
Crap
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day

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Tsukiko blinked owlishly
at the old, worn-down alarm that has bunny ears shaped like All Might’s hair.
It woke her up at 4 in the morning.
She could still have slept about two hours.
Great, now she can’t sleep anymore—and she gives up.
She could do some quirk analyses in the meantime, if she doesn’t have anything else to do.
She checked her old, worn-down phone her mum gave her for her sixth birthday, second-hand.
The screen lit up.
Her All Might wallpaper flashed her in the eyes. Oh, look at that—
a few new messages from Mum.
She checked the messages.
Sent at 0:34
Mum: Sweetie, can you prepare some lactose-free desserts and food for dinner?
Sent at 1:00
Mum: I will bring some guests to our home! I know I said we will spend some time together,
but it might be good for you to get to know other people to see if they can help with your violence issues that you are using on your classmates.
Mum: They are very nice. I hope you guys get along with each other.
Tsukiko’s grip on her phone tightened
as her knuckles whitened.
Releasing anger issues on her classmates?
More like them releasing it on her.
She wished her mum would see the truth, but her mum often believes what others tell her.
She wished her mum would listen to her, but
she didn’t.
Tsukiko loved her mum and her mum loved her—but still,
her mother was too engrossed in worrying about relationships and about the accusations of Tsukiko bullying her peers.
She didn’t bully anyone.
At least, she thought so?
Did she offend anyone before?
Did she do anything that could look like she was?
Was it her fault in the end again?
Did she ruin it again in the end?
Is everything her fault?
Did she do something so her classmates despised her?
Sure, her muttering can be creepy.
Her questions about quirks were weird.
And she apparently wore provocative clothes—
even though she wore the same uniform as any other girl in her school.
Her teachers thought she cheated on tests and constantly bullied other kids with great quirks.
Was it her fault?
Her fault?
Do I ruin everything?
They are right.
I am useless in the end.
I can’t even defend myself.
I provoked everything that happened to me.
And I constantly cheat in tests.
I am dumb. The only worth is my gender.
Because girls can work in brothels at least, if they need to.
Is that my future? Or will they also reject me?
Will I even survive as an adult?
People hate people like me—weak, useless, and liars.
I should stop trying to be smart. I should stop being a nuisance.
I should not provoke anyone. Because I am dumb.
Because that is a universal truth, huh?
People like me are weak, dumb, and useless.
I should just stop.
Anyway, but if I do enough, maybe I can be useful.
So yes—the first lactose-free desserts Mum told me to make.
I can follow orders. I can be good. I just have to show it.
They just have to see it.
But I am not, or?
I constantly cause trouble
and am a nuisance.
But then I only have to try harder to not be a nuisance.
Be better.
More obedient.
Don’t talk back.
Yes, that will be better.
First, she robotically ran a brush through her hair with an old, passed-down hairbrush in bright pink—which is more a fight with her scalp
because her hair is thick and dark green like her mother’s, with curls and waves.
And it is a pain to brush.
It did what it liked to.
And it is defying gravity by sticking out everywhere.
She wished to grow it out, ’cause then maybe her curls would be easier to manage.
But her mum didn’t let her grow it out past her shoulders.
She gave up as her hair at least looked a little bit more tame. Then she washed her face as she stared at the mirror.
She disliked how she looked.
Her hair flared like a wild green bush around her face, reaching her shoulders.
Her face is round but getting more gaunt because of her lack of constant meals.
The eyes are the only part she likes about herself.
The jade green color
made her feel pretty.
And her lashes were quite thick.
And her skin is pale—
a ghastly white, greyish, monstrous tone
with freckles scattered around her nose to her cheeks.
She is quite thin and petite. Despite the food in the apartment, her mum told her to eat less to not be fat.
And everyone told her if she ate more, she would be a fat pig.
And more than often her peers at school or even the lunch lady would spoil her food or kick it away.
The bentos she brought
only ended up ruined.
So she gave up on eating lunch.
At grocery stores, she often gets odd looks because of her bright oversized red shoes
with the “Q” for quirkless on the side.
Marking her status.
She gets overcharged or thrown out of stores.
So she needs to ration her food until her mum comes back and runs groceries.
And so big, tasty meals are only for when Mum comes back.
Her mum never knows, since she barely sees her every third month.
She only thought
Tsukiko had a healthy build.
She numbly started boiling water
as she went to cut up a peach
in half
and started squeezing out the juice
into a small bowl.
Then she repeated the process with a lemon and a strawberry.
The monotone action brings her some comfort.
Then, when the water was cooking,
she put the bowls into the fridge—
with the bowls wrapped in plastic, of course.
She cut open a gelatin packet
and slowly
poured the gelatin in, stirring constantly
as she lowered the temperature.
She kept stirring it until slowly it thickened.
After that, she took out the fruit juice and separated the pudding into three bowls, and poured the juice in circles.
Then she wrapped it in plastic and put it in the fridge.
Then she went on and made cake
with the lactose-free milk
she had.
She stirred the dough
while squeezing a lemon half to milk the juice
as she stirred.
Then she buttered the cake forms
and preheated the oven to 180°C.
Then she poured in the dough in separate cake forms
and shoved them in the oven
as she put on a timer.
And then went on and made a cream filling with lactose-free milk
and put it in the fridge.
The scent of cake wafted through the small kitchen
as she sipped some tea.
The gentle floral taste and the warmth of the liquid comforting her as it went down her throat.
She should change her clothes, also.
Now she blinked, a little embarrassed at her sleeping clothes,
which consist of an All Might shorts and shirt—in blue and yellow, with yellow lace.
What would he say if he saw the sleeping clothes made after him? I mean—lace?
Those industries who make money by commercializing merchandise for known heroes sure have weird ideas.
She wondered if the number two hero would be offended if he knew he had a pair of sleeping dresses with lace and frills
modeled after him.
She would be pretty offended
in his place.
But with his temper, he might also just burn down the industry.
Which is a demonstration of his lack of control over his emotion and his childish attitude.
Now if she is by the theme, she should analyze them more.
After all, she still had one hour and a half till her normal waking-up time, and school starts at 7:30.
She grabbed a red juicy apple
and took a bite of the juicy fruit, enjoying the light sweetness of the juice as she chewed the hard fruit
as she brought out her laptop.
The only vaguely new thing she owned.
It was bought by her mum on her 7th birthday.
It is small and plain, but she liked it, because you have to be grateful for every little thing—because you never knew when they will be no more.
She flipped to Herostragram,
where villain fights are posted from the security cameras—
mostly hero stuff.
Well, but a mine of information if you know what you are doing.
She clicked on the oldest to the newest number two hero’s fights
and man, she clicked her tongue.
His technique is good, his quirk control impressive—
but the amount of collateral damage? And the unnecessary violence?
If he has bad control over his quirk, it can be excused to some degree—
But with his level, she doubted it.
He should focus on temperature regulating
and, most importantly,
keep his head clean of distraction
or anger.
Anger and emotion clouding your judgment can falter even the best control quirks.
In his case—even worse: death.
His quirk is flashy and destructive and strong— the perfect quirk
for a limelight hero.
But it can also be a very dangerous quirk.
Since fire can get out of control fast.
Currently, his body temperature
by a fight is 40°C,
a dangerous temperature for a human. But his body is different. His tissues, his organs, his cells—
are naturally heat resistant.
As a theory, his body heat is higher than average, and if his body hair is inflammable
in contact with air—which he uses to ignite his hair—
that is how he should be, according to her analysis of how he creates flames.
She isn’t sure.
He is strong
and fast and has good reflexes—nearly perfect
and supernatural for someone without strength or enhancing quirks.
But he is way too focused
and is way too easy to anger.
But his pride hinders his control. He could be even better if he stayed rational in a fight.
Since his flames normally
are around 44°C.
But when angry or in a fight,
it raises up to 55 to 60°C,
which can cause fatal burns.
Too long without rescue—
the second-degree burns can turn into third-degree.
And the smoke
can cause lung cancer.
But when truly angered or enraged,
his flames are 600 to 1,100°C—
which is the equivalent of a house fire.
Which is fatal for a human being.
Even his body
probably can’t stand it for too long.
She knew because she did do research on fire heat,
etc.—
because she also had to deal with burn wounds.
She knew
he could direct his fire with precision
and is able to aim.
But the fact
is either:
he couldn’t control the distance his flame shoots,
or he didn’t learn it,
or he just didn’t think he needed it.
She does wonder if his lungs are either stronger than average or mutated
to normalize the amount of smoke he inhales.
His attack
Hell Spider showed her that he indeed can aim—
but that didn’t help him to get on her good side.
’Cause then what are all of those civilian injuries and villain casualties
and infrastructure damage?
Can’t he manipulate the heat of the flames while he attacks?
Or is he just careless?
Most of the villains he deals with
are permanently disfigured
or have burns so deep that they lost function in one part or died
of lung cancer.
What a hero.
And she hummed, annoyed. When does he even get check-ups,
or counseling, which should be
mandatory for all heroes?
Or when does he take care of his own body?
A powerful quirk often has the worst drawbacks.
This could seriously cause long-term damage.
She is annoyed
she couldn’t find his health records.
That is important
for one of her theories.
’Cause the number two hero’s
lifespan
might be dramatically shortened.
Not because of murder—
but because
of his quirk.
And for that, she needed his
medical files.
She pondered—
should she hack into the Hero Commission files? Theoretically, she could try, since she indeed learned about coding. And she is 90% sure the Hero Commission kept vital safety information and all of their dirt inside, because they wanted to keep power.
And once accidentally hacked into a police station system—she swore she wasn’t trying to, she was just messing around.
But if the Hero Commission keeps such information away
and ignoring it could be seen as a violation of the health law worldwide—
They can be sued.
Or she can get sued.
For hacking.
Should she hack the Hero Commission?
Well, their security might be higher and more complex codes, but she never will give up
once she sets her mind on something.
But still—that would be a nice challenge.
Or should she not?
Well… you never know.

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hey all sorry that I vanished for two weeks ?three weeks ?Sorry I am horrid at time management and I had been working on some more aus which I might publish and get back into my account on quotev where I had some pretty good fan fiction ideas but I cant get in .

I will still be updating this fic only it might be slower since school is starting for me .
And keep your eyes open I might be starting another au soon .

Well once I got this one to be more popular and on going .

Who knows how long it is gonna take
I will try updating this week Sunday at latest

again thank you all for all the views I got I never thought I did get over hundred lol

see you all

xoxo IceKitsune

(And take care of yourselves)

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Hey all ,surprise I am still Alive !
Sorry for my long disappearance.

School started and our teachers are piling up work .
Like we are starting to get hella serious since ya we are about to reach our senior years .

And I had some stuff in my personal Life doctors ect .
New medication you know .

I will start updating again
Starting next Sunday promise !

But then omg over 500 hits I am so suprised I never thought this silly story would get over 100.

Thank you all I am really really grateful for that
And I hope I don’t sound too desperate do I ?

But then I might also start a new Story soon !
I had those little funny ideas

Over the last one two months !

And I have been working on some official art for this fic !

I might post them soon who knows !
And now since we are starting to get into the plot I will start separating them into arcs !
And for every Arc I will post a new Art for it .

So I hope you are exited as I !

Bye bye

Xoxo
IceKitsune

Ps:Stay Healthy and happy !