A/N: Hello I'm reaganrose1315, this is my first MHA story. Sorry for spelling and or grammar errors. I like to hear your reviews. And if you like GOT I have a story for that, so enjoy, my fellow nerds and geeks.

"What is fate? How does it work? Is it even real? Is a person? Or is something abstract? If there is a God or some other higher being, then why give me my life? Why give you, yours? What cruel factories make out our lives the way they are? What or who decided it? At the end of it all, you ask, "Why me? What did I do to get this?" what we do is get born. We have no control over any of it. Fate is unknowable. Incomprehensible. It's like a comet, we don't pick where or when it hits. It just does."

"Wow. I just said 'The sky looks nice tonight,' ." I glared at my green haired best friend.

"Midoriya, you are killing me. I'm trying to have a deep moment here. Try and act like the intenseness is meaningful,"

"Kaida," Izuku wined, "You have been trying to be deep all night long. Can't we just enjoy looking at stars for once?" I sighed and smiled at him.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Thank you." We laid on our backs and looked up at the stars we could see. Living close to a city meant you couldn't see the night sky as clearly as you wanted. I remember when I used to stay with my grandparents in the summer, I could see billions of stars because they live in the country away from lights. Looking at the sky was a nice way to run away from your reality for a while. What was my oh-so-sucky reality? Well, both of my parents were Pro-Heroes. All three of my older brothers were close to that goal too. And oh, yeah, I was the first person in my family to be quirkless.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. My life was a never-ending headache. Kids at school teased me and Izuku for not being like 80 percent of the human race. My parents and my grandparents all told me that it didn't matter, that I was still special. Yeah, like I believed that. My brothers used to tease me when I was younger about not having a quirk like them, but once they reached the age of 15 it whipped out of them and they became like my parents.

My parents were my heroes in every way. My dad was Lightning Strike. He could generate lightning and shoot it at his enemies. My mom was Dragana. She could turn into a dragon-like, looking monster and breathe fire and everything. She also could breathe any other elements and had different dragon forms based on her environment too. My brothers all got different forms of my mom's quirk. Everyone assumed when I was born that I would be the child that got my dad's quirk. I wanted to be like my dad, more than anything. My dad was my idol, next to my mom,( and All Might, but only a little, I'm enough like Izuku as it is.). I felt like I could do anything when I was with him. The only time I didn't was when I was five and the doctor said, even though I did have a double jointed pinky toe, it didn't seem likely that I would ever get a quirk. They couldn't really explain it, I just couldn't get my quirk. My parents took me to five different doctors, all said the same thing.

When I was a little girl I ran crying to my Grandma Lillian, my father's mother. I asked her why I didn't get to have a quirk. I wanted it more than anything. My grandmother at the time still looked young. She had long blonde hair and soft violet eyes. She had a tattoo on her right forearm of the American flag, a moment to her brother and the country she came from.

She said that life doesn't always happen how we think it will. My grandfather, my mother's father, put his hands on my shoulder when I was a little younger than six. He said even though I didn't have a quirk, it didn't mean I still couldn't be a hero.

I know the life of a cop or an EMT was something I should focus my energies on, and I did, kinda. What I did most of the time was run around the city watching heroes fight villains, train like I was some badass war god, and do nerdy stuff with Izuku.

You may be wondering how I met my little green cinnamon roll of a friend, well I was seven. My mom had taken me to the park to play, but I didn't want to. All the kids were playing a game that had them use their quirks, and I knew they wouldn't let me in so a ran to the sandbox and played on my own. Soon a little green haired boy with an All Might action figure came up and asked if he could play too. We hit it off right away and we never really left each other since.

I looked over to Izuku. He was smiling, he always tried to smile. His hands were behind his head and his feet were tapping together. I turned my head to the sky again, but I poked my finger at his head.

"Poke," I said, with a dead tone. He looked at me and laughed and I laughed too. Being with Izuku made my life, I don't know, not suck as much. He was the Yin to my Yang. The Robin to my Batman. He was my wingman, and I was his.

I noticed with nights like this, the ones I liked the most, me and Izuku never really talked. We just sat quietly in each other presence and were happy with the fact that we weren't, alone. He was my only friend, but he was the best one you could ask for. Soon the silence ended.

"Izuku, dear," my mom's voice called, "Your mom just called, she says she wants you home now."

"Okay," we both said at once. My mom went back in the house and I helped Izuku up before we climbed down from the roof. I looked at him and then held out my arms, giving him the silent command of "hug". I hugged him tightly, resting my chin on his shoulder and said: "What do we remember?"

"You're awesome," he said.

"And?"

"I am too."

"And"

"You love me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your best friend and you're mine."

"Well done," I said letting him go. We do our very nerdy, super lame best friend handshake and he leaves. I stayed in the backyard for a while with my arms crossed looking up at the night sky. Not much later my mom was calling me inside so I didn't catch a cold. I went into the house and saw my parents cleaning dishes.

My mom was average height. She had black hair that went to her shoulders and had natural streaks of violet in it. Her eye sometimes went slit, but they were always amber. The was a long scar running down the left side of her face, starting just above her eyebrow and going to the corner of her lip. It didn't take away any of her beauty though. Mom had gotten that scar when I was around six, she had had one of the biggest fights of her career. She wore mostly black shirts with tan pants when she was at home.

My dad was about 6'2" and had blonde hair that was neatly cut. His eyes, if you looked right into them, were the most shocking electric blue ever. He had an easy look at him if that made any sense. Dad wore black or navy shirts with dark jeans.

I was 5'9 with pale skin, dark black hair, and my dad's eyes. My brothers and I all seemed to take after our mom and got our dad's eyes. I looked small from a distance, but I was strong. I was strong and I had muscles. I could throw two hundred pounds over my head. I had been training like I did have a quirk since I was five. My mom didn't like it at first but Dad made her see that my training was one of the only things that made me happy.

I sat down at the table and began tapping my finger against the surface. Dad turned and looked at me with a smile. He looked back to the dishes and said, "You know you are tapping "The Black Parade" in Morse code right?"

I looked at him and realized that he was right. I sighed and slumped into my chair more. I looked at the floor as our cat, Bosco came and crawled into my lap. I mindlessly stroked his head and my mom said, "Did you think about that talk we had?"

"You mean the one where I try to get into U.A.?" I asked. Mom made an "Mhh" sound. I sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"I don't see the point," I said.

"Kaida," Dad said, "Don't be like that. You've wanted to go there forever. Your brothers all went. So did me and your mom."

"I don't have a quirk Dad," I said throwing my hand in the air and letting them drop again.

"They change that rule," Mom said, trying to sound optimistic.

"That's right," Dad said, "You and Izuku, could be the first quirkless people to get in."

"No one will ever take me seriously," I said closing my eyes and crossing my arms. I heard my dad sigh and he turned and looked at me.

"Kaida Raitoningu," he said "You work so hard with everything you do. You get perfect grades, you train hard. If you want something bad enough then, damn it, you can do it." I looked at him now.

"If U.A. is something you want, that go for it. Mom and I will help you in every way we can. You are someone who is strong enough to be a hero and if anyone says otherwise then, fuck'em." Dad said throwing his hand in the arm. Mom scoffed and said, "Really, Masato?"

"Not now dear, I'm having a moment," Dad said, holding up a finger. Mom rolled her eyes and walked over to me. I sat up and she put her chin on my head. "We love you Kaida, we want you to be happy. No matter what other people say." she kissed my head and told me to go to bed.

My room was painted black, dark violet, and navy. I had a bed, a desk, a dresser, and a nightstand. In one corner of the room I had my drawing thing and in the opposite corner, I had my guitar. The wall was covered with posters of heroes. Only two of which were my parents. But there were a few band and movie and tv show posters too. Above my desk was a bulletin board covered in pictures of my with either family member or Izuku.

I pulled down the shade of my window and began taking off my clothes. I put on an oversized t-shirt and crawl into bed. Right before I turned off the light I looked at my nightstand. There are five things on it. One was the lamp that had stars in the shade. Then there was an All Might alarm clock Izuku got me for my birthday last year. And then there were three pictures. The first one was me and Izuku. I had been at New Years and were where on bundled up and sitting on the roof like we always did. The second was me with my brothers. We were sitting in the living room together, and my oldest two brothers were wrestling. We all looked so happy at that moment. It was taken about three years ago maybe. The last picture was of my parents. They were in the suits talking to policemen. The looked so, important. There were chaos and destruction around them but they looked calm. I remembered when I was taken. I was eight, a villain had caused so much destruction in the downtown area. Mom and Dad were able to stop him all on their own. Both of their arms were crossed, and they look to be paying deep attention. It was my favorite picture of them.

I turned off my lamp and pulled the covers over my body. I shut my eyes and nestled into bed. Tomorrow would probably suck, but hey, almost every day of school did.

My alarm beeped around 7:15. I mindlessly made my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. I wrapped my hair in a towel and walk back to my room to put on my black school uniform after combed my long black hair. Once I was ready, I threw my things into my backpack and walked out to the kitchen.

Mom and Dad were dressed for work. Mom was nursing a cup of coffee while looking at the paper and Dad was trying to do a crossword. I sat down next to them and began eating.

Dad asked, "Hey, what's a-"

"Injustice," my mom said not looking away from her paper. Dad and I look at her. "How do you do that ?" he asked. Mom smiled and looked at him, "It's a gift," she said. When I was done eating I kissed my parent's goodbye and jogged to Izuku's house. He was waiting for me and we began walking.

We started running when were heard there were some heroes fighting a villain. We got as close as we could and watched in awe. This is going to sound a little weird but, I don't think I could ever get tired of watch people fight. When it was done, Izuku was making notes in his journal asking my opinion. While he was doing that I got out my sketchbook and began drawing the scene. I was a rough sketch, but I would redo it when I was pretending to focus on biology. I looked at my watch and me and Izuku both realized that we had to get to school. Like now.

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Have you ever wanted to punch a teacher? I have, and let me tell you, I wanted nothing more. Not that he did anything really, but he did bring up the fact that all of us were going to try to get into U.A. Yeah because you're totally not discriminating against the only two kids in the whole school who don't have quirks, and who happen to be in the very class you talking to. I could deal with the teasing and the mockery that the other kids gave me with the idea of me even thinking about going. What I couldn't handle was not being able to protect Izuku without getting detention. Their words hurt him more than they did me. I gripped the sides of my desk so tight my knuckles turn even player.

When class ended I made my way to Izuku, just wanting to get out of the place, but, of course, we were stopped by the grand jackass himself.

"Leave us alone Katsuki, and give me the journal!" I said give him the death glare after he pushed Izuku to the ground, taking his guide. I stood toe to toe with him, standing in front of Izuku so he couldn't get to him.

The other boy gave me a nasty smiled before lighting the book on fire and throwing it out the window. My and Izuku ran trying to catch it but fail. I looked at my friend. I thought he might cry. I turned back to Katsuki, my fist clench.

"What the hell's your deal?!" I asked, "Give me five ways you're better than us not counting the fact that you have a quirk," I said pointing a finger at him, "You can't! You think you're the best but really you a jerk. Izuku is more of a hero than you." I said crossing my arms, "Strength and power aren't what's going to make you a hero." Katsuki walked closer to me.

"You and Deku really want to be heroes?" he said, "Then why don't to two go hold hands a jump of the roof, praying you'll have a quirk in your next life."

I then did what some people called, "snapping". I grabbed Katsuki by his shoulders and rammed my knee into his groin. Then I pushed him to the ground, grabbing Izuku hand walking out of their as fast as I could.

When we got out of the building I put my arm around his shoulders. "He's a jerk, Midoriya, don't you ever listen to him. Ya hear?" I said looking at him.

"You don't just go telling people to kill themselves," he said, his head hung and his voice low. We reach the little pool where Izuku's journal laid. He fished it out and said, "My work reduced to fish food." I knew that he was close to crying and I hugged him tighter than I ever did before.

"You are so much better than him, Izuku," I said, "You are the nicest person I know." He hugged me back. "What do we remember?" I asked

"You're awesome."

"And?"

"I am too."

"And?"

"You love me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your best friend and you're mine."

"Good job," I said letting him go. I punched his shoulder lightly and smiled, "Always smile," I said. He laughed and nodded his head.

"So," I said, "I going to go home and train for a few hours. But at seven we are going to your house and we are going to your roof and, we can look at hero stuff on the internet. Sound good?"

He nodded and we went your spirit ways. I ran home and changed into sweats and a black tank top. I lift, stretch, and punch a bag for a few hours. I let my anger out in training. It was the only way I knew how. I was mad a lot of the time. My at the kids in school, the world, myself. It wasn't fair. What did I get to deserve this? After a few hours, I was tired. I laid on the floor of the gym in our house breathing heavily. Sweat covered every inch of my body.

Once my strength came back I showered and put on some jeans and a navy t-shirt. I saw on the new that there had been a slime villain and he had taken someone as his flesh suit or something. It looked like the heroes were having trouble getting everything together, but then All Might show up. It looked like Dad was one the hero who was trying to help before All Might showed up.

I turned off the new and laid on the couch and petted Basco. I heard someone come in the house.

"Hey," I called out to, someone.

"Hey," I heard my dad's tired voice call. I sat up and looked at him. He looked tired and worn. A feeling of relief washed over me. Growing up with both of your parents being Pro-Heroes, isn't easy. There are nights when you don't know if your parents are going to come home or not. You watch the news and hold your breath, and you pray to God to let your parents live through the day. It's scary, it's hard.

I got up slowly and walked over to my dad, and I hugged him. He sighed and hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. We stayed there for awhile, the noise was the dropping of the skin. The dark blue material of his suit felt warm. He stroked my hair and rocked me a bit.

When he did let me go her pushed some of my hair back. "It's been a long day," he said walking to the cabinet to get either liquor or some coffee. He got coffee, and then he looked at me. "There was a kid in your class who got caught by the villain. And then I don't where he came from but Izuku had shown up. The kid ran like a bullet trying to help."

My blood ran cold and I froze. I whipped around and looked at my dad. He saw my face and said. "Don't worry, he's fine. He and the other kid made it out of there just fine. A little shaken up but other than that, they're good." he said. I wasn't listening, I had already run out the of the house.

Izuku lived about five minutes away, and even though I had run there faster than I ever had in my life it felt like a million years before I got there. When I did get there, Izuku was climbing up the steps to his house. I called his name and turned to look at me. I could see the dried tears on his face. When I got close enough, I threw my arms around his neck. It knocked him back a bit but he returned my embraced. I was crying and holding him so tight as if I let him go he disappear.

"What happened?" I asked.

"It's a long story," he said. I let him go after about ten minutes. We looked at each other. We had knew one and other tall enough to know when we need to talk.

"Roof," I said, "You got five minutes," I said. He nodded and went into his house, and I climbed to the roof. Waited for five minutes with my arms crossed. The sun was setting, the sky was a beautiful orange color. Everything felt warm and bright, so different from how I felt. Izuku came in a change of clothes and sat next to me. He had his computer and his journal. I looked at him, and he sighed handing me the journal. I opened it to the place he had it save. When I saw it I gasped and covered my mouth. It was signed by All Might. I tried and kinda failed, to keep my excitement in. I looked at my best friend.

"What happened after I left you, today?" I asked. Izuku was hugging his knees to his chest and sighed.

"I don't know if I can tell you," he said. My eyebrow freud together as I put my hand on his shoulder and made him look at me.

"Hey," I said, "What's our deal? No matter what happens we always tell each other what wrong. I'm there for you and you for me. You can tell me anything Midoriya." He looked at me.

"Swear on our friendship you won't tell?" he asked. I nodded and held out my hand so we could do the handshake. Izuku took a deep breath and told me, everything. When he was done we were quiet.

"You risked your life to help Katsuki? What's wrong with you?" I said trying to joke with him. He smiled weakly and ran a hand through his hair. We were quiet again.

"So One for All?" I asked he nodded. "And you're going to try and get into U.A.?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Well, it's settled then," I said.

"What is?" he asked with his head tilted to the side.

"We will both get into U.A. together. You will become the next All Might and I will be the first quirkless person to get into U.A." I turned and looked at him. "We live our dream together. Sound good?" Izuku smiled at me.

"Yeah, sounds good," he said. I pulled him into a side hug. When we broke apart I asked him, "So my dad yelled at you?"

"Well, it's more like it looked like he yelled at me when really he said that he was impressed that I ran to help."

"Sounds like my dad," I said nodding. We were quiet again. "We're going to take on the world Midoriya. You and me."

"Can't wait," he said. We then got out his computer and looked a hero stuff wondering what the future would hold.