Author's POV

In a world where nearly eighty percent of the population had superhuman abilities, called quirks, finding a couple where neither individual had any sort of quirk was a rarity. However, this was the case for emergency room nurse Jaykira and her construction worker husband Jian.

Jaykira had come from a rather poor family, as had her husband, and their lack of quirks had made success difficult in even normal careers. Despite the fact that their work didn't truly require the use of a quirk, it was looked at as though they were deficient in some way for not having developed one. The overall result was that while they did manage to maintain jobs, they had to work ten times harder than everyone around them to prove their competence, and they did it all for less pay. This meant that they lived in a run-down little one bedroom house on the far outskirts of Musutafu because it was the most they could afford.

Despite this, they were happy and loved everything about one another and their lives together. Their first child was the happiest moment of their lives, and while the extra mouth to feed increased the number of hours both of them were required to work it didn't matter. That little girl, and the little boy and girl that followed a few years later were another source of light for the happy couple. They would sacrifice anything to take care of their children, do anything for them.

That's why, when their oldest daughter is four and presents with a quirk, they are overjoyed but also worried. They can't afford to send their children to school, let alone a school that would adequately teach them to handle their quirks. They knew they were going to have to homeschool them with the help of the children's grandparents, who watched the children while they worked, but would it be enough?

However, their oldest child didn't seem to mind, and when their other two children were older they didn't seem to mind either. They were happy because their parents were happy and loved them, and their grandparents were the same way. To the children of Jaykira and Jian, their parents were the greatest heroes of all.

Tragedy, of course, strikes in all of our lives, and a bus crash damages their oldest daughters leg when she's eight years old. Her mother and father escape with barely scratches, but the nerves, bones, and muscles in their child's legs will never be the same. She'll have to wear a brace for the rest of her life, but she's as happy and lively as she was before the accident. However, she comes out of it with a new resolve- becoming a pro-hero.

Akira Grace POV, The Day She Got Her Quirk, Age 4

The picture in front of me was really pretty, I just wished the characters could play with me. My brother and sister are still too little to play much with me. Suddenly the little people on the paper start moving around waving at me and smiling as they played. I clapped joyfully and my mother came to see what had me going on so. Gasping she leaned down and picked me up, spinning me around, a big smile on her face.

"You've got a quirk! Oh, how wonderful! I wonder what exactly it does, do you wanna try again?" Smiling and laughing I called for her to put me down and picked up my pen to draw a flower when I touched the pen to the paper the ink poured out and formed a flower on the paper!

"MAMA! It's so pretty, I never drawed that good before." Smiling, she promises to make me a treat to celebrate and goes back into the kitchen to finish the dishes.

Akira Grace POV, The Day of the Accident, Age 8

We'd gone to register my quirk today since I'm homeschooled we had to go way into the city to do it so I could take a test. They labeled my quirk as 'Ink Master', they explained it to me using a lot of big words and gave me some pamphlets and things to look over. The only thing I remember is that it's a psychokinetic connection with ink and coloring dyes that lets me mess with them to make them do things on and off of objects like paper.

I didn't care what it was exactly, I just like making pictures with it. Papa sits beside me, dozing off occasionally, tired from the second job at the factory he took. His construction job was off for the day, something to do with a code violation issue. He still gets paid though, so that's nice. Suddenly the bus stops in its tracks as it crashes into something.

I think I scream as I'm thrown from my seat, the bus is crashed into again, and I feel feel something metal crush down onto my leg. My father is calling for me from among the other injured and frightened passengers that are scrambling for the exit. As they escape, with the help of someone I think is a pro-hero helping them exit, my father stays behind. He finds me there, the heavy metal seat crushed down on my leg. He calls for the help of the hero at the exit, but either he doesn't hear or he has more important things to do because no one comes. My father looks frightened for me, and looks around, finding a piece of metal he positions it to use as a pry bar. His heavy frame allows him to bend the metal away from my leg just enough to get me out from under the seat. Picking me up gingerly he rushes out of the damaged bus, and we look around at the chaos.

There are several villains running about, and chaos is everywhere. That's the last thing I remember until I woke up three days later, to the news that my leg would never work properly again. I was devasted for a moment, but then I had a thought. A hero hadn't saved me that day, and from the news on the t.v. that I watched, All Might had to come save the day. It was the first time I'd ever heard about him on a t.v. as we didn't have one at home. It was like heroes knew he'd show up and save them and the citizens if they couldn't handle the situation, the footage almost made it look like they were playing it safe. Afraid to risk too much.

My father, one of my personal heroes, hadn't shared that fear. He'd saved me, a real hero risks everything to save people. I decided that the world needed to be reminded of that, and I decided that I become a great hero. Not like All Might, or any other pro-hero, but like my parents. Like my father and mother.

Akira Grace POV, Present Day

"Akira, I'm going to work now, drop your brother and sister off at Grandpa Toro's before you head out, okay?" Nodding I give my mother a passing hug, and call out for my siblings to get ready as she leaves, wishing me luck before she closes the door. Today is the day of my entrance exam for U.A., I had applied to a lot of schools, any of the ones that didn't charge tuition, but most wouldn't let me take their exams because 'my injury is too much of a liability'. However, U.A. had allowed me to take it. I'm not sure I'll pass and the representative for the school that had visited to 'assess the seriousness of my particular condition' had seemed wary on if I could pass the hero exam, and encouraged me to apply for independent study and generals as well to better my chances of acceptance. They had given me the proper forms to fill out for my 'support devices', so my brace and crutch, and I filled out another to allow me to take in my belt with ink cartridges that connects to the waist area of my brace. They had all been accepted, and now all I could do was to take the tests and find out how I did. I was, in all honesty, more worried about the written exams than the practical. I've never been good at school work.

"But sissy! We wanna watch your exams!"

"Yeah! Yeah! We wanna go with!"

I sighed and smiled at my younger twin siblings, they really were like our mom sometimes. All enthusiasm, loud voices and passion about things, and quick to anger too. I'm kind of glad I got dad soft but strong silent personality. Then again, it suits their quirks just fine. The doctor's had been shocked by how different they were from mine, but we are first generation quirk users so it was kind of to be expected. While I had a psychokinetic type of power allowing me to control ink and dyes, they had a kind of power-up type quirks. Kaharo was the spitting image of our mother(in the face at least), long strawberry blond curls and cobalt eyes, and the quirk that allowed her to either augment her speed or strength at one time was something I could have seen our mother having as well. Kaito also had our mother's blond hair, but he possessed our father's forest green eyes, his quirk was similar to Kaharo's but he could augment both quirks simultaneously.

"You can't come with, you have to stay with Grandpa Toro. I'll tell you all about them when I get home later, alright? I'm even bringing a treat home with my work bonus from the hotel- for all the hours I've been picking up. But only if you promise to behave!" The incentive of a treat calmed them down, and I dropped them off with my grandfather without incident. The exam didn't start for several more hours, but I needed all the travel time I could get.

The train station had been crowded, but I'd managed to get to the otherside of Musufatsu without a problem. However, as I eyed the stairs up to U.A. I couldn't help but sigh. This is exactly why I left early, stairs are my worst nightmare. They're a hassle to get up when one leg doesn't respond properly, and they take a lot longer for me that most people. Swinging my back up higher on my shoulder, and repositioning my leg brace, I get to work overcoming my first obstacle.

By the time I'm nearing the entrance, other students are filing past me. Some people give me a second glance, most likely out of shock, but no one stops to speak with me or anything of that nature. Then, some kid runs right into me and I hit the ground forcefully.

"Hey! Watch where the hell you're going! Who the fuck do you think- oh." This kid with wild white hair and red eyes is looking at me now, and when his eyes make contact with my brace he seems startled. However, after collecting himself he continues.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Stay out of my way!" He storms past me, kicking my crutch just out of range on his way. What a dick, I kind of respect the fact that he didn't treat me differently because of the brace though. That's a first for me. Another young man comes up and hands me my crutch, offering a hand to help me up.

"Yo, you good? I'm Kirishima." Nodding I accept his help gratefully, and he walks with me the short distance left to the testing room.

"Gah, you're like the fifth person I've helped up cause that dude bowled 'em over! He seems pretty reckless, oh I didn't catch your name."

"I'm, uh, Akira, are...you here for the hero exams too?" Nodding he activates his quirk in a demonstration.

"Yeah, I can harden my body to make it as hard as stone! Pretty cool right? What's your quirk?"

"Oh, um, I can manipulate ink and dyes. So it's not... not anything too impressive." Gawking Kirishima shakes his head.

"Nah! That's wicked cool! I bet you're a great artist too right? I saw the cover of the notebook in your back, I thought it was store bought but I bet you did it yourself, huh?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, I did. I didn't think it was that good." Before he can say anything else about it we reach the testing room.

"Oh, look, we're here. I'll uh, catch you later Kirishima." I don't see it, but I can feel the odd look he gives me as I find a seat.

"Right, see you later."