Some of the earliest memories Denki remembers are his parents smiling faces. They looked at him as if he was the joy of their world - a treasure. Alas, good things never last.

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"Mama! Papa!" A four-year-old Denki screamed with a smile stretched across his face. "I got my quirk!"

He beamed at his parents when they rushed in, excited to show them his quirk.

"Come on honey! Show us!" His mother urged him.

So he did.

His brought his hands up in front of him and aimed it to the right of his parents and pushed.

The same wonderful, freeing feeling shot out from him, going in every direction and encompassing all. His sweet moments of freedom were harshly pulled back to reality with the sound of his parent's screams.

He turned around and the world went black.

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"Denki! Come down here, now!" His father called from downstairs.

The 8-year-old Denki picked himself up from the floor with a sigh and made his way downstairs. He wasn't particularly fond of his parents now, they mostly ignored him and well, that saddened him at first but now he was more or less used to it.

"I looked at your grades." His father called out to him as Denki arrived into the living room. "You got a 43% on your maths. 60% in English and 64% in Japanese? How dare you? I won't have an idiot for a son."

Denki cowered as his father stood up, afraid of what the furious expression would entail. He was promptly led upstairs by his father's steel hands.

"Now, don't you dare come out of this room until you read this book and do these exercises." His father shoved a thick book and loose papers into his hands. "Oh, and also a bit of motivation - you aren't eating until you are done."

The door slammed behind him and Denki broke down crying.

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"Why are you such a nerd?"

"No one likes know it all's. Kaminari!"

"If you want to be our friend you have to drop the 'smart nerd' act."

"Shut up loser!"

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The pattern of his father forcing him to study continued. First with maths, then English, Japanese, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Music. His father didn't accept anything less than perfection - in this case, anything less than 92% was harsh punishments. Hell, he even made him practice his quirk until he was, as his father called it, 'short-circuited'.

But, it wasn't all bad per se, he had friends. Though, they didn't appreciate him being intelligent and straight up told him to stop it - so, he acted like an idiot. It was easier that way anyway.

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"I thought you were smart?"

"Hah, an idiot always stays an idiot."

"What's up with that quirk? It's scary!"

"Moron!"

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"Kaminari! What did you get on that test? It was super hard!" One of his friends exclaimed. "I got 59%. Eh, pretty good right?"

Kaminari smiled at him, covering his 95% mark and only responded with: "Yeah, it was horrible! I got a 46%. I feel so bad."

"Aw, it's ok. It's not your fault you aren't the brightest."

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"Get up Denki! A future hero isn't so weak!" His father snarled at his 14-year-old son."Get up, coward!"

Denki whined as he was harshly pulled upwards. Everything hurt. It was just so so painful. Oh god, I can't do this.

"I can't!" Denki cried out as one of his ribs gave a loud 'snap'.

"Don't bullshit me, boy. A hero has to be strong!" His father snapped at him winding back a glowing fist.

Crack.

And the world went black.