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My family had been always been quirkless. As long as quirks have been around, not a single member of my family had had a quirk, on both my mother's and my father's sides. They used to tell me that that was one of the things that brought them together: their lack of powers.

When I was born, everyone assumed that I would be the same as the rest of my family: quirkless. How could I have had a quirk? No one really knew what caused quirks to appear in the first place, and scientists still only had a few tentative hypothesis as to how they were passed down amongst families. However, it was generally accepted that quirks were like any other physical trait, and required a combination of dominant and recessive genes to manifest.

Since no one in the history of my family had ever had a quirk, it went without saying that we simply lacked the genes for any of us to have them. And until I was 8 years old, that was what we all believed. That I was just another plain member of the Shiamasu family: quirkless and ordinary.

When I turned 6 and showed no sign of developing a quirk, it didn't really faze me too much. I had long since accepted that I would be like the rest of my family. Was I just a little disappointed? Of course. What little kid doesn't dream about having super powers and saving the world? Especially in our superhuman society?

But at the same time I was relieved. While it would have been cool to have a quirk, I was afraid of what might happen if I did develop one. I didn't want to be different from my mom and dad, or my cousins, or my uncles and aunts. And I especially didn't want to be different from my Dad's parents.

My grandmother and grandfather were both quirkless, like the rest of my family. But they were unique in that they hated quirks. They saw quirks as unnatural and perverse. They believed that humans were meant to be ordinary like us, and referred to people with quirks as "impure".

When I was 7, I asked my dad why they hated quirks so much, he only shook his head and smiled a small, sad smile. But that smile didn't reach his eyes. As little 7 year old me looked into my father's eyes, I saw an emotion that I wasn't familiar with, and it was only later that I came to realize what that emotion was…

It was deep, heart-wrenching sorrow.

I never asked my dad about it again.

Two years passed, and I started the 2nd grade as the only quirkless kid in my class. My parents were a little afraid that I would be picked on for my lack of a quirk, but it wasn't a problem at all. We had all been together since kindergarten, and they all knew I didn't have a quirk. But they didn't treat me any differently because of it. Besides, as far as quirks go my class was pretty weak. My classmates may have all had quirks, but none of them were particularly powerful or dangerous. To be perfectly honest, they were all pretty harmless.

Half the year went by without a hitch, and my life was about as normal as you would expect an 8 year old's life to be. I learned how to multiply and divide. I played with my friends. I ran errands with my parents. And of course, I watched superheroes on TV. Everything was going great.

But all of that changed when we got a new classmate. When we all walked into class on that fateful February morning, he was standing up front by the teacher's desk. He was huge by a 2nd grade standard, with wild brown hair that was blown back as if he had stuck his head out the window of a fast car. He glared at as all as we walked in, crossing his arms and sneering. One of my friend's gawked at him for a moment, and the new kid whipped his head around and growled, baring sharp fangs like a wolf.

I felt a chill run down my spine at that moment and a moved quickly to my desk, eager to get away from the mysterious boy.

Once everyone had taken their seats my teacher introduced the boy as Konaa Sumisu, and told us that he would be joining our class. My teacher told us all to be kind and to treat Sumisu as our friend. When my teacher asked him if he would like to say anything to us, he just rolled his eyes and took a seat in an empty desk in the back row.

It didn't take us long for us all to figure out what Sumisu's quirk was. It was a powerful quirk which he proudly called lycanthropy. It gave him the power to grow fangs and claws like a wolf at will, on top of night vision and enhanced strength and ferocity.

At first we were all in awe of Sumisu; we had never had a classmate as powerful as him before. Some of us thought he might even have been strong enough to become a pro hero. The way he carried himself, the way he interacted with us, it was a new experience for all of us. We had never seen arrogance like his before, and we were drawn to its novelty.

That novelty wore off quickly though, and we began to see Sumisu for what he really was: a beast.

Even though the use of quirks was forbidden in school, Sumisu still used his quirk during recess in order to win. That was another thing we all feared and admired about Sumisu: the incredible control he had on his power. Most of my classmates only had two choices for the quirks. Either they used it at 100% or not at all. A few of the others could exercise a degree of control over their quirks, but nothing like Sumisu.

Sumisu could control his quirk better than anyone we had ever seen, and he used that to his advantage. He could make himself stronger and quicker, but he could keep himself from growing fangs and claws, so it looked like he was just rough-housing a little bit. A few of the teachers suspected, but they had no proof that Sumisu was using his quirk. Additionally, he was a lot bigger for his age, a fact that his parents used to defend him whenever they were called in to school to explain why Sumisu had sent home one of his classmates with a bad bruise or a bloody nose.

So Sumisu used his power to terrorize our class, and nobody did anything about it. The teachers were helpless without proof, and none of us were strong enough or brave enough to stand up to him.

For months Sumisu bullied us, berated us, and physically abused us. As soon as we entered our school, no one was safe from his wrath. But no one was subjected to as much abuse as I was.

Just as my grandparents hated people with quirks, Sumisu hated me for my lack one a quirk. Like a predator, he singled me out as the weakest in the class and made me his target. Everyday I came to school shaking, dreadfully awaiting whatever punishment Sumisu had in store for me that day. My classmates began to avoid me as well. Anyone who interacted with me was subjected to the same abuse that Sumisu dealt me, so I was shunned. I wanted to hate my classmates for abandoning me, but I couldn't. I knew what Sumisu was capable of, and I understood that no one wanted to be treated as badly as I was.

Eventually, I came to hate myself for not having a quirk as Sumisu did, and I blamed my family for not being able to give me one. I became withdrawn and sullen, and my parents could only watch helplessly as their only son withered away inside himself.

In those days, my only respite from the torture was my English teacher, Miss Harioka. Miss Harioka was a beautiful young woman who had came to our school that year as an English teacher. She was kind, funny, intelligent, and great with young kids. She was and is to this day, my favorite teacher. She was fond of all of her students, but she especially cared for me. Initially I thought she was giving me special treatment because I didn't have a quirk, but when I asked her about it, she said that wasn't it at all.

"I like you because you're a good person Shiamasu. You genuinely care for others. You're kind and smart, and you'll do great things one day I just know it. Just try to remember me when you're rich and famous, okay?"

As my friends and teachers began to turn their backs on me, and even my parents floundered helplessly for a way to sooth my anguish, Miss Harioka was the only one gave me what I needed: kindness. Whenever I felt angry or depressed, she was always there to dry my tears, make me smile, and support me. In those days, I loved her like my own mother.

Then…

During the last week of school, Sumisu's beatings became even more savage than before. He tortured me relentlessly; constantly verbally abusing me and attacking me whenever he could. Before he was careful, only hitting me in places where the damage couldn't be seen, or teasing me when there weren't any witnesses. But as the last day of school approached he became fanatical in his bullying, abandoning all tact and caution in favor of a constant assault.

On the second to last day of school, he cornered me in an empty classroom and began to use his claws to carve his name onto my stomach. Miss Harioka heard me screaming and rushed in to help. She tried to pull Sumisu off of me, but he growled like a monster and threw her off him and sent her crashing into the wall.

As she collapsed to the floor, a line of blood trickling from her forehead, I felt something snap inside of me. All at once I felt an incredible power flow through my body, like molten lead was being poured into my veins. I stood up and glared at Sumisu, filling my gaze with months of hate and directing it right at him.

But he just stood there and glared right back at me. Then, he smiled and splayed the fingers on his right hand, his nails extending into jagged claws. He kept staring at me and smiling as he bent over and caressed Miss Harioka's cheek with his claws, then cut a red line of blood across it. My vision went crimson with anger and a screamed in rage. Suddenly, I was in front of Sumisu, his smile twisting into a grimace of fear.

Then we were outside the school, my hands wrapped around his throat. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and he frantically clawed at my arms and hands to free himself. I screamed again and began to run, holding Sumisu out at arm's length in front of me. I kept screaming as I ran with Sumisu in front of me all through the town, his arms and legs flapping frantically to free himself. Cars stopped to regard us as we ran by, and all the people we passed froze in shock. Eventually, I stopped in front of my family's apartment and collapsed parking lot, Sumisu lying unconscious next to me.

I came to in the hospital. My parents wept when I regained consciousness and held me for a long time. When I asked why they were crying so much, they told me that I had been unconscious for exactly 72 hours, and that during those three days my body had shut down so that nothing but the most basic bodily functions necessary to keep me alive were working. When I asked why that had happened, they shook their heads and said they didn't know. All they knew was that they had found me outside of our apartment with Sumisu and had brought us both to the hospital when they saw the condition we were in.

That last part confused me, so I asked them what they meant by "our condition". Sumisu wasn't hurt, only a little scared, I said. I then conceded that he may have had a bruised neck from where I was holding him, but other than that he should have been fine.

My parents looked at each other, then back at me. Then they sat down and told me what I had done.

Sumisu's legs and arms were all dislocated, and he had suffered severe whiplash. Not only that, but he seemed to be in shock.

I was stunned. I stared at them, mouth ajar, for seconds before slowly shaking my head in disbelief. There was no way I could have done that! I protested. All I did was run with him!

That's when a new voice chimed in. A tall man stepped out from behind a curtain. He was wearing a long white lab coat and a pair of goggles rested upon his gray hair. He introduced himself as a quirk specialist, and said that I may have only ran with him, but I had been running at 1500 mph. That's when it sank in.

He hadn't been struggling to get free. His arms and legs had been hanging limply, and the speed at which we were moving had made it look like he was trying to free himself.

The cars and people hadn't stopped to look at us. They were moving at normal speed. We were just moving so fast that they appeared to be frozen.

The weight of this revelation struck me like a boulder, and I was once again at a loss for words.

"I...have a quirk?" I asked him. The man nodded and smiled.

"Yes young man, you have a quirk. And quite a powerful one at that."

I can't put into words the emotions that I felt when I heard that news. It was like being hit by a huge wave. So many emotions washed over me all at once, I became lost in the sensation. My parents and I sat there, staring at the man in shock. He stared back at us kindly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The spell was broken when I suddenly burst into tears. After I calmed down, the doctor explained to us that I had always had a quirk, and that I had just never had a reason or opportunity to use it. Without a trigger to manifest my power, it had lain dormant inside of me for two additional years, leading us all to believe that I was as quirkless as the rest of my family. When we asked how it could be that I had a quirk while everyone else in my family was quirkless he simply shrugged.

"Quirks are mysterious things." He said. "We still have no idea what causes them to appear, or what caused them to start appearing in the first place."

The man then explained that further tests were necessary to further establish what my quirk was, but I had to rest and recover before then. As he turned to leave, I asked him what became of Sumisu.

The doctor sighed and turned to me. He said that Sumisu's parents had taken him to another hospital in another town where they had been planning on moving to during the summer. He also said that they wouldn't be pressing charges, as the school administration had video evidence of Sumisu attacking me and Miss Harioka.

Before I could react the doctor turned on his heel and left, leaving my parents and I alone in the hospital room.

Three weeks later I was brought to a special quirk testing facility where they ran a series of tests to determine exactly what my quirk was, as well as test it's limits.

The tests took all day, but at the end of it all my parents and I knew what my power was.

I had a level based quirk which increased my speed and cognitive capability with every increase in level. To put it simply, I get faster and smarter with each level.

My quirk has 10 levels, and my speed and IQ increases with each increase in level. However, with every increase in level, I'm not able to maintain my quirk for as long. Additionally, my body suffers a physical toll with each increase, with level 1 being the mildest and level 7 being the harshest.

Level 1: 45 mph. No huge change in cognitive ability. I'm able to maintain for up to an hour. Afterwards I'm winded and I lose my ability to concentrate.

Level 2: 80 mph. My ability to perform complex equations and judgment in his head improves. Able to maintain for 30 minutes. Can't walk for 30 minutes after, and I develops a headache along with losing my focus.

Level 3: 100 mph. I have complete control over 25% of my brain. Able to maintain for 15 minutes. Can't move at all for an hour afterwards, coupled with minor pain. Bad headache.

Level 4: 200 mph. I have complete control of 33% of my brain. Able to maintain for 7.5 minutes. Muscles begin to deteriorate and my body fails for 6 hours. Severe migraine.

Level 5: 400 mph I have complete control of 45% of my brain. Able to maintain for 3.75 minutes. Body fails for 10 hours coupled with intense pain. Danger of going into shock. At this stage I'm not really capable of coherent thought.

Level 6: 750 mph. I have complete control of 55% of my brain. Able to maintain for 1.5 minutes. Unable to move for one day, and my body experiences pain like fire. Brain shuts down to the bare essentials in order to cool down.

Level 7: 1500 mph. I have complete control of 65% of my brain. Able to maintain for 55 seconds. Complete body shut down for 3 days. Brain effectively shuts down. The only body functions that are preserved are the ones essential to survival.

Levels 8-10: ?

Levels 8-10 are the forbidden levels. The quirk specialists theorized that those last few levels are possible, but the physical toll would be so enormous that permanent damage was extremely likely after using my quirk at that capacity. Additionally, they believe that level 10 would be fatal and they told me to never use my power beyond level 7.

As I left the facility, one doctor handed me a pamphlet and told me that I should read it. He then turned to my parents and said I had a bright future before leaving. I looked down at the pamphlet in my hands and my eyes widened. My eyes traced the outline of the logo that I had seen thousands of times on TV, books, magazines, and other mediums. I looked up and lifted the pamphlet to show my parents.

My mom gasped and covered her mouth and my did grinned and rubbed his eyes fiercely as he gazed upon the U.A. Logo that adorned the cover of the pamphlet.

As I looked at my parents, both of them overcome with pride and joy, I knew what I wanted to do. No, I knew what I had to do.

No matter what, I was going to get into U.A.

And I was going to become a hero.

This is that story.

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