"Dammit…"

A dumpster flew into the wall, tearing a hole in it with a sickening crunch.

She was still angry.

"Dammit!"

A tendril whipped around the air at an almost impossible to perceive speed, coming down on a car chassis and splitting it in half instantly.

She was still angry!

"DAMMIT!"

Her claws manifested once more, much larger than they ever had before as she aimed them out at a line of mannequins. A second later she appeared on the other side of them as they all turned to dust.

She looked over her shoulder, body starting to swirl with dark red tendrils as she growled. The room was still standing and she was still angry!

"DAMMIT!"

Finally she figuratively and literally exploded. Hundreds upon hundreds of small tendrils shot out in every direction, completely destroying everything in the room. They were rigid and unstoppable, tearing through everything.

Had she not been so emotionally overloaded, she might have been happily shouting about how she just pulled off something so destructive it rivalled some pro's special moves.

She'd maybe even feel guilty she probably just destroyed a building worth thousand's and thousand's of yen.

Now though, she was just trying her best not to cry in the rubble of her destruction, almost as destroyed as her friendship she thought bitterly.

She failed to hold back the tears, curling up in a ball and just wishing life didn't hate her like it seemed to.

Why did she have to be the one who was born quirkless?! Why was she the one who had to get the insane freak powers when they just put her in these situations?!

Why did she…

Why did she always have to lose her friends….

"Izuku?! Izuku- Izu…." A familiar voice began to call out, yet the girl didn't bother uncurling from the ball she was in, even as she felt their presence right next to them. "Oh Izuku…."

"P..please…..don't….call me that…."

"H-huh? Ok then…"

It was Kokoa… of course it was. She'd always come by at the same times no matter what in case Midoriya ended up being here, and seeing the building torn to shreds probably hadn't instilled a lot of confidence in her about the greenette's safety. "Can… can I please… go with you…"

"…of course sweetie. You know I'm always here for you, no matter what." The blue haired woman said, slowly lifting her head to look at her. "I mean it. Hero or Vigilante, nephew or niece…you're family."

"Thank you…"

The next day, Midoriya had left early not bothering with school. She had something much, much more important to deal with.

The night before had been quiet, as she had just gone straight to sleep after eating , wanting to escape the nightmare reality had become just for a little bit.

Sadly dreams don't usually tend to be happy when you sleep after these kinds of things. Nightmare after nightmare plagued her that night.

Now, she was swinging from building to building, running across walls to get to one place. Finally she landed on the building just across from her destination and sighed as she took it in.

The police precinct.

It had been all over the news that morning somehow. 'Terror Killer really just little girl?!'

Midoriya could barely stand to watch it but she did, and she was glad she did. Because it told her two important things.

If Rei's claims were proven, she would be sent to a juvenile detention center for god knows how long.

And two… Detective Homura had been released.

With a sigh, in full Prototype clothing the greenette leaped across to the other building, landing beneath the window of the detective and crawling in. He already was sat in his chair facing away.

He'd been expecting her.

"I'm sorry…" Was all she could think to start with, walking around to the front of the man who looked to his door with dead eyes, clicking in his pen. For a moment, the shapeshifter wasn't sure he heard her, then he finally responded.

"Don't be… this mess is my fault." He sighed, slowly beginning to shatter the pen in his grip. "She gave us a full account of your fight, aside from who you were. The memories that were dredged up…. I was such a horrible father and I didn't even realize…"

"Homura…"

"I was so caught up in my work, because I never wanted anything like what happened to Ara to happen to anyone else but I never saw what it was doing to her." He said, with a chocked sob. "I was supposed to guide her to what's right and just and instead I sent her down this path. I should be the one rotting in that cell…."

Midoriya had no idea what to say to that. Was there even anything she could say to that? No… but there was something she could do…

Without giving it another thought she reached up and yanked off her mask, looking up at the detective. He looked at the girl with searching eyes before he sighed. "Midoriya…. Like I expected.

"H-huh?!"

"Your not as subtle as y-you think kid… I've known for a while but we were…pre-occupied." He explained, causing them both to flinch at the topic. "Of course, I'm the only one who knows so I have a duty…"

Midoriya's eyes widened a bit but she made to move to stop him as he pulled out a piece of paper and a ben. He wrote something down on it, before sliding it over. "However I won't have that duty for much longer."

It was a resignation slip.

"Listen, Midoriya. This was my fault, absolutely no one else's. Don't ever blame yourself for this. In the situation you were in, you did the best thing any one can do." The soon-to-be ex-detective said as he stood up, walking towards the door. "You did what you believed was right."

"What happens now?" The greenette asked as the man placed a hand on the door, about to leave. "With you and Rei… and my vigilante work?"

"Well… I may have fucked up big time but the least I can do is try to help her get through this and out the other side. As for you… keep at it. Sometimes people forget in our ages of heroes that a title doesn't mean you are the embodiment of good or evil. You're just someone doing the best you can. If you ever need an off-the-record opinion on something and can't talk to that Kendou woman…well I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out where I live."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Midoriya all alone as her mask reformed around her face. She stood for a few moments, taking it all in before she turned and dived out the window, leaping and flipping from building to building towards her home.

The hallway was dark when she walked in, however the rest of the apartment was bright while Inko bustled around cooking something. Midoriya let out a sigh as she walked in, only getting rid of her mask.

"Mom…I'm home…."

"Huh, Izu….?" The plump woman questioned, before hurrying out into the hall and running to wrap her only child in a hug. "Oh thank goodness you're safe. I… I saw the news… are you ok sweetie?"

"Not…not really…" She answered honestly as she clung on tight, before the older greenette lead her to the living room to sit down. "I can't believe I lost her… so fast…"

"I wish I could say something more than I'm sorry sweetie but… I can't say I have any idea what to say…or do…" Inko said sadly, gently petting her child's head. Midoriya just sniffled before she sat up a little, remembering something.

"H..hey mom, do you still have that book? The one about shape-shifting? I never got a chance to read it…"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's right here." The woman said, shoving aside a small pile of magizines on the coffee table in front of them and pulling out the book. Midoriya took it in hand and opened it up. "I think… the start of chapter 3 is what you might be looking for…"

Flipping through the pages, the child found it and began to read aloud.

"Shapeshifter's and their identities. A common occurrence among fully fledged shape-shifting quirks is a psychological effect commonly referred to as the 'million identities' problem.

With so many options of how one can look and be at their disposal, their original sense of self-identity can be completely fractured. The ability to become someone entirely different makes the user's wonder subconsciously if they are right as they are. More often than not these thoughts spiral until they start affecting conscious decisions.

The most common example is shapeshifter's having a higher likely hood of being transgender or genderfluid because of this. Without knowing the cause, these feeling can alarm those who begin to experience them, making them think of themselves as wrong when this is not the case.

As far as out studies show, whether you commit to a brand new identity or retain your old one is up to the person. There is no right option as both seem to have the same effect on their mentality once they have accepted their identity again.

Sometimes though, certain parts of preferred identity might bleed though. It's advised to listen to these instead of fighting them, as it might make the acceptance stage that much easier."

So… she probably could have guessed it by now but it was nice to be confirmed…

A small smile graced her face despite herself. So that's why it had been so easy to change to a feminine pronoun, something she realized she was still doing even right now and why she had been fine in feminine clothing.

Could she say she truly knew everything about… her identity or whatever? No… but she could think of one thing involved in it… "Mom...?"

"Yes sweetie?"

She was silent for a moment, taking a breath before looking up at her.

Izuku Midoriya was a symbol of everything that had ever gone wrong in her life so far, a harsh reminder of how unfair life was. But life had given her another chance… one she had to take…

And so….

"Can we….can we try calling me Izumi for a bit, please?"

"…Of course, sweetie." Inko said, giving her the kindest smile she could. "Anything else?"

"Just this for now…"

Izuku Midoriya was left behind, as Izumi Midoriya was born.

Izumi, who would go on to be the true end point for the greenette, as she continued to fight crime for years to come.

The Prototype, who no criminal could stand against no matter how hard they tried. Defined by two villains as she fought. One a monster full of greed and hatred, the other a broken soul in need of healing.

She promised to eradicate the first, she promised to save the second.

Izumi Midoriya, who no one could ever prove was the fearsome vigilante, able to go toe to toe with those she never should have been able to. A girl who sadly would drift away from her other friends over the years, their strongest bond broken.

She promised that she would always remember where she began. A quirkless boy, sat on a lab table, broken and bruised and just wanting to be like everyone else.

Now she was a girl, filled with unbridled power and a want to help others. And she was still different. She was still a freak.

But being a freak is ok. Being different is ok and she never should have ever been ashamed. She let her critics win when she caved but now she could ignore them without concern. She could be who she was truly was.

Whether it be Izumi, the prototype, or whatever.

She was always the one who was there to help, and nothing could ever top her original adventures.

Well, at least not until it was time to apply for U.A…..