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Pov: an older Izuku
Quirks. A power that appeared in humans some two hundred years ago. Nobody knows why they exist, nobody knows how they came to be, but everyone knows that it changed humanity forever.
Quirks, disgusting quirks. Ever since they appeared, they gave humanity yet another reason to oppress itself. Since the beginning of humanity, it was evident that inequalities would exist between people, even to us two hundred years after 'the fall' who have hardly any recollection or knowledge of prequirk humanity. Tensions of all kinds had existed throughout history. But quirks... They were the game changer. Up until the first quirks, the differences between people were merely superficial. Quirks made that superficial difference into a cavern wider than the then current economic inequality gap.
Quirks: The downfall of humanity's progress. A famous scientist during the early period of quirk proliferation once said that: If quirks hadn't appeared, humanity would have gotten colonies off on other planets, taking interstellar vacations, and enjoying a future more prosperous than the rest of human history combined. I don't doubt his words, we were at a time of great change. The internet, massive leaps in computational power, the farthest medical advances in treatments and cures, the economic powerhouses that were the U.S.A, People's Republic of China, the E.U, paying attention and giving aid to those on the bottom of the barrel. An era that could be described as the Digital Revolution, the Second Civil Rights Movement, the Green Revolution. The golden age of Society.
Even with all their faults, progress was inevitable. Change in every aspect of society had been marching forward with an unstoppable force. Then the quirk arrived. Initially quirked people -back then known as meta-humans- had been looked down upon, nothing to be unexpected considering the past. But overtime quirks grew in influence, growing to outshine those without quirks or 'quirkless' people. With a minority of a total of 20% worldwide: ~90% of whom were elders, ~10% of whom were middle aged adults, and some ~500 children spread out over the globe. Quirkless people gradually were stuffed underfoot of the quirked. Holding indisputable power over quirkless people, change was unlikely to occur before every quirkless person died out. The extinction of old humanity.
Those 500 quirkless children? I'm one of them: Izuku Midoriya, at your service. The only quirkless person in Japan. The closest quirkless person of my generation is several thousand kilometers away on the floating city: I-Island. I'll most likely never get to see another quirkless person my age. My father Hisashi must work overseas to support our family. I didn't blame his absence in my life, he kept me and my mother sheltered and well fed. Money was always tight though: A series of bad financial decisions by my ancestors, and a court case which stripped all of what was supposed to be my father's rightful inheritance, to a wealthy businessman who 'married' my aunt, who had no idea she had even been married to anyone; Left my poor father with millions of dollars of debt to pay back, something he knew he'll never be able to do in his lifetime, even with his lucrative job as a head mechanical engineer for the joint US-Japan military technological development program.
My mother and I often stayed in touch with him though phone calls, video calls, texts, letters, etc. Even having only met the man twice in my life, he made sure to do his very best in being a good influence on me. I agree, his efforts were not in vain. I very much take after my father in many ways: Him and I both mutter extremely quickly as our thought process. We're both obsessed with the military and quirks. Most importantly, I have his unyielding determination. Not to leave out my mother, I also gained her caring nature and comforting aura.
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