All for Ones Daughter

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A/N - Hello everyone (if anyone reads this) welcome to my story, in this story I have an oc so I just wanted to describe her real quick.
Her name is Winter Zuname, she has long light blue hair, a lean and fit body, blue eyes, she always wears a hoodie and a pair of sweats on a daily basis, and she has a bubbly personality with the people that she actually likes.
Ok back to the story...

My name is Winter, I'm 16, and I plan on becoming the next number one hero no matter what.
Or at least that's what I used to tell myself back when I actually believed that the world would accept me as a hero. Now I'm much more realistic, I know that the world looks down on quirkless people that wish to become hero's, they don't believe that we can actually do anything but get in the way of the "real hero's". It doesn't matter how good you are at fighting or saving people, in their eyes you'll never be good enough.

You see, I am among the 20% of people whom do not posses a quirk of any kind. Although that's not really the reason that people don't like me, it is the reason why my life sort of sucks right now though.

My father is extremely upset that I was born without a quirk, so much so that he actually goes as far as to abuse and berate me because of this.

I don't really get along with most people since as soon as I tell people who my father is they run. Or if I don't tell people who my father is and they get a little closer to me then it's as soon as they see the scars all over my body that he gave me that they start to view me as broken and we drift apart.

So basically I have no frie-

"Oof" I said as soon as I was hit across the face by a pillow.

I look over and seen Ari sitting cross legged on her bed across from me and laughing, her short black hair slightly falling down into her eyes as she's practically keeled over from her fit of laughter.

"What are you thinking about, you were totally zoning out there for a minute" Ari said while holding back a giggle at my now irritated face.

I sighed and said "oh I was just wondering what my life would sound like if it was monologued"

"Your so weird sometimes, that's why we make such good friends!" She managed to get out between her high pitched laughs.

"Oh shut up, like you never do that! And besides, at least I don't laugh like a weirdo like you do!" You said while glaring at your best friend.

The only response you got from her was her sticking her tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes and checked the time on your phone. Your eyes widened when you saw that it was almost 5:30. "Oh shoot Ari I have to go before my dad gets back at 6, but I'll see you at school tomorrow k?"

You could see the pitiful look in her eyes despite her trying to hide it, but decided to not lecture her again on feeling bad for you. She sighed "ok fiiine, I'll see you tomorrow baby boo, walk home safe"

"I always do." you said before jumping off your besties bed and heading out of her house to start walking home. You only live about 10 minutes away if you take the bus on time.

Once you arrive at the bus station you quickly hop on the bus that was about to leave and weave your way through the people to an open seat and sit down between two other people on their phones.

Ok so anyways back to my monologue since I have the time.

So like I was saying earlier I don't have any friends... except for my bestie Ari. We met about two years ago and just instantly felt a connection. She's the only one that knows the full extent of my home life, and also the only one who never feels bad for me, or at least tries not to despite some pityful looks.

She also knows that I'm not to be messed with, even without a quirk. I spend basically all of my free time at the gym near my house. I'm completely fine without a quirk, and I can fight better than most people with quirks. I was even diagnosed within a few months of birth that I could never have a quirk because of a defect inside my body. Basically even if I were given a quirk my body would instantly reject it, and I would be in immense pain for a few days.

I got into working out and learning to fight soon after my father began experimenting on me to see if he could give me a quirck despite my defect.

You may ask if that's possible, so far no, it's only extremely painful and leaves plenty of new scares and or burn marks after each try that I'll eventually have to cover with makeup if there visible to others.

You also may also ask how my father could even find quircks and be able to try and transfer them to me at all. And all that I have to say to that is.... my father is All for one.