vampire king: izuku

Chapter 1

One of the many factors that will dictate how an individual will live his life. Such things are mostly outside of the control of the individual, many blanks filled in before for him or her. Who are your parents and what their quirks are will likely influence you, long before you were granted consciousness or "free will". For many, quirks are merely part of who they are; for others, quirks are their very being.

The debate would be long and boring, should we begin to dive down the rabbit hole, but for an easier time for all of us, a short version should suffice for now.

Are certain quirks inheritangly "evil" by their very nature? Or does the individual define the nature of their quirk with their actions?

Deep and phylosofical questions such as these normally would be left for schoolars and those interested in human psyche. So, how does a four-year old ends up reflecting over the very nature of his being?

Ask the question to one Midoriya Izuku, currently sprawled on the ground. The pre-schooler was staring at the grey sky, a welcome drizzling rain lightly pouring down over his frame, much to his delight. His sensitive and burnt skin thanked the tiny blessing of the heavens for such a mercy, considering he had received none from his friend.

Well, calling Bakugou Katsuki a friend was a bit of a stretch. Acquaintance would also be too good. If Izuku were to define Bakugou into one word, maybe explosive or unstable would fit better the young blonde.

You might ask yourself, why is Midoriya on the ground of a local park in his neighborhood with Katsuki nowhere in sight? That would be, depending on who you ask, a funny story. You see, kids already have a somewhat chaotic tendency, since they are growing up and learning what is good and bad by trial-and-error. In a perfect society, kids would be taught by both their parents and their school the intrincacies of good and evil.

A perfect society, that is.

Pile up "super-powers" on about 80% of the population of the entire world, some government restrictions of the use of said powers to specific people and jobs, and add a dash of hero-business work necessity and you have the current world in which tiny Midoriya lives in. A world where your quirk will mostly define who you will be, a bottom-feeder working a dead-end job which you hate or a high-class member of society.

Bakugou Katsuki's parents are an odd duo, but thecurrently important details here are their quirks. From his father, a simple oxidation quirk, nothing truly special, but when combined with his mother's glicerin quirk, biology ends up creating a literal explosion urching capable of sweating nitro-glicerine.

In a society based around quirks and heroes, being capable of creating explosions at your convenience was considered rather top-tier. As such, many would end up sucking up and over-praising said explosion urchin. Add an already great sense of self and you get one Bakugou Katsuki.

Izuku slowly rose from the damp ground, some mud sticking to his clothes. He checked his burns, all of them gone. Enough of moody thoughts, he better head home or else his mother might worry.

The walk home was filled with dizzing smells and noises, something that tiny Izuku couldn't help. His senses were always sharper than of those around him. Many would probably praise Izuku for such abilities, but such individuals were off-put by the sight of his pale skin and almost unblinking eyes, or maybe it was the sharp nails and slightly producting fangs in his mouth.

The tiny, green bundle reached home quickly and discarted his dirty clothes, depositing them on the basked of the bathroom before heading in for a shower. A few minutes later, Izuku was clean and eager to watch another marathon of All Might videos. They always cheered Izuku, the American-themed hero being a bastion of happiness and strength that would inspire anyone with his smile. His declarations that anyone could be a hero warmed the green-haired boy's heart.