The Wings of Fury

Chapter 1. Prologue

Izuku's thoughts drifted as he walked through the familiar streets of the city. It had been years since the plane crash that took his parents, and he still couldn't shake the emptiness that lingered. His parents had died when he was just a 6 year old child, leaving him with nothing but a small memory of their voices and the brief flashes of love that had been stolen away too soon.

It was the Bakugos who had taken him in after the orphanage, becoming the family he never had. They weren't perfect, but they loved him—Katsuki, his stubborn, explosive childhood friend, and his parents, Mitsuki and Masaru, who treated him like their own son. Still, a part of him always felt like an outsider. No matter how much they tried to make him feel at home, Izuku couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

As he approached the Bakugo house, he couldn't help but think about his quirk. His "Phoenix" ability was a blessing—fire and wings that granted him the ability to fly, to control the flames that burned within him. But it wasn't like how people expected. There were no bursts of flames that suddenly erupted out of him, no uncontrollable infernos. No, Izuku had learned early on how to control his quirk, harnessing the power within him with discipline.

The fire, while powerful, was kept deep inside, just below the surface. It was always there, but Izuku had learned how to keep it contained. It was a part of him, but it wasn't who he was—not yet.

"Oi, Deku!" Katsuki's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His friend stood by the gate of the house, arms crossed, an impatient look on his face. "Quit spacing out and get over here."

Izuku smiled softly, shaking his head. "Sorry, Kacchan. I was just thinking."

Katsuki grunted, walking toward him. "Whatever. You're always thinking about something. Let's get going."

Izuku followed his friend inside. The house was as warm and welcoming as always, the smell of food in the air, and the sound of the TV on in the background. Masaru was at the table, and Mitsuki greeted them both with a smile, her arms crossed as usual.

"You two planning on training today?" Mitsuki asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we'll be at the warehouse," Izuku said, glancing at Katsuki, who was already heading to the door.

"Make sure you don't blow anything up, Kacchan," Izuku added with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"Shut up, Deku," Katsuki shot back, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. "Let's go."

The warehouse wasn't far, a place they had trained in for years. It had always been their escape, a place where they could push their quirks to their limits. But today, something felt different. It wasn't just the air—it was the unease Izuku felt deep inside, like something was about to change.

When they arrived, however, it wasn't just the usual practice. A figure was sitting at the base of the steps, a girl with blonde hair and a calm demeanor.

"Uh... can we help you?" Izuku asked, tilting his head as he approached her.

The girl smiled at them, standing up. "I'm Alice. I've seen you two training before. I thought I'd come and introduce myself. Mind if I join you?"

Izuku blinked, confused but curious. "I don't think we've met. Do you live around here?"

Alice laughed lightly. "I used to train here. Saw you both sparring yesterday, and I thought I could join in today. You two seem like you'd make good training partners."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Don't get in the way, okay?"

Alice raised her hands in mock surrender. "I won't, don't worry. I'll just stick to my pace."