The First Generation

The Feelings Of The Quirked

"You know as well as I do that subjecting you to mindless prejudice makes absolutely no sense, nor help us achieve our goal, my boy." Toshinori spoke with a heavy sigh as he looked out the window of the head office of Yuuei, at the dorms down below. Truth be told, he never really wanted to find himself in a position such as this. Being a teacher seemed like it would be a difficult job on its own, never mind being the Headmaster of an entire school of Quirked teenagers, each of which were justly furious with this Quirkless dominated society.

Being a teacher almost seemed like a lost cause, as all the education in the world wasn't going to take away that anger. Sure, they could educate the children, teach them about why the Quirkless fear them, maybe even make some of the rethink their prejudices... But it wasn't going to erase the anger that they had. Subjected to discrimination and hatred based on ignorance and misunderstanding... No amount of education was going to undo the anger that they felt.

Toshinori still felt plenty angry at the Quirkless for the same treatment, and he had been born Quirkless. It was so easy for people to turn on others when they learned about their differences. When faced with something that they didn't understand, people lashed out in anger and fear. What made it all the more frustrating was the fact that people didn't even make the effort to learn about them. It had all happened before in the past. Race, religion, nationality, identity, and now against the Quirked.

Was the human race destined to just repeat these actions over and over and over, like a never ending loop of ignorance? Just once... Toshinori wished that the cycle would break. In whatever small way... Just once, he wished that the world would allow that cycle to just break.

It was why he had revealed the workings of One For All.

"But you always told me that if I inherited One For All, I needed to make sure that no one ever found out about it! You always told me that if word got around about a Quirk that could be passed down from person to person, then people could come and try to steal it from me!" Izuku protested, desperate to understand why his teacher had revealed this secret to the student body. He couldn't even begin to understand why the course of events had played out the way it did. He needed to know. "I-I don't understand why you told everyone!"

"The Quirk can't be stolen unless you wish for it to be passed on. So long as you keep the desire to hold onto One For All, then that isn't an issue. And like I said, Midoriya, subjecting you to pointless prejudice achieves nothing for us." The skinny man simply said. "The fury that these children have towards the Quirkless is far exceeding what we expected it to. The damage has been done to a lot of them, and it's going to take a large amount of effort for us to be able to bring them back around. So tell me something, my boy..." With that, he turned to look at Midoriya, empathy in his expression. He understood Izuku's frustration and uncertainty, and yet.... "...What would a boy being Quirkless in the dorms do for them at this stage? You'd be a punching bag."

Izuku opened his mouth to argue against that logic, but no words came out, because he knew that really... He was right.

The dream had been for a Quirkless student to enter the campus and for the Quirked to at least be receptive enough to give him a fair chance – Kirishima Ejirou had shattered that dream within ten seconds of them entering the dorm house. He proved that the gap between Quirked and Quirkless people was far too large to gap in the method that they wanted to try...

They'd been hoping for the best. A best case scenario. A scenario in which they had assumed the Quirked would be better than the Quirkless. That they would be more empathetic, more understanding, and more open to the prospect of peace.

But the reality way, they were just as bad as the Quirkless when it came to being prejudicial.

They were still human at the end of the day. They were just as susceptible to all the faults and fallacies that the average human had. They could give in to fear. Anger. Hatred. Just because they had these superhuman abilities, it didn't make them inherently better. Izuku always believed that, and Katsuki had always told him that it was true. The Quirked boy even said he wished he was Quirkless sometimes, just so Izuku wouldn't have to deal with this whole affair. But bar his Quirk, there hadn't been a noticeable difference between Izuku and Katsuki, on a fundamental level, anyway. Personality wise, yes, they had plenty of changes... But that was it.