A/N This is my first published fanfic, and I have no editor to assist me. I will say I like even numbers, so love triangles aren’t my cup of tea. I call these four the love square, and if you don’t enjoy Shinzuku, then you can click off this fanfic.
Izuku Pov: I am not sure about the rest of the world, but I know my life is a bit hectic. My life can be deemed more fragile than others. See, not only was I born without a quirk, but I was also born with life flowers. Life flowers are flowers that someone is born with, and they look like colorful tattoos, but they aren’t pretty once you learn what they can do. Once someone’s flowers vanish, they will die painfully.
Being quirkless is not bad when you have life flowers since you are also born with a knife that can give you knowledge or “Magical” abilities. It depends on the size of the blade you can have a blade like a razor or a sword. I have a pocket knife, which means I have more magic than I do knowledge. “Son, stop breaking the fourth wall!” Mom yelled. “Sorry!” I replied. It's the first day of school, and I’m already running late Kacchan doesn’t know that I passed the exam. “It's time to go. You’ll be late!” Mom yelled. “Ok, I’m almost done!” I yelled back. I snatched the brush and brushed my hair. I did a careless job. I ran down the stairs, almost miss stepping on one slanted step. My mom was waiting at the door with my backpack. “Have a great day, Izuku.” Mom said, giving me a peck on the cheek. “I will. Thanks, mom stay safe.” I said as she handed me my bag.
I ran out the door, and halfway down the street, I saw him. Katsuki bakugou. I slowed down and started walking, hoping he does not notice me. It was wishful thinking. “Oi nerd, Are you following me? You better not be walking the same direction as me to school.” He said with his usual scowl. “N-no K-Kacchan I’m actually in class 1A at UA. I passed the exam-“I started to explain before being cut off. “Stop lying a useless nerd like you can't make it into a top-class school like UA. You’re a quirkless hero wannabe. You should take a swan dive off the roof of a building and wish for a quirk in your next life." He suggested “Kacchan, don’t ever say that to me again. What would you do if I tried?” I responded. The nervousness in my face disappearing as I glared at him.
