Puppet Master

What Dictates A Life

Quirks. Superpowers that most anyone holds nowadays. Quirks can range from anything from running a millisecond faster to the strength to change the weather with just one punch from the wind pressure it generates. Quirks are everything. Quirks define who you are. Every child is elated to discover their quirk and find out who they truly are. This happens around the ripe age of four years old. Some are natural-born heroes. Others are perfect for other occupations such as baking or being an artist. With such a high hope for the future that a quirk brings, one would think they would be happy to discover theirs and reveal just how useful they can be.
But...
What happens when your quirk dictates you as nothing more than a doll to be used by others?

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"Wow, Kacchan!" a little green-haired boy chirped. "Your quirk is so cool!"
His blonde friend sat in the middle of their preschool class with his palms out, tiny explosions popping from them.
His head swiveled around to face the greenette, his red eyes wide and excited. All of their teachers were congratulating him. It was the perfect quirk for a hero! The other children were cheering and soon the teacher had to avert their attention to calling down the preschoolers.
The blonde and greenette soon found themselves at the arts and crafts table.

The blonde looked up. "I've got mine, Izu," Katsuki Bakugo said definitively. "Now we just have to wait for you to get yours to be heroes together!" He missed the way the green-haired boy flinched. Izuku Midoriya smiled back at his best friend, pulling his sleeve down subconsciously to hide the bruise on his arm.
"Y- yeah!" he stuttered out.
The truth was though... Izuku had gotten his quirk a month ago. He hadn't told anyone for three reasons. One: Mommy said so. Two: fear of what the others would think. And three...

Izuku Midoriya hated his quirk.

Izuku chased after Kacchan as they ran down the sidewalk to their housing addition. Kacchan was a bit taller so he made it to Auntie Mitsuki's house first. Auntie Mitsuki is Kacchan's mother. The Midoriya's and Bakugo's aren't really related but the two families are close enough to be blood-related. Kacchan threw the door open excitedly with excessive force. He ran into the house, Izuku following at a more normal pace, closing the door behind his friend.
"WHERE ARE YOU, OLD HAG!?" the blonde yelled.
A beat.
"WHO YOU CALLIN' OLD, BRAT!?" came the loud reply from a female voice somewhere in the house. The living room. Izuku followed after Kacchan as he ran as fast as his little four-year-old legs could move. By the time Izuku rounded into the living room, Kacchan was already showing off his shiny new quirk. However much Izuku wanted to smile at his friend's enthusiasm, he couldn't. He froze when he entered the room and took in the occupants. Auntie and Uncle were on the couch with Kacchan in the middle of the room. On the love seat to the left of said couch was... Inko Midoriya, Izuku's mother and Auntie Mitsuki's best friends since their high school days.

"Izuku, sweetie," he jumped when his mother addressed him. He realized he had been standing there shaking for a bit. "Y- YES!?" he squeaked out. Mommy smiled softly. Fake. "Katsuki asked you a question, dear. It's rude to not reply." Izuku flinched. Only he heard the underlying threat in her tone. Izuku turned his head to his best friend.
"S- sorry, Kacchan! W- what d- did you say?" he asked.
The blonde-haired boy rolled his eyes. "I said: 'When are you going to get your quirk already?'" Izuku's eyes flitted back to Mommy. She smiled, eyes narrowing a bit. "Well?" she questioned with a side tilt of her head. Fake!
Izuku subconsciously pulled at his sleeve again before raising his arm and scratching the back of his head, laughing more forcibly than usual.
"I- I don't know, Kacchan!" he lied.
Inko nodded, seemingly satisfied. No, she was never satisfied.
"We are going to a quirk specialist this evening to see when his quirk will show," Mommy LIED.

"Oh, won't that be exciting, Izuku?" Izuku looked at Auntie Mitsuki. Smile, he told himself. Corners up, eyes squinted, voice clear. "Yep!" he forced out.
Izuku involuntarily flinched when Kacchan lightly punched his shoulder. No one noticed.
"Whatever you get it won't be as cool as mine!" the blonde roared.