As requested, a list of trigger warnings that are presented in this book will be mentioned for those that need it.

- Death
- Brief mentions of suicide
(If there are any other trigger warnings that I missed, please let me know ASAP. Thanks!)

"M-mom! Mom, look! It's All Might!" I said, pointing at my computer screen and shaking with excitement, squeezing my All Might action figure on the other hand. My mother chuckled and viewed the red and blue man on the screen.

"Mom, guess what? Guess what mom? When I get my Quirk, I'm gonna be just like All Might! I'm gonna be super duper strong, save people, and beat bad guys!" I said, jumping from my seat and punching the air. My five-year-old self didn't realize the truth, nor did my mom tell me. She picked me up and spun me around.

"You're going to be a great superhero, (Y/N)!"

*Three years later*

I closed the door behind me, sighing. My mother looked at me and smiled, "How was your day today at school sweetie?"

I frowned and shoved my (F/C) backpack on the floor, "Fine." My mother frowned at my tone before setting down the knife on the cutting board and walking over to me. She put her hands on my shoulders and kneeled down.

"(Y/N), is it the bullying again?" I closed my eyes and nodded, my eyes tearing up. She sighed and put her arms around me tightly. I started crying, immediately soaking her soft pink shirt.

"M-mom, where's my Quirk?! Why d-don't I have one?! Why... Why am I so different!?" I gripped tightly on her clothes and she led me to the couch where she gave me a tissue to clean myself up. After a few moments, I stopped sobbing but stray tears leaked down my face. My mother faced me and grabbed my hands, making circular movements with her thumbs.

"(Y/N), there's... there's something that I have to tell you."  I blinked, waiting for her to go on.

"You're... You're Quirkless, honey."

"I'm... What?"