Okay third time's the charm! I was bringing too much real world politics into my writing and it was just a lot of negativity, and I think it would've harmed the actual story itself. This one is more about Quirks and the whole superhero society. It's also kind of an appreciation of real world scientific fields and researchers. I always wanted to be a scientist as a kid, but I wasn't really cut out for it. Even still, I freaking love science, physics especially. Much more light-hearted than the last version. Thankfully, I was able to keep most of the prologue the same as it facilitated my ideas and I personally thought it was cool lol. I will be posting another chapter alongside this one at the same time. Please enjoy!

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Japan, August 15th, 1945:

Iroh Yagi took a long drag on his cigarette, enjoying the cool breeze of the pacific ocean next to his best friends, Akari Shimura, and Fuji Midoriya. All three of them were hiding out on the coast, away from their spouses, trying to stomach their anxiety.

"So... what now?" Fuji asked.

Akari shuddered as she exhaled her own puff of smoke. "The government was completely defeated by the third bombing... Total annexation of Japan."

"So what side do you reckon we'll be on? The American Japan? Or the Britain Japan?"

Iroh shook his head. "Britain's not getting anything."

"What? You mean America...?"

"Yep, they're taking all of Japan."

"Surely the rest of the world-" Fuji was cut short.

"The rest of the world doesn't have nuclear devices. At this moment, America could demand whatever they want, and the world would have to listen." Akari sighed. "But it sounds like they're settling for the annexation of Japan, and a new regime for West Germany."

"So... we're gonna be Americans soon?"

"Who knows what we'll be..." Iroh lamented.

"And our work?"

"Well, if any of it's left and we're lucky, it'll get classified and we'll be brought into the fold of American scientists and just might get some semblance of safety and credit for our work. If we're unlucky... we'll be associated with Shiro Ishii's Units and be written into history books as monsters." They all trembled at the thoughts. Neither sounded appealing.

"But our research has nothing to do with-" Fuji's naivete was again cut short.

"Human modification. Even though our work was voluntary, and more ethical than his Unit... it's human experimentation. It's a good thing our lab was in Nagasaki. Shouldn't be much left."

The other two scowled at Shimura. "Don't say such things... nothing good can come of that."

She shrugged. "Sorry... But... maybe it's for the best. Besides, it's not like we ever achieved anything substantial. Unless something is unearthed by the American government, all we ever were was simple biologists. Doctors. We hold to that story, and hope our descendents don't pay for any of our country's sins."

"Our country's? Or America's?"

"I guess both, but they'll be one and the same soon enough."

"It's a shame, but I guess our work wasn't destined for this world..." Iroh took one last puff before excusing himself to help his wife with dinner, and busy himself with thoughts that didn't include atomic annihilation.

Five years later, Akari would pass from radiation-related sickness. She was too close to Nagasaki on the day of the bombing.

A year after that, Iroh died of heart failure. His death was unrelated to the war in any way.

And twenty years after that, Fuji would die of old age in bed, surrounded by loved ones. Amongst them was his son, Mizawa Midoriya and his wife, Mia Midoriya. She was pregnant with his grandchild. And they were asking him for their name.

"If it's a boy..." He had to take deep breaths with every few words. "Kaito. If it's a girl... I like the sound... of Inko Midoriya."

Fuji would be declared dead half-an-hour-later. But his work, and the work of his friends, was not quite as dead as they thought.

When Nagasaki was bombed, their lab was not entirely obliterated. Instead, a portion of it was lifted into the atmosphere as debris and exposed to a radical amount of radiation. That debris would come down to settle on Akari and she would pass off the remnants of it after meeting up with her childhood friends. Many others were exposed to this small disease, mutated by the radiation.

It had no outward symptoms, and no negative symptoms even. No, it was the first disease of its kind, so far ahead of its time that the word for it wouldn't be created for decades. It was a disease that targeted genetics, and in that random act of mutation, it achieved in infecting what the three biologists had discovered within humanity. Slowly, it would work its way into the entire world and breathe new life into a stagnant species.

And it spread like wildfire, until it had infected almost every human on Earth. Every new baby born had it. Only the "lucky" few never saw any reaction. They were immune to the disease. And so... they were Quirkless.