" Hello." Talking.

  'Thanks.' Thinking.

  (For.) Whispering.

  "WATCHING." Shouting.

  -This.- Actions.

  *Story.* Author talking.

  // Time skip. //

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  *The st day of middle school.*

  *Cassroom.*

  The teacher walks in.

  "Hey, css! Today, you're going to fill out some papers to figure out your future." said the teacher.

  "Do we really have to?" the css groaned.

  "Pfft, who am I kidding? I know all of you want to be heroes!" the teacher said, tossing the papers into the air.

  "YEAH!!!!" the css cheered, excitedly using their quirks, except for two certain people.

  "Okay, okay, calm down css." the teacher said, holding up a hand. "I know you all want to be heroes, but you can't use your quirks in the cssroom. Anyway, we have two students looking to get into U.A. High School."

  The css started whispering to each other. "Wait, what? Isn't that the hardest school with less than a 1 percent chance of getting in?!"

  "Hmm, looks like it's Bakugo." the teacher said.

  "Hahahaha! Yeah, losers!" Bakugo yelled. "This school only deserves someone like me! I'm the best here! Not like you guys could even be my sidekicks!"

  "What did you say, Bakugo!?" the css shouted back.

  "Hah?! You wanna fight me!?" Bakugo snarled.

  "Alright, css, settle down." the teacher said. "Hmm... pfft... and there's also... Izuku Midoriya!" The teacher started ughing.

  "Huh?!" Bakugo yelled, surprised.

  "What, this loser without a quirk?" one of the bullies said.

  "No way he's getting in without a quirk." another bully said.

  "I know, right? He's useless. And a low-css Saiyan!" the third bully said.

  The bullies all started ughing.

  Izuku just sat there, looking sad.

  "Deku!" Bakugo yelled. "You'll never make it here. You're a useless, low-css, quirkless Saiyan!"

  Izuku looked upset.

  "Tch!" Bakugo said.

  The bell rang.

  "Alright, you can go home now, kids." the teacher said and left.

  The css started packing their stuff.

  Izuku was slowly packing his stuff.

  "Are you seriously going to U.A.!? You useless Deku!?" Bakugo yelled.

  "I-I..." Izuku stuttered, scared.

  "Ugh, I'm gonna beat you to a pulp!" Bakugo yelled, getting ready to use his quirk.

  // Time skip after the beating.//

  "Tch, serves you right." Bakugo sneered, spotting something on the ground. "Oh, what's this?" He picked up a notebook.

  "N-no!" Izuku cried, his injuries making it hard to talk.

  Bakugo read the cover. "Hero analysis for the future? Hah! You really think you can be a hero?! Hahahaha! Well, I don't think you'll need this." With a flick of his wrist, Bakugo blew up the notebook and tossed it out the window.

  "W-why?" Izuku whimpered, confused and hurt.

  "You know exactly why." Bakugo sneered. "You're a Deku. You don't deserve anything." He turned to leave, then stopped. "Oh yeah." he said, turning back to look at Izuku, "You wanna be a hero so bad? I got an idea for you."

  Izuku looked at him, a tiny bit of hope in his eyes.

  "Go jump off a roof and wish you'll have a quirk in your next life." Bakugo said, ughing. "Maybe then you can be a hero, hahahahah!" And with that, he stormed off.

  Izuku was in shock. He couldn't move, his mind racing. Slowly, he passed out.

  Izuku woke up with a gasp, disoriented and confused. "W-what the, w-where am I!?" He looked around frantically. Then, he heard footsteps approaching. "Who are you!?" he demanded, turning to face the newcomer.

  A figure emerged from the shadows, a chilling chuckle echoing through the strange, dreamlike space. "I am... Goku Bck."