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I'm not Izuku, not really.
Sure I'm in his body but I'm not him, I'm not even close to as heroic. Don't even want to be a hero, which is good since I commited a serious crime before puberty.
I thought avoiding Izuku's childhood friend would be enough. It was not. It didn't help that our Moms were friends forcing us together on playdates that I grew to hate.
Started to resent my Mom too as she didn't seem to believe it was that bad, giving platitudes like boy's being boys. At least until my quirk came in and she stopped saying all that much at all but empty apologies.
It was clear I was on my own so the first time Bakuga used an explosion on me for being quirkless I made sure it was his last.
Killing him was simplicity itself, the hardest part had been pretending to be sick enough to stay home but not so sick that my new Mother stayed home with me or took her oh so fragile mistake to a hospital instead.
After that I simply waited an hour before school was set to end, put on some gloves and grabbed the spare key to Bakuga's home.
Then I snuck in and cranked up the gas on the stove.
That plus make him set off a spark or three by irritating the prick, a few marbles right inside the door took care of it.
It worked like an explosive charm.
The funeral was a bit of a pain but I pulled through. Pretending to be sad was such a chore though, especially when I wanted no more than to laugh at the premature end to his Bakuga's nonsense by such an ironic method.
School was still hard of course, quirks and stones may break my bones but words still hurt you know?
Still, without their ringleader it at least never got overly physical.
Probably because I had just lost my best friend and in my grief distanced myself from the others until I could finally switch schools to one that didn't know my status.
An intelligence enhancing quirk was easy to fake activating, I simply stopped playing pretend that I was a normal kid.
That and a simple whispered threat to a doctor that if he didn't play ball I'd claim he touched my special area worked a trick.
I began my training not long after, my Mother convinced I'm not made of glass because I had a quirk made it easy to get me signed up for gymnastics and later on martial arts, for self-defense of course.
Knowing I'd always be short and relatively slender and potentially fighting people stronger than me had me choosing Aikido, the art focused on redirecting and reflecting other's attacks. It helped that it was easier to convince my Mom to sign me up for that rather than something more brutal.
I learned a few other bits and bobs through Herotube of course.
My main focus though wasn't on fighting at all but support.
I didn't want to be a hero after all; super dangerous occupation that.
Sure people might suffer without me but it's not like I had an easy way to get All Might's quirk without my bully to save even if I wanted the thing that made canon Izuku's arms more fragile than swiss cheese.
Better to arm and armour the idiots that thought punching evil in the face was a good idea than to be one of them really.