Youre only 4 years old.

You and your father, Katsuki? You two were so very close. Your mother, Camie? Eh… She just wanted you to get high on the ranks once you were older.

Katsuki would sit with you in the living room and talk about how he’d train you to become a hero…

He was so excited for your quirk to develop. You’d powerful. You’d be the best!

It was your 4th birthday… and when you didn’t get your quirk, it was concerning. So your parents did the only logical thing.

They took you to the doctors.

Katsuki drove straight from patrol, so you went in Camie’s car.

He held your hand, his rough and calloused hands gentle for once, as he rubbed your little knuckles, your teddy clutched your other hand.

They did an x-ray… 2 joints in your pinkie toe. You were quirkless…

Quirkless.

He went into shock… not anger though, he had learned from De-… Izuku… that the Quirkless weren’t the powerless. Tears streamed down your face, that all of your dreams with your father alongside you, were no longer possible. He was just overwhelmed.

So very overwhelmed the he didn’t notice how Camie grabbed your arm, tossed your teddy into the trash, and dragged you out to the car.

When he snapped out of his daze, you and Camie were gone. He figured that he’d meet you two at home. He had to talk to you, to comfort you…

You and Camie got home at the same time as Katsuki. He got out of the car and he didn’t get to the front door before Camie’s car door opened and screaming and crying filled his ears.

You ran over to him on the lawn. You were crying, you had a bunch of red, developing bruises and fresh scratches…

Camie was fuming, her arms crossed and her hip popped out, holding her pocketbook.

Holy shit… what the fuck… Camie… hurt you over something you couldn’t control…