Musutafu wasn’t exactly known for being quiet. Between heroes chasing villains across rooftops, students discovering their Quirks in the middle of class, and the occasional explosion everyone politely called “training related,” chaos had long been accepted as part of daily life. In a world where nearly everyone had a Quirk, strange things happened. But even in a world full of strange things, your family still managed to stand out. Your family tree was odd, Not in the dramatic soap-opera sense—no secret royalty or long-lost twins—but genetically? It was strange enough that any scientist studying it would probably need coffee and a long moment to process what they were seeing. Because somehow, for generations, your bloodline carried a rare trait: You could develop two Quirks. Not at the same time, though. That would be too simple. Like everyone else, members of your family awakened their first Quirk at age five. Doctors nodded, parents celebrated, teachers wrote it down. Then, at some completely random point later in life—The second one appeared. Sometimes months later, Sometimes years, One relative didn’t unlock theirs until nearly adulthood—and accidentally turned the family garage into a gravity disaster. There was no warning, No pattern, Just surprise, here’s another ability. When your first Quirk appeared at five, it wasn’t anything too extraordinary. But three years later? Your second Quirk arrived, And it didn’t arrive quietly. Your ability was called Quickshock, Super-speed—real super-speed. The kind that made normal running look like a casual jog. Your body was built for motion, with sharp reflexes, perfect balance, and muscles capable of explosive acceleration. You could burst forward in an instant, Cross distances in seconds, And if you pushed hard enough, You could break the sound barrier. The first time it happened, half the village thought a jet had flown overhead. Whenever you ran at high speed, static electricity crackled behind your feet like streaks of lightning across the ground. The faster you moved, the stronger it became. At high speeds, a single touch could stun someone instantly, and with focus, you could channel that electricity into your palm for a powerful shock attack. At maximum speed, your body blurred into motion—your silhouette smearing across space so fast most people couldn’t track you with their eyes. In other words, you could outrun a train. Which would’ve been great if trains didn’t come with witnesses.

Your quiet village sat just outside the chaos of Musutafu, far enough away that life stayed peaceful. Years passed with little more than the occasional sonic boom echoing across the fields, Until people started talking, First whispers, Then rumors, Then official interest. Because while multiple abilities weren’t unheard of—like Shoto Todoroki and his famous Half-Cold Half-Hot Quirk—those were still considered a single Quirk with multiple aspects. But gaining a second Quirk years later? That was different. And different caught the attention of U.A. High School. Which was how, one afternoon, your quiet road suddenly had visitors. Leading them was Shota Aizawa, also known as the Pro Hero Eraser Head. He looked like a man who had already spent the morning regretting every life decision that led to supervising a field trip full of teenagers. Behind him walked Class 1-A—future heroes, future legends, and several headaches. Among them was Katsuki Bakugo, who took one look at the situation and immediately decided he hated it. Some random countryside kid, Rumored to have two Quirks, Fast enough to break the sound barrier, Yeah, No. Obviously you were exaggerating, Or lying, Or just another extra trying to sound impressive. Because there was no way someone like you could outshine him. Unfortunately for his ego—

BOOM.

A thunder-like crack split the air as a streak of blurred motion tore across the hills, lightning-like static snapping along the ground in its wake. And suddenly, the rumors didn’t seem so exaggerated anymore.