(3rd Person)

In this world filled with super powers, or quirks, we get a bunch of weird and wonderful people who can do the extraordinary. Many have come to answer the calls of either heroes or villains when they discover their unique power, it either starts when you're simply and infant or when you've matured making you a late quirk bloomer. Either way, almost everyone in this world can become super powered while an unlucky few are made fun of or tormented just because they have no quirk, yes, even in a world where super powers exist, you're still under the effects of being judged by others if you're different from the rest...

Our story begins at a large lake where the sun was shining and reflecting off the clear blue waters, the birds chirping happily while wildlife just seemed to thrive in the nearby bushes, tress, grass and even in the lake itself. Said lake stretched for miles on end, almost endless while also making the perfect spot to relax. The bugs all scattered away from a single spot in the grass where a dark blue sneaker appeared, travelling up the sneaker we see the individual is wearing a pair of brown shorts and then a white t-shirt while also having a long red and blue striped scarf which covered their neck completely. Going to the face we come across a pair of (E/C) coloured eyes that stared out into the river along with a scruffy patch of (H/C) hair and what could only be described as a face of wonder.

The boy, who seemed to be fourteen years of age looked down at the ground and spotted a whole group of pebbles, rocks and stones all sitting patiently making him nod before bending down to pick up one which seemed to be the flatest out of them all. He gave the stone a few tosses into the air and catching it again, before taking a deep breath and getting into the same position as a baseball pitcher, he brought his two hands together behind him. Then he separated the two hands with the stone behind him, before tossing said stone downwards, almost as if to skip the stone.

The stone however, went flying with an audible boom being heard and a small shockwave causing every bit of wildlife in the vicinity to hold its ground due to the intense winds the throwing had caused. The stone only skipped the water once before it could be seen landing on the other side of the river.

???: Nice one, (Y/N).

The boy turned to the hill above him, a boy the same age as him with short red hair and bright yellow eyes smiled at him fondly, sliding down in the hill with an outfit that consisted of a black shirt with the words 'I'll always be a rebel' on it and torn jeans with a pair of white and red sports shoes. He stopped in front of (Y/N), as the boy was called, placing a hand on his shoulder and continuing to smile at him as he walked past to pick up a flat stone of his own.

???: But, you and I know that you're not doing the best you can, all you need to do is...

The red-haired boy tossed the stone the same way as (Y/N) did earlier, he too caused a small shockwave at the toss, but this time the stone simply went flying over the river without hitting the water once and landing right next to the many stones that (Y/N) had most likely been throwing before he got there. He turned back to (Y/N) still with a fond smile on his face.

???: Not be afraid of your strength, you and I both know with nine years under our belts that we can control our strength easily!

This boy's name is Mark Killa, sure, an unusual name, but it's his. He's the best friend of (Y/N) (L/N), the boy from earlier. Mark can be known as the kind-hearted and stubborn guy who wants everyone to smile, the two first met when they were five and with help from Mark's mother, the two had trained with each other non-stop for the nine years they've known each other. And, as you can see from the stone tossing, their efforts have paid off tremendously, yes, you heard or read it, that strength the two of them displayed is no quirk. They're both just that naturally strong already at the age of 14... though, they both know All Might could still beat them if he went all out.

Mark: Also, don't think I forgot about your quirk.

At that, (Y/N) stiffened, looking away with a guilty look. That only made Mark frown before placing a hand on his friend's shoulder again, this time sending a comforting look his way.

Mark: Hey, it's ok, you shouldn't be afraid of it. You should be lucky you have a quirk, trust me, there's plenty of people in this world who would love to have your quirk. So, why don't we practice it a little?

In response, (Y/N) turned back to Mark. Instead of opening his mouth however, the boy started making signs with his hands, anyone could easily tell it's sign language.

(Y/N): 'But, I don't want to hurt anyone with it, not even animals Mark'.

Mark: Yeah, I know buddy, but, if you don't practice your quirk at least once per day your quirk's gonna get rusty and you'll basically become quirkless. I don't want that, I don't want my best friend to lose his wonderful talent so early in his life, so please, just do it... for me please?

(Y/N) sighed, nodding in defeat much to Mark's delight causing him to pat the boy on the back before going off and searching for something through the grass. He hummed in wonder, before snapping his fingers and seeing what he wanted, Mark then reached down gently, holding what appeared to be a spider that could easily fit the palm of his hand.

Mark: Alright! Got one! So, come on (Y/N), let's try your quirk's practice!

(Y/N) looked away for a second time, an expression of nervousness, but it quickly went away as he sighed to himself, looking towards Mark and weaving a few more different signs with his hands again.

(Y/N): 'For your saftey, you should put the spider down where you're not touching it'.

Mark: No way, this is how we're training your quirk. If I'm part of the obstacle, you'll learn to concentrate it in a way so that anything else that's in the way won't get affected.

That made (Y/N) flinch slightly, his unsure expression returning as he imagined what would happen should he accidentally use his quirk on Mark too, he looked up, only to see Mark's expression a comforting and confident smile as he nodded.

Mark: I believe in your ability (Y/N), I know you can do this.

Hearing those words, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile his thanks towards (Y/N), then taking another deep breath, he looked towards the massive spider crawling up Mark's arm. Then, with another short breath, he started glaring at the spider. Mark on the other hand couldn't help but start to feel a tiny bit nervous at the glare, he knew what was coming next, but swallowed his fears and simply stared at the spider which continued to climb up his arm and almost reach his shoulder.

However, the moment the insect was about to touch his shoulder, it started to twitch, at first it was subtle, but then it became violent as the eight-legged creature started shaking all over the place, and then... the parts in its body which were open such as the hole where its silk comes out and its mouth, blood exploded out of the poor thing making it fall to the ground still twitching as its legs curled up.

Mark stared at (Y/N), nodding with a bright smile on his face while giving a thumbs-up.

Mark: Nice!!! You easily controlled it! See? I told you with you it's easily controllable!

(Y/N) simply smiled slightly, still a bit guilty over using his quirk on the spider. His quirk didn't have an offical name, so instead he called it his Internal Rupturing Glare, as the name suggests, whenever he glares at anything it causes the creature's insides, or organs to suddenly start rupturing, thus the blood coming out of the spider's body.

???: Oh, boys!

They both looked, only to see a literal female version of Mark with her hair long and red with bright yellow eyes. However, she definitely looked older while wearing a pink tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants as well as white jogging shoes. She seemed to be waving at them in her spot.

???: Come on! It's time we went back to get some food! I think you two are hungry, right?

Mark: Mom! I only just got here!

Mark's Mom: Well, you may have just got here, but I can tell poor (Y/N)'s been here since this morning, right?

(Y/N) nodded with a normal expression now on his face, Mark sighed, rubbing the back of his head and shaking it before placing his hand back on (Y/N)'s shoulder, this time his smile was one of amusement.

Mark: I swear, it's almost like she thinks you're her second son!

Mark's mother was named Lydia Killa, she's known as a pro hero that most wouldn't be aware of considering her quirk caused her to restrict what she could do in action. Her quirk was called Easy Fix, with it she's able to fix anything that was broken or torn apart back to what it was before the damage. That also included humans as well, because of her quirk, she was the hero who would clean up any mess the hero and villain would cause in the city, as well as any injuries the civilians or heroes would sustain during the fight. That made her hero name 'Carpenter', a bit insulting, but she accepted the name nonetheless.

Lydia: Come on you two! Otherwise I'll feed the remains to Yuki!

Mark: No Mom! Don't do that! You know she never leaves any food for us!

Lydia: Well come on slowpokes! And no using your super speed again! I can fix the mess every hero makes, but I'd rather not fix your mess just because you were too impatient to get home by walking!

Mark: Dammit, fine! Alright, (Y/N), let's go.

(Y/N) nodded, walking alongside his friend as the two conversed, with Mark being the vocal one while (Y/N) just continued using sign language which was easily interpreted by Mark.

(Timeskip)

Inside the massive Killa residence, Mark was scoffing down a plate of hotdogs as if he was some sort of animal, he was stuffing them into his mouth and chomping on them until they were tiny bits, then swallowing them and stuffing another in his mouth. (Y/N) meanwhile was silently unwrapping and eating the packet sweets that Lydia was kind enough to provide.

Lydia: Geez, you two kids have some bad eating habits huh? Mark, too much meat could make you ill, and (Y/N), you know how fattening sweets can be...

She quickly shut herself up when (Y/N) looked up with what appeared to be the puppy dog eyes, she blushed instantly while squealing inside her head at the cuteness he was producing. It was a good thing (Y/N) was small for his age as well, otherwise it wouldn't have worked for anyone else. She quickly turned away, admitting defeat which made Mark and (Y/N) high five each other when her back was turned.

(Y/N) went for another sweet, until he felt someone tugging on his arm, he looked to his left and again saw another female clone of Mark, long red hair, but this time with clear blue eyes as she wore a long-sleeved blue shirt with black pants and a pair of sandals. She smiled brightly at (Y/N) seeing her.

???: Hi big brother (Y/N), want to come play with me?

Yes, you guessed it, this was the little sister of Mark Killa: her name is Yuki Killa, and she loved her family very much, however, when it came to (Y/N), she adored him greatly. She even went as far as to declare him her future husband when they're both of age, of course, since she was only five years younger than both (Y/N) and Mark, they always played along, never taking her seriously.

Mark: Yuki, try not to hog him again like last time, ok?

In response, Yuki stuck her tongue out while pulling on (Y/N)'s arm, prompting him to collect his sweets before anyone else got them and walked with her up the stairs until they came to her room. Until Yuki suddenly remembered something.

Yuki: Oh! I forgot to get the tablet, be right back big brother (Y/N)! Say hi to Mina when you're inside though!

(Y/N) watched the little girl dash off, determined to get her tablet as he turned towards her door. Seems like she has a friend in there called Mina, he opened the door gently, looking inside to see what appeared to be a pink-skinned female with golden eyes, pink hair with two yellow horns coming out and wearing a purple tank top with blue shorts and what looked like a pair of pink shoes.

Mina: Oh! Hello! We've never met before, right? My name's Mina Ashido! You must be Yuki's big brother, Mark right? Now, I know what you're thinking: I'm way too old to be hanging out with her, well no! I hang out with little Yuki every day! I don't care what you say about age, Yuki's my best friend!

All (Y/N) did was blink in response, before deciding to clear up the confusion as he weaved hand signs, but that only made Mina grow a confused look. That was until Yuki suddenly entered the room, tablet in hand.

Yuki: He doesn't like to speak Mina, he's trying to say this isn't my big brother. Well, not my blood related one anyway, he's (Y/N) (L/N). He likes to talk with his hands instead.

Mina: Oh! I know that! It's called... uhh... sign language! I was actually interested in that, but never learned it... hehehe... sorry...

She rubbed the back of her head in embarassment, (Y/N) simply shook his head, stating it was fine. Yuki dragged the boy to her bed where Mina also sat, forcing him down before promptly sitting on his lap and snuggling into his chest.

Yuki: Big brother (Y/N)'s always so comfy...

Mina: Oh~ You seem to like him a lot Yuki~

Yuki: Yep! I plan to marry him when we're both grown up!

Mina chuckled amusedly, ruffling the girl's hair as she started playing on her tablet. She then turned to (Y/N) who was watching Yuki playing her games.

Mina: So, (Y/N), do you have a quirk?

(Y/N) nods.

Mina: Oh cool! So do I! I can make acid come out my body! I can even make it a weak dissolving one if I wanted! Are you heading to U.A.?

(Y/N) looks at her, weaving a few more signs. Only to remember Mina doesn't know sign language, he reached over grabbing a whiteboard Yuki owned and wrote on it, showing it to her.

What's U.A.?

Mina simply looked up, a completely stunned expression on her face as (Y/N) tilted his head at her in confusion.

Mina: YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF U.A.!!???

To be continued...

(A/N): It's the start of a new book, the start of a new adventure, and the start of a new (Y/N) (L/N)!!! Now, questions that you'll probably want answered: why doesn't (Y/N) talk? Well, that's just how he is: he prefers to speak through sign language. Is he adopted by the Killa family? He's adopted, but not by Mark's family. How doesn't he know what U.A. is!? Well... that'll be explained further in the story, so, stay tuned! Our hero adventure's only just begun, anyways, thank you guys and gals so much for the continued support and as always: eat one or more brownies every day!!!!