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Shouto- 4
When I was four years old I realized my father was not in any way a good person. There were multiple signs before this, but I had not seen them, being as young as I was. It was my mistake. I treated him with a carefree attitude. I called him ‘daddy’ and jumped on him and always begged him to play with me. I did not realize the dangers I was toeing the line of. But I did this day. This day I toed the line too far and crossed it. I had not realized until after the fact what I had unleashed upon myself.
It was a complete accident, as most things kids do at that age are. My father had just come home from a hunting trip with some of the other men in our tribe. I was excited, he had been gone for 3 weeks. I didn’t know but he wasn’t in a good mood. They hadn’t caught much and were very disappointed and upset. I did not know this. I was only a child.
I rushed at my father excitedly. Screaming, “Daddy Daddy!” I ran to hug him. I was elated he was finally back. He’d been gone for what had seemed forever to me. I still hadn’t noticed he was irritated. Even when he had his lips pressed tightly together and his eyebrows scrunched up.
My siblings tried to get me to leave, tried to tell me to come play with them, but I was excited to see my dad again. So I jumped up and down and was just overall excited. Until he cracked and slapped my face hard. He yelled at me. Told me I should have stopped and calmed down. “Shouto! What were you thinking?! I am irritated and have no patience for you or your childish ways! Go to your mother and leave me in peace!”
I immediately ran to my siblings. My older brother Touya picked me up and carried me back to our tent. He took care of my bruise and burn.
You see. My family and I are nagas. My father is from the Fire Clan. My mother is from the Ice Clan. Usually nagas marry in the tribes but my mother and father were an experiment. My mother had no choice.
They were pushed together and the outcome was my siblings and I. We are hybrids. Ice and Fire nagas.
We all have a mix of the two. My oldest brother, Touya had fire like my dad but his body is made for ice, like my mom. He’s burned his body multiple times trying to please my dad. Though I did not know this at the time.
My older sister, Fuyumi had ice like my mom but her body was made for fire, like my dad. She and Touya were twins. They were opposites.
My second oldest brother, Natuso could make little ice furries or little flames. They weren’t very large and couldn’t do any harm.
I’m the youngest. I have an equal mix like my brother. Except my ice and flames are quite stronger. Almost as strong as my father. We didn’t know this at the time. I was at the age where my powers were just starting to come in and they were quite small and weak.
After this event my brother patched up my injuries and I was warned to be careful around my father. I did. I was very cautious. I didn’t want a repeat incident. It didn’t help much. He seemed to search for anything I do and find flaws in it and then ridicule me and he constantly beat me. When my powers finally showed her trained me so I could one day take over the clan from him. Even though I had three older siblings. But none of them were strong enough or worthy enough.
But everything changed when I turned 8 years old.
Hitoshi- 4
I was always a mistake child. I wasn’t supposed to be born. My mother had a one night stand and I was the consequence. Everyone shunned us. Our people are very reserved and close knit. So we’re pretty private and don’t stand outsiders. My mother did the worst offense by having a child with an outside. They couldn’t kick us out of the tribe though. We had to put up a united front in front of the other species. They hated us privately. They called me an abomination and my mother terrible words that I didn’t understand as a child.
It helped that I had the cat ears and tail of our people, but they were the color of my father. Purple. A dark dark purple. It didn’t help that I had his people’s power as well. Usually a neko’s power are powerful claws, or a strong roar, even sometimes being able to control felines.
My power was one of a banshee’s. Which is what my mother said my father most likely was. She said he seduced her with his power. That she didn’t want it. I believed her as a child. I hung off of every word she said. I thought she hung the moon. I know now that my father most likely didn’t do any of the evil things she said he did. That they probably just had a one night stand and it ended up poorly for my mother and she wanted someone to blame. That someone being my father and later myself.
I got his banshee power around the time I turned four years old. My tribe immediately shunned me and my mother even more than before.
The tribe was hopeful when I was born with my ears and tail and for a few years had no other power. They were hoping I only inherited my mother’s side. They weren’t as bad as they could be. They were still slightly civil. But when I got his banshee power all of that went out the window. We were suddenly the most hated people in the tribe. No one could handle being in the same room as us for a long span of time.
My banshee power was, if someone answered my questions I could control them. It accidentally happened a lot when I was a child. People eventually stopped talking to me. My mother took to beating me if I asked any questions, or even talked. So a year after I got my banshee power I was used to never talking except when I was alone. My voice was dry and husky with disuse.
It stayed this way for years. My mother abusing me. Blaming me for everything wrong in her life. The town shunning me. Ignoring me. The other kids beating me. This all continued. I was alone. With no one.
But everything changed when I turned 8 years old.
Izuku- 4
I always knew I’d never do anything or go anywhere in my life. I’d stay in this little meadow where I was brought to life forever. No matter what. Even though all I wanted since I could remember was to go explore the world and meet new people.
It was all because of my mom. Ever since I could remember I was her fragile little girl. Even though I wasn’t a girl. I was a boy. I was born an boy. But she wanted a girl so she wouldn’t listen. I was her only child. So I had to be perfect. I had to dress up in pretty dresses with my hair done up with a pretty bow and sit to the side while all the other kids got to play with the flowers.
I was made fun of constantly. A boy wearing pink dresses and bows. It’d normally be fine. We’re pixies. But my mom went around telling people I was her precious daughter. The boys made fun of me for this. Especially one boy. Katsuki Bakugou. We were once friends. Before my mom went all out and stopped calling me her son.
It’s cause we were both bee pixies. Though I was a bumblebee and he was a wasp. We bonded over that at first. But it didn’t last.
I’ve tried to get her to stop. I know it’s not right. I like to read. I know I’m a boy. Not a girl. But she won’t listen to me. She took away my books when she found out.
The conversation was less of a conversation and more her yelling at me. And I was four years old.
“Izumi Midoriya! I am disappointed in you! You know a young lady shouldn’t be reading! Especially not at your age! You’re supposed to be learning to sew! And looking pretty! Now get back in that room and continue with your lesson!” She pointed at the living room.
After that she burned them all. I cried.
I still found ways to be myself though. The meadow had a lot of places where I could hide and play in the dirt. Where no one could tell me what to do. Who to be. I could be who I wanted to be. Do what I wanted to do. I had that one spot to myself. In my head I was still Izuku. The boy. I loved getting dirty and learning and looking at bugs.
I was proud of who I was. I was a boy. I wouldn’t let my mother control that part of me.
But then I had to lock that part of myself away.
But everything changed when I turned 8 years old.
Shouto- 8
I was eight years old when everything changed again. This time it was my mother. It wasn’t her fault. There was too much pressure on her from over the years and she just snapped. I looked too much like my father. He wasn’t good to any of us. Especially my mother. And she snapped.
Threw the water she was boiling on me. It hurt. I screamed. It alerted my father and my siblings and the rest of the tribe. They came running. It also seemed to shock my mother out of her headspace and she stumbled back.
I was still screaming when my brother grabbed me into his arms and rushed me out. I couldn’t hear anything. Only my own blood rushing through my ears. I was panicking.
“Touya! Touya! I can’t see anything! Touya! My eye!!”
That made my brother rush even more. Soon we were in his tent and he was rubbing some stuff on my eye and wrapped it up in bandages. I remember he was talking to me. I don’t remember what. But the sound of his voice was comforting and he slowly lulled me to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to my siblings awake and looking me over. I slowly sat up and clutched at my eye. It hurt so bad. Touya passed me some water and painkillers and I downed them.
“Where’s Mom? What happened? Why’d she do that?”
Natuso and Fuyumi looked away from me so Touya answered, “Mom..cracked Sho. She saw dad in you and her brain snapped. It wasn’t your fault. And Dad..Dad sent her away. He banished her.”
I cried then. But only through my right eye. Touya, Fuyumi, and Natsuo held me.
I didn’t see Dad for a few days after that. I was happy for that. I didn’t want to be reminded of what he did to our family.
The day after I woke up Fuyumi unwrapped my bandages and looked at my eye. I could barely see her. At first I didn’t even realize she had taken the bandages off all of the way.
“Fuyu? Have you taken them off yet?”
At the look on her face I started panicking, “Fuyu? Touya? What’s going on? Why do you look like that? And why haven’t you taken them off yet? I still can’t see anything!”
At this Fuyumi started crying. I was even more confused, then Touya explained it to me since Fuyumi couldn’t talk.
“Sho, the bandages are off.”
I was shocked, “What? No! That can’t be! I still can’t see anything from that eye!”
“Your eye is glassy. You’re most likely blind in that eye.”
I was speechless. I started crying again. And this time I noticed I was only crying from my right eye. Fuyumi instantly grabbed me and we started crying together. Touya held us tightly.
It took awhile for us to calm down but eventually we did. Natuso went out to get us food and gasped when he saw my eye, but quickly got over it.
Touya spoke up while we were eating, “We have to hide this from Dad. We can’t tell him. He shouldn’t notice anything is wrong at all.”
I was confused. And so was Fuyumi it seemed, “What? Why? Shouldn’t he know so he can get help.”
Touya shook his head, “No. What do you think he’ll do if he finds out his perfect weapon has a flaw. One that could be very big. The elders will already be judging him for what happened with Mom. He’ll try to get rid of Sho. He wouldn’t want anyone else to find out and report it to the elders. So we have to keep it a secret.”
Everyone nodded. I was scared but nodded as well. I didn’t want to get sent away like Mom. So we never told Dad. And like Touya said he never noticed.
I had to get used to seeing everything only half as much as before but eventually I got used to it. It was a hassle when Dad came at me during training from my left side but I survived.
Life was ok for a bit. Then Dad pushed me too far and I got burned severely. Touya got angry. And he rebelled against Dad. They had a huge fight. Fuyumi hid me away. Just in case Dad came after me. And the next thing I know is Touya is gone.
Apparently their fight got physical. Touya wanted to take us away. Dad said no. They fought and Dad killed Touya. I was numb. Touya always took care of us and protected us and now he was gone. For the next few weeks I was operating on autopilot. I couldn’t understand. I could still hear his voice in my ear and feel him holding me and caring for me.
I did eventually understand that he was gone and not coming back. It broke me though. I no longer had the emotions to function. I ran on autopilot. I just did as I was told. I didn’t feel anything about it anymore. I didn’t care. I would be stuck here until Dad set me up with some girl from a clan. And even then I’d probably stay here or start my own clan.
Then everything changed when I met him at 16 years old and then at 18.
Hitoshi- 8
I was eight years old when everything changed. Up until that point it had been pretty consistent. I was made fun of. I didn’t talk. I was beat. Pretty normal. But when I was eight something horrible happened. Well horrible to me. I’m sure everyone else rejoiced.
My mother left. Just one day she was there. The next she was gone and I was left alone. I had no money. No way to support myself. The town barely tolerated me with my mother, a full blooded Neko around. Without her there they practically kicked me out.
So now I was an eight year old hybrid child just wandering around. I had no idea what to do. I had no idea how to get food or anything to survive. I just wandered for days. I was hoping I could find someone to help me, but everyone just looked the other way and ignored me.
Until there was one man. He was a neko hybrid like me. He had red eyes and a scarf he could control without his hands. He was my saviour. He and his husband treated me like their son. They didn’t care about my quirk. They treasured me and loved me.
My dads, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada. Hizashi was a full banshee though he was pretty cool.
They taught me how to live on my own and survive off what was around me. They never pushed me for more than I could handle though. They taught me how to steal without getting caught. How to build a shelter. They taught me everything I needed to know to find what I needed.
And as much as I hated it my heart was calling out for something. I didn’t know what it was. I just knew it was something. Far away. And I wouldn’t be complete until I found it.
Shouta would always say, “You’re our son. And we love you and if it was up to us you’d never leave the nest. But we know you want to travel. And when you are ready we will support you.”
Hizashi would always follow that up with a hug and I smiled. He was right of course. They understood me and I love them for that. I hated leaving. But eventually I had to. There was something calling for me. Even though I had my dads I still didn’t feel complete.
When I left Dad and Papa gave me a gift, “This is a communication mirror. You just tap it three times and say Dad or Papa and we’ll show up. Ok squirt?”
I nodded. I was so happy I had something I could use to talk with my dads. I had tears in my eyes as I left but I knew this was something I had to do. There was something missing and I had to find it. I knew I could always come back to my dads.
As I left I turned back and saw my Dad was fighting back tears while Papa was openly crying. I waved one last time then started my journey to find the thing my heart was looking for.
Everything changed when I met him at 16 years old and met them at 18.
Iuzku- 8
Up until I was eight I still defied my mother. I still threw tantrums when she forced me to wear dresses. I still went outside and played in the edge of the forest behind the meadow. I tried to be me. But that changed when I was eight. I had my first “gay awakening” and it turned out horrible. It wasn’t a surprise I shut down after that.
I was playing in my little spot just on the edge of the meadow. I was getting all dirty and playing with the flowers. Something I wasn’t allowed to do with Mom around. She hadn’t yet found my hiding spot.
Suddenly there was a person, a young boy standing in front of me. He had light blue hair with green eyes. My heart immediately started beating faster and I started acting weird. My cheeks got red. And I started stammering and couldn’t look him in the eyes.
He just chuckled. “Hi. My name’s Amun. You’re pretty cute. Wanna come play?”
He held out his hand and I took it. He was so cute. And nice. And he wanted to play with me. No one ever wanted to play with me. So I went with him. And we went farther and farther into the forest and farther and farther from the meadow but I didn’t care. We were hopping and playing tag. I never got to play tag. And I was able to fly up high. Mom was always scared I’d fall down.
Eventually we got to a cave. I didn’t think anything of it. I thought we were gonna play more. Except when we got in the cave Amun suddenly turned from a cute little boy to a huge ugly man. I screamed loudly and he smirked.
“Well, little girl, you shouldn’t follow strange people places. You never know what they’ll end up being.”
I was shaking but managed to stammer out, “I-I’m n-no-not a a gi-girl! I-I’m a b-boy!”
He laughed in my face, “You’re kidding! You can’t be a boy! You’re too cute and girly to be a boy! You’re definitely a girl!”
He had a thinking look on his face. “But I guess we could check.”
He walked toward me but I knew when I had to skedaddle and quickly flew out of there. I shrunk down so I was bee sized and quickly flew out.
On my fly home I thought about it. Something bad had almost happened. Because I liked boys. Because I found them cute. And because I looked so much like a girl. Maybe I was a girl. Because only girls liked boys.
All I could think about was the man pretending to be a boy. And by teh time I got home all of my emotions had been shut off.
I didn’t protest when Mom stuffed me into dresses. I didn’t protest when she said I was fragile and wouldn’t let me play. I didn’t feel anything.
I didn’t feel anything for eight more years.
Everything changed when I was 16 years old, and then I met them at 18.
Shouto- 16/18
When I was 16 years old my clan was attacked. I don’t know by who or what. But if I did I’d thank them. Because of them I got away.
I saw one figure. They had cat ears and a tail, so obviously a neko. And were dressed in all purple. The moment I saw them my emotions came back. I could feel again. I tried to talk to them. But they ran in the opposite direction.
I wanted to see them. Talk to them so badly. They brought back something I had caged away for years. Without even a second thought. I wanted to know how they did it. I wanted to be around them. Their energy. Their aura. It was magnificent
I knew they were important. I didn’t know how but I knew they were important.
I traveled the land looking for them. I just followed my heart.
I knew what day I would see them again. I just didn’t know when or where.
I met new people. New cultures. I love it. It was all so great.
I couldn’t find the neko again.
When I was 18 my heart led me to a meadow. It was full of pixies. There was also them. And another creature that caught my eye. A little bumblebee pixie boy. I don’t know how I knew he was a boy. I just did.
As I walked across that meadow I knew my life would never be the same. But I also know I’ve found what I was looking for and life would be so much better and whole with them by my side.
Hitoshi- 16/18
When I was sixteen I travelled the world. I got up to all sorts of trouble. A group of wanderers attacked a naga clan of an abuser. It was victorious. It made my blood sing. I saw a boy there. He had white and red hair. I wanted to find him again. He was what I needed. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I just let my heart take me where it needed though. I knew eventually it would take me to the red and white boy.
When I was eighteen I met him again. I had just wanted to unwind with some pixies. When I saw the boy across the clearing.
I did my version of a smile. It widened when I saw a pixie boy sitting all by himself. I don’t know how I knew he was a boy. I just did.
They were what I was missing. They Were what I need to feel whole. So I started heading in their direction.
As I walked across that meadow I knew my life would never be the same. But I also know I’ve found what I was looking for and live would be so much better and whole with them by my side.
Izuku- 16/18
When I was sixteen my life changed. A traveler came from somewhere. I didn’t know where. I just knew he was there. He had seen things. I approached him one night. I wanted to hear his stories.
He told me bout how he was once macho and healthy but now he was sick and ghastly. He told me about the time he fought against a man ten times his power adn won. I was shocked. All these stories. It reminded me of what I wanted to do. I wanted to go out.
I thanked Yagi when he left to continue his travels.
My emotions were still locked away. But they seem to have become strong with Yagi’s visit. There was a little spark ignited within me that had previously been blown out.
My emotions came back full force two years later.
Then when I was eighteen I saw them. Two strangers. One a purple neko. One a red and white naga. They were magnificent and seeing them woke something inside me. My emotions were back. I could feel once again. I had the two men to thank for that.
I watched as they both approached me and smiled.
I knew everything would be ok with these boys. These boys that somehow filled what had been missing.