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yooooo, new super hero team

in the latest chapter in my fic, the mutants known as Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina. Tenya Ilda, Ochaco Uraraka, Shouto Todoroki, Kirishima Eijirou, Katsuki Bakugou and the human Midoriya Izuku are know known as the super hero team X Men. Yes, you heard right in my alternate dimension they are the X Men.

Go read my fic bro you dont wanna miss this out trust me:

new chapter y'all

we finally learn more of the x gene origins (in my universe its whole new origin so please dude dont expect to be exactly the same)

in case you dont know what im talking about I made a bkdk x man au hehehe and in the latest chapter I have brought some answers ( or maybe more questions) anyways we've reached 90, 197 words now guys that's cool a friend of mine said that's bigger than the first Harry Potter book there's so much yet to happen I have so so many ideas

hop on the boat before its finished (its more fun that way)

me holding my baby (my fic):

my link here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989765/chapters/153053389

guys im going on a trip so I will be away for a few days so that leaves plenty time for y'all to catch up for when im back

love y'all be safeeeee

A jealous Kats goes to confront a very blunt Todoroki

In the latest chapter of my fic, an extremely jealous kats goes to confront an extremely blunt Todoroki. Only to find him hot- wtf is going on ?

my fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989765/chapters/153053389

Todoroki has arrived!!!!

First of all happy new year my dears! Alsooooooooo in the latest chapter you're finally meeting IFOF! Shouto Todoroki (in case you dont know what's that its the Shouto Todoroki from my fic's universe yay) the chapter today is huge but its cause I had to make it up for my time awayyyyyy (im so sorry dear readers)

trust me you're going to like todays chapter

anyways loveeeesssss just in case somehow you havent read my fic yet is an x men au (with my own twist in it) with bkdk as the protagonists and they just entered ua y'all and in there there is a lot of mutants ( kats is a mutant but izuku isnt he is quirkless ) and recently izuku just meet Shouto finally

Todoroki introducing himself to the new hottie of the school:

izuku meeting this new hot mutant:

jealous kats:

anywaysssss here is my fic so you can read it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989765/chapters/153053389

aaaaaaaah my ao3 link for some reason isnt working whyyyyyyyy but you can literally check my recent posts for the link y'all

New chapter out!

Kirishima (and other characters) have finally made an appearance !

My fic here:

Part 3 has began

ALSO AIZAWA HAS A SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS I REPEATTTTTTTTTTTT UA IS FINALLY PART OF MY FICCCCCC YEYYYYYYYYYY THINGS ARE FINALLY GETTING INTERESTING

I would hop on the boat if I were you :

the mutants have finally a place to call home

alsoooooooo in case you dont know what the fuck im talking about well ive created a bkdk fic in whichhhhhhhhhhhhhh hehehheheheh is a kinda of an x man au but with my own twist on it it has much violence and people with quirks aren't the majority of the population izuku is quirkless and him and kats are hopelessly in love with each other but being a mutant ( having a quirk is literally a crime so well things ) aren't looking sweet when kats is outed as a mutant..... anyways please give my baby ( my fic ) a try y'all :

much love as always and thank you for everythinggggggggggggggggg

Part two is complete!

It was so short broooooooooooooooooooooooo buttttttt heyyyyyyyyy

Alice (me) to myself every time I realize I keep expanding my fanfiction universe more and more and creating more rules and details and locations for it:

If you're late you should probably catch up before I start part 3 bro:

part 3 is coming (my man Shouto too)

ALSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I said in the notes of the chapter but I will say once again thank you for reading and keeping up with me I love you guys and I hope y'all are enjoying the ride much much love as alwaysssssss and be well and save everyoneeee

New chapter !

the league is finally created in my fic's mha universe hehehehe things are about to get realll interesting part 3 is getting closer and closer

My readers receiving this chapter after last chapter ending:

my fic's link so you can check the new chapter:

Part 3 is coming

I dont think you guys get the amount of bombs ive been getting part 2 is almost overrrrrr part 3 is going to be crazyyyyyyyyyy

my fic if you have no idea what im talking about:

See you later?

Guys im feeling a bit unmotivated and I dont really feel like posting my fic at least for a little while. I think that maybe my fic isnt that good to put that much effort in. I hate not finishing things so I will probably come back to finish (specially to introduce Shouto who I couldn't till now) idk I just feel that maybe I got too excited over an idea that is not even that good you know? Anyways I'm sending y'all much love and a happy season because this is supposed to be my favorite season of the year. Just know that I love y'all and was very grateful for the support and the love you've given me.

how it feels having to people have conversations in two different cars tho they are kinda far away from each other and there is wind:

Kats and endeavor screaming at each other in my fic be like

im sorry I didn't daily update yesterday I was sad because I failed and didn't get my driver's license T.T anywaysssss it was hard but so fun to finally have Enji in the story I couldn't make him a bad person for literally no reason like in the anime so I gave him a sad and twisted back story also I had to make kats more unhinged in this chapter

alsoooooo kats going unhinged gave me feral cat vibes:

dont worry horikoshi dear they might not be canon in your mind but ill make sure they are in my fic

Hehehehe chapter 47 is out now

Part 2

guys im going to start part 2 now (probably going to post it tomorrow) I couldn't wait any longer bedsides the leaks (the anger further motivated me) im probably going to write part 2 in the same space/ fic because I decided that they didn't look put together when I divided them. anyways excited to start this new phase swear in this part we're seeing other characters like Shouto and Aizawa

my fic in case you dont know what the hell im talking about:

Part 1 is complete

Go check out my fic guys part 1 is done we're moving to part 2 next:

guys do you remember that times in Percy Jackson where uncle Gabe would lie to the tv making me laugh my ass off while I read the book?

Well.. I decided that we needed one of this scenes as well and let me tell you eccentric Doffy was not the criminal Zuzu and Kats were expecting and Law is like Im terrified of this pink glasses man:

you are needing something to binge read with now 40 chapters bkdk fic with an original story and with daily updates that keep coming?

hold up, I gotcha

I keep getting ideas so we may never get to the point where I want to get but anyways

I realized what my fic was missing:

murderous children

all the good stories have those like one piece. hunter x hunter. batman comics- Damian sweetie you know this is about you. anyways so I added that tiny detail to my bkdk fic:

things are getting good but I keep getting more ideias when will we finally arrive to the middle of the story we are still at the beginning

new chapter:

figuring out how to name this one was hard

things keep getting better for my boys at least cause my day today sucked hope tonights party saves it

If you:

you love Law?

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you want to see some 17 year olds basically adopt a 7 year old Law?

while they are being hunted by the government ?

Law always seen to find blond unhinged men who seem to decide to adopt him at first sight no matter the universe

Please beware of the tags in my fic so you don't accidentally get triggered! Please be safe and know your limits!

Obs: there is no rape in this fic but there is a non- consensual kiss the tag is there because of that

I decided to add a "get help" moment on my fic and it was the best decision ive ever made. it will be shown in the next chapter (that will be posted tomorrow) because I already posted too many new chapters today :

every day my fic gets crazier now bkdk basically have adopted a child (and they are 17) and the entire country hates them

proud of it tho

I'm back

I was sick a few days ago and wasn't updating but today I did! New chapters out now:

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Love bkdk/bakudeku/dkbk/katsizu idk whatever name you prefer for Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya

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My fic in a nutshell:

It's fire on fire (You are perfection, my only direction)

By atthelowest

Summary:

In a world fractured by fear and prejudice, where the X-gene marks individuals as both extraordinary and cursed, Katsuki Bakugou stands at the heart of a tragic romance. Born with the explosive ability to wield fire, Katsuki is a mutant in a society that views his powers as a harbinger of destruction—a monster to be feared and reviled. But for one person, he is much more: he is everything.

Izuku Midoriya, quirkless and yearning for a world where mutants can be heroes, has loved Katsuki since childhood. Yet, with every spark that ignites from Katsuki's hands, the world pushes him further into darkness, branding him as a villain before he even has the chance to fight for his place.

As the government tightens its grip on mutants, hunting them like prey, Katsuki finds himself torn between the desire to protect Izuku and the pressure to embrace the rage that threatens to consume him. Their relationship becomes a delicate dance of love and pain, a secret kept in the shadows where fear and hope intertwine. Katsuki’s struggle intensifies as he distances himself from Izuku, convinced that his powers will only bring chaos to the one person he wants to keep safe.

Also known as I had a crazy dream. Again.

Obs: If you know nothing about the x man that's okay, Im not doing my job right if you can't understand it without having read it.

Epilogue: Requiem for the Fallen

They never talked about what they did in the shadows. Not really. The stories only came out in fragments, and even then, no one wanted to hear them.

No one wanted to know. Not at first.

The war ended, but not everything stopped when the fighting did. The smoke cleared, the rubble was swept away, and the flags of victory were raised, but beneath the surface, the scars were still raw. In the quiet corners of power, behind polished doors and forgotten walls, the real wounds festered—wounds they had carved into the very fabric of humanity.

The secrets didn’t vanish with the falling empires. They lingered, hidden beneath layers of polite history, locked away in places no one dared to look. But the past has a way of crawling back, doesn’t it? The experiments, the trials, the nightmares—they kept them alive. They didn’t die with the dictators. The men who played God weren’t done with their work.

The world remembers the war for what it saw: soldiers and tanks, bombs and battles. But there was a different war, one no one could see, fought in cold, sterile rooms where the stench of chemicals mixed with the iron tang of blood. This was the war fought in the name of progress, where human bodies were just raw material. They were told it was for the future, for a stronger tomorrow. They were promised that out of this darkness, something better would emerge. A better species. A stronger breed. They called it evolution. But evolution is a cruel teacher.

And in those rooms, evolution wasn’t natural. It was forced.

It started with whispers, rumors of something more than soldiers marching on the battlefield. Rumors that spread in the camps and across borders, but were always too far from the surface for anyone to act. Whispers of what happened in the laboratories. Of needles piercing skin, of bodies strapped down, and the kinds of screams no one could admit to hearing. They called it science. They called it progress.

But what came out of those labs wasn’t victory. It was something they couldn’t control. They had played too long with life and death, and what they created wasn’t a miracle—it was a mutation. A mistake, they said, though they knew it wasn’t that. It was the birth of something different. Something dangerous. A spark that flickered in the veins of the broken and forgotten. It spread, slow at first, like a shadow growing longer as the sun sets. Silent. Invisible.

And by the time the world noticed, it was too late.

They named it later—the X-gene. A tidy name for something so unclean. They gave it a letter, as though reducing it to a single character could strip it of the horror it carried. But that letter was heavy. It passed through generations, hidden in bloodlines, sleeping in the dark places of families and nations, waiting. At first, it was just a murmur in the genetic code, a ripple beneath the surface of humanity. It didn’t touch everyone—only a few, here and there. But when it did, the world felt it.

The war ended, but not everything died with it. Some things lingered, ghosts of atrocities that could not be buried. As the world rebuilt itself, the X-gene slipped into the bloodstream of history, invisible, yet very much alive. Passed down from parent to child, across decades and borders, it seeped into the fabric of humanity itself, unseen and unknown. For a time.

After the war, the scientists responsible for these horrors scattered like ash on the wind. Some were dragged into the light, made to answer for their crimes at the Nuremberg Trials. But others? They slipped through the cracks, disappearing into the shadows they knew so well.

The war was over, but the hunger for power was not.

The governments of the world wanted what the Nazis had uncovered—something beyond mere soldiers and machines. They wanted the mutants, the quirked, those marked by the strange, twisted remnants of the X-gene. No one knows for what purpose. No one ever dared ask. Perhaps they saw them as weapons. Perhaps they believed they could harness what was never meant to be tamed.

But no one could replicate it. No matter how many experiments they ran, how many subjects they sacrificed, no one could reproduce the quirks in those who didn’t already have them. It was beyond them, slipping through their fingers like sand.

So instead, they turned on the mutants. They hunted them, vilified them, reduced them to less than human. The world feared them for what they represented—not just the danger of their powers, but the reminder of what humanity had done in its darkest hours. Mutants were not born of nature's will. They were the echoes of human arrogance, of men who played God and broke the rules of life itself.

Except for All Might.

He was the exception. A mutant, yes, but an American mutant who had fought in the Second World War, standing tall as the world burned around him. He had become a symbol, an emblem of hope in those dark days. The only mutant the world had ever called a hero. The only one they respected. They needed someone like him—a quirked soldier, blessed with strength that could turn the tide of battle. But more than that, they needed a symbol that made them feel like they were still in control. All Might gave them that. He gave them the illusion that, perhaps, the mutations weren’t so bad. That maybe there was a way to harness the chaos.

But that respect never spread to the others.

The rest of the mutants were treated like aberrations, mistakes that should never have been. They were hunted, cataloged, and discriminated against. Governments passed laws, registries were created. Some countries went so far as to strip mutants of their rights, caging them in camps or hidden facilities where they could be studied, dissected, treated as objects of fear rather than people. They were disgusting, the world said. They weren’t like All Might—they were reminders of a history no one wanted to confront. The quirked were living proof that the world’s darkest chapters hadn’t been sealed, that the horrors of the past had woven themselves into the very blood of humanity.

And the worst part? It didn’t stop.

The old experiments continued in secret. Quietly, under the veil of "progress," the governments and scientists kept trying to unlock the secrets of the X-gene, trying to find a way to control it, to wield it. But they never could. No matter how much they tortured the truth, it refused to give them the power they sought.

Many found new masters, new flags to serve under. The world was divided, and as it split into East and West, so too did the remnants of those twisted experiments. The Soviet Union, desperate for any advantage in the coming Cold War, welcomed these men with open arms, their sins washed away in the name of progress. They continued their work in secret, perfecting the genetic manipulation they had begun under Nazi rule. Others fled to far-flung corners of the globe, hiding in plain sight, embedding themselves within hidden, unethical programs that operated far from the eyes of the public.

It all began in China, in a place few had ever heard of—Qingqing City. At first, it seemed like nothing more than a curious piece of local news. A baby had been born there, a child who glowed with a soft, radiant light. The doctors were baffled, the parents terrified. And the world… the world watched in disbelief.

After the news from Qingqing City—the baby that glowed with its own light—the world’s illusion of control crumbled. It wasn’t just an anomaly or a strange case; it was the beginning. The first visible sign that the X-gene had woken. But this time, it wasn’t in some hidden laboratory, locked behind the doors of secrecy. It was out in the world, in the open, and it couldn’t be stopped.

What started as a single glowing child became a flood.

It began with strange stories, strange people. Children with impossible gifts. A woman who could light a fire with a touch. A boy who could walk through walls. Powers that defied explanation, that broke the boundaries of what it meant to be human. Abilities that seemed like miracles in a world still healing from its wounds. But miracles can quickly turn to nightmares when the world is unprepared for them.

People began to whisper again. Stories spread of individuals who could do things no one else could. At first, they were dismissed as myths or exaggerations. But as more and more appeared—strange powers that couldn’t be explained away—the world began to take notice. And with notice came fear. Some of them were small, subtle things—barely noticeable quirks. Others were wild, uncontrollable, terrifying.

And the world hated them for it.

They hated them not for the destruction they caused, but for what they represented. They hated them for existing. For being different. But more than that, they hated them because the X-gene reminded everyone of a truth they had buried deep: that humanity could be twisted. That the worst parts of the war—the atrocities, the cold cruelty, the disregard for life—hadn’t died with the flags or the battles. The mutants were labeled, not as heroes, but as aberrations, twisted by the sins of a forgotten past. They were feared, hated, and, perhaps worst of all, misunderstood.

Governments, once terrified of repeating the past, now scrambled to contain what they saw as a threat. Quirkless people, the majority, turned against the quirked, their fear festering into anger. Laws were passed, registries created. Mutants were forced to hide, forced to choose between living in secret or being hunted like animals.

It lived on, quietly, in the genes of those who carried the mutation. It lived on in them. In us.

But the X-gene couldn’t be erased. It was woven too deeply into the bloodlines now, spreading slowly but surely, like ink bleeding through paper. For every generation that passed, more mutants were born, and with them, the tension between the quirked and quirkless grew. Some mutants tried to use their powers for good, acting as heroes, striving to prove that they weren’t the monsters they were made out to be. But it was never enough.

The world tried to forget, but mutants were living proof that some things can’t be erased. Every time someone with a quirk appeared, it was a reminder that the horrors of the past had not been buried—they had been reborn. The X-gene wasn’t a gift, not to them. It was a curse. And those who carried it were cursed as well, whether they wanted it or not.

The fear spread faster than the mutation ever could. They called it unnatural. An aberration. The children of monsters. And monsters, as we know, aren’t meant to walk free. They are meant to be hunted, feared, or destroyed.

For decades, the world pretended it had moved on from the war, but the war never ended. It only changed its shape. The soldiers were different now. The weapons, more insidious. And the battleground? It was within the very blood of the people who carried this gene. People who were marked by history’s greatest sins.

And so, it continued. The hatred. The fear. The persecution. For the world could never forgive the fact that it had been complicit in the creation of something beyond its control. It could never forget that, in trying to make themselves gods, they had unleashed something they could not understand.

And so, the mutants were hunted. Not for what they had done, but for what they were.

They called it evolution. But this? This was the evolution of fear. The evolution of a world that couldn’t look in the mirror without seeing the ghosts of its own creation.

This was the truth Izuku Midoriya had learned, burned into him like a scar, at the age of four. It wasn’t whispered in kind words or taught with soft lessons. It came as a crushing weight, a brutal reality that fell over him like an iron curtain. The world wasn’t fair, and it didn’t care about dreams or promises. The moment society marked you as different—whether by the X-gene, a quirk, or a mutation—you were no longer like them. You were something else, something to be feared, to be controlled.

Izuku knew this all too well. He had seen it. He had felt it.

But there was something else Izuku had always known, long before the harsh truths of the world sank in. It was a truth even more intimate, more raw, tangled deep in the core of who he was. He was in love with Katsuki Bakugou. From the beginning of everything, before the world made them choose sides, before their paths diverged. He had always known.

And how could he not be? Katsuki was everything Izuku wasn’t—strong, fearless, fiery. Even as a child, Katsuki shone like the sun, burning with confidence, with an unshakable will that made everyone around him look small in comparison. He was brilliant, dazzling in his strength, and Izuku had looked up to him with the kind of admiration that bordered on worship. Kacchan was awesome. Kacchan was sugoi. Izuku had loved Katsuki for as long as he could remember. Kacchan was everything.

But it was more than just awe. It was love. A fierce, consuming love that rooted itself in Izuku’s chest, growing like a flame, untouchable and impossible to extinguish.

Then the sparks came.

The day Katsuki’s quirk manifested, everything changed. Izuku remembered it clearly—how the sparks danced from Kacchan’s hands, crackling in the air, beautiful in their wildness. But what Izuku saw as something extraordinary, something breathtaking, Katsuki saw as a curse.

From that moment on, Kacchan didn’t look at himself as a hero in the making, or even as someone extraordinary. He saw himself as a monster.

Izuku couldn’t understand it then, the way Katsuki’s eyes dimmed, the way his laughter turned sharp and bitter. How he withdrew, slowly, methodically, until the space between them became an unbridgeable chasm. Katsuki began hiding, shutting himself off from the world—and from Izuku most of all. He distanced himself in ways that weren’t just physical, but emotional, leaving behind only the cold walls of silence. Katsuki's pain had twisted him, turned his own power into something to be feared.

Izuku didn’t mind that Kacchan was a mutant. He didn’t care that his quirk made him different. He loved him anyway. He would always love him.

But Katsuki couldn’t see that. He was convinced that his power, his mutation, made him dangerous. That he was something that shouldn’t exist. So, to protect Izuku—his love, his fragile, precious Izuku—he did the only thing he could think of.

He pushed him away.

The first time it happened, it hurt. It felt like Katsuki had reached inside him and tore something vital away, leaving behind an emptiness that Izuku couldn’t fill. But even then, Izuku clung to the belief that it was just a phase, that Kacchan would come back to him. That the boy he loved, the boy he needed, would return.

But Katsuki didn’t come back. Not like before. Instead, he vanished deeper into his pain, hiding behind a wall of aggression and distance. The sparks that once made Izuku’s heart race now felt like a barrier between them—a reminder that Katsuki would never let himself be loved, not truly. Not as long as he saw himself as something wrong.

Izuku saw Katsuki’s eyes sometimes—haunted, shadowed by fear, the fear of himself, of what he could become. Katsuki had locked himself in a cage, a cage built by his own hands, and no matter how much Izuku longed to reach in, to pull him out, it was as if Katsuki was determined to stay trapped. Trapped, and alone.

And Izuku was left there, watching, helpless. In love with a boy who believed he was too dangerous to be loved.

But Izuku wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The love he felt for Katsuki wasn’t something that could be snuffed out by distance or rejection. It wasn’t something that would fade over time. It was a part of him, as intrinsic as the blood in his veins. Every spark that flew from Katsuki’s hands, every explosion that shook the air, only reminded him of the fire he carried inside—one that matched Kacchan’s in intensity, if not in form.

Even if Katsuki saw himself as a monster, Izuku never would.

To him, Katsuki Bakugou was beautiful. Beautiful in his strength, in his fury, in the fire that burned inside him even when the world tried to extinguish it. He was reckless and dangerous, yes, but he was also brilliant, a storm wrapped in a human form.

And Izuku would love him through it all.

Even if it hurt.

Even if Katsuki pushed him away forever, if the sparks built walls between them, if the world itself stood between them, Izuku would love him. Because Kacchan was worth it.

No matter what the world thought of mutants, no matter how many times Katsuki tried to hide, Izuku would always see him for what he truly was.

Not a monster.

But someone who deserved to be loved.

All men are not created equal.  But it wasn’t because he had a quirk. No—Izuku had no powers. Like the vast majority of the world, he was born quirkless.

But that wasn’t the part that hurt.

What tore at him, what consumed him from a young age, was the fact that he wasn’t like them. The mutants. The ones who were different, marked by the X-gene—the ones everyone feared, hated, and wanted to erase. The mutants were seen as monsters, abominations that came from the nightmares of wars past. They were treated as less than human, and every day, they faced the world's disgust head-on.

Katsuki Bakugou was one of them.

Yet Izuku never once saw Katsuki as anything less than extraordinary. He admired him, even if Katsuki couldn’t understand why. He admired all mutants.

Because unlike the world that rejected them, Izuku saw something different.

Where others saw fear, Izuku saw potential. Where others saw monsters, Izuku saw heroes.

From a young age, he had watched the mutants with wide-eyed wonder, longing to be like them. He didn’t see them as cursed or dangerous. He saw them as powerful, as capable. They were survivors. They had endured centuries of cruelty, persecution, and hatred, and still, they stood tall. They had abilities that could change the world—abilities that could be used for good, if only the world would let them.

The world was never kind to mutants.

From the moment they were discovered, from the moment the X-gene surfaced and the first quirked individual was born in a war-ravaged lab, the world rejected them. Mutants were branded as dangerous, unpredictable, inhuman. They were feared for what they could do, for the powers that manifested in their bodies without warning, without control. But more than anything, they were hated for what they represented—a break from the norm, an evolution that no one asked for, and a reminder of the horrors that came from human hands.

The hatred burned bright, fueled by fear. And when fear takes hold of the world, it does not let go easily.

Everywhere, the message was the same. Mutants were monsters. Disgusting, unnatural, and too dangerous to be allowed to exist. Laws were passed, restrictions were tightened, and slowly, the mutant population was backed into a corner. They were isolated, forced into the shadows, their very existence an affront to the idea of a "safe" and "normal" society.

For those mutants who tried to live quietly, who tried to blend in, the weight of that hatred was suffocating. They were watched, hunted, and controlled, as if every one of them was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. The lucky few who managed to hide their quirks were spared the worst of it, but for the rest, the world became a cage.

The constant fear. The judgment. The whispers behind their backs, the stares, the violence—it was relentless.

And no one fought for them.

Over time, the mutants who had once tried to find their place in the world grew bitter, hardened by the cruelty they faced every day. They had been pushed into the shadows, forced to live in the cracks of society, treated like dirt no matter how hard they tried to prove themselves.

It wasn’t long before many of them stopped trying.

Because no matter how much they wanted to be good, no matter how much they wanted to fit in, society had already made up its mind. They were already villains in the eyes of the world.

So they became what they were told they were.

Anger turned to violence. Bitterness turned to rebellion. It started with a few—a small group of mutants who had been cast out, abandoned by a society that treated them as less than human. They fought back, not out of a desire for power, but out of a desire to survive. To remind the world that they weren’t so easily broken.

But survival turned to something darker. The hatred that had been directed at them for so long had twisted something inside of them. And soon, more and more mutants found themselves walking down that same path.

Society had created its own monsters.

The mutants who rose to power didn’t do so because they were inherently evil. They did so because the world had given them no other choice. In a world that feared them, that hated them for what they were, the only way they could reclaim their power was through fear. If society wouldn’t let them live in peace, they would make the world pay attention—by force.

And the more society pushed, the more mutants turned to violence.

It became a vicious cycle. The more mutants lashed out, the more fear spread, and the more society tightened its grip. Governments created special task forces, military units trained to hunt down mutants, to suppress their growing power. Laws were passed to limit their freedom, to cage them.

And with each new law, each new attack, more and more mutants gave up on the idea of ever being accepted.

They turned their anger against the world that had rejected them. Villains—that’s what they became, in the eyes of the masses. And once you’ve been labeled a villain, it becomes far too easy to act like one.

But not all mutants were like this. There were still those who tried to rise above the hate, who still believed in the possibility of being more than what the world thought of them. Heroes, in their own right. Mutants who used their powers to protect, to defend, to prove that not all of them were monsters. But they were few and far between.

Most mutants had learned the hard way that the world was not interested in their good deeds. They didn’t care how many lives they saved, how many times they tried to help. They were still mutants. Still monsters. And in the eyes of society, no act of heroism could change that.

But Izuku had always believed that it didn’t have to be this way. He had always believed that mutants could be heroes, even if no one else did. Even if the world had already decided that mutants were dangerous, Izuku couldn’t help but see them as people with the potential for greatness. People like Katsuki, who had the strength and power to change things if only the world would let him.

And Izuku wanted to be one of them.

It was a secret he kept close, buried deep within him, where no one else could find it. Most people pitied the mutants at best, despised them at worst. They were seen as reminders of the horrors of the past—the result of twisted experiments and a history the world wanted to forget. But to Izuku, they represented something far more.

They represented hope.

Mutants had the power to be heroes. They had the strength to fight back against a world that hated them, to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. In a world where quirkless people like Izuku were considered ordinary and powerless, mutants stood apart as a symbol of something more.

And Izuku wanted that more than anything. Not just because of the power, but because he wanted to help. He wanted to protect. He wanted to stand on the side of those the world cast aside, to be the kind of hero who didn’t turn away from those in need.

He wanted to be like Kacchan.

But he was quirkless.

The reality of it hurt, deep down in a place Izuku tried not to acknowledge. He knew that no mutation would ever manifest in his body. He knew that no matter how much he admired the mutants, no matter how much he wanted to be one, he was destined to remain ordinary in the eyes of society.

Still, that didn’t stop the dreams. It didn’t stop the longing.

Izuku had always believed that if the world gave mutants a chance, they could be the heroes he always dreamed of. Not monsters, not villains. But heroes. He believed that the powers they were cursed for, the quirks that made them outcasts, could be the very things that saved lives. That saved everyone.

Katsuki didn’t believe that. Not anymore. Somewhere along the way, the world had broken something inside him. The fear, the hatred, the disgust that followed him everywhere had eaten away at his confidence, his pride. Katsuki distanced himself from Izuku, from everyone, believing that his power was too dangerous to be anything but a weapon.

But Izuku refused to believe that.

He refused to believe that the boy he loved, the boy he knew, was anything other than a force for good. He didn’t care if Katsuki was a mutant. He didn’t care what the world thought of him. He loved him anyway. And he would continue to love him, even if Katsuki kept trying to push him away.

Because Izuku saw in Katsuki what no one else could—a hero.

And maybe, just maybe, one day the world would see it too.

After all, this was no longer about what had been done in the war. It wasn’t about what had been created by the hands of the scientists who had vanished into history’s shadows. This was about what was coming. The world had changed, and whether it liked it or not, the future belonged to the mutants.

The question wasn’t if the world would accept them.

The question was whether it could survive without them.

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"In a world fractured by fear and prejudice, where the X-gene marks individuals as both extraordinary and cursed, Katsuki Bakugou stands at the heart of a tragic romance. Born with the explosive ability to wield fire, Katsuki is a mutant in a society that views his powers as a harbinger of destruction—a monster to be feared and reviled. But for one person, he is much more: he is everything.

Izuku Midoriya, quirkless and yearning for a world where mutants can be heroes, has loved Katsuki since childhood. Yet, with every spark that ignites from Katsuki's hands, the world pushes him further into darkness, branding him as a villain before he even has the chance to fight for his place.

As the government tightens its grip on mutants, hunting them like prey, Katsuki finds himself torn between the desire to protect Izuku and the pressure to embrace the rage that threatens to consume him. Their relationship becomes a delicate dance of love and pain, a secret kept in the shadows where fear and hope intertwine. Katsuki’s struggle intensifies as he distances himself from Izuku, convinced that his powers will only bring chaos to the one person he wants to keep safe.

Also known as I had a crazy dream. Again."

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