Pilot: Waking the Storm
Izuku Midoriya.
That's all the news ever spoke about for a week. About how a green haired kid held his own against the prodigy of the Todoroki family. It was even more reason for society to turn a blind eye to the poor girl on the side of the road. For years all I've ever wanted is for someone to look my way, for someone to say something, for someone to at least reach out a hand...
...no hand came my way...
It was a stormy night when it happened, we had just come home from the quirk doctor, some old guy with odd looking goggles. The results? Well...he said negative...but his face said otherwise... He wore a sick grin and snickered as my family left the room. My parents both clutching me in their arms, didn't notice it...but I did. We drove home in silence, the rain pounding against the car windows, thunder roared in the distance, and the entire time I couldn't stop thinking about that grin. We arrived home to find a surprise party held by our relatives with party poppers and everything, but that didn't last. I lost count of how many times I heard "I'm do sorry" and "I wish things were different" repeated over, and over, and...over...again...
01:27am. I remember the time it happened clear as day. It was 01:27 in the morning when I awoke to the sound of glass breaking quickly followed by the shrill screams of my mother. Her blood curdling screams of pain still haunt me to this day. The next thing I heard was the sound of a struggle and my father crying out my mother's name, but it was useless, even from my room I could hear the horrid sound of bones being crushed into a powder. Then he called out my name. "Aska" he called, "Aska come heree" I did not budge. I could hear him stomp around the house looking for me, when he finally reached my room he kicked the door down. "Aska I know you're in here...this is the last room in the houusseee" ... "Come on out already brat! That old man is paying me to grab you...and I need that money." I shivered under my bed, hand covering my mouth as tears ran down my cheeks and onto the floor.
Then he lifted the bed.
He grabbed me by the ankle and lifted me up, holding me up like a swine on a hook. "There you are you little rat, I've been looking everywhere for you." I began screaming my lungs out and begging for someone to come, anyone. That's when he pulled his arm back and punched me in the abdomen. "Shut UP! He said I had to bring you to him, but he never said you had to be in one piece, so BE QUIET before I do to YOU what I did to your FATHER!" It was only now I noticed his blood soaked palm, bits of a hard white substance still clinging onto it. Then I felt something odd. I never felt it before so it was a new experience, I felt my body getting hotter, my hair stood on end, and time seemed to get slower. My skin began to glow a bright yellow...and then I closed my eyes. All I remember in that instance, is the colour black, and then the mighty roar of thunder. When I opened them back up I found myself in a alleyway halfway across the city. Not knowing where I was, all I could do was hide, I found some boxes to hide behind and so I did exactly that. Turns out, the police were called, but not because of the screaming, but because of what seemed to be "illegal quirk usage" or whatever that is. They reported a large thunderbolt shooting out from a house window and into the thunderclouds. The man responsible for the murders was found guilty however nothing came of it...because he had died. Based on the fresh scarring found on his body, it was assumed whoever killed him was responsible for the report of quick usage. 12 years later and I realize that it was me, I had killed the man who killed my family...and I feel no regret for it.
My name, is Aska Bultraas. However now I simply go by Z. And my quirk? It's an electric quirk. I named it Stormy Surge. What can it do? I have yet to find that out myself, hell, I still don't know what it does, all I know is that it saved my life. But that's not my priority right now, my priority is surviving. Without a place to call home I live in the streets, stealing what I need to live another day in this God forsaken place. However one simple choice to steal from a small bakery in the corner of the city changed the course of my life forever. I met him, a green haired boy...by the name...Izuku. Midoriya.
It was that fateful encounter that not only changed my views on life...but where I stand in this world.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
SporefYY
SporefYY I dunno what I'm doing lol