Katsuo Fukushima

THE BASICS

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

BACKGROUND HISTORY

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Katsuo’s earliest memories are fond ones. He was unaware of his parent’s career, but as parents they were second to none. He wasn’t spoiled, but he was cared for, supported, and showered in affection. Sure he cried sometimes, every six year old does, but if you were going to ask who the happiest six year old in the world were, Katsuo would surely put his name up on that list. However even paradise can experience hardship.





Katsuo’s parents were quite successful criminals. They weren’t the violent kind, but cat burglars. They had a taste for very fine things and the quirks to achieve them. From famous paintings to bank deeds, there were few robberies they would turn down. Eventually they took a contract to steal a family heirloom from a well-known mob-boss. Simple stuff. They were able to sneak into the compound with relative ease. Katsuo’s parents' quirks made for excellent thieves. His father had the power to make a perfect copy of any inanimate object under ten pounds he managed to get his hands on. However the copy would only last for a short time, before bursting in a puff of smoke. Using this he was able to steal hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of art, deeds, and treasures. His mother’s quirk gave her acid spit, using it she was able to disable traps, cameras, get through walls- etc. All valuable skills as a thief. Together they would manage to pull off more heists than most could imagine.



When they had Katsuo however they slowed down, other than the occasional job for someone they owed a favor, or a particularly exhilarating heist, they settled down as parents in a nice mansion-like compound. Due to their anonymity, with the help of a few fences they were able to live a very nice life with little suspicion. A few restaurants here, a car wash here, and the numbers become very easy to fudge.



Katsuo’s mother was an American, they celebrated many unique holidays due to this. Dressing up for Halloween was an American thing but they would come up with costumes every year. However Katsuo’s usually involved something very simple- such as being a dinosaur. After a long day of celebration, stuffing his face with candy, and a small stomach ache due to earlier candy consumption, the young boy was finally put to bed.



Rubbing his eyes as his vision tried to readjust to the dark he would hear a large crash coming from somewhere in the home. His body tensed up, every muscle in his body grew still and his breathing halted. The silence that seemed to go on forever was finally interrupted by a shrill scream from his mother. The hairs on his neck went up, but he was frozen solid. He tried to work up the courage to leave his bed when he finally heard another shout from his father. Then a slam, a thud, then silence.



Katsuo began to cry- however he was too afraid to make a noise. He wanted to call out to his parents, see if they were okay, for them to come save him, but he was scared. His gaze scanned the dark room, only a bit of light coming in from a streetlight outside. As he began to hear steps towards his room, he quickly scrambled from his bed and nosedived for a treasure chest filled with toys, sitting opposite from the window. He lowered himself under the toys, until only his head supported the lid of the box- giving him the slightest glimpse into the room.



He had never been so scared in his life, within a few moments of him getting into place a large man came in and let out a tough grunt. Bringing his hand up to speak into something, something Katsuo couldn’t make out, the man said “Fuck- boss. You told me it was just the two of them, no kids involved..” he was met with radio silence. Katsuo held his breath before finally he received a message. “Kill them all- i’ll double your pay.” Katsuo gulped and slid deeper into his desert of toys. The gruff man spoke out again “I told you boss, I ain’t in the business of killin’ innocents. I’ll bring him in though- once you get your hands on ‘em, ain’t my problem what happens to him.” From the radio Katsuo heard a sharp sigh and responded “Fine- you vigilantes are all the same. Pretending to have some morals, does it help you sleep at night?”



The radio would click before the man would let out a groan before looking around the room. He got down on his knees and first looked under the bed, inside the closet and then spoke out. “Hey- kid, hide and seek’s over. I’m your only chance of getting out of this alive. The clean-up squad will be here soon..”



Luckily Katsuo had played hide and seek with other kids growing up, so he knew to never leave his spot. Even if an adult told him to. He continued to watch his breath, attempting to remain as still as possible. But eventually his luck ran out as the gruff man went straight for the toy chest. He lifted the wooden lid to find Katsuo screaming, in tears, while barragging him with a handful of plush toys. “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” the man sidestepped the child’s blows. He would grab Katsuo’s wrist, squeezing him into submission. The boy cried out, falling to his knees. With his last ditch effort he thought what his mother would do and snorted as loud as he could, collecting as much spit as a six year old could manage. He wasn’t aware if he had a quirk, but he knew if mom spit on people it burnt so here’s to hoping.



The gruff man, having just fought against his parents was not going to fall for a simple trick. Bringing his arm across Katsuo’s face would bring an arm around his neck. Bringing up his elbow under Katsuo’s chin, to lift his head facing towards the window outside. Katsuo was so caught off guard he sent his last ditch loogie flying out the window, landing into some bushes below. Puffing in a cloud of smoke- Katsuo found himself laid down in those bushes. He was confused, it felt like someone had stomped his stomach in, but he was away. He tried to crawl away but didn’t have enough energy. He took in a deep sigh and hid himself under the brush, trying not to cry.



Back in the room, the gruff man was very confused. The boy wasn’t supposed to possess a quirk yet, plus if he did, what did he just do? He spit then just disappeared? Are they separate? Was the boy trying to confuse him, he’s only six or seven no way he can be that clever? The man gritted his teeth and started to trash the room looking for the boy, “Where’d you go!” he would shout out as he tore blankets off the bed, only stopped by the faint wail of a siren in the distance. Calling into his radio he would say “Aight boss- cops comin’ so i’m ditching. Didn’t grab the boy and I don’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” The other man would shout but before he could respond the radio was crushed in the man’s hand before making his way to the window and jumping off in the night.



The rest of the night is kind of a blur for Katsuo, he eventually passed out under that bush. Bit of panic, stomach pains and murder of your parents can do that to you. Apparently a random passerby had seen their gate ajar and called the cops. They got here too late, but soon enough to find and rescue Katsuo. His next solid memory was sitting inside the police office, a blanket wrapped around him and a warm bowl of soup. The boy was very quiet, he wasn’t sure what to say- neither did the cops really. Eventually they broke the news to the boy who wasn’t very eager to hear the fate of his parents. He had heard himself, but until they confirmed it there was a chance that they could still be alive. After that? He cried- for what felt like forever. Though he couldn’t stay in a police station and was sent to an orphanage after they couldn’t find any applicable next of kin.



Katsuo grew very quiet in the years immediately after his parents' passing. He sought refuge in his studies and the quietness of nature, but once he was found by a few of the others in the orphanage crying by himself in a nearby park. He was subject to bullying before- but due to his quiet nature and tendency to isolate he avoided most of the torment. However this exploded it- he was known as a crybaby, teased and harassed. It was mostly three older boys, who would go after him any chance they could.



It took him a very long time to stand up to them. This would carry on for a year or two before Katsuo had enough of it. One day at the age of ten, the boy decided he would take his own life. The weight of the decision, while unclear to the boy, he couldn’t remember the last time he had been happy and after all of this. He had no desire to live. Like any other day walking back from class he made his way past a small bridge. The drop was definitely large enough to kill him- at least paralyze him so the water would drown him. He contemplated it for hours, standing aside the bridge. He would leave and go grab lunch, before making his final decision. He spent all of his earnings on a soda. He drank it slow, realizing it would be the last thing he ever ate. It was a weird feeling, but he felt at peace. For the first time since he could remember. He felt like he could sleep, but his eyes remained fixed on the waters below. It was beginning to grow dark and as the golden hour came upon him, he decided it was getting cold up here and no point in waiting now. Taking in a deep breath he lifted himself over the ledge and went to throw his legs over.



Before he knew it though he had been slammed into the concrete, pinned against one of the metal poles and the concrete barricade. His head turned to face a man, maybe ten years his senior- out of breath and obviously panicked. The man would then shout at the boy “WHAT WERE YOU DOING? IF YOU FELL YOU WOULD’VE DIED!” Katsuo felt broken, he couldn’t even kill himself right. Katsuo in between tears would exclaim “T-that was the point!” The pair grew quiet, neither really sure what to say.



The man would take his weight off, extending a hand to Katsuo. “Hey- bro.. I’m Nozaki.” Katsuo looked up to him and furrowed his brows. For whatever reason he broke into laughter. The situation was so silly- perhaps it was the adrenaline but the boy just laughed for a moment. The hilarity of the situation, the young boy so eager to kill himself, and some dumb older guy who just called him bro after slamming him into a wall. The man smiled, rubbing the back of his neck shaking his head. “C’mon kid. That wasn’t that funny.”



Katsuo in between laughs, “I don’t know, it kind of is.. I’m- Katsuo by the way.” he would extend a hand to what was met with an eager shake. “Nice to meet ya’ Katsuo.” Nozaki would state before going to lean against the barricade. Looking out the side of his eye he would ask over to Nozaki. “So I know you don’t know me- but uh anyone willing to do that, really needs someone to talk to.. So uh- i’m here?”



Katsuo furrowed his brows looking at the man. He had told plenty of people what had happened to him over the years. His parents, the bullying, being an orphan. It was always met with shock, but then.. Always exasperation. As if his issues were too much for anyone to deal with. Which- honestly he himself believed. But something about the way Nozaki asked, he seemed pure. There was a warmth to him, and warmth is something he desperately needed. Katsuo gave him a basic rundown of his life to that point- leaving out some of the more grim details onto which Nozaki replied. “That’s rough, buddy.” he would put a hesitant hand over his shoulder. “When’s the last time you had a good meal.”



Katsuo’s stomach grumbled and he complied. They went to go get fast food, fried chicken. They sat outside and ate it on one of the benches as both of them shared stories of their lives. Nozaki was a mechanic, he had a quirk but it was just too weak to be a hero. He could grow bits of wood from his skin, it’d prevent him from getting scratched from a cat or something but little else in terms of combat ability. Nozaki was very eager, happy, and just had this energy about him that helped ease the anxiety Katsuo was dealing with.



After dinner, Nozaki wrote down his phone number on a piece of paper and asked him to call him one day after work. If Katsuo wanted something to do, he could come help him fix up one of his old cars. Katsuo eagerly took the number and protected it with everything he had. Even when he was confronted by the bullies later that night, who tried to throw him in a toilet. He managed to escape, hiding away but more importantly keeping the number safe.



The next day Katsuo called Nozaki from one of the phones in the library. They agreed to meet up and work on his car. Katsuo met him at a bus station and they walked back to his house, shooting the shit, joking, laughing, all the things Katsuo hadn’t had for a very long time. Over the next couple of months Katsuo and Nozaki would work on the old muscle car. It was an American, just like Katsuo! Old dodge charger, Nozaki said they were the coolest cars in all of America and he had been fixing up this one. He spoke something about some Dukes of Hazzard, but he would ramble about old american television shows a lot to which Katsuo would just nod his head along.



Their friendship grew and grew and Nozaki took on a guardian role for him. They looked into officially adopting him, but there were rules against single men adopting children. Neither thought about it much, with Nozaki as a friend Katsuo’s life slowly began to get better. He just needed a foundation to start rebuilding from. However not all was well after Nozaki’s introduction.



The bullying still continued, usually with Katsuo managing to run away. Better than just sitting there and taking it, but you can only run so much before you’re caught. One day he was cornered into an alleyway by the three main boys who antagonized him. Katsuo was never confident in his ability to fight so he backed up and pleaded for them to let him go. However the boys were tired of his games, always running away, coming back real late. The main boy would say “Do you think you’re cooler than us, not sticking around the house as much eh? I think he thinks he’s cooler than us, don’t you agree?” the other boy agreed with a wicked “Yuh..”



They all stepped up and began to beat Katsuo. Stomping him, punching him, kicking him- the likes. He never fought back, but was covered in scrapes and bruises. Eventually he managed to stagger his way back to the house and sleep. They seemed pleased enough for now, but when Katsuo saw Nozaki next he definitely wasn’t. “WHAT HAPPENED BROOO? ARE YOU OKAY?” the man would embrace him, to which Katsuo would wince but nod his head. “I uh- just got into a fight big bro.. There were three of them..”



Nozaki rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Well how bad off are they at least? Break a nose or something?” Katsuo would shake his head, recounting the story of how he got his ass beat and put up little resistance. Nozaki would shake his head and grunt, “Nah- bro. If someone comes at you, you’ve gotta beat their face in. Tell you what- I’m gonna take you to my gym with me in the mornings. You better be up, 5 am.” Katsuo shrugged his shoulders and accepted his offer. It was early enough that he wouldn’t miss any school and the orphanage had grown a liking to Nozaki’s relationship with Katsuo that they allowed him extra privileges.



Training in a boxing gym was life changing for Katsuo. There were so many bad ass boxes in there. None used their quirk as they thought it was unfair to the sport. It should all be about the man vs. the man. Not whose quirk is flashier. This is how Katsuo was taught- though Nozaki would do the occasional quirk with him- just to ensure he knew the basics of how his quirk worked.



Through the next couple of months he managed to train and train in the gym, growing more competent by the day. He would go on runs with Nozaki, spar with other kids around his age. It grew his confidence in himself and his ability to defend himself. For the first time in his life, he felt like he wasn’t afraid and could stand up for himself. Something he would have the opportunity to put to the test very soon. It wasn’t long before the boys had caught Katsuo offguad and with nowhere to run. However the difference would be that he had just spent the last four months training. Was he a professional fighter? By no means, but that summer coincided with a growth spurt so the kiddo was on equal footing with the guys. Even taller than the shortest one.



“Look- i’m going to give you one chance to scram.” Katsuo would say to the three boys, cornered in the same alley as before. This was met with a loud roar of laughter, the bullies hooting and hollering. “So what- you get a little bit taller and think you can tell /US/ what to do? Bah.” the leader of the group would scoff before signaling the tallest boy to charge Katsuo. Katsuo would be lying if he wasn’t a bit excited for this- finally to show off what he learned to himself. And honestly fuck those guys. As the tallest guy went for a wild right hook. Katsuo got in close. Since he was shorter he needed to keep the gap as small as possible, prevent him from winding up hard punches and it also gave him an opportunity to shoot for the chin. The assailant had let himself wide open and with a quick step forward and an uppercut he sent the boy spiraling- KOing him nearly instantly. The other two boys charged him- he would block a few blows with his guard before finding an opening and tackling the leader of the group. Once the third man realized how well Katsuo was fighting he ran. Katsuo however was seething with rage. Punch after punch sent straight for the shit head’s face. He didn’t stop until he looked like Tony Ferguson after four rounds with Gaethje. It felt empowering, he felt strong, confident, and honestly happy. He rose to his feet, looking down at him he said “You and I are not the same.”



With that he left to continue his day. Nozaki and him celebrated the next weekend at a fair. They had a great time- but Nozaki wanted to bring something up. As they were overlooking the water- both eating ice cream cones. Nozaki said “So- uh you graduate middle school soon right bro? Have you thought about the hero school?” Katsuo furrowed his brows and offered a shrug of his shoulders as he bit into his ice cream cone. Too impatient to lick it slowly. “I mean- yeah of course who hasn’t thought about it. I just don’t know if my quirk is really made for it.” Nozaki laughed and said “I wouldn’t have said you were an up and coming boxer 6 months ago- would you?” Katsuo felt chills run down his spine and he made his way over to Nozaki and hugged his torso. In between happy tears he said “You know- you’re right!”



From there, Nozaki would take him to all of the sign up days. Helped him with his essays, all the things family should do. It had been four years since Katsuo had met Nozaki, they both had learned so much from each other. He was glad to call him his brother. Eventually they got news that he got accepted into the U.A. hero program and Nozaki promised they could still visit on the weekends.



However not everything was rainbow and sunshine from there on out. No don’t worry Nozaki’s still alive and well, so is Katsuo. But as he grew older and began to think more, he wondered why he would do a hero course. What did he want? Vengeance? Justice? Are those even attainable? Who knew, but the boy’s mindset would begin to change around this time. He saw how broken the system was- he knew he got lucky with Nozaki saving him but how many people weren’t offered the same opportunity. Who would go off to use their quirks to cause chaos- or even worse claim some type of moral superiority like the vigilante who slew his parents. He took up writing, trying to understand what he was feeling.

THE ARMORY

Spitballs[10] with wrist launcher: Special fibre created by the support team that allows Katsuo’s spit to be maintained in the fabric, allowing him to teleport to the location of the shot. The wrist launcher is a simple mechanism on his right wrist. It allows him to contain up to ten spit balls- however he needs to spit into a little nozzle before starting a fight to soak them up.

QUIRK & SKILLS

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Spitting Distance

TYPE: Emitter

RANK/LEVEL: D

SUMMARY:

Spitting Distance allows Katsuo to teleport to any place that he has recently placed his saliva. However the spit is not very hardy. Rapid changes in temperature, exposure to lots of sunlight, or even too much time can render the spit useless and unable to teleport to. The use of his quirk is no different than simple movement when it comes to an area he’s attempting to teleport to. If he were to spit in his bathroom sink, all he would have to do is imagine him standing next to his kitchen sink and he would be teleported to the object. He’s immediately aware of when he cannot teleport to a certain spot, it’s as natural to him as just not running into a wall. It’s either an option, or it isn’t. At his current skill he can only teleport twice in any meaningful amount of time(One thread) without giving himself a massive stomach ache, he can teleport a third time but it renders him unable to fight and he can only teleport to spit within ten meters of him.






WEAKNESSES/LIMITATIONS:

Katsuo can only use his teleportation 3 times per thread, if he attempts a fourth he is rendered useless for the fight. He can also only teleport up to ten meters. His spit only lasts up to five posts, before he cannot teleport to that spit.

RANK/LEVEL: D

SUMMARY:

Katsuo learned the basics of boxing while training with Nazoki. It gives him a lot of confidence, plus some much needed offensive capability. He is dangerous in close quarters- able to throw a pretty wicked punch. Easily able to defeat an untrained fighter of similar, or smaller size, in a boxing like match.

RANK/LEVEL: D

SUMMARY:

Under the tutelage of Nozaki, Katsuo learned the basic workings of engines and other mechanical devices. He can change tires, spark plugs, serpentine belt and other mechanical problems that come with owning a vehicle. This can apply to other simple objects, like repairing a broken toy or other simple mechanical fix.

Ark

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