A young boy of around five years of age sat stock still in the chair that sat within the doctor's office. His ears were ringing as if he'd just suffered through the shockwaves of an explosion, and yet the only thing that was destroyed were his hopes and dreams. He could never become a Hero like his heart yearned for, and he would never be as great as Kacchan. All because he never received the powers that more than eighty percent of the world had. A quirk, a super power that could make him into a Hero. Something, anything would have been better than the nothing he received. Hours later as he arrived home, he still hadn't come to terms with it. But he knew that it was true. Kacchan had already gotten his amazing quirk. He could shoot explosions out of his hands, which to Izuku, was amazing. The rest of the students in his class had also gotten theirs by now, but Kacchan was first, and Izuku would never get his. The final nail in the coffin was when his mom merely told him she was sorry after he asked her if he could still be a Hero.
An older man of seventy years sat on the park bench of some small cities...well park. He believed the cities name was Musutafu, but to the man it was merely yet another city full of annoying quirk users. He honestly couldn't understand what the big deal was about the powers, he could do such stuff, and more, quite easily. Although he knew that he was one of the few, or really the only one, left who remembered the old sciences. Too much knowledge was lost within the years that quirks manifested, and with them a breakdown of society. Centuries of science and understanding lost within the span of a hundred years. Thankfully his family still remembered, still kept to the original sciences, and still kept the last piece of a long forgotten society from being lost. Whilst the man was lost in his thoughts, five boys had wandered over to his stretch of the park. Three of them seemed to be bullying the other two, and, he assumed, the leader of the three had explosions coming out of his hands. He scoffed as his disdain for this quirky society increased. Allowing the many to have power only perpetuated the toxic behavior of humans. He believed that one should earn their power, and not have it be handed to them. Quirks were handed to humans on a silver platter. Sure some lived up to the power that they received, and became heroes that would rival some of the old. But the boys in front of him reminded him of the true nature of humanity. One of the two boys, whos only noticeable trait seemed to be his dark green hair, was trying to say something to the explosion boy, but it was obvious he was paying little if any attention to him. He stepped up to the other of the two boys and knocked him to the ground. Before the old man could even lift himself from the bench to intervene, the green haired child moved in between the two. He raised his hands up as if to fight, but the man could see the kid looked about ready to piss himself in fear. "Can't you see he's had enough Kacchan, stop it or I'll stop you myself", said the green haired boy. Kacchan merely laughed and exclaimed, "Deku you quirkless loser, you couldn't stop me in a hundred years." The old man watched these new proceedings with peaked interest. A quirkless person wasn't all too surprising, considering that roughly twenty percent of the population didn't have one, but most of those were in the Western countries. The man assumed that was due to the fact that the quirks developed in the Eastern countries so the quirks would have had more time to spread. It wouldn't surprise the man if within another hundred years all individuals in the world would have quirks. Finding a quirkless boy in Japan of all places was a rare but probable find. As his thoughts wandered the three bullies seemed to have their fill of violence after they beat up the green haired boy named Deku for daring to stand up to them. The first boy who was knocked down took his chance and ran for it, but the other merely laid on his back staring up into the sky. His body had some minor scrapes and burns but was otherwise unharmed.
Standing up the man walked over towards the downed child, and sat down next to him. "That was a rather brave thing you did there young one, might I know your name?" The boy turned his head over and said, "it's Izuku Midoriya sir." The man hummed and replied, "mine is Aka Seikatsu, and I am quirkless as well." Izuku's' eyes widened as he looked at the man named Aka as if he was just truly seeing him. Seeing his face the man said, "yes, surprising ain't it?" Izuku nodded slowly and then painstakingly pulled himself up into a sitting position. "Seikatsu-san, you *sniff* don't have a quirk?"
"Oh yes little one," replied Aka, "and honestly it's not that big of a deal." Izuku gave a surprised gasp and stood up, wobbling a bit as he did on shaking legs. "But I can't be a hero without a quirk, and I can't be like All Might."
"Who says that you need a quirk to have the ability to be a hero?"
"Kacchan says so, and so does everyone else in my class, and my mom doesn't think I can."
"Well then I'm fairly certain those people have zero idea what potential looks like, and you my young Midoriya, have the eyes of potential."
The boy cried out in desperation, "No I can't, not without a quirk."
Aka merely placed his hand on top of Izuku's' head and forced him back into a seated position. He then said ,"I may not have a quirk, but I have power. Power that can be learned if one had the skill and intellect to do so." At which point he placed his hand upon the ground, and as he did some form of red lightning burst out between his fingers. Pulling his hand back up Izuku noticed a little statue made of stone sitting within his hand. Where Aka's hand was placed, there was a patch of missing grass and ground with weird shapes along the inside. Izukus' eyes widened to the point that Aka almost burst out laughing, but he held it in long enough to hear the onslaught of questions he knew would be flung at him. Of course he wasn't expecting the long slew of mumbled words that sounded like they were far too advanced for a child his age to have any understanding about. "If he says that it's not a quirk then it should be some form of power that originated quirks, or maybe a offshoot of quirks? Or it could be magic but even then usually it would be considered a quirk since magic isn't a real phenomenon, and it seemed to require using up the materials within the ground to form the statue so it must require a conversion of energy of matter-."
"Shut up kid I can easily tell you all that you need to know, but those are some incredibly strong hypotheses. Let me tell you something though Izuku, that right there what I just did is a science far older than quirks have been around, and far more powerful. It's a science that goes by the name of alchemy, and with it the fabric of the universe is within your grasp."
Aka stood up and held his hand out towards Izuku, knowing that if the kid took it, then his life would forever be changed. Especially when he learned the Truth of the world he lived in. The fire in Izuku's' eyes told me that the kid didn't care, and would go to the ends of the Earth for his dreams. Izuku grabbed the man's hand and was pulled up into his new world.
Author's Note: Hope y'all like it. By the by I don't own either Fullmetal nor My Hero (but god would I love to.)