What if instead of leaving, Izuku's father decided to make sure his son could do whatever, even quirkless? And what if Izuku had a quirk, but it was so elusive that nobody even though it possible? And what if, one day, All of his prayers were answered? This is what would happen… Rated T for Bakugou

It was quiet in the Midoriya household. Notice I said it was quiet. Suddenly there was a thunderous noise, while all of the windows in one of the rooms were completely and utterly destroyed. Smoke began to pour out of the holes, floating up into the sky before dissipating. Inside that room there were two boys, one with a few burns over their body, the other backed against a wall, staring at his hands. The door opened and three people came rushing in. The two women were shocked at the state of the room, while the man quickly began eating (Yes, eating) the fire that was threatening to burn down the building. The boy with the burns, a small, green haired cinnamon bun, was looking at the other boy with a shocked kind of wonder.

"Ka-Kachan?" the voice came from the green haired child. "W-was that your q-quirk?"

The other boy, Bakugou, was flexing his fingers, while the two women finally snapped out of there trance and quickly rushed to their respective children. This was a joyous moment, and everyone was surrounding the blond child and bombarding him with questions, or asking him to do it again, if he could control it. However, this moment wasn't a happy memory. In Fact, I didn't even know why that particular memory showed up. It had been forever since then, and a lot had changed. I was quirkless, had quite a few scars, but overall my life has been HELL. I mean absolute garbage. I recalled the past few year while our teacher drowned about who knows or cares what. I was now 14, and lived with my mom and dad. Many people questioned why my parents didn't give me up when I was diagnosed quirkless. But all those people can go shove it. I was very happy, at home at least. My mom took very good care of me, and she herself had stayed quiet healthy, and had maybe gotten stronger. It was all thanks to my dad, who has been training me in his private gym. Oh yea, you should know that my dad runs one of the top gyms in the world, and this gym is so exclusive that some heroes don't even get in. As far as I know, Only five people even use the gym, not including my family. Due to this I was one of the more muscular people in my class, but its not like that stopped me from being bullied or anything. In fact, It might have made it worse, since they all felt a little jealous.

"Deku?! HEY EARTH TO DEKU!" Now there is a voice I know all too well.

"What do you want boom boom bitch?" I knew I was in trouble, but since I was going to get beat up anyways, why not have a little fun?

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Geeze. I'm surprised he hasn't been nominated for an award, because he sure as hell was loud enough to have one.

"Oh, did you not like that? Would you prefer BakuBitch? It's a bit more formal." I was powerless compared to everyone else, so I have mastered the art of words. I don't like to swear, in fact I am only like this towards Bakugou, or when I need to be. This is all just an act. I am actually very scared, though if I show it then it only make beating me more fun.

"YOUR DEAD DEKU!" I figured as much.

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He let me of easy today. Must have been in a good mood. I was limping down the alley, burns all over my body. My notebook was almost completely destroyed, barely hanging together by a thread. I was gonna get a voice lashing by dad tonight. I love the guy, but geez does he need to calm down. He was ruthless in my training, forcing me to become the best fighter I could. That didn't go so well. Or it went very well. It all depends on how you look at it. I am a Black belt, and can cancel out my other senses and focus on just one, but that's about it. My dad wanted me to also do bull riding, wrestling, and at one point tried to get me to drop out in Canada with nothing but a axe. Thankfully, my mom stepped in at that point. My mind wandered to my destroyed notebook. Really, it was to bad. That was new, I had only gotten it last week. I would have to re-write my stuff about Mnt. Lady. And Kamui Woods. That sure was annoying. I barely noticed where I was walking, just moving forwards mumbling about something or other, I can't really remember anymore. After all, this is just about the time that the most important moment of my life happened. I was walking under a bridge, was almost out from under it, but then I heard a loud bang, like a gunshot. I spun around, my bag swinging in a large ark. It hit something. The villain was massive, About the size of a small car. His whole body appeared to be made of some kind of sludge, and he REEKED. I mean, I'm sure some of it was just the fact that he was in the sewers, but it was rancid. I had no time to even yelp from surprize before he jumped me, surrounding me.

"Don't worry" the villain chided "It will hurt, but it won't be long" I could barely proces what he was saying, mind was going a million miles an hour, being afraid, analyzing his quirk, trying to find a way out. But nothing helped. I grabbed and clawed at him, but my fingers just slid through his body, as if I were trying to attack water. I almost passed out. In one last desperate attempt, I swallowed, hard, as much of his body as I could. I really wasn't that much, I was too tired to even cry. He, gasped? No It was more like, he gargled in pain.

"WHY YOU BRAT! IF I WASN'T IN SUCH A HURRY YOUR DEATH WOULD BE SOOO MUCH MORE PAINFUL!" He screamed. I wasn't listening. I was saying my prayers. And then I was Apologizing.

'Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, but it looks like I won't make it home for dinner. I hope I don't cause you to much trouble. Kachan, I really am sorry about not being your friend anymore. And about calling you BakuBitch. Not so much about the Boom Boom Bitch, but still. I'm sorry everyone.'

Suddenly there was a warmth in the pit of my stomach. It was slowly spreading.

'So' I thought 'This must be what it is like to die.' The warmth was spreading faster and faster, until it felt as though I was enveloped in a blanket. I quit struggling, and said (Well, thought) my last goodbyes to the world…