"Can someone without a Quirk...become a hero like you?" I asked with the upmost desperation and passion I could still find within my skinny body. I wanted to hear the words so badly. I wanted him to confirm my dreams. Dreams of becoming a hero.

"Quirks are-" Began All Might, only to cut himself off, leaving me to open up my heart even more. It won't hurt right? "Because I don't have a Quirk, I...well, maybe that's not the only reason. But I've always been picked on...That's why...maybe that's why...I think that saving people is just the coolest thing someone can do." I hesitantly said as I fondled with my hands.

"The way you save people with a fearless smile! I want to the strongest hero, just like y-WHAAAAAT?!" There I saw someone who looked almost nothing like All Might. He had two long strands of blonde hair covering his blue sunken eyes. His body was extremely thin, and his cheek bones were practically showing through his skin.

"You're shriveled up! Huh?! Were you..huh?! A fake?! An imposter?! So thin!" I could describe the surface of my pure shock at what I was seeing. The man simply started at me as he started talking. "I am All Mig-glaaah!" He tried to say, only for him to puke out a nice pile of blood. "NO WAY!" I cried out, forcing him to cover his ears. "You know how people hold their gut at the pool? It's like that." He concluded

"NO WAY!" I repeated as he then sat down on the ground, sighing. "A fearless smile, huh...you've seen the real me, kid. But don't write about it on the internet, okay?" He asked in a stern voice. "No way." I repeated once again. He then lifted up his shirt to reveal a large scar covering the left side of his body, making me step back in panic at the sickening sight. "Five years ago...an enemy did this to me. My respiratory system was nearly destroyed, and my stomach was removed. I've wasted away because of the after effects of those surgeries. I can only do my hero work for about 3 hours a day now." All Might stated as he dropped his shirt, and a memory came to my fanboy mind.

"Five years ago...? Was that when you fought toxic chainsaw?" I nervously questioned as he looked up and clenched his fist. "You've done your homework. But no, that lowlife could never do this to me! This was never made public. That is, I asked that it not be made public. A Symbol of Peace who saves people with a smile...must never be daunted by evil. The reason I smile...is to stave off the overwhelming pressure and fear I feel." Wait. All Might's felt fear? No way! I mean, he's the embodiment of bravery and fearlessness! My mind went off to think as he continued his speech.

"A Pro should always be ready to risk their life. Without power, can one become a hero? No, I should think not." He finished, leaving me to realize that, he just called me powerless, a useless runt. Quirkless forever. "If you desire to help people, becoming a police officer is always an option. Those Villain Custody Officers are often mocked but... that too is admirable work!" He then got up and opened the roof door.

"...It's not wrong to dream. However, those dreams need to be realistic, kid." He then closed the door behind him, leaving me there, all alone. I wanted something, anything, to take away this mental anxiety and pain. Only to feel a sharp pain on my neck, making me slap whatever caused it, only to see a thin strand of some sort of webbing appear, along with a quarter dozen tiny, furry legs. I realized that I had been bitten by some spider. This day just went from horrible to insanely horrible.

I then slowly walked through the roof door, and own the stairs to the open streets where I took out my Hero Analysis notebook, and sadly looked at it, tears threatening to fall as the conversation went through my mind again and again. I truly was powerless. I wandered on as both his words and my tormentors words filled my skull.

'Those dreams need to be realistic, kid.' All Might

'Even as a Third-Year, he still can't face reality.' My Classmate

'It's time to start thinking seriously about your futures!' My teacher

Everyone told me how my dream was pointless. A childish ambition that would have never been fulfilled. My eyes started to water up at the thoughts. 'Even...the best of the best said it...Don't cry!' I told myself in anger 'You knew already, right?! This reality...It's because I knew...that I tried so damned hard...So hard not to see. To ignore reality.' I walked on towards what seemed to be an accident in progress.

'Wait.' I thought to myself. Geez. I'm so used to gawking. Just stop it. I'll only make myself feel like a loser. I then heard an explosion, and nuzzled my way through the crowd, till I saw a puke green slime, using it's tentacles to keep the heroes back. 'Is that him?! How?!' I questioned as I went back through my memories. 'Did All Might let him go?! Did he drop him?! That means-' "This is my fault!" I said out loud as I started to hear the bystanders comments.

"Why're the heroes just standing there?" One asked "Seems the villains grabbed a middle schooler." Another responded

"Hey, that villain...Isn't it the one that All Might was chasing?" Asked another "All Might?! No way! He's really here?!"

"Yeah, I saw him earlier" Replied another "Then what's All Might doing now?!"

Their questions just grew at the absence of the #1 Hero, and my brain started to realize what was going on. The middle schooler was enduring what I endured under the bridge; the feeling of drowning, and a tightening pain to make you lose your breathe even faster as your body is unable to properly move.

'It's my fault All Might can't do anything! This guy can't be caught. We have to wait for someone with the right Quirk to show up!' I told myself in shame 'Hang in there...I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Someone will come to save you soon...A Heroes bound to come...' That's when I saw the victim. He had spiky ash blonde hair, and bright red eyes. The explosions were coming off from him. It was Kacchan; my best friend and tormentor since we were preschoolers. And his eyes were filled with pain and fear.

And on an unknown instinct, I ran forwards, past the police tape and heroes, and out onto the danger zone. Where my life was at risk. "Get back here you fool! Stop!" Cried out one of the heroes as I continued on; running as fast as my skinny legs could.

"It's that kid." Said the villain, annoyed at my presence. "Deku?" Kacchan asked, surprised to see me here in the first place. I didn't pay attention to them though; I focused more on WHY I WAS RUNNING! What am I doing?! Why?!

"You're dead!" Cried out the villain as he charged me. That's when I pulled off my backpack, and swung it at his eye, allowing Kacchan to breathe normally. "Kacchan!" I yelled, as he then started to yell at me. "You! Why?!" He angrily asked "My legs! They just started moving! I dunno why!" But then again, there were a number of reasons.

'There's no hope.'

'Thanks! I'll try!'

'It's my fault.'

'You think you can rub shoulders with me?!'

'Kacchan.'

'No harm in trying.'

'My dream.'

'A Super cool hero.'

'You need to be realistic.'

'Saving people with a smile.'

"You...you looked like you needed saving." I finally said, my tear ducts filling up at the seams. Kacchan then yelled at the villain to stop. "Just a bit longer. So stop getting in my way!" The sludge villain yelled as he moved Kachans arm towards me; ready to fire.

That's when All Might grabbed both Kacchan's and my arm as he spoke. "The lesson I left you with...I should practice what I preach! A pro should always be ready to risk their lives! That's a true test of a hero!" He then pulled me and Kacchan away as he then dealt the finishing blow "Detroit SMASH!" He cried out, send the villain to tiny bits as a miniature tornado was created ever so briefly.

"Rain?" Asked a citizen "No way. The air pressure...That rising air current...He changed the weather with a single punch!" Another bystander concluded

"Amazing. That's...All Might!"

Afterwards, the heroes collected the villains scattered body. Seems like the police managed to get him in custody. The heroes were really mad at me. But Kacchan on the other hand, got all the praise.

I went home as gloomy as before, and now having a new sick feeling in my stomach as I wobbled on towards my house, taking routes that wouldn't normally take. I felt like I could throw up at any moment when I entered the house, but I was also too tired to actually do anything. So I went to my room, and fell onto the bed as my body started to change.