Note: I'm posting this in the normal fanfiction category instead of the crossover one so it gets more exposure. But this is a crossover between Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and My hero Academia. This story will feature a narrator similar to Jojo's as well, and will be represented by italics.
Life was unfair. It was a cruel lesson but one that Izuku needed to learn. He wasn't in the position he was now, weak and powerless, by any fault of his own. It was just the luck-of-the-draw that was his birth.
8 year old Izuku Midoriya stared at his role model, Katsuki Bakugou, with scared but determined eyes. "C-come on Kacchan, is-isn't this taking it just a bit to-too far" His stutter didn't give any confidence to the boy behind him, one of the recent victim's of Bakugou's torment trying to shuffle behind the small green-haired boy.
He was often told that his ambitions far exceeded what he was capable of, what he will ever be capable of. Because the thing's he wanted to do, just weren't meant for people like him, the minority the world isn't tailored to support anymore.
Bakugou gave an audible smirk as he punched his fist into his palm, small explosions increasing his threatening image. "And what are you gonna do about it deku? Are you going to use your powerful quirk and take me on? Well come on then, hero!" His mocking grin grew with each word spoke, so much that his mouth looked ready to fall off his face.
Izuku regretted standing up to his childhood friend, he knew he couldn't do much against him. The freckled boy didn't know why he even tried, he just wanted Kacchan to stop picking on this boy he didn't even know. Unfortunately, he didn't have a way how.
Izuku Midoriya was quirkless. Talentless. Unable to have a chance of standing out among his peers who were all unique in their own way, everyone except for him. He was unable to fight back as his once friend-turned-bully shoved him to the ground and walked away laughing, the boy he was trying to save nowhere in sight.
Tears fell to the ground at a fast rate and Izuku hastily tried to wipe away the traces of it from his eyes. Crying was a bad habit that he tried to break time and time again, but they would still fall. Izuku sobbed on a slight chuckle, he was so weak he couldn't even stop his tears.
His life-long dream has always been to be a hero like All-Might. He wanted to jump in and save the day, he wanted to save people with a smile on his face and his thumbs pointing to the sky. But something that he had no control over prevented him from doing it.
The sadness slowly faded away and was replaced by something else. Izuku wiped away his tears a final time and fixed his face with a glare. With a newfound emotion Izuku looked up to the sky, tears once again building up at the corners of his emerald eyes as he stared up at whatever god decided to curse him with his quirklessness. "My name is Izuku Midoriya, and I'm going to be the greatest hero ever! You hear me, I'm tired of crying"
WITH A CRY OF PURE DETERMINATION NEVER BEFORE SEEN BY EVEN HIMSELF, IZUKU UNLOCKED SOMETHING ONCE THOUGHT LOST IN THE PASSAGE OF TIME.
His adrenaline rush was short lived, and he tired out quickly. He absently noticed that his fall didn't have as much of an impact as it should have, almost like something caught him before he could hit the dirt, before he passed out. He was oblivious to the figure hovering over him protectively before vanishing in a puff of smoke.
Izuku raised his head from the ground and tiredly looked around, blinking to adjust his vision. He caught sight of the orange sky and immediately sprung to his feet with a look of panic.
"What! When did it get so late? Mom is going to freak out" He quickly tore down the street at full force, somehow not crashing into anything on his way there. As his house slowly entered into view, Izuku went into an even faster sprint he didn't know he had in pure relief. Unfortunately he failed to notice the root under one of the trees he was passing, and promptly tripped on it.
Izuku let out a cry of surprise as his momentum sent him speeding to the ground. He braced for impact before suddenly stopping in the air, a tugging on his shirt saving him from a rough landing. Izuku let out a sigh of relief before turning to address the person who caught him.
"Thanks, that wouldn't have been a..." The freckled boy trailed off as he noticed that the one who grabbed him wasn't a person.
A large green arm with a red hand took hold of his shirt and gently pulled him back to his feet. Izuku's thoughts raced a mile a second as he quickly tried to figure out just exactly this arm was. It couldn't have been a quirk, the extra joint in his toe killed any chances of that being the case. It isn't someone else's quirk as no one else was around.
Before he could ponder on it any longer the arm evaporated into the air, essentially disappearing back to wherever it came from. The green haired boy looked around trying to find a clue to where it had gone, only to come up with nothing. There was nothing different about the neighborhood, the same old people still littered around doing their own thing, the same houses stood in a welcoming manner, nothing was different. So that means the mysterious limb was connected to him.
A sense of uneasiness surrounded him as he continued walking home, at a much slower pace this time. Growing up in a world filled with heroes and villains conditioned people to not be afraid of supernatural occurrences as they could all be chalked up to an individual's quirk. But to someone like him, this was unfamiliar territory. Sure there were tons of quirks where people could sprout and retract limbs, but none of them was like the ghostly figure he saw. He wasn't even supposed to have a quirk, much less a completely new style of one.
His apprehension didn't fade as he walked into his home, faintly hearing his mom call out to him in the kitchen. He was snapped back into reality when he heard her walk into the living room. Looking up he watched as his mother, mixing spoon still in hand, scolded him.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was? You're gone for an hour, and Mrs. Bakugou doesn't know where you are! This is so unlike you.." Her eyes softened up when she saw the look on his face. "Izuku, what's wrong?"
He looked up at her, if anyone knew what was going on, it would be her. " Mom? There was this weird hand thing.."
"Weird hand? Where did it come from?"
"I-I don't know, it just kinda..." Izuku fumbled around, looking for the right word, "appeared". Izuku almost sighed at the lame description, how helpful.
"Appeared? Could this be a quirk or could it be.." A thoughtful look appeared on her face as distant memories started to resurface. "Izuku, try and bring out the hand again" She instructed, wanting to confirm her suspicions.
Confusion crossed the young boy's face as he tried to process his mother's request. "But how? I don't even know how I did it the first time"
His mom ushered Izuku to the couch, the dinner in the kitchen long forgotten. She took a deep breath and instructed her son to do the same. "Ok Izuku, I want you to focus and try your hardest to pull out that hand."
"But how"? He questioned again, not understanding what she was trying to say.
"You just have to want to try to pull it out, and then concentrate on that feeling of want. The rest should just come naturally"
Izuku pouted, not fully understanding what she was trying to say, but deciding to follow what she was trying to say anyway. He closed his eyes in concentration, trying to 'focus' on the feeling. Izuku kept trying to focus on it but he couldn't, and was quickly getting frustrated.
'Come on Izuku, don't be a deku, you can do this. How can I ever be a hero if I can't do this? Whether this is a quirk or not this is my biggest chance of ever reaching my ON'
Unknown to him, he had already achieved his goal of bringing out the hand. When he opened his eyes he saw that he not only brought out the hand, but so much more.
A humanoid figure hovered in the air not even a few feet in front of him and his mother. It's body type was similar to that of a bodybuilder of a man, not ridiculously over-muscled but enough so that it kept an air of intimidation. It was wearing a dark green hoodie with yellow lines travelling from the sleeves to a circle in the middle of it's chest. The hoodie covered up it's whole torso, but still showing it's muscled physique, with the hood pulled over it's head, hiding what might have been hair and only exposing it's face. It seemed to have golden yellow skin and human pupils. Dark green pooled around it's jade eyes and trailed down it's face and curved under it's chin in a tear-streak like design. Its legs were covered in dark green clothing as well, similar to average dress pants, and black boots resting on it's feet. On both of it's hands it wore gloves of different colors, one being a solid crimson and the other a blinding white, both of them clashing with it's green/yellow color scheme yet somehow not being distracting enough to look ugly.
Inko Midoriya looked at the figure with awed eyes, the same look mirrored by her own son. "Izuku, you have a..." She was unable to finish her sentence, too amazed by the ghostly figure standing in her room, a figure she would have never expected to see.
Izuku looked at the figure in amazement, all previous fright or uneasiness obliterated by the thing floating in the middle of the living room of his home. A name slowly creeped it's way into his throat, and he could only assume that was what this creature was called. It seemed fitting, this thing that seemed like it was forever going to change his life was called something so grand and important.
"[ALL STAR]"
Note: Be as harsh as possible with your criticism, I want to improve as a writer and need all the help I can get. I didn't correctly establish the tone here but the series is going for a light and friendly setting. Nothing too dramatic, so I would appreciate some tip on how I can better establish that. Thanks for reading.