Hello, peoples of the interweb. My name is not All-4-1, but you may refer to me as such on this site. I am super excited to bring you this story. It is, without question, the greatest story ever written... about Izuku Midoriya having a Quirk... that I have made. On a completely unrelated note, welcome to my very first story ever. I'll spare you anymore ramblings until the end of the chapter, so please enjoy the debut of "Analysis for the Future".

"Well, this is interesting," the doctor said, going over the chart of the small boy in front of him.

"Is something wrong with him, doctor?" a concerned, green-haired woman asked, holding the boy in her lap.

"Not wrong, just interesting. A child usually inherits one of their parents Quirks, or a combination of the two. But, like young Izuku here, there are rare instances of Spontaneous Ability Generation, or SAG," he replied, pausing to allow the woman a chance to process this new development.

"But what does that mean? How does something like this happen?"

"We don't really know how it works. The prevailing theory is that SAG is a recessive mutation caused by the interaction of two or more dormant Quirk genes. Basically, you and your husband's DNA each contained one piece of a compatible, but inactive, Quirk. This then gives rise to a new, unexpected, Quirk. This one is very unique, and I believe it has great heroic potential."

Upon hearing the "H" word, Izuku looked up from his action figure. His emerald-like irises glowed, bathing the doctor in an eerie light.

"Based on its characteristics, we've decided to call it 'Analysis'."

10 Years Later...

Izuku Midoriya ran as fast as he could down the street towards Tatooin Station, an excited smile on his face. Rounding the corner, he found what he was looking for. Up on the subway tracks, a giant villain was facing off against the Pro Hero Kamui Woods. Getting as close as the police line would allow, he tilted his sunglasses up onto his forehead, letting his shining eyes take in the battle. As he watched, lines of data flashed through his mind. Name, age, date of birth, height, weight, blood type, Quirk. The villain was some small time mugger, hardly worth Izuku's time, and he'd already witnessed Kamui in action before. His intrest started to wane, and he was about to leave when a giant woman appeared and knocked the villain down onto the street. As the woman landed next to him, his eyes lit up, both from excitement and his Quirk.

'Awesome! A new hero!' Izuku thought, as the new information filled his mind in the blink of an eye.

Name: Yū Takeyama

Age: 22

DOB: August 11, 2235

Height: 67' 7"

Weight: 11.2 Tons

Blood Type: B

Quirk: Gigantification

'Guess I'll have to stick around and see if she'll revert back to her normal size so I can get an accurate understanding of her abilities.'

Returning his focus back to the fight, he watched as the new Hero, who identified herself as Mt. Lady, quickly restrained the villain and let the police take him into custody. Turning to the crowd, she shrank down and waved at her new adoring public. Several of the men in the area flocked to her, taking as many pictures of her as they could before the cops started shooing them away. This gave Izuku the opportunity for a closer look at the young heroine.

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 123lbs

He would have liked to stay a bit longer to ask some follow-up questions, but he knew that he wasn't allowed to use the 'Traffic was backed up by a villain' excuse anymore. The school had decided that fifteen was more than enough for one person in a three month period.

With that in mind, he hurried off before he was late.

Aldera Junior High

Getting to school with moments to spare, Izuku slid into his seat near the back of the classroom. Everyone else slowly settled down as the bell rang and the teacher walked in, carrying a large stack of papers.

"Alright class, as third years it's time to start thinking seriously about what you want to do with your lives. I have these aptitude tests I could hand out, but why bother?" he said, throwing the papers into the air. "You all want to be Heroes," he added, receiving cheers from the students.

Everyone took a moment to show off their powers, from the mildly useful to the completely worthless.

"Yes, you all have impressive Quirks, but remember there is no power usage allowed in the classroom," he continued, trying to regain control of the room when a voice piped up from the crowd.

"Oi, teach. Don't lump me in with the rest of these losers," a spiky, blond-haired boy said, putting his feet up on his desk. "Some of us have real talent, while the rest will be lucky to be sidekicks for some washed up D-lister."

This caused a small uproar, as many students were unhappy being dismissed so casually. The blond just laughed it off, saying he could take them all on without a challenge.

"Ah, Bakugō, you do have some impressive test scores. Maybe you can get in to UA," the teacher admitted, causing the class to devolve into a storm of muttering about how impossible it was for anyone to get accepted to the national school.

"Of course it's hard to get in. That's why I won't settle for anything less," Bakugo replied, popping up onto his desk. "I aced all the practice exams. I won't just get in, I'll go on to be the best Hero in the world, richer and more famous than All-Might himself."

The teacher interrupted the boy's rant with an interesting observation.

"It looks like you also intend to try for UA, right Midoriya?"

That question changed the tone of the room. In one sentence the class went from mad at Bakugō to laughing at Midoriya.

"Him? He's so bland though."

"His Quirk is totally lame."

"How could a nerd like him ever hope to be a Hero?"

*BOOM*

Bakugō punched his open palm, a small explosion silencing everyone.

"Shut up you damn extras! If anyone else has a chance of getting into UA, it's him! And nobody gets to call him a nerd except me, got it?

Everyone mumbled out a small apology to the green-haired boy who currently wished that his Quirk made him invisible.

After that, things settled down, and school continued as normal. Eventually the day came to an end, and everyone filtered out of the room, leaving Midoriya and Bakugo alone.

"Why do you let them treat you like that?" Bakugō asked, concern lacing his voice. "You and I both know you're stronger than any of them. We've been training together our whole lives, yet I always have to stand up for you."

"I know, but they aren't bad guys. It wouldn't be right to hurt them. Besides," Izuku responded, his voice getting quiet and his eyes tearing up, "mom wouldn't have wanted me to be mean to anyone, no matter what."

"Shit, I forgot that was next week! Man, I'm sorry. Nine years is a long time. But you know Auntie Inko would want you to move on, right? Smile, make friends, maybe even a girlfriend," the explosive teen teased, lightly pushing his best friend's shoulder.

"Sh-shut up, Kacchan!" Izuku shouted, trying to hide the redness of his cheeks by burying his face in his arms.

"Whatever, Izu-kun." If Izuku wanted to use their childhood nicknames, Katsuki Bakugō was more than willing to play that game. "By the way, there's a sale on eggs downtown. Mom wants you to pick some up on your way home."

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm a busy and important person, with busy and important person things to do."

"You left your wallet at home again, didn't you?"

"No! Maybe? Just shut up and get the damn eggs, nerd!"

With that, Bakugō stormed out of the room, effectively ending their conversation.

Laughing slightly at his brother in all but blood's behavior, Izuku decided it would be easier to just do what Bakugo wanted. Tossing his backpack over his shoulder, he headed out for the grocery store. It was a nice day out, so he took the long way there, giving himself a chance to think.

Flashback-Nine Years Ago...

It was a lovely Spring day in Musutafu, and everyone was out enjoying themselves. At a local park, two young boys were in the middle of a heated argument.

"Nuh uh! No way could Eraserhead beat Death Arms! Even without his Quirk, he's stronger than that twig!"

This was no strange sight to the park visitors. The two children were in the same place nearly every day. Sometimes they would play Hero, other times they built sand castles. But today, they were playing their new favorite game, 'Who Would Win?'.

"Yeah, Death Arms is strong, but he isn't very fast. Eraserhead would disable his Quirk and tie him up before Death Arms could even throw a punch."

As always, the game came down to brains vs. brawn. Bakugō always advocated brawn, choosing people like Endeavor or Crimson Riot. Midoriya, on the other hand, argued for brains, with Heroes like Thirteen or Best Jeanist. The rules were simple. It was a straightforward battle in an open arena. No setup time, no cover, just skill against skill. They each picked a Hero and one Support Item, then started the fight.

There was only one other rule to the game, which was that neither of them was allowed to pick All Might. They had come to that decision after the first three games had ended with them fighting over who got to pick the Number One Hero.

"Death Arms would break out of the ropes and knock Eraserhead out with one shot!"

"Eraserhead's Capture Weapon is way tougher than ropes. Even with his Quirk, Death Arms wouldn't be able to escape it."

With that, the game ended in Izuku's favor, making the score five to five. Katsuki huffed, but conceded the point, sulking off to punch the sandbox like he did after every loss. Taking the opportunity, Izuku decided to go talk to his only other friend, his mom.

"Hey mom, how are you?" the little boy asked, taking a seat on the bench.

Inko set down her book and looked over at her son. "I'm wonderful, now that my favorite little Hero has come to talk to me," she replied, ruffling her son's perpetually messy green hair. "What about you? Are you and Katsuki having fun?"

"We were, but he got mad at me for winning, so he went to play in the sandbox by himself."

"Well I have an idea that will cheer you both up. You go get him, and I'll take you boys downtown for some ice cream, okay?"

"Okay! I'll be right back."

Those were the last words they ever said to each other.

Izuku turned and ran back to his best friend to share the good news about the ice cream, when he heard four things in rapid succession. The roar of an engine, the squealing of tires, a scream of panic, and the shattering of glass. Turning back to see what happened, Izuku's blood froze in his veins.

People were standing on the sidewalk, looking in horror at the scene in front of them. A large black SUV had run a red light, swerved to avoid oncoming traffic and jumped the curb, before ending it's journey crashing into a tree. But Izuku didn't care about any of that. He focused on a point between the sidewalk and the curb, to the bench he had just been sitting on.

With his mom.

Running as fast as his five year old legs would let him, he knelt beside his mother's body, looking into her glassy eyes for any sign of life. But there were none. He stayed there, sobbing loudly, as sirens blared in the distance.

Everything that happened after that was a blank, explained to him later. How the SUV had been the getaway car for a group of thieves that had just robbed a jewelry store. How they had had a shootout with police before a small time Hero had appeared. How one of the Villains had killed the Hero, allowing them to escape.

The next week was a blur, as the cops tried to find Midoriya a place to live. They called his father, but Hisashi Midoriya was too busy with his new family in America to care about the 'weird mistake child' in Japan. None of his grandparents were alive, and his mother had been an only child, leaving them with only one more option before they would have to send the boy to foster care.

And so it was that Mitsuki Bakugō, Izuku's godmother, ended up taking him in.

End Flashback

Izuku was slowly drawn back to the present as he heard a strange noise coming from behind him. Quickly taking stock of his surroundings, he recognized the bridge he was under as one he often walked past on nice days like this. Focusing on the more pressing matter at the moment, he saw that the manhole cover in the small tunnel was shaking as green ooze seeped up from the sewer.

Suddenly, the sludge started to coalesce into a vaguely humanoid shape. Two large yellow eyes and a set of yellower teeth floated to the top, forming a face that turned to look at the young boy it had found.

"Excellent, a perfect shell to hide in. Don't worry, you won't feel a thing," the creature said, rushing towards him.

Izuku felt a wave of panic wash over him, as he fell backwards. Before he could react any further, his body was engulfed in slime. He struggled against it, but there was nowhere to grip. His thoughts grew hazy as he felt his consciousness slipping away.

Before that could happen though, the manhole cover shot up into the air and landed with a heavy thud. Then, a wall of muscle wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants erupted out of the sewer, and spoke in a voice Izuku would recognize anywhere.

"FEAR NOT CITIZEN! HOPE HAS ARRIVED, BECAUSE I AM HERE!"

"All Might," the monster spat, throwing tendrils of goo at the great Hero.

Dodging with what appeared to be casual ease, All Might then pulled back his fist for a counter-attack.

"TEXAS SMAAAAASH!"

The punch launched a massive wave of air pressure that blew the Villain to pieces. Reaching into his grocery bag, he pulled out a pair of 2L bottles of Coka-Cola. Downing the soda in two heroic gulps, he set about scooping the muck inside the now empty bottles. As he finished, he noticed the boy he had just saved begin to stir. Walking over, he held out his hand to help the boy to his feet.

Izuku slowly came to, blinking the sun out of his eyes. He looked up, and stared right into the eyes of his idol...

Name: Toshinori Yagi

Age: 48

DOB: June 10, 2209

Height: 7' 2"

Weight: 562lbs

Blood Type: A

Quirk: One For All, Eighth Wielder

He blinked, confused why his Quirk had activated. As he continued to make eye contact with All Might, the larger man's surface thoughts drifted through his mind.

'This kid is staring at me really intensely. I should say something, break this tension. Shit, better make it quick. I've only got three minutes left, and I still need to get this Villain to the cops.

Panicking, Izuku clamped his eyes shut and fumbled around for his sunglasses, which he only just realized weren't on his face anymore. He started mumbling something unintelligible, a habit he thought he had fixed years ago.

Looking slightly confused, All Might noticed a pair of thick black glasses near the boy's feet. Bending down to pick them up, he heard a few snippets that made his heart stop.

"Three minutes until what? What does 'Eighth Wielder' mean?"

Grabbing the glasses, taking a moment to observe that they were heavier than they looked, he tapped the kid's hand, letting them be taken from his grasp.

Izuku quickly put them on, relishing the obsidian barrier that kept the world's secrets at bay. Taking a chance, he looked back at All Might, and what he saw scared him more than the Villain had. The Hero's permanent smile was gone, replaced with a look of shock. His face was pale, and a trickle of blood ran down his nose. Before Izuku could react, All Might grabbed him and leapt into the air.

They landed on a nearby rooftop, Izuku breathing heavily as he had been unprepared for the impromptu flight. He turned to look at All Might, and panicked again when steam began to waft off of the Hero. Before he could ask about it, the Symbol of Peace rapidly deflated into a frail, skeletal man.

Looking down at the nervous child, Toshinori Yagi uttered one short sentence that would change not only their lives, but the very future of the world.

"Kid, we need to talk."

And that's a wrap. 2,864 words of pure awesomeness, if I do say so myself. But in all seriousness, I do hope you enjoyed this new twist on the MHA story. We have a few things to unpack, so let's get to it.

1. Obviously, this is a Quirky Izuku story. The Quirk in question is called 'Analysis' based on Izuku's canon obsession with Quirk research and theory. Currently, you have seen two of its applications. The first is obviously the passive ability to learn the vital statistics of someone at a glance. The second is the ability to read a person's surface thoughts with prolonged eye contact. You may have also noticed that, as a byproduct of his Quirk, his eyes glow. 'Analysis' has two other activated abilities, both of which will be explained next chapter. The only other thing to note about his Quirk at this point is that he keeps it contained with a pair of sweet obsidian sunglasses, which prevent his passive ability from bombarding him with information all the time. He will still receive One For All, so if you like that, yay. If not, I'm sorry, but I have some interesting things planned for it. You don't have to read if you don't want to, but I hope you give it a chance.

2. This will be an Izuku/Mei story. There won't be any explicit smut, but I do have a few romantic subplots planned, as well as the possibility of a few Omakes with a twist of lime, at least one of which I have basically fully written in my mind that features my favorite side ship, KamiJiro. I have a few other ships ready to set sail, but I will reveal them later.

3. I killed Inko Midoriya. Sorry, not sorry. I don't like her character, as I feel she is a bad mother. I also made Hisashi a dick. They never really mention him, and we don't even know what he looks like, so I figure he probably abandoned them. If he were dead, that would be something Izuku would think about, and if he really was just 'working abroad', then he would call or text or write a letter. Anything to acknowledge that he has paid some attention to the things happening in his family's lives.

4. This story begins in 2257, with the 4 year old Izuku's doctor appointment taking place in 2247. I based this decision on a few factors. Izuku is the ninth wielder of One For All, receiving it at 15 from All Might, who also received it at 15 and, being most likely older than Endeavor, would be in his late 40's to early 50's. Assuming that each generation held it for around 30 years, that would equal 240 years. Plus, we know All-For-One is well over 100 years old, society has had enough time to fully rewrite legislation to incorporate the existence of Quirks, and Midoriya and All Might mention that the appearance of Quirks stagnated progress and humans could have achieved interstellar travel had they not appeared.

If you have any other questions, or would like clarification of something, leave a review or PM me. Constructive criticism or lavish praise are both welcome as well. Flame will be suppressed by my boy Todoroki.