*Izuku's P.O.V*

"What sort of son are you? Being quirkless and tearing mine and Hisashi's relationship apart! And why does Katsumi, a girl with a powerful quirk, even want to be friends with a useless kid like you!?"

Mom's words repeated again and again in my head as I stepped onto the roof of Aldera Junior High a bit after school went out. "Well...Izuku, seems you're going to do something good in your life for once…"

I take out one of my notebooks and rip a blank page out and write a suicide note.

'Kaachan or Auntie Mitsuki, if you read this, I'm sorry for...everything.'

~Izuku'

I step to the edge of the roof. After taking a deep breath, I step off the roof, closing my eyes and smiling. I wait for the impact to come; it never does. I open my eyes to see a scruffy-looking man with glowing eyes holding me with some kind of scarf and had a large bag of cat food beside him on the ground. "Kid, what the hell were you thinking?

I look down. "Isn't it obvious—"

I notice a shield on my arm, which promptly freaks me out.

"W-w-w-where'd this shield come from!?"

The man looked unamused by that, and let me go. "Could be your quirk manifesting from your attempted suicide? What caused you to jump anyway, kid?"

I sigh before looking up at him, tapping the shield unconsciously "...My Mother...thinks me being Quirkless is the reason why she and my father Hisashi got divorced and abuses me severely for it. And I'm bullied for being quirkless by the other students. Only my childhood friend Ka- Katsumi Bakugou doesn't bully me."

The man looked like his .exe had just crashed.. "Kid, do you know who I am?"

I ponder for a few seconds "W-w-wait, you're the underground hero Eraserhead, also known as Aizawa Shouta!"

Aizawa nodded. "You know your stuff, kid. And about your mother, do you have anyone who could confirm your story?"

I shake my head sadly. If only Kachan or Auntie Mitsuki knew enough.

Aizawa groaned softly and opened his mouth, but was cut off by the sound of a cat meowing came from his pocket. He took his phone out. "Excuse me for a moment."

He had spoken to someone on the phone for a few good minutes, but kept his gaze on me in case I tried to do something. I heard a feminine voice on the other end asking about something about me..

Aizawa sighed as the call ended. "A friend wants to meet you. We can talk more about your….situation at the restaurant she and her intern want to meet us at. Also, what's your name?"

"Izuku Midoriya" I meekly say.

Aizawa nodded. "Also, we will be heading to the police station after. I know someone who can check the validity of your story." I just nod in response and followed him to the restaurant.

The restaurant was a pre-quirk era fast-food restaurant that had managed to survive the unrest caused by the advent of quirks and became a popular proper restaurant chain. It was called 'Spangles,' which had a 1960's American theme in all its restaurants.

Aizawa led me to a table where a blonde woman and bluenette, both wearing hero costumes, were waiting for them. I immediately recognized the blond woman as the dragon hero, Ryukyu! I didn't recognize the bluenette, though she looked excited to see me.

But, due to knowing the circumstances of my situation, probably due to Ryukyu telling her she had decided not to bombard me with questions. Ryukyu spoke up first. "So, this is the kid you stopped from killing himself, Eraserhead? How did it happen?"

Aizawa groaned before speaking up. "Kid's Quirkless; his name is Izuku Midoriya. His mother apparently hates the fact that he's quirkless and blames her divorce with his father on him being quirkless and he says she abuses him as a result. But I think he's a late bloomer if that shield is anything to go off of."

Ryukyu looked mortified "That is just no way you treat a, child!"

The Bluenette scooted over to me while Aizawa and Ryukyu talked and whispered. "Hi, I'm Nejire Hado, I'm Ryukyu's intern. I'm sorry about how your mother treats you, Izuku."

I meekly nod, fiddling with the shield, when I notice something in the corner of my vision. When I look at it, a HUD fills my vision. I nearly scream as I fall out of the chair.

Aizawa and Ryukyu looked confused, having both readied for combat, Aizawa gripping his scarf, and Ryukyu getting into a combat stance. "I Think the shield...is my quirk. I noticed a little gear in the corner of my vision and it filled my vision with...some kind of HUD when I looked at it."

Aizawa sighed. "You're going to be a problem child, I can already feel it. What does the 'HUD' say?"

I take a moment to read over the HUD. "I-It seems to be like a VRMMORPG HUD. There's a button for Character, Inventory, and on the left, there's a life and mana bar."

Nejire was the first to respond out of the three. "That sounds Amazing~!"

*Timeskip*

After we said goodbye to Nejire and Ryukyu, Aizawa took me to the police station. There, he asked for a Naomasa Tsukauchi. After a couple of minutes, we went into his office. Naomasa was a tall man with a tan overcoat and matching hat. "Well, what can I do for you today, Aizawa?"

Aizawa gestured to me. "This is Izuku Midoriya. We're here because he says his mother abuses him severely and is bullied due to being quirkless, but I think he's a late bloomer due to that shield that is on his arm. He has no one to confirm his story, which is why I brought him here."

Naomasa nodded, taking out a notepad and pencil. "Start from the beginning, if you please, Izuku."

And so, I tell him the story of me being abused and bullied. Turns out, he has a lie-detection Quirk.

Naomasa nodded as I finished. "Well, He isn't lying about it at all. Erasurehead, think you could come with me to ask his mother some confirmation questions? Izuku, you'll be with your Auntie while we do so, so you don't have to see your mother."

I responded with a nod and called Auntie Mitsuki.

*Mitsuki's P.O.V*

'Ring'

'Ring'

"Shut up you damn brat, someone is calling me!" I said as my brat of a daughter continued to throw a temper tantrum about something that happened at school.

"Hello...Auntie Mitsuki?"

Izuku was on the other line. That was odd; he usually came in person.

"Well,Little Izu, why did you call me?"

"W-Well, it's a long story, Auntie…"

I was expecting a lot of things, but not to find out that my best friend from middle school, who was his mother abusing him. That confused the heck out of me, but something in the back of my mind wasn't surprised.

"Yea, I understand, I'll have Masaru pick you up, little Izu."

Then Masaru left to pick him up.

I was going to give Inko a piece of my mind if this ended up being true, and Katsumi had overheard the conversation, staring blankly.