"Mr. Midoriya?" The voice penetrated the insufferable silence, making Izuku look up from the bland floors of the precinct. His empty dark green eyes staring into the face of a detective - Naomasa Tsukauchi, a predominant presence in the Musutafu Police Department. "I would greatly appreciate it if you assisted us, Mr. Midoriya. I understand the events are… Difficult, but please, we need your help."

Izuku continued to stare towards him, but his hands gripped themselves tightly on his lap. He opened his mouth to speak, taking a few more moments until words could properly be formed. "It-... I came back from school, like usual," he began softly - brokenly. "It was a normal day... I woke up, had breakfast with my mom, went to school, came back and my mom decided we should go out to eat. But-But," he sobbed, clenching his eyes shut tightly.

Tsukauchi watched silently, a soft frown adorning his face. "On my way back… I-I saw it, this monster. It was attacking everything in sight, like it had no other goal other than destruction and death. I… I froze. It noticed me." Izuku looked down, tears falling from his cheeks onto his clenched fists as he shook. His breathing was labored, but he pushed on.

"It lunged at-at me. I couldn't move. I was terrified. Then I heard a laugh… It was a comforting one, one I knew from the bottom of my heart." Izuku wiped his face and looked up, his nose scrunching up as he sniffled. "All Might just happened to be there. All I could think to myself is 'We're saved!', but… That thing was able to push back All Might and… I should've moved!" He shouted the end, eyes clenching once more as his sobs came back full force. "And my mom- my mom-"

He covered his face, sobs uncontrollable now. Tsukauchi sighed and stood up, the wooden chair gently scraping the floor. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Midoriya. Please remain here until further notice, okay? I'll see to it you get some food and drinks while you're here." The detective left the room, leaving it in dreadful silence, broken only by the agonized cries of the young boy.

Outside the room, Naomasa Tsukauchi rubbed his chin, another quiet sigh escaping his lips. He reviewed the information given, as well as the information gathered from other witnesses. He looked at a TV through a glass panel wall, a reported depicted on the silent screen. But he knew what she was talking about. What everyone was talking about.

All Might had fallen. The Symbol of Peace defeated by an unknown villain. It hurt even Naomasa, having been very close to the man himself, but he had a job to do. Other people were suffering, like poor Midoriya. He lost his mother in the brutal attack. His right hand closed into a fist, his dark eyes staring down at it in well hidden frustration. Most people knew of All Might's death, yes, but just as tragic, if not more so, was the lost of their greatest hope.

One for All had been lost, dying right along with its final user.

Izuku stayed at the precinct for days. Maybe even weeks or months. He didn't know. All he knew was he was tired of sleeping on a couch not meant for sleeping on. His back ached and his eyes were drier than a desert. The only consolation was the warm food and fresh clothes the police had been able to provide him over the course of his stay.

Not having a father to speak of, the police were looking for a place for him to stay. They mentioned an orphanage once or twice, which never failed to make him outburst in refusal. It would have been embarrassing, before that. Now Izuku didn't care, he just didn't want to go to such a place. He wanted his mom back. He wanted to go home and sleep and wake up to her awesome breakfast.

He wanted to go back and watch TV with her. He wanted to get excited over a new heroic act All Might did and tell her all about it. Neither of those would ever happen. He had lost the sun and the moon to his world that day, and he didn't know what to do without them.

For the most part he stayed in the office room, listening in to Detective Tsukauchi, or Naomasa as he asked him to call him, talk on the phone or to co-workers. He, like the rest of them, regarded him with pity and concern. He didn't need pity nor concern; he needed his life back. He'd give anything for that. Alas, life was too cruel, and turning time was one of the few things that remained impossible, even with Quirks.

So here he sat, gazing at the floor with a thousand yard stare as Mr. Naomasa sat behind his desk, clicking his pen repeatedly. It was the only noise in the otherwise quiet room, as the door was shut.

"Say, Mr. Midoriya," Mr. Naomasa's voice interrupted his thoughts, as it often did. He seemed to talk to him the most out of everyone. "You're 14, correct?" Izuku nodded, looking up towards the detective. Said detective frowned, but Izuku didn't question it. He did that, too. "Most kids your age go to higher education next year. I hear Endeavor's son will be attending U.A. High next year."

Ah, that's right. Kacchan said he was applying too, didn't he? Izuku had wanted to apply, to prove he could be a hero even without a Quirk. "What school were you thinking of attending?" Mr. Naomasa broached the subject, making the green haired boy look back down. "I know you don't have a Quirk, and I remember you carrying that notebook with you throughout your first time here at the precinct. Did you want to try journalism, perhaps?"

The 14 year old shook his head, once again not vocalizing his thoughts.

"No? Did you intend on staying a hero blogger your entire life, then?"

A frown tugged at Izuku's lips, the scowl coming not long after. "No." His reply seemed to stun Mr. Naomasa to silence, but he just as quickly recovered.

"Just a hobby then, I suppose. What school were you trying to get into? I could perhaps arrange for you to get a dormitory-"

"I wanted to go to U.A," Izuku interrupted him, his voice much softer but enough to silence the man. "I wanted to become a hero."

Mr. Naomasa was silent for a while. Izuku thought that was the end of the conversation, so he allowed himself to sink fully into the couch with a deflated sigh. However, the detective spoke up again, surprising the boy with his words.

"You don't have a Quirk, you know. There aren't any Quirkless heroes recorded, and not because of a lack of trying." Izuku opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly shut off. "There are reasons beyond ability for that. If society allowed people without Quirks to run around like heroes, then what would that do? It would show that heroes aren't that much different than Quirkless citizens. It would spur villains into action, even though heroes with Quirks are different than Quirkless. Not to mention the dangers posed to Quirkless peoples. Allowing Quirkless into hero society would be inviting them to die, all for some faint idea of glory. So, laws were passed, and Quirkless weren't allowed to become heroes."

He sighed, letting his pen drop onto his desk. He stood up and walked over to the couch, gently sitting himself down next to the boy. "I know what it's like to have a dream just out of my reach. I was just like you." Mr. Naomasa smiled down at Izuku - a sad one, but also one of hope. "I learned the hard way. I attempted U.A. Tryouts… They failed me before I even had a chance to think they might accept me."

Izuku sat silent, thinking about the words he was saying. His heart, already so fragile, felt another blow as the truth set in. Or, maybe, it had always set in. He knew there were no Quirkless heroes; he was a fool for thinking he had been the only one who wanted to be one.

"So, I joined the police force instead. There's a special college just for it, teaching young men and women how to work alongside heroes and ensure justice is emplaced." The detective shook his head, placing a gentle hand on Izuku's shoulder. "You have to be seventeen to attend, but there are pre-courses you can take over the next couple of years to prepare yourself and get to standard. It's tough - maybe not U.A. tough, but it is by no means an easy feat. Even people with Quirks have a hard time making it in."

"Are you…" The green haired teen started, mouth being unable to form words. Mr. Naomasa just chuckled and stood up, looking at Izuku as he walked back to his desk.

"It's just a recommendation. While attending these pre-courses, you are given housing and a small allowance to buy gear and food for the training. As the courses can be applied to other fields, it has quite a few attendants. I suspect crime rates will skyrocket with the loss of All Might-" Another terrible reminder of how dark the world had quickly become. "And we could use more good people in the force."

"I…"

Mr. Naomasa held his hand up, shaking it with a sheepish smile on his face. "You don't have to answer now. But before the week is over would be nice, just so I don't have to put you in a children's home without your consent."

Izuku's wide eyes looked from Mr. Naomasa to his lap, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. His mom, All Might… Both died at the hands of a scary strong villain. A villain who no doubt inspired many others to rise up with his actions. His hands clenched, his teeth grinding together. A new feeling sprung in his chest - different from the numb pain he had experienced over his stay here.

His eyes looked up, making Mr. Naomasa smile this time.

"I'll do it. It might not be a hero, but I refuse to stand down and let someone else experience this pain."

A fire was burning, the same one that had always been in his heart. He may be quirkless, he may never become a hero, but he was far from useless. He would never be what Kacchan called him. He'll become a savior to the people his own way, not with a super power Quirk, but with hard work and a keen mind.

I came up with this idea today while reading some MHA Fanfics. I was surprised at the quality of the top stories, and not necessarily in a good way. So I was inspired to try my own hand at it.

I haven't read a lot of stories from this anime, but the ones I did read started pretty similarly. 4 year old Izuku, doctors visit, blah blah. Which is fine, I don't mean to bash or insult anyone who thinks it's a good start point, because it is. That's why it's used so frequently. But I want to try something different - break the mold. That's what writing is about, after all. To me, anyway.

I haven't exactly authored the best stories myself, so I am most definitely not perfect, and I likely made some mistakes in this prologue. But that's fine, I'll learn from them, just like I hope everyone does when writing. You'll never be good enough, so you must always aim for the top. Just like this anime preaches.

I came up with this idea while reading other fanfics on this. I just thought "How can I change Izuku's character drastically, without being out of character or messing with the infamous doctor's visit?" So, here it is. I wanted motivation - his mother's death - and to close of the route to becoming a hero - the death of All Might. The "No Quirkless Hero Law"? I just see it as logical. In a world where a single man can destroy a mountain with a punch or two, what hope do powerless humans stand against a villain with similar powers? Laws exist to protect the people, this is no different.

I also made Naomasa quirkless, for the sake of plot. I dislike OC's, so a minor change like this was the only thing I could really accept. Though to be fair, I didn't even know he had a Quirk until I was researching his character, so it won't change much I hope.

Anyways, I'll post the next chapter whenever. I won't have a schedule due to my career being exhausting and unpredictable, so bear with me on that.