Prologue

Welcome everybody! Welcome, to my new story called 'My Reality'. You probably already read the description and here I come with the most important points of the story:

Izuku won't get OFA.

The pairing will be Izuku x Toga or Izuku x Mei or maybe a Toga x Izuku x Mei. You guys decide.

Izuku will be a villain.

Izuku will be based on Jhin from LoL.

And now that everything had been said, let's go to the story!

Legend:

"Talking."

'Thinking...'

Prologue: Inspiration in Red

Izuku Midoriya is different to the rest of the kids of his age.

He is quiet, he doesn't care about having friends and he is quirkless.

Because of that, he has a lot of time to do other stuff. He knows he can't be a hero. He doesn't have the power to become one and he knows that. He isn't going to pretend that he has any chance to become one neither.

He knows the truth and he accepted it.

So, what does he do during his free time? Art. Simple as that.

Drawings, paintings even a little bit of singing and dancing.

He is a great student. A nerd maybe. He likes to learn and to investigate new things. But there is a problem in his life. A problem that no matter what, he can't find a solution.

His life is boring.

Don't get him wrong, he likes somethings in his life. His mom is a nice person. Katsuki isn't always a jerk. And he thinks he is pretty talented in his craft.

But everything becomes so repetitive that sometimes he feels sick for going on the same loop over and over and over again.

He just wishes...

There was some more rush in his life.

*Present Day*

"Well students, you are seniors now. So, you must start thinking about your future." The teacher said as he walked in front of the class with some papers in hand. Then he grinned and threw the papers into the air. "But we all know that you are going to apply to become heroes, right?"

At that, the class got in a frenzy. Every student showed off his or her quirk. Katsuki grinned maniacally "Don't put me with these extras! I am the only one that is going to become a hero from this shitty school!"

The students started to argue with their arrogant classmate "Aren't you applying to UA Bakugo?" The teacher asked and the students changed their attitudes. From annoyed to impressed.

"UA? Isn't that the elite hero school?"

"Yeah, if someone can get in there, is Katsuki."

"With his quirk it is granted."

Katsuki grinned as he stood up "That's right! I have great grades and an awesome quirk! I am on my path to become the next number 1 hero! The next All Might!" He then started to brag as the students surrounded him to throw him praises and good luck.

Izuku watched from his desk with a bored look. He was drawing a scene of Katsuki on top of a mountain. That's how it always had been. Katsuki, the best athlete in class. Katsuki, with the best grades. Katsuki with the awesome quirk. And bla, bla, bla.

"Isn't Midoriya also applying to UA?" The teacher said disinterested. In the blink of an eye, all the attention switched from Katsuki to Izuku.

'Oh boy...' Izuku thought as the mockery started.

"What? Is he serious?!"

"He has no chance."

"What an idiot!"

Katsuki slammed his hand on his table and Izuku got his things out of the way. "That was close." Izuku said and Katsuki growled.

"Deku... Do you think you are the same as me?"

Izuku shrugged "I like to believe that everyone is different in their own unique way. So no, I don't think so."

That comment seemed to anger Katsuki even more "Don't get smart on me nerd! What the fuck you plan doing in UA!? You don't even have a lame quirk! You are fucking quirkless!"

Izuku nodded with a bored look "That's correct. But UA has a good general studies part. I am pointing there."

"I don't give two shits! You're not going to UA! I am the only one from this shitty school going there! You got that!?"

Izuku raised a brow "So, I should sacrifice my education just for your selfish desires? That doesn't sound very fair."

"Okay, okay. Enough is enough. Everyone, go back to your seats. We still have a class." The teacher said and everyone returned to their seats. Katsuki gave Izuku one last glare and Izuku ignored it and went to stare into the window.

The class went on normally and before they could notice, the bell rang announcing the end of the class. Everyone left and Izuku was packing up his things. He was going to put his notebook where he makes his art when someone snatched it from his hands.

"Hey!" Izuku screamed and saw that the one holding the notebook was Katsuki.

"Deku... you think that we are over?"

Izuku shrugged "I don't care, but I believe that what you have is mine. So, do you mind handing it ba-"

*BOOM*

That was the sound that Izuku heard as Katsuki put the notebook between his palms and created an explosion. Izuku watched helplessly as his art was burned in front of his eyes and then tossed like, like trash out the window.

Before Izuku could go and retrieve the notebook, Katsuki put his palm on his shoulder "Look Deku, I am the only one going to UA to become a hero. Is that clear?"

"I already told you, I am going to general studies and beside-" Katsuki started to create small explosions on Izuku shoulder making him stop.

"I don't care. You are not going to UA and that's it." He then left with his two cronies that laughed about how pathetic he was.

Izuku went downstairs where he found his notebook on a pond with fished chewing on its corners. He picked it up and sighed. So much work close to being destroyed. He put it into his backpack and decided to take another route home that was slightly longer but he didn't care.

He was going across an alley when some guy got in front of him with a knife. "Hand me everything you have." The man said shakily. He was clearly nervous and Izuku deduced he was unsure of this.

Izuku raised his arms in a sign of surrender "Look, I don't have anything of value with me. So, what you say if you just go home and we forget about this."

"Shut up!" The man said as he got closer and put one of his hands into Izuku's pockets, trying to take out his wallet.

Izuku saw a chance and he grabbed the wrist of the arm holding the knife and guided it to the mugger eye.

The thief wanted to scream but Izuku covered his mouth and jumped on top of him making him fall to the ground. Izuku didn't know what was happening to him. Why he wanted to harm this man. He only knew that he felt...

Alive.

The rush that he was feeling in that moment. It was what he was looking for. What he was needing in his life.

He started to move the knife inside the man's eye. The victim other eye widened in pain as he started to move his legs wildly trying to break free with no result.

Izuku at this point, was grinning. This was so much fun. After 2 or 3 minutes of playing with the eye, he decided to finish it. He took out the knife of the eye hole, but made sure to keep the eye itself in there. Then, he proceeded to stab him in the chest.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And Bla, Bla, Bla...

After 5 minutes, the man that was once known as Akira Takanashi, was now a bloody mess, with stab wounds all over his torso and head.

Izuku was standing next to his creation. Admiring it. Wondering with it.

Enjoying it.

He decided to keep the knife. At least for now. He took of his stained with blood uniform and put it into his backpack.

He doesn't want to call that much attention by walking on the street covered in blood.

Izuku grinned as he watched his 'Art' one last time. He finally did it.

He finally got a purpose in life.

And done! This was the prologue of my new story 'My Reality'. I hope you enjoyed because I know I did. And before I leave some few things:

Izuku is OOC. That is clear. His personality would be between Light of Death Note and like said before, Jhin from LoL.

Akira not using his quirk. He has a useless quirk. So, using it would have not made any difference.

And that's all I can think about. So, we are done! Remember to leave your Review that it helps my motivation, PM me for any doubts or suggestions, Follow and Favorite the story and me.

Till Next Time.

Roy D. Harper.

Next Chapter: Whispers and Screams for a Demon