Boku no hero academia fanfiction

Note: I do not own Boku no hero academia or Boku no hero vigilante. All I own is my OC.

Also, English isn't my first language so be warned and please review and tell me what you think of the story and how to improve.

Constructive criticism is very welcome.

Now without further introduction welcome to the story.

"Talking"
'Thinking'
[Time/Place/POV change]
*Sound Effects*

Chapter 1:
A Super in a world of heroes

"I am dead because I lack desire,
I lack desire because I think I possess,
I think I possess because I do not try to give,
In trying to give you see that you have nothing,
Seeing you have nothing, you try to give of yourself,
Trying to give yourself, you see that you are nothing,
Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become,
In desiring to become, you begin to live."
-Rene Daumal

First, let me say this… I never planned on dying in my old world, like at all. It just kinda happened. And it wasn't a dramatic death, like sacrificing myself for another person or dying while saving someone from a burning building. Nope, nothing like that, I… just… died without warning. If anyone asked me how I died I'd probably tell them something along the lines of "I fell asleep and was too lazy to wake up." at least something like that.

And there was no "light at the end of the tunnel" only a quick fart into darkness. But what I didn't expect was an assault on my eyes, ears and pretty much private space when something that felt like a towel, started scrubbing me all over my body… *whimper* WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!

I was freaking out while trying to get away from what I could only describe as a nightmare horror movie experience when a six-armed giant started to wrap the towel around me. My first thought was 'NOOOOOOOOOO! Please no! God please no! I don't want to be eaten!' but I couldn't move properly. Of course, I realized a second later that I was in the body of a baby which meant my motor skills were pretty much none existent.

The six armed blurry giant then handed me over to two other blurry giants and that's all I can tell you since baby vision is pretty SHAIT.

"Hai, dozo." Said one person "Watashi no musukodesu." Said another. I carefully listened to their language... it was Japanese 'Wait, what the hell is going on here?' I asked myself: 'Where am I? Why can't I move... or speak for that matter!' My voice was way higher than what I was used to.

Given that I was used to the voice of a 21-year-old student, then yeah my voice was definitely higher. And what was with the Japanese being giants, which I could deduce from what I presumed to be a female giant who was holding me like some kind of mother.

"Chotto Izuku kore wa Anata no futago no kyodaidesu." The female giant spoke again. 'Wait, Izuku? Izuku, Izuku hmm I heard that name somewhere before, but where?!' This was starting to get on my nerves.

"Watashitachi wa Anata ni Nani o yobubekidesu ka?" Asked the female giant: "Masaru wa do yatte Naru no?" Asked a deeper voice, probably belonging to a male.

"Masaru? Midoriya Masaru. Mhm, Sore wa Watashi ni yoku kikoeru." Said the female giant. 'What the hell are they- Wait did she just say Midoriya? Where did I hear that be- OH MY GOD I've been reborn.' I thought as the realization hit me. I was reborn in the world of Boku no Hero Academia... as Izuku's twin brother?... Oh, this was gonna suck.

[4-years later]

So naturally being quirkless didn't shock me at all, while my mother Inko Midoriya and Izuku looked like they've seen a ghost. And I don't mean Casper the friendly ghost "Would you be my friend?" kind. I mean the "GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!" demonic voice kind. While I wore an expression that would make Saitama proud.

Being bullied didn't bother me that much as it should have. I knew they were annoying, but they were kids. I only hit them once... hey what do you want, I may have been 21 in my previous life, but now I was physically a child, so cut me some slack. What would you do if kids with powers came after you? Exactly ... you'd shit yourself too.

Now some of you would say "Just fight back you pussy!" Well that might be true, but tell me this, how in the name of everything that is holy am I suppose to hurt kids with stones for skin, hands with explosive blasts coming off of them and some could even fly.

See, I thought so.

Though in hindsight, I probably shouldn't have provoked them in the first place.

But then one day I had an epiphany, after being beaten into a bloody pulp by my classmates. And judging by the pain, my spleen had moved from one side of my body to another... anyway back to the epiphany.
This world, no matter how Japanese it was, how anime it was, was still a classic superhero world... well Hero world, but we'll touch on that subject later.
Since I had future knowledge of what was to come and knew how to prepare for it, I set my plan in motion… Well, that is after I came up with a plan.
This world was still very vast and unfamiliar to me. For all, I knew I could have been completely wrong and this world had its own set of rules.

Given that a quirk could have strengths but it also had its weaknesses or your head could transform into a cactus... see what I mean. But I was going to achieve something different. I was going to be this world's first ever SUPER hero.

And how was I going to achieve this?

Simple, I'm glad you asked. By obtaining superpowers. Now since I wasn't born with any, or blessed by a magical wizard, or was from another planet I had to do the next best thing. Create something that gave many other superheroes their powers. I had to stage what I like to call "The Freak Accident". Now since I wasn't rich, obviously, or had access to super high-tech, or the super soldier serum I had to improvise.

Now guess how many superpower accidents happened in this world. Yes, you guessed it, none, zero, nada, nijedan, cap… you get what I'm saying.

They just never happened. I mean seriously the security of this world was just stupidly OP. I swear the other day I saw a police officer walking around a doughnut stand to keep it "safe".
I even checked a history book to make sure, and when I say a history book I mean, hehe ALL of them. Even the internet. And there was no "Radioactive spill of 1960" or an "Experimental drug gone wrong, gone sexual of 1990".
That kinda brought my plans back to step… nothing. Yep, you heard me, nothing, this entire revelation ruined my life forever… Well almost.

Since none of these accidents were so to say "possible" in this world, then I was going to make them possible. And this world was going to like it.
But immediately after thinking about it, I ran into a wall... Both in my plan and in real life... I wasn't looking where I was going. How was I suppose stage an "accident" without any knowledge of quantum science… or science in general… HEY, all I knew was how to make water boil. It was with magic, right?
And if that kind of tech even existed in this world. I could only do my best to improve myself physically and hope that luck would look my way…

I was so fucked, wasn't I?

So at the age of 6, I started my inhuman training of doing everything a normal person would do... what I was a lazy bastard in my old world. But don't worry after the first training session and getting my ass handed to me by some little fuck from my class. I won't tell names *cough* Fuckugo *cough* someone took pity on me.

Well so to speak.

"Wow… you are weak as shit." Said an old man that watched the entire exchange go out. He had a black bandana that covered the upper side of his face, a dark brown trenchcoat, light grey cameo pants, and combat boots.
You can probably guess how calm and collected I was the entire ti-

'HOLY SHIT ITS KNUCKLEDUSTER!' yep totally calm and collected.

'Ok, ok, ooooooook calm down and take a deep breath' *Inhale and exhale*
'Gotta make this first impression a good one.' I thought as I faced him.

"WhAT's it TO YoU!" Great job 'Shake voice Suzy' you fucked it up.

"Don't worry kid, I didn't mean to offend you. Well, that's a lie. HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed.
'Don't insult him, DON'T insult him. DON'T NOT SCREAM DISCOUNT BATMAN!' I thought as I glared at him.

"Why didn't you fight back?" He asked: "What?" I had a dumbfounded look on my face: "Didn't you hear me, I asked why didn't you fight back? " He said while looking to the side.

"Because I'm weak." I said looking at him: "Well I already knew that. I meant why didn't you use your quirk?" He asked again.
'Wait is this going where I think it's going. Has lady luck finally smiled my way? Probably not, but hey it doesn't hurt to try.' I started formulating a plan.

"I don't have one." I muttered so it was barely hearable. "What was that?" Asked Knuckleduster "I said that I don't have one ok. I'm quirkless." I answered staging the best "sad" act I ever did in my previous life. Yeah, you heard me, I was a theater boy.

"Oh, well that's certainly rare. Well, goodbye." He said as he turned away and started walking.

..

'NANI!?' I yelled mentally: "Wait, aren't you going to help me?" I asked "No, why should I?" Said the old man as he continued walking. My mind was working overtime as I drastically thought of a way to get out of this situation. There was nothing until a single thought crossed my mind. What are we humans most protective of… our pride.

"Yeah you're right, you probably couldn't help me even if you wanted to." I said smirking.
'Please work, please work, please work.' I constantly repeated in my mind.

Then… he stopped.

..

'YATTA!' I thought in my mind. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.' I thought while my mind self was whipping away a tear and was currently accepting an Oscar award for best crybaby.

"What was that?" He asked scowling at me. 'Ha, you think that scares me, you clearly haven't met my mother when you tell her 'no'.' I thought as I shuddered at the memory of my first and final time I ever said the word 'no' to her.
"You heard me. You probably never even trained anyone in your life, you nobody." I said hoping I wouldn't get killed.
"Now listen here boy. I've trained heroes while you were still in diapers." He said pointing his finger: "Ha, jokes on you I'm 6, that wasn't even that long ago." I immediately regretted those words.

"I trained the Crawler!" He yelled: "Who? I asked.
"You know, the vigilante." He answered, "Did you just admit to training someone who breaks the law?" I asked.
"Eeeeeeeeeh, no?" He said while looking away.

I on the other hand already had my phone in my hands.
"Moshi, Moshi, police? Yeah, I would like to report a crime."

"CHOTTO MATE! Ok, fine, FINE! I'll train you." He said as he got a neutral look on his face.

"YES!" I jumped, "But I doubt that you're cut out for being a hero." He said.

"You're just scared that I'd turn out better than All Might!" I yelled back.
"Ha, you'd never turn out as great as All Might. You'd probably give up in the first week." He said laughing.

"Then why don't we have a bet. I bet that I can last 3 months without complaining once. If I win you have to train me so that I become a better hero than All Might ever was or will be." I said to him.

"And if you lose?" He asked.
"I'll give up trying to become a hero… forever." I told him with determination.

"You wanna become a hero that badly?" He asked me.
"Yes." I said as I nodded my head.

He let out a sigh and thought about the offer. Seconds past, but it felt like years until he finally spoke: "Ok kid you've got your self a deal."

[8-years later][Manga Chapter 1][3rd person POV]

It all began in the town of Qing Qing, China. With the news of the birth of a mysterious luminescent baby. Shortly after, similar phenomena popped up all over the world. The trigger for these newfound powers was never determined, but as-

"Excuse me!" Yelled a voice as the scene became lightly grayed out.

What is it? I'm trying to tell the story.
"That's all well and good, but this story is about me." A figure appeared from the right side of the screen. It was Masaru, the protagonist of this fanfiction, "Not him." He crossed out Izuku who was frozen in the background.

"Got it?"He asked.
Fine, as you wish.

[At school, after the big epic fight in chapter 1 of the Manga][Masaru POV]

I sat at my desk which was located at the back of the class, right next to the window. Yes, I took the Clishe protagonist seat. I was currently tuning everyone out while drawing some hero insignia designs.

"I'll be handing out printouts on your desired occupation!" Yelled the teacher "But you all want to be heroes, don't you?" He threw the forms into the air as everyone showed off their quirks.

'Most of the teenagers want to be heroes you idiot, why wouldn't they. Its the best-paid job in this world.' I thought as I continued with my doodling.

"Yes, yes, your quirks are all wonderful. But it's against the rules to use them in school." Said the teacher.
"Sensei, Don't lump me in with these extras!" Yelled a blond student. That was Bakugo Katsuki, the bane of Izukus and my existence.

"You can't compare my quirk with the rest of these losers. Mine's on a whole different level! C'mon man." He bragged.

One thing to note is that I absolutely despise him. He thinks he's hot shit with his quirk.
'Just you wait, Bakugo, I'll show you what an "extra" can do.' I thought as I stopped doodling.

The class started fighting, verbally mind you, but the situation was diffused by the teacher... or made worse.

"Now that you mention it, weren't the Midoriyas also signing up for U.A." Fuck you, SENSEI.

The entire class started laughing. Of course, why wouldn't they? Though I was only applying to the general studies program at U.A. I knew this would happen. And the reason why I was applying there instead of the Hero Course, was simple. Backup plan.

If I don't get any powers from my experiment, which should be done soon, I will still be attending a prestigious school which will help me with a job in the future.

Where were we? Oh, right.
*BOOOOOM* "EAT SHIT DEKU!" Yelled Bakugo, slamming his hand on my brother's desk.

"Forget having a weak-ass quirk, you don't even have one! So where do you get off putting yourself on the same level as me!?" He asked. Time to step in.

"Oy, smoke for brains, cool it." I said stepping between Izuku and him.
"What did you call me!?" He yelled. Seriously, is yelling all you're good at?

"I call them, as I see them. And besides, you never know until you try." I answered.
"You never know til you try!? The exams are hopeless for both of you!" What can dweebs like you accomplish?!" He asked.

"Lose the attitude." I said.
"WHAT!?" Bakugo was getting ready for a fight. His palms were lighting up.

"Oh? Come on then! You think U.A. will let you in if you have a record saying you attacked a QUIRKLESS student. Yeah, I bet the only thing you'd be good at is being a villain." I retorted, getting into a fighting stance. If he thought all that training with Knuckleduster was for nothing, he had another thing coming. Not that they knew about my training anyway, since I never told anyone... Not even my mother... or Izuku.

They just thought I was doing light jogging.

"Midoriya, sit down right this instance!" Yelled the teacher.
"Sure thing, teach." I said as I went back to my seat, all the while wearing a wicked smile on my face.

[After school]

I high tailed it out of there, when I had the chance. I had every component that I needed for my experiment, I was done. I ran for as long as my legs would take me until I reached my destination.

An abandoned warehouse near dagobah beach. I spotted it while training with Knuckleduster. He wasn't in Japan anymore though, said he and his family were moving back to China. Good for them.

Well anyway, back to the experiment.

I sat down at a desk and an old computer chair, then I took out my phone from the bag and pressed record.

I also quickly dawned a mask I made myself, it looked like a gas mask but with metal bits on it, creating a creepy smile. It had an inbuilt voice changer I bought from the internet. Most everything I had here I bought from the internet.

"Ok, let's begin." I said into the phone with my distorted voice.

[5 months later]

"This is Doc69 signing off." I said as I turned the phone off.
"SHIT!" I yelled throwing the mask into the ground. Nothing worked everything I tried, every possible procedure and yet nothing worked.

Throughout the months I was obtaining materials for the experiment I wanted to do. I had animal blood which I extracted from various animals in the Zoo. And boy did I have a lot of them.

From mammals to reptiles, fish, and insects, even my own blood. I combined the blood with some other extracts, like fruit juice, yet nothing worked. Off course I didn't test them out on myself, no that would be stupid.

I tested it on my "willing" subjects. Lab rats, You know the white rats that you can always find in some kind of laboratory. *wink*

You'd be surprised how easy they were to obtain in this world. I just had to Joogle them… yeah, apparently the guy who invented the most well-known search engine in this world was named Joogle Hanz… I know right.

Well anyway, I gave them all names that I thought would fit them individually "And your name is Nedzu 2.0, and your name is Nedzu 3.0, and your…" Like I said, for their individuality.

I looked at the corner of the warehouse. A single barrel with the label radioactive waste on it. Obtaining it was easier than I thought.

[FLASHBACK][3 months earlier]

I was running past Dagobah beach when I noticed two guys carrying a barrel. They were trying to dump it into the water.

"HEY!" I yelled, making them jump and drop the barrel onto the sand. They were so spooked that they forgot a suitcase behind. I climbed down the stairs to figure out what they were trying to dump.

It was a yellow barrel with the radioactive symbol on it. I looked at the suitcase. It was open and in it was a single hazmat suit.
'Oooooh, how convenient.' I thought as I dawned the suit and carried the barrel to the warehouse.

[FLASHBACK END]

I put on the hazmat suit and took a smile vial of radioactive waste. I combined it with the serum I tested recently. I took another rat out of a cage.

"Ok Nedzu 120.0, looks like it's your lucky day." I said as I injected the very unlucky rat with the syringe.

The rat started shaking and then it suddenly.

*SQWEEEEE!* Yelled the rat as it jumped out of my hand and through the warehouse window.

I just looked as it ran away. *long inhale and exhale* "A problem for another day." I said to myself.

[4 months later][1 month until U.A.]

And so after months of repeating the same cycle, of working on the serum, testing it, seeing that it didn't work, improving it, eating, training, studying, sleeping, shiting and sleeping again, I finally got the damn serum to work.

You can't even imagine how the last 2 tests turned out. I looked at the two cages, labeled DO NOT OPEN, with a rat in each one.

"Hey Brain, what do you think he will do next." Asked the skinny rat.
"I presume the usual, Pinky." Said a shorter rat, with a big head.

Yup, they were a mistake.