[Official upload: 07/09/2018]

HOI! Welcome all who decided to read my first fanfiction story! Now, this idea came to me because I have been playing it out in my head for the past several months(from the time of release for this chapter). And that idea was: what if, after finding out he was quirkless, Izuku began training his body and mind to a shattering point that, by the time of our first meeting with him in the manga, his body would have look completely different. He will also be more intelligent as his mind would be far stronger. And I have been very intrigued by it. So, without further adieu, let's get on with the show!

Disclaimers: I am not sure how factually accurate this shall be in terms of actual, or in-universe, science, so please if you happen to have knowledge on the subject, please inform me on discord (information is on my profile). I, also, do not own nor shall I ever own 僕のヒーローアカデミア(My Hero Academia)!

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'[in italics]' - thoughts of the person whose POV we are viewing

"[regular text]" - speech

"[italicized text]" - speech being repeated by POV thought

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It all started in Keikei City, China of the year 20XX. In a hospital room, a baby was born in conjunction with a strange "phenomena". The newborn child held the ability to emit a unknown amount of light from their body. But they were only the start.

Soon after their birth, similar "phenomena" began appearing all across the world. The source of this phenomena was unknown then, as it is now. However, what was originally the extraordinary soon became the norm. "Dreams" were now able to become reality.

Now, the world's population consisted of ~80% of those who held these unique abilities, these "individualities" - quirks. With the development of the "phenomena" known as quirks, humanity has entered a new age… the "Society of Superhumans"! But with this age came new hardships. The phenomena carried with it a new wave of crime, much more dangerous than the last. And out of it came the need for something else. Those who wished to protect the innocent from the evil, that began to infest the world due to the lacklustor ability of countries to change their current laws, began to wear the mantle of heroism. The profession, originally thought to remain a dream, came from the chaos of the new world. And from their various acts of heroism, they gained, not only money from the state, but also the respect and love of the public.

This is where our story begins…

Year 2XXX, four years after Midoriya Izuku's birth

Midoriya Izuku POV

"You best give up." he said, causing my heart to drop and my mind to stop in its tracks. I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. As I was about to ask him to see if I heard correctly or not, when I heard my mom speak in a tense voice.

"Doctor…! You mean there is something wrong? Every other child at his kindergarten has manifested, but Izuku still hasn't…" To which he replied "I'm sorry, ma'am, remind me: you're fourth generation correct? Your quirk I mean…"

"Yes naturally…" she started off slowly before continuing "but I just dabble in attracting objects from time to time. And my husband breathes some fire here and there." As I listened to their evolving conversation, my heart began to drop even further. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.

Wheither or not they can see my current state, the doctor continued with the news "By all rights, if you have a quirk it will manifest by age 4. Or possibly, it's some odd complex quirk. But take a look here." he took a small pause so that he may point at the x-ray of my left foot. "According to research from the dawn of the great phenomena, it's all in the joints of the pinkie toe. Did you know?" he stopped pointing at the x-ray.

I held no idea as to what he meant by that but I still listened in to gain more information. "Parts of the human body we don't really use are called vestigial." 'Vegetables?' "people without the extra joint deviated from the standard mold." the doctor continued with his little lesson of the science behind quirk apparation. But that still doesn't tell me what is wrong…

He continued, his voice shifting to a more sombre tone "Little Izuku has two joints. In this era, that is quite rare… It indicates that he is a "standard mold" without a quirk." and it was with those words that I felt like I died. '"Without a quirk" he said… what? How can that be possible?'I could no longer hear what was being said. All I know is that soon afterwards, I was being taken home by mom.

For the remainder of that day, I stayed in my room. I continued to watch All Might, my favourite hero, my role model, on my computer. I was still at a loss for words at what happened earlier that day. 'Why? Why did I have the misfortune at being a "standard mold"' I constantly asked myself this question.

Soon, my mom entered my room. With a small amount of tears in my eyes, I turned to her. Then I asked her, "No matter where people in trouble are, he goes and saves them with a smile… cuz he's a super awesome hero. Do you think I could be one too?" but what awaited me was not what I wished she would reply with. Instead, she ran to me and hugged my repeatedly saying "sorry".

The next day, I finally left my house once more after being cooped up in it for a day. Due to school being off for the break, I went to the park that was nearby my house. When I reached there, however, I saw Kacchan, my friend who has the quirk "Explosion", bullying another child. It was at that sight when I intervened. It didn't matter to me if Kacchan had a quirk or not. I will not stand on the sidelines watching this!

I soon found myself between Kacchan and the kid, who was hunched on the ground with some minor bruises on his arm courtesy of Kacchan. "Stop this Kacchan. Or I will stop you myself." I told him, my voice, gaze, and body firmer than they would normally be. However, the grin Kacchan wore also never wavered "You playing at "hero" Deku? You don't even have a quirk!" He replied back, punching his right fist into his left palm while creating a small explosion that happened on impact. But even still I didn't waiver.

Kacchan threw the first punch, which I just barely managed to block without any serious harm coming to me or the kid behind me. 'It doesn't matter how much damage I take.' I thought that as on of Kacchan's other friends, one that can produce wings tried to attack me from behind. I was just barely able to dodge him as well and he ended up crashing into Kacchan. 'The obstacles I have to face.' I thought again as the one with extendable fingers reached out to grab my foot, to which I responded by stepping on his fingers. 'Nor the people I have to fight.' Kacchan threw another punch at me, this time his grin turned into a snarl. 'I will not allow anyone; hero or villain; quirk or quirkless; man, woman, or child; young or old; to be harmed if I can help it!'

I met Kacchan punch with one of my own. Our fists hit each other, sending us both backwards. I barely managed to not fly into the kid who was now just watching the fight with eyes as wide as saucers. Kacchan was not as lucky as he rammed right into his friend with the extending fingers, which were back to a normal size,sending him to the ground as well.

All four of us recovered soon, standing on our scratched up legs which were holding our bruised bodies. Other than Kacchan, the other two looked at me rather warely. It was almost as though they were fearful to continue the fight. Kacchan, however, looked at me somewhat puzzled. However, it didn't take long for the expression to turn annoyed. Kacchan tsked before stating a single thing, the thing to signal the end to the fight. "Come on, let's go." Before he turned and walked away. The other two didn't hesitate to follow.

Once they were gone, I let out the breath I didn't know that I was holding in. I then looked to the kid I was trying to protect. He was still on the ground, looking at the scene that just happened with wide eyes. When he noticed that I was looking at him, he turned his head slowly towards me and gulped. My gaze immediately softened, it was never my intention to frighten him. I then proceeded to stick out my left arm, my hand open for him to take. He looked at the hand in slight bewilderment before realizing what it meant, his eyes returning to a normal size and a small, thankful smile appearing on his lips. Once he took hold of the hand, I proceed to lift him up to his feet.

We looked at each other for a slight moment before he bowed his head. "I'm sorry for getting you involved with my troubles with Katsuki, Midoriya!" the kid spoke in a meek voice. He was one of the kids from my class, but whose name I couldn't place my finger on. "It was no problem. You don't need to apologize for something that I was fully prepared to take on." I eased my eyes to close slightly while smiling so that I could ease his worries.

Narrator's POV

And it was with that single action, that Midoriya Izuku took his first step towards herodom.

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Well... I would say that went off better than I thought. I decided to make Izuku less of a pussy, and heavily increased his luck, in this story as well as some other changes as well. The changes will be mostly obvious with the exception to a few. But, really, who cares about my opinion, this is up for you guys (and gals, and whatever you identify as) to decide! So, review to tell me what you think! And also, please visit my profile for information! And see you, my peeps, soon!