House phone rings*

"Hello?" A male whose face is hidden in the shadows asked.

"Hisashi. It's me."

"Inko?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing up so early? Isn't it like 1AM over in Japan now?"

"1:35 AM to be exact." The female said as a matter-of-factly.

"That's not really helping your case you know."

"*Sigh* I know."

"Inko, what's wrong? You sound depressed."

"It's Izuku... I think that he's getting bullied at school because of his status."

The man's features begin to get revealed. He had pitch black wavy hair, silver eyes, a square jawline, and had a pair of goggles around his neck. His eyes narrowed after hearing that.

"How can you tell?"

That's when he could hear her voice start cracking up after that. He could tell that tears were starting to form. It didn't help with her sniffling either if she tried to deny it.

"H-he always comes home with scratches and burn marks all over his body. His clothes are in tatters and he always has this dead look in his eyes like he just wants to curl up in a hole and die!" She exclaimed.

To say Hisashi was shocked would be an understatement. Guilty? Yes.

"This is my fault."

"It's not your fault Hisashi. You couldn't control it. You are only a third generation Quirk user in your family while I am a 12th but, you couldn't help that you were born into a family that only recently had Quirks developed."

"No. This IS my fault. I could have bestowed upon Izuku a Quirk. A versatile one at that but, I was too damn scared because it was still going through trials and errors. I was too scared of what would happen if I were to give Izuku a manmade Quirk to make up for the lack of having a natural one that I didn't even think about how Izuku's life has been thus far!"

"Oh, Hisashi-"

"Inko."

"Yes Hisashi."

"I want Izuku to be brought to America. I want you to come as well and then, maybe we can become a family again."

"Hisashi, as tempting as that offer sounds, I've already managed to fall in line with society. I have a well-paying job, a child that I'm practically raising on my own with you coming to Japan only for the holidays and sending money directly to my bank account to pay child support, and I have made friends that aren't just from high school. I don't want to just go to this completely foreign continent where I can't even speak the language and have to start all over unless I want to be a trophy wife, which I do not!" Her voice rose at the end.

"Mood swings as usual Inko."

"S-shut up! A-anyways, I'm not going to America with you."

"At the very least, allow me to take care of Izuku in America for a few years. Staying here in Japan where people are constantly pulling you down can have a profound effect on your self esteem."

"Hmm. Fine. I'll put you on a trial test for now. Izuku can spend one year with you in America but, if I hear anything about him not liking it in America after 1 month passes, he is coming right back to my custody! Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Izuku will arrive in America at 8PM on Friday." She sighed.

"I won't be late."

"Make sure of it Hisashi." Her voice declined before hanging up.

"I can't believe that worked." Hisashi mumbled. "Now that I have a Quirkless offspring coming to America, I can test the experiment on him. He'll be the first Quirkless child I ever tested to see if they are compatible with it. All my other volunteers failed miserably trying to control this beast but, they all had Quirks regardless of their age. Now, if my research proves right, Izuku may just be my best bet at making a scientific breakthrough!" Hisashi cheered.

-BNHA-

It has been 6 years since I left to go to America and stay with my dad. I didn't get to see him often because of his work so, when I heard that I was going to be staying with my dad in America and away from all of my tormentors, I was so pumped that I began packing from early on.

When I was in America, dad had told me about how he heard about me being bullied but, he had a way for me to get a Quirk. I was so excited hearing these words that I really thought that the world was finally shining on me.

Unfortunately, the process of me getting an artificial Quirk was far different than I expected. My dad injected several serums into me while I was strapped to this table. Then, I was subjected to the Quirk.

Sure, it was powerful but, it came with a big downside. What is it you may ask? Well, it talked to me.

They didn't simply talk as if they were a normal person but, instead, talked full of bloodlust.

It was amazing how I didn't go completely mad with the Quirk bonded to me for 6 years but, I did manage to tone them down a bit. Not only did I tone them down a bit but, I also managed to get an understanding of the Quirk.

I found out that the type of Quirk that I had was dubbed the 'Symbiote' Quirk and that the parasite I had was named Venom.

I eventually grew to accept Venom and we both changed overtime. Now, after so many years of living in America and training with Venom to improve, it was time we made ourselves known to the world!

A/N: Tell me what you think! All reviews that are negative and nit constructive will be ignored so don't waste your time andvenergy on me.