It was an average day for 12 year old Izuku.
School was let out.
He grabs his bags out of his locker. One of the straps flung over his shoulders. He was making a casual tread back to his house until his old friend decided to stop him.
"Hey DEKU," Bakugo says, "Anyone ever tell you that you are a worthless piece of shit?"
"Um. w-well..." Izuku tried his best to respond. "Y-you tell me every day."
Bakugo placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder. A slight sizzle started to emitted from it. Smoke rose from the area where his hand was placed. "You say that, but you never really listen."
A searing pain erupted in Izuku's shoulder, he flew back from the blast, slamming into the brick wall behind him. Izuku heard a violent crack as he saw the wall behind him starting to break.
Bakugo wasted no time, setting both hands behind him, he summoned a mighty blast, propelling him forward. "STUPID DEKU," Bakugo yelled as he hurdled towards Izuku. "YOU NEVER FUCKING LEARN! YOU KEEP MAKING THOSE STUPID HERO JOURNALS IN SOME SAD ATTEMPT TO BECOME ONE, DON'T YOU REALISE: YOU NEVER WILL!"
Bakugo grabbed hold of the injured Izuku, picking him up, and giving him an explosion powered slam back onto the floor. Pain reverberated through Izuku as he smashed into the cement.
Bakugo knelt over him. Performing powerful, yet unaided, punches into Izuku's face.
Blood was spilt, Teeth were knocked out.
Bleeding and bruised Izuku tried to force himself up. The pain trained him of his strength. Getting onto his knees and collapsing again, a wave of dread crashed over him. The desolation of his situation became more apparent. His fists were tightened and rage filled his very being.
"It's unfair," Izuku muttered, "It's unfairrr...". Feeling consciousness leave him, Izuku saw the world around him turning black.
Izuku Midoriya was always a happy kid. He was nice to everyone he met and was generally a joy to be around. While he has quite a shining personality, the one feature which most people use to identify him is his burning desire to be a hero.
Heroes were the butter to his bread; they were the air beneath his wings, the flame in his hearth, the...
"You should give up, kid, being a hero is IMPOSSIBLE without a quirk." Dr. Tsuabasa said. The toy in Izuku's hand fell to the floor. Inko used her quirk to pick it up.
The car ride back to the house was silent, Izuku just couldn't believe what he had just heard. When they finally arrived at the house, Izuku went straight to the computer. He went to the desktop and he played a video.
A very special video: All Might's debut.
He needed to see All Might save people, it was comforting to think that there was someone out there, someone powerful, that chooses to help people. He was inspired by All Might, and wishes that he could do the same for someone else.
Tears fell from his eyes, the warm liquid crashing into his lap. His mother, Inko midoriya, found her son watching the video, the faint sound of whimpering being emitted by him. She went to him and wrapped her arms over him in an intimate embrace.
"Mommy, c-can I be a hero t-too?" Izuku asked. Inko pulled her son closer to her. "I am so sorry, Izuku, I am so sorry..."
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Izuku awoke in a strange room. A ceiling fan hanging overhead. To his left was a desk, on the desk there was a lamp and what appeared to be a bowl of Ramen. To his right sat a rather large man: big arms, muscular face, wearing a green jumpsuit and a black baseball cap which read 'Live it' in Kanji.
"Ah, so you're awake," The man on the chair started to speak. Izuku noticed that the man was quite short, only around 5'6. "You took quite a beating earlier, but don't worry, we'll ensure that it doesn't happen again.
Izuku grunted as he tried to sit himself up, clutching the side of his torso as he rests against the back of the bed. "W-who are you? and what do you mean we?"
A man, around 5'10 in height, entered the small room that they were in. He had very large arms and large legs. He had black, slicked back hair. He wore a varsity jacket and he wore baggy cargo pants.
Izuku squinted, recognizing the face slightly. "Dad?"
Inko Midoriya was a happy woman and a happy mother. Her son was healthy and doing well in school, her career was going well, and rent has been paid. Only a little more money until we can move out, to somewhere better.
Inko walked into the bathroom. She turned on the bath and started to undress. Finally, I have some time to myself she thought to herself. Upon hearing her phone ring, she then realized that she hadn't seen a certain cinnamon roll since he went off to school in the morning.
"Hello?" Inko said, answering the phone.
"Hey Inko," a familiar voice responded
"Hisashi? Why, in the ever-loving fuck, are you calling me, we aren't together anymore."
"Hey, I have Izuku in case you were wondering where he was, did you know that he got beat up today."
Inko lowered her voice. "He gets beat up everyday, that's why we're going to leave Mustafu, and most importantly, why i YOUdon't get to see him anymore."
Inko placed the phone down, she had gotten too excited, she took a deep breath and brought the phone back up to her ear.
"Why do you have him anyways?"
"A posse of teenagers beat the shit out of him, so I took him to Ito's apartment. He might have to stay with us for, say, a month or so"
God, he still hangs out with that loser
She then thought about how Izuku hasn't seen his father in person for about 8 years, not that his father abandoned them, he was just always busy with work.
"You can have him for a little bit while he recovers, then after that, he comes back to me."
"Alright, I'll try my best." Hisashi retorted.
"DON'T play with me Hisashi!" Inko said, hanging up the phone.
Placing the phone to the side of the tub, she slid back into it. Kami Almighty.
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Hisashi placed the phone back on the hook.
"So, uh, kiddo, looks like we have you for another 3 or so hours.
Eating out of the microwaved ramen, Izuku wasted no time.
"What do you want with mean!? How did I get here? Aren't you supposed to be in America? Who is the guy in the janitor outfit? WHERE AM I!?"
"Hold on," Hisashi said "This fine gentlemen over here saved your life."
"I go by Ito." The man in the jumpsuit quickly adds.
"Okay... but where am I, and why are you here?"
"Funny question. I have recently been, um, released from my employment responsibilities, and as such I have been relocated to japan!" Hisashi replied quite quickly, although the enthusiasm with which he replied started to worry Izuku.
"So you are out of a Job?" Izuku asked.
"Yes"
"Then where are we?"
"My apartment." Ito interjected.
The kid, the midget, and the deadbeat all stood in silence for around five minutes.
"Fuck, I gotta find a job. Ito, teach him the breathing thingy." Hisashi said, looking at his phone. "Izuku, I need you to stay with us, you have to learn how to defend yourself."
Ito looked over to Izuku, who seemed to be in a confused stupor. He raised a finger up, as if to retort, but he put the finger back down
As Hiashi left the room, Izuku took a look at Ito.
"Hey Ito." Izuku asked
"Yeah?"
"Do you think that I, as a quirkless kid, can be a hero."
Ito placed his hand on his chin. "As you are now, absolutely not. But don't underestimate the human body. Given time, training, experience, you become a hero."
Ito stood up, unbuttoning the top half of his jumpsuit. As if he teleported, he jumped out of it, a blur to Izuku's eye. When he landed he was wearing boxing shorts and a tight fitting tank top, revealing his overdeveloped delts and pecs. He walked over to the minifridge in the room and pulled out a beer. He threw it into the air.
Ito jumped, making a clear, controlled arch, spinning midair like a cannonball. Before the bottle started to fall, Ito performed a powerful kick. It was a straight kick which cleanly bisected the bottle. The bottle carried no forward momentum as Ito landed to the ground. Grabbing the two halves of the bottle, he presented them to Izuku.
"Holy heck, what is your quirk?" Izuku asked
The response that Izuku got back was quite surprising. "I can change the color of my hair.