AN:I do not own My Hero Academia.

I like Toga. That is your only warning.

(City Streets)

Izuku walked by himself, towards a familiar alley way. People around him gave no attention at the obvious sadness in him. 'Like always. No one cares about a quirkless loser.'

Izuku was actually somewhat known in his hometown. Many did not know his name, but they do know of the quirkless green haired child that was at almost every crime incident to take notes on the hero at the scene.

The boy turned into the alleyway he was heading towards. He saw the manhole cover still flung to the side under the bridge. Izuku picked it up, with some difficulty, and placed it back where it belonged.

Now under the bridge, Izuku placed his backpack against the wall and sat down beside it. He curled up, his knees under his chin and arms wrapped around his leg.

'Be realistic.' Izuku recalled All Might's words. 'But what can I do?'

No one had ever given him a different path to follow, other than not be a hero. And he hadn't tried anything else, too hung up on proving everyone one and accomplishing his dreams. 'Something I always knew I couldn't accomplish.'

'Well, someone did try to get me to do something else,' a large muscular man with similar hair came to mind, 'But do I really want to be a quirk analyst. Sure I'm good at it, but what would I amount to? Another cog in the machine?'

'Or do I go into business like he wants me to?' Izuku questioned himself, 'He does wants me to pass down the company to me, for whatever reason. Not like his employees are going to respect a snot nosed quirkless brat with no backbone.'

'I would probably embarrass him so much. I'm already the laughing stock of school and the neighborhood,' Izuku thought, 'I can't embarrass my dad anymore than I already do.'

So focused on his lack of self worth, he didn't notice the person sitting beside him. "What you doing?"

Normally, Izuku would have shrieked and jumped from someone surprising him. But this was the normal boy anymore.

He looked to his side to see a young petite blonde girl with two messy blondes. She was grinning manically and had a huge blush on her face. 'Those are some sharp canines she has. And then she has those slitted eyes. Feline related quirk?'

Izuku might not carry around his analysis notebook anymore, but he couldn't stop the ingrained habit to break down quirks. He was just quicker to stop the habit now. 'This does nothing for you.'

Izuku ignored the pain that came from her poking him hard in the cheek, her nail breaking the skin. "Hey Mister, I'm talking to you. It's rude to ignore people."

Izuku chuckled with self deprecation. "Sorry. I'm used to being ignored."

The girl pressed her finger down harder. "That doesn't make it better!"

When she removed her finger, Izuku caught her staring between the blood on her finger and his cheek. His hand wandered to where her finger had been as he felt something wet trail down his face.

"Don't touch it!" the girl yelled as she smacked his hand away with her other hand.

Izuku just looked as the blonde placed a bloody finger in her mouth. He was unaffected by the sounds of delightful pleasure that escaped her mouth as she sucked on her finger. 'She has a craving for blood?'

"So good!" he heard her squeal. She got super close to his face, the distance between would be far closer than he would be normally comfortable with.

He only watched in some type of detached fascination as her tongue rolled out her mouth. He took note of the tiny barbed like spots on her tongue, something he felt slightly in pain as the appendage rant up his face. The small of amount pain he felt from the cut disappeared. 'Some form of pain reliever?'

His blood kept leaking, as felt more of it fall down his face. 'And an anticoagulant?'

Izuku didn't move as the girl pounced on him, smashing him to the ground. His head bounced against the cold concrete as she grabbed his wrists and squeezed them hard with a surprising amount of strength. He saw her head shot forward, feeling her hot breath against his skin. He felt her spikey tongue return, licking up th blood on his face. It then began to dig deep in his cut, seeking more of the red bounty.

Minutes later, the girl finally stopped sucking on Izuku's face. She sat up, letting go of the boy's wrist. As soon as Izuku tried to get up, a blade was pressed against her throat. "Sorry cutey, but it looks like our little rump in the night is over."

Izuku only moved his eyeballs to look to the side. "There is still daylight."

The knife being held by his assailant made a knock against his throat. "No sass!"

The boy's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "But I wasn't being sassy."

"So you're were just stating the obvious because you so smart, huh?" the blonde asked sarcastically. Normally, she would started her routine now, but the guy underneath submissive behavior intrigued her. 'I thought he was having a bad day and was easy pickings. But he hasn't resisted or freaked out yet.'

"Why are you doing this?" Izuku asked instead, "Do you need blood for your quirk or something?"

"Yes. How did you know?" the girl asked.

"Your saliva kept my blood from clotting and made the pain go away," he answered, "So you have the ability to extract blood from someone painlessly and at a faster rate than what a normal person gives."

"You're a smart pants," she said between giggles, "A cute smarty pants. Makes me want to just eat you up."

Still unaffected by her words, actions, or the knife to his throat, Izuku stared at her. Making the girl cock her side in interest. "You're a strange one, cutie. Why aren't you scared?"

"Why should I? I'm nothing. Useless. A Deku," was Izuku's answer. One that sent butterflies flying around the blonde's stomach.

"What did you mean?" she asked softly, moving the knife slightly away from her captive.

"I'm quirkless," Izuku answered, as if that answered everything. The girl looked at him expectantly. "And I wanted to be a hero. But I can't without a quirk. Everyone says I can't. No one believes in me."

'He's kind of like me,' the blonde thought, 'Maybe I can use him. Or he could be a friend! I haven't had one of those for awhile.'

The sounds of nearby sirens snapped the blonde attacker out of her thought. "The fuzz is here! Time for me to skedaddle!"

The girl left behind a confused Izuku behind as she jumped off him and ran away. The boy just stared at her fleeting figure, ignoring the shouts of the police officers coming his way.

One officer took note of Izuku's dazed eye expression. "Sir, this boy needs medical attention. I believe he is in shock."

The trench coat wearing officer turned around to his subordinate. "I'll call it in. She got away again."

The junior officer carefully picked the boy up and took him to the police car as they waited on ambulance.

(Hours Later)

Izuku found himself being hugged by his mother after the police questioned him about the event he just went through. "Two times in a row? Why does this keeping to you Izuku?"

He shrugged, not caring he got attacked. 'Not like it would have really mattered if something happened. No one would have cared if I died.'

'Mom have been devasted.' Izuku felt a sliver of guilt at the thought. 'I can't just up and die.'

He had suffered a concussion from the attack. The cut on his face wasn't anything serious, the paramedics dapped some disinfectant and placed a bandage over it.

"Second time, Ma'am?" the officer in the trenchcoat asked, "We don't have a report of your son being involved in another villain attack this week."

The mother jumped in surprise from the voice. "I'm so sorry, Detective Naomasa! That night Izuku was a bad place and it slipped my mind."

Naomasa smiled gently at the pair. "It's okay, Mrs. Midoriya. Your son hasn't been in an incident in almost two years, a great improvement. But we will have to question him soon."

Inko nodded, pulling her son closer. "Can you give him a few days? He needs time to recover from this."

The detective looked down at Izuku, who still had that blank expression from whe he first saw him. The man sighed. "That's fine. Bring him back at the end of the week though."

The mother nodded, leading her son out the police station. The pair walked silently into the car. Inko was the first to speak. "Honey, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah."