A/N: Welcome to the second chapter. These author notes are here to help you gain information that may be needed. Please remember my use of the letter 'Thorn' Þ þ. Thank you.

CHAPTER 2: TRUTH

"Saluton, kiel vi fartas?" 'Huh? Did someone, just call out to me' I turned around to see a man leaning at þe door smiling, "W-w-what did you say?" "Heh, Mi diras, Saluton, Kiel vi fartas?" Þe man spoke in his weird tongue. "I'm sorry, but I-I d-don't understand y-you." 'Of course you wouldn't, why would you. Anyway, I asked how you are, but, seeing that you're on a ledge. I'd say, not very well." Þe man was; weird to say þe least. "So. What made a clover like you, want to off themselves?" þis man won't care, he'll find out þat I'm quirkless and push me off himself. "Well kid? What made you want to kill yourself?"

"I'm just a worþless deku. Why would you care?!" The man didn't seem shocked at þat. Infact, he seemed glad. "Do you know what my quirk is?" Why would he tell me his quirk? "It's probability manipulation. And one þing I can do is highten þe chance þat information about you will go into my head." I was shocked. Þis man wiþ his god like quirk could be a hero!. "A-are you a hero?" I asked, knowing full well his answer. "No" Wait… What! "I'm not a hero. Nor am I a Villain. I'm þe gray þat both sides hate." Þis man; He must be a Vigi- "Vigilante. Yeah, you need to cut down on your mumbling. Anyway, Ace of spades, pleasure to meet you. And might I say. Killing yourself is selfish." What is þis man saying? "W-what do you mean?"

"What do I mean? What I mean is, killing yourself causes more problems for the rest of us. I mean, þink about the poor schmuck who would see your mangled body? Or what about your family member who has done everyþing þey can to keep you safe? Not going to þink about them? Look, I don't care if you're quirkless. Hell, I rarely use my quirk at all. And I'm þe most known vigilante þere is. So if someone says to kill yourself. Remind þem þat it would cause more harm þan good. And if someone says you can't be a hero simply because you don't have a quirk, clearly never met me." He's clearly lying. Why else would he try and cheer me up, if only to tear me down!

"Hmph. I can see þat you don't believe me. Well let me tell you a little story."

It all started ten years ago when I was at the doctors office. I can remember sitting in þe waiting room by myself, while my ma was signing me in. Now I wasn't a very social kid. I was by myself most of þe time. I just looked around. I could see the posters on þe wall, þe kids laughing and playing with each other. But most of all. I remember seeing a green haired kid walking wiþ his moþer dead to the world.

At þe time I just þought þat þe kid just didn't get the quirk he wanted. Because, like every kid at þe time. I þought that the world was all sunshine and rainbows. But þat world view crashed rather quickly. See, I went to the doctors office because I wasn't showing any signs of a quirk. It was about ten minutes after I saw þat green haired kid þat I was called into þe office. Þe doctor didn't seem to care about the patients. Just þe money. He took me to an X-Ray machine and took a picture of my pinky toe, and took me back to my ma.

I can remember him telling me that I will never get a quirk. He, he just; Said it like it wasn't a big deal. Especially to a kid who hoped to have some cool quirk. My life changed that day. My ma was livid, But she kept it in till we were in þe car. Þen she just, EXPLODED. She was talking about how I was worþless, how I shouldn't have been born, how she should've just aborted me. It was þings like þat all þe way home. I was emotionally drained. My ma. Þe one who was supposed to protect me and nurture me. Just. screamed at me.

When we got home my ma told me to go to my room. I obliged of course, still wondering what to do wiþ my life. My pa not knowing what happend asked my ma what happened. And she just exploded in him, yelling about how þey had a worthless son who would amount to nothing, and þat it was either her, or him. I could hear all of it. I could hear þe yelling, þe sound of glass breaking, and þings being thrown around. It lasted for about an hour before it calmed down. My pa came into my room. I can still remember what he said.

"Hey my little wildcard how're you feeling?" He tried to console me. But I was numb to the world till. "Your mom is going away for a little bit but she still loves you." I was filled with fury. Not towards my pa, but towards þe world. And it was bullshit. So I called it. "BULLSHIT. That is utter BULLSHIT. SHE TOLD ME HERSELF THAT SHE HATED ME, THAT SHE SHOULD'VE ABORTED ME WHEN SHE HAD THE CHANCE!" My pa was at a loss for words. So he just did what he þought best and hugged me tight, whispering words into my ears to help calm me down. It was þen þat I decided to start training my body and mind to become a hero, just to spite þose who said I couldn't.

"So… you were quirkless just like me?" I asked, at a loss of words for what I just heard. "Yes, I was. Now,let me tell you how I discovered my quirk.

I was nine years old at þe time, and I had a body þat could even make a God jealous. During þat time I was bullied constantly, not because of my quirk or lack þereof but for my interference wiþ stopping them from bullying others. It was a rather boring day to be honest. It was normal. We learned about percentages and how to count þem in maþ. It was when my quirk started appearing. Everywhere I looked, I could see percentages above people's heads, and items in the hall. I was confused at þe time, but didn't say anyþing about it. Well school let out for the day, and I was anxious to get home. It was my pa's birthday, so I was going to cook for him somþing good. It was on my way home when I got a call from the hospital. It was about my pa. He was in a villian attack and was severely injured. Turns out, Endeavor is a GIANT PRICK! Who knew. Apparently my pa was at a grocery store, when It started to get robbed.

Flaming Trashbag™ started blasting fireballs left right & center. One of þem started going towards a little girl so he moved in front of them. He had 4th degree burns, his back was damaged beyond repair… He died later that day due to shock. He was the one who helped me discover my quirk. We talked about school and what I learned. When I got to þe percentigas he asked what the probability of his pain lessening. I looked at the numbers. It was less þan 20%. I jokingly said 100% and… his pain, lessons. We were ecstatic. I FINALLY had my quirk!. We spent þe rest of þe day experimenting wiþ it. It ended when he started to flatline.

I ran. I ran all þe way home and cried my heart out. I wanted to know why my quirk appeared when I had þe extra pinky toe. I knew I was going to find out. It was 100% guaranteed. Þat was when I discovered I could have information go right into my brain. It had a 30% fail rate. 30% PERCENT! I was livid. I had my life ruined just because þe doctor didn't want to do þe extra work. I ran. I just ran, and ran, and ran, I knew I was going to survive on þe streets. Not because of my quirk. But because of my skills. Due to my bullying. I was able to pickpocket, and pick locks. I knew how to lie, cheat, and steal to survive.

And It was during þat run þat I saved my first person. It was a man getting mugged. I wanted to do something, and þe next þing I knew was þat I had the criminal on the ground knocked out and a gun in my hand. I asked þe man if þey were okay. Þey said yes and asked for my name. I obliged. "I'm þe most important card in a deck." Cheesy, I know. But I started it and I was going to finish it.

"And that was how I unlocked my quirk and became a vigilante." Þis man, þe ace of spades. Was like me. Except… he got a quirk. I looked up and I was able to get a good look at him. He had khaki cargo pants with a holster on his left thigh. I could see tan, worn, but taken care of combat boots. I could see his brown leaþer jacket þat stopped short of his hips. It was open at þe front and I could see a white shirt well taken care of wiþ someþing black underneaþ. He had something white around his neck, it looked like he could pull it over his nose. His jaw was angular yet square at þe same time. His brown eyes had þis look of someone who has seen þings þat would break a person and lived to tell þe tale. His hair most of all was short, with a cowlick on his right side near his forehead. I could see bits of someþing in it. His hands came up when he talked. Þey were gloved in olive green, wiþ what looked like hard rubber wiþ metal bits in it on his knuckles. Wait… He was talking!

"S-sorry I wasn't listening. Could you please repeat what you said." Great. I just embarrassed myself in front of him. "Heh, I said, take a picture, it'll last longer." Oh. þat was what he was saying. "Sorry" "It's okay, I'm used to it. So, mind telling me who exactly tole you to kill yourself?" Wait, What? Can't he just know who told me? "Don't you know? I mean, wiþ your quirk can't you just know who said it?" He chuckled, Shaking his head. "Figured you would ask that. And to answer your question. No I can't, I've got restrictions. For example, I can know þat someone told you to kill you self, but I can't know who. So I'm going to ask again. Who? told. You. To kill. Yourself." He said wiþ an air of annoyance.

"kachan didn't mean it, really. He just said it as a joke." I burped out. I could see his eyes and face hardened. "Listen, people don't suicide bait other people just as a JOKE. This bakugou person, hates your guts. He doesn't like you. Hell I bet þat he wou-" *BOOOOM* an explosion (Cue Megumeins voice) rocked þe entire area "Þat came from 4th street! Common! We don't have all day!."

When we got to 4th street, fire was everywhere. And þere were heroes just standing there. "Where are the heroes?! Why are þey just standing þere?!" "Shit. our quirks can't do anyþing against þe slime creature!" The heroes can't do anything because of þeir quirk!? And the slime creature! Wait. it was because of me þat All Might lost him. *BOOOM* wait. Explosions? "Kachan!" I didn't know why but þe next þing I knew was þat I was at kachan trying to pull him out. "Stupid DEKU why are you trying to help." He sort of yelled. "I saw your eyes and þought you needed help!" All þe while I didn't notice Ace running in and burning the slime monster, till I heard him laugh. "Ha ha ha ha. Do you like mine Flammenwerfer!? Its Werfs ,Flammen! HA HA HA HA HA!" Þe creature was burning away till. "Have no fear. For I am Here! Detroit SMASH!" And wiþ one punch, both the flames and the slime monster are out.

After we were looked after by the paramedics and given a clean bill of health. I was criticized by þe heroes for going in þere without a quirk. All þe while, kachan was getting praised for his stamina and his quirk, saying how he will be a good hero someday. EVEN ALL MIGHT! Said þat what I did was reckless and could've made it worse. I was þinking of just going back to the building when Ace Popped out of nowhere.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? YOU'RE TELLING A KID. WHO MIND YOU DID YOUR JOB BETTER ÞAN YOU! THAT HE WAS STUPID AND COULD'VE MADE ÞE SITUATION WORSE!? LIKE YOU HAD IT HANDLED ANY BETTER. AND BETTER YET SOMEONE QUIRKLESS DID IT BETTER THAN YOU. HOW ABOUT DEM APPLES! OH! OH! LET'S NOT FORGET ÞAT YOU PRAISED ÞE KID WHO WAS DIEING ÞAT HE WOULD MAKE A BETTER HERO ÞAN SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING! OH AND YOU.! ALL MIGHT.! YOU ARE A FUCKING HYPPOCRITE.! YOU SAY ÞAT ANYONE CAN BE A HERO. BUT WHEN SOMEONE QUIRKLESS COMES ALONG YOU GO 'oh sorry but someone quirkless can't be a hero.' FUuuuuUCK YOU! SO LITTLE CLOVER. YOU CAN BE A HERO."

Everyone was speechless. Even þe news crews were silent. He then disappeared in a cloud of fog And I decided to go back home. I was in tears. Someone believed in me. Someone told me þat I could be a hero. But Why would I want to be a part of a community þat put people like me. People who don't have a quirk, who have a weak quirk, a non physical/non flashy quirk, or even a villianis quirk. No, I don't want to be a part of þat community.

As I was almost to my house kachan appeared in front of me. "Listen here you worþless deku. I didn't need your help. So why don't you kill yourself already and save antie Inko þe embarresment." Did, did he just tell me to kill myself so mom wouldn't be emberassed!? Why would kach- no. why would bakugou. He lost þat right þe moment he turned on me. I just didn't want to believe it.

As I enter þe living room I couldn't help but overhear… ACE?! "And þat's why I think THORN should be used more often and why Esperanto should be taught." Wait. How did he know where I lived? Wait. his quirk. Of course. "Hi sweete you never told me þat one of you friends was coming over." Why would he call me his friend? "Sorry mom, it must have slipped my mind. A Lot has happened today. Comone Ace, lets go to my room, we have lots of homework to go þrough." Not surprisingly my mom bought it. "Okay, have fun sweete." "I will"

When we enter my room I close the door and turn towards him. "Why are you here?" I asked him. He looks at me wiþ a knowing smirk. "Why I'm here to help you become a hero. Or is it a vigilante?" Shocked. I sputtered my response "w-w-w-what d-do you mean?! Vigilante? ME? No no no no no. Why would I become a vigilante when I can become a hero!?" His grin was getting bigger. "Why? Well, maybe because no hero school will accept someone quirkless, JUST because there's a chance þat þey can transfer into the hero course. And before you ask how I know this, check your mail." Ace þen hands me a letter wiþ þe UA symbol in it. When I opened it, it read.

Dear Midoriya Izuku. We in good conscience can not allow you to enter our prestigious establishment. We here at UA believe þat our students safety is our first priority. We in good faiþ will not allow someone who is quirkless to endanger þemselves by attending our halls. Attached below is documentation for academies þat offer þe same courses we have. We wish you well in you life

Sincerely

Principle Nezu

What!? I can't enter because of my lack of a quirk!? Þose, þose…. "Wow. now þat's low, even for me." Huh? I looked up and saw þat Ace was reading my letter. "You do know þat reading oþers mail is a felony, right?" And again he has his shit eating grin. "Well, so is vigilantism." Damn he got þere. "So. ready to be a vigilante?" He asks already knowing my answer. I look at him and steel my face as best as I can.

"Yes"

A/N: wow. I have a new level of respect for authors. this took me all day to wright. Thank you for reading this. Don't forget to leave a comment or review.