AN: Really short chapter, just an intro because I got bored tonight and decided to write something that could be kind of interesting. Its been nagging at me for a while so I've decided that I had to try to write it at least. So I hope you enjoy and leave a review if you think its that interesting.
Quirks, the center of civilization, the feature that truly defined you and distinguished you from the rest of your peers. It was in essence who you were and without one… you were a nobody. Pretty much everyone had them, if you didn't you were just dealt a shit hand in life. Quirklessness wasn't as bad as it seemed, till you realized that it was so mind-boggling at this point in society to have been one of the few who hadn't actually evolved, the beings who were a step behind everyone else. And even those with quirks were in a hierarchy, those who had useful and powerful quirks and then those with pitifully weak ones. In this world, the unfair nature of the world really bared its fangs for everyone to see, and not one person batted an eye. It was a defeating revelation to one Midoriya Izuku that in fact not every man was born equal, it was actually quite the opposite. Inequality was the foundation of the world, those born with the most advantages stood above the rest and those who dealt with unfortunate circumstances more often than not were the bottom of the barrel. But, that's just how it goes and no one really questions it, but one little green haired child promised to himself that no matter what it took he would show the world that it was fundamentally broken.
A messy room, notebooks scrawled across the floor and a computer with a bright screen shone through the dark room, an alarm was blaring through the air until a heavy hand slammed it off. With a stretch and dissatisfied grunt a green haired boy sat up, bags under his eyes and a particularly bad frown, he looked like someone pissed in his cereal. He grabbed his phone next to his pillow and it showed a singular notification, a text message sent by a "lucky". He didn't bother opening it.
Once the boy was out of bed he checked the time all while thinking it seemed way too early for him to be up and shocker, he was. It was 5:30 AM… on a Saturday. Silently he cursed, "You're kidding me, of all days to wake up early and it's the day where I planned to sleep in!" With a rightfully exasperated look he decided that he couldn't be bothered to try to go back to sleep and decided that at the very least he would be a little bit productive.
He left his room, silently creeping through the apartment, making sure to not wake his mother, he had already gotten his clothes on and since the sun wasn't up he could get up to his rather illicit activities. The sun wasn't up yet and there was plenty of time before people would be out and about an hour before the sun was up due to it still being winter. Silently leaving the apartment complex he took his phone out and read the message from "lucky".
"Mido, i think i might've bitten off more than i could chew this time…" only one thing was going through Izuku's head. Fuck. Immediately he called the contact, the first try was unsuccessful, he was running through the streets now, hurriedly trying to make his way to their designated hide-away, an abandoned garage that was far away from everything else that could bother them. As soon as he made it, the green haired runner doubled over, heaving and exhausted, mist escaping his mouth as he struggled to breathe, he opened his backpack and grabbed a handle, terrified out of his mind for what he was going to find inside, he weakly pulled the pistol out of his bag and crept to the door that would lead him inside. He peered in and cleared it before walking in looking for any signs of life finally seeing a teenaged boy with jet black hair absolutely beat to shit. He ran over and shook him awake and impossibly yelled at him while whispering, "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME, YOU CAN'T JUST TEXT ME SOMETHING SO OMINOUS AND THEN NOT EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED!"
Now awake and terrified, eyes darting around the room looking for an escape he realized who exactly was tormenting him, he slowly began to calm down realizing his life wasn't in danger this time. "Holy shit Mido, don't scare me like that I thought I was about to die."
"You thought you were about to die? I thought you were already fucking dead!"
"Yea well I'm not so get the fuck over it alright," His snarky reply did nothing except further exacerbate the green haired boy's fury. He was now forced to divulge what had happened the previous night. It turned out that "lucky" had tried to establish himself with a new contact a rising star in the underworld, some lunatic who was going by the name of Tomura Shigaraki, he acted like some fucking kid but he could kill you just by laying his chalky little hands on you. Turns out he didn't like being offered his partnership by some kid who he thought had no worth so he tried killing him, of course he obviously failed but he was damn near close to being successful. And funnily enough what looked like two "normal" teenagers having a serious conversation was not actually the case, these two had no right in calling Shigaraki just some lunatic when in everyone else's eyes they were also the crazed lunatics. Everyone who was around these two were completely unaware of the magnitude of danger they were in just by associating with them. After all, what kind of person willingly associates themselves with terrorists...