All men are not created equal. It was a lesson Izuku Midoriya learned very quickly in his childhood. Quirks allowed humans to ascend beyond humanity and achieve feats incomprehensible to the average human. When quirks first manifested, the governments of the world scrambled to keep the power and regulate quirk users. Most were lawful citizens, but others were those who wished to use their quirks to commit acts of terrorism, murder, rape and all sorts of horrible deeds. However, the lawful quirk users of considerable power became heroes, fighting and capturing quirk users that used their quirks for unlawful and evil acts.

And so, Izuku believed one day he too would be a hero, even if he was quirkless. He believed that he could find a way. That he was the exception to the rule.

Today was another day of school for him. He sat in his homeroom class surrounded by people with quirks that made their lives easier. And who could forget the most powerful quirk user in his class? The antitheses to his dreams and aspirations. The boy who shut him down at every angle. The boy who crushed his resolve at every turn.

Katsuki Bakugo. The blonde haired explosive egomaniac.

It was the end of class and the teacher had just dismissed the students and had taken a quick walk to another teacher's room to pick up some paperwork.

"Hey Deku" He said as he walked over to Izuku, giving him the name he had called him for as long as he knew him.

Izuku flinched as he saw the sadistic grin on Bakugo's face. It meant he was about to get bullied.

"Yes Bakugo?" Izuku asked nervously as Bakugo walked up to him while he was sitting in his desk seat.

"I'm getting pretty sick of your pathetic dreams of being a hero. You say you want to become a hero and go to UA?" He snarled as he towered over Izuku.

"Uh, yes" Izuku said timidly, subconsciously backing up but forgetting his chair was attached to his desk. It resulted in him leaning backwards awkwardly.

"Are you looking down on quirks?" Bakugo asked with a snarl, getting right in Izuku's face

"Nnnnoo" Izuzku said as he shrunk back as far as he could.

"So you're looking down on me? I've allowed you to continue your dream long enough. It's time I showed you just how powerless you are!" Bakugo said as he grabbed Izuku by his collar and pulled him out of his chair.

The other students who had been watching formed a ring around them.

Tossing Izuku to the floor, Bakugo kicked him a couple times in the head, causing him to curl into a ball on the ground crying.

Go ahead Deku! Be the hero you said you would! Stop me! Do something you sniveling loser!" Bakugo growled as he kicked Izuku so hard he rolled over and slammed into an empty desk.

"I'm sorry. Please stop" Izuku begged with tears streaming down his face.

"Hey Bakugo, see this? The twerps got a diary" Came the voice of a tall and rather muscular young man who had spiked red hair, light skin and wore a tshirt and blue basketball shorts. His name was Ken Nagumo, the only person in the class Bakugo didn't consider a reject piece of trash. Turning around to him, Bakugo took the book and flipped through it. After looking through it, he spit in it, then lit it aflame.

"Hey twerp, you're really pissing me off. You have a whole notebook on heroes and not even one page about me?" He asked angrily before kicking Izuku in the head and then tossing the book out of the classroom window.

"Whatever, just sit on the floor like the loser you are. If I ever hear you say you want to be a hero again, you better run as fast as you can or I will make you wish you never existed" Bakugo said before turning and walking through the students that parted for him to exit the class.

He lay there until all the students left and the teacher eventually returned.

The teacher was a small Japanese man in his late forties with short black hair and light skin. He wore a casual blue shirt and gray slacks. He took a seat at his desk at the head of the class. Looking at Izuku and sighing, he addressed him.

"Mister Midoriya, wanting to be a hero is well and good, but do you have to keep antagonizing your classmates?" He said to the young boy lying on the floor.

"But, I didn't" Izuku tried to defend himself, but was cut off.

"QUIET! Do you think I care about your justifications? Just stop getting into fights with your students or I'll be forced to take action against you and have you suspended. Now get up and leave my class. School is over" The teacher rudely addressed him.

"But" Izuku tried to explain himself again, but was cut off.

"You're testing my goodwill. Get. Out" The teacher said as he got up and began walking towards Izuku.

Izuku heeded his warning and quickly got up. His right eye black and blue from a particularly harsh kick. Quickly gathering his bag and stuff, he ran out of the room, down the hallways and out of the school. On his way home he walked looking down at the concrete sidewalk and not sparing his surroundings even a glance.

Thud

"Watch where you're walking kid" Came the rough sound of a man's voice as Izuku felt the ground rush up to him, falling on his back.

The next thing he knew he was looking up at the face of a man who was standing over him, with his arm extended to help him get up.

The man wore a white t-shirt and dark blue track pants with a white stripe up the side. His face was sharp and defined, just like his thick but toned muscles on his arm. His black hair was in sharp spikes and his eyes were looking at him like one would an insect.

"Uhuh uh uh sorry" Izuku stammered out as he took the man's hand and was pulled up effortlessly.

"Be careful next time" The man said before letting go of him and walking past him. He had a plastic bag of groceries in his other.

"I swear, the people in this world are so pathetic" Izuku heard the man grumble.

"Yes! Thank you" Izuku thanked the man before continuing his walk forward before he processed the words and stopped in his tracks. "This world?" He asked, only to look back. However, the man had disappeared completely.

And cut. I hope you enjoyed my intro.

There will be no nerfs or bashing.

Until next time.