"See Midoriya, I called you here to discuss your future. You have here written that you want to be a hero and train at UA." The teacher held up a sheet the students had filled out a few days prior.

"Yup." Midoriya's foot tapped anxiously.

Mr. Shibata sighed. "I think it's time you start thinking less about what you want to do and more about what you can do. It's simply not practical for you to become a hero, I-"

"Why not?" Midoriya interrupted, finding himself growing upset.

"Wha- Sorry?"

"Why can't I? I'm fit enough, I have the grades, and I know I have the drive, so why can't I become a hero?"

"Midoriya, please," He sounded exasperated. "Don't make this harder than it is. Your quirk is just not fit to be a hero. I read your file, you would get one hit in before you break yourself and become completely useless. It's just not feasible."

"Well, then I'll have to make that one hit count."

"Midoriya, please be reasonable."

The boy stood up. "If that is all I'll be leaving now."

"Midoriya! I am trying to HELP you here!"

"Well, I don't need your help to become a hero thanks. I'm doing fine on my own."

"You're weak! Your quirk is useless, you won't last a week!"

This is a perfect example of what not to say to a student when discussing their dream career. Future teachers take notes. However, Mr. Shibata is a complete and utter idiot with no regard for human emotions aside from his own who deserves to be crushed in a trash compactor, or some equally terrible fate, such as, being repeatedly awakened at 6 in the morning on Saturday by your demon spawn of a neighbor deciding to mow his lawn.

But I digress. Midoriya, the poor boy, ran out of the room, bag clutched in his arms before the man could see the tears gathering in his eyes.

It was only after he got a few blocks away from the school that it dawned on him; he'd just gotten into an argument WITH A TEACHER.

And said teacher had told him he was useless and couldn't become a hero. That thought made Midoriya feel slightly better about yelling at him.

He was walking through an underpass when he heard a sound behind him. His reasoning for taking the route had been that it would be the fastest way to get to Bakugou's house, however, he would have most likely avoided it if he had known that taking it would result in him getting suffocated by mud.

The experience was an unpleasant one. Specifically, Midoriya was not thrilled at the taste of the slime slipping through his teeth.

"MUmH," Midoriya said.

I do not know what he was trying to say but I can infer it was something along the lines of, "Ew. Please stop forcing yourself into my mouth." or perhaps, knowing him, just a sarcastic, "This day could NOT get better."

Just when Midoriya's vision started to go black a huge punch came out of nowhere and blew the villain apart.

The punch was not an ordinary punch mind you, you might even say it was extraordinary. This was because All Might had been the puncher and he was widely regarded as a very good puncher. I am inclined to agree with this as the punch managed to blow the villain apart and still left Midoriya completely unscathed. Although honestly, I doubt he'd mind if he was punched by All Might, being the fanboy he is, I am of the opinion he would treasure the moment as much as any autograph.

Midoriya, forgetting that there was goo in both his mouth and lungs, attempted to acknowledge the hero who had just saved him. This did not go as planned and he ended up just hacking for several minutes.

All Might quickly gathered the villain into two large bottles and then proceeded to stand by watching as Midoriya tried his hardest to upchuck a lung.

Once he managed to get himself under control he stood shakily and uttered a breathless, "All Might!"

"Hello, young boy! I apologize for the disturbance! Are you alright?"

"YUP." Midoriya squeaked. "Totally peachy!"

All Might, mistaking his fanboy panic for just panic of the 'I just nearly died' variety, bent down to examine him. "Are you positive?"

Midoriya nodded.

"Well if you're sure. I hate to leave so soon but I'm afraid I'm on a rather tight schedule…" He bent his knees and prepared to take off.

"Wait-I-wanted-to-ask-you-sometHIIIINNNGGG." The end of Midoriya's very rushed sentence was lost to the wind as he took to the air hanging on All Might's leg.

All Might seemed slightly disturbed at the fact that this seemingly suicidal boy was now clinging to his leg hundreds of feet in the air. He logically landed on a nearby roof. "What were you thinking?!"

"I- I wanted to ask you something?" Midoriya repeated rather pathetically.

"Look kid, I really need to go-"

"Can I be a hero with a useless quirk?"

"Eh?"

"I mean it's not entirely useless, I can't feel pain which is actually really nice, it's just that it's not really heroic or anything and everyone tells me that-"

"Hold up. Your quirk is that you can't feel pain?"

"Among other things."

That was an understatement. The immortality aspect of his quirk was perhaps the most important part, however, Midoriya was used to not explicitly talking about that so he opted to stay silent on that bit.

His omission was missed as a cloud of smoke enveloped All Might and left a stick figure in his place.

"Whaaaat," Midoriya said in a mix of awe and confusion.

All Might sighed. "I have something to tell you." What followed was a long-winded explanation that involved losing organs, a time limit, and holding one's abs while swimming. Midoriya wasn't entirely sure he understood the analogy but the rest made sense enough.

"-that being said I'd appreciate it if you don't tell anyone else about this." All Might finished.

"Alright."

"...You don't seem very surprised about all this."

"Yeah well, my quirk's weird too. A quirk that makes you spit blood and turn into a scarecrow when you use it doesn't seem THAT far fetched."

"Oh. I suppose so." All Might seemed to have never thought of it that way.

"Um. About me being a hero with a lame quirk…?" Midoriya prodded.

"Ah yes, that." All Might tilted his head in thought. "You can't."

"What?!"

"If you want to save people, become a police officer or something. Being a hero is far too dangerous. Look at me!" He chuckled. "Seriously though, you can get really hurt."

"I can't feel pain though! That's literally my quirk!" Midoriya pleaded. "There's even a self-healing aspect so I won't even be out of commission for long!"

"Even still, villains don't aim to injure." His voice lowered ominously. They aim to kill." All Might opened a door that led to a stairwell. "Regardless of your quirk, there's no way to come back from the dead. Sorry kid, but you need more than passion to become a hero."

Midoriya was left stunned and sputtering on the rooftop. Even his hero didn't believe in him. And yet, that didn't really change anything. Midoriya had been having his doubts that day, what with the argument with Mr. Shibata, and asking All Might, well, he had hoped it would be a confirmation. A confirmation that he COULD be a hero, regardless of what people said. But that wasn't the way it went.

But still, what was it he had said? "Regardless of your quirk, there's no way to come back from the dead."

Midoriya laughed out loud, the noise bubbling out of him in relief. "And THAT'S where you're wrong!" He said aloud.

He knew he could, knew he would, become a hero.