I've been caught up in the Lantern Corps lately. Of the different cores and what they represent. Also I've been hung up on this one BNHA piece that I've been trying to find ideas to write, so this has been born. I can feel it's gonna be epic. Disclaimer: I don't own Boku no Hero Academia or Green Lantern anything.

Chapter 1: Number 1 Hero

Izuku Midoriya was born quirkless.

Ever since the age of four, the year his dreams of becoming a hero became nonexistent, he had been bullied and beat upon by his fellow peers. As a quirkless middle class child at the tender age of four, one could say that Izuku Midoriya had a hard life.

A life that got worse as he grew up, the kids around him becoming more cunning in their bullying, and the teachers around him not caring while cast in Katsuki Bakugo's shadow. His former friend being the most persistent antagonizer in his life.

Still, even as all those around him beat upon his dreams with harsh words and doubts and even worse hits, Izuku 'Deku' Midoriya held onto his hope of one day becoming the world's greatest hero.

And the universe answered his call.

Izuku Midoriya

Age 13

My eyes opened slowly, eyelids heavy, body lethargic.

Only to blink in shock at the cascade of colors filling my vision.

"I still believe he should bear my ring first."

Suddenly the cascade of colors focused into unimaginable beings. Different entities all with different shapes and forms, 7 in total.

Information flooded my brain, confused signals firing and shock being written on my face. "W-what-" I choked on my words. To many questions that started with 'what' on the tip of my tongue.

While some of the beings didn't strictly have eyes, I could feel their focus shift to me.

The green one glowed, corporal body humming with green light. "Izuku Midoriya…" Its voice gave no signs of its gender, but held power that I couldn't comprehend. "I am the first born entity of the Emotional Spectrum; Willpower. It was I that had the will to move, was I imbued with my power. Power that I gift to you."

The mess of my mind flooded with questions, and the smooth bone like indigo being chuckled.

"You have questions." She(?) mused.

"Questions that will be answered." Assured the purple entity.

"All in due time, our new champion. For now, know that willpower will lead you far in life."

And then I woke up.

I could see black spots due to the sudden contrast in color. My hair was drenched in sweat, and my heart was beating a thousand miles an hour in my chest.

But I had the sudden urge to get up and work out. All my laying around and being mopey about my lack of quirk suddenly seemed ridiculous. I wanted to be a hero, and laying on my butt wasn't going to get me there.

I checked my clock, 6 AM shown green in contrast to the darkness in my room.

I sighed, clenching and unclenching my fist determinedly.

Well, no time like the present.

As it turned out, I was in horrible shape. By the time I got back to the apartment, it was 7:30. Still, a little water, a shower, some breakfast, and I was ready for school.

On the way I witnessed another hero stopping some thief from stealing a woman's wallet. While I wrote down their quirk(hydraulic bracers on their wrists?! Could they manipulate the water after being shot? How much water could they shoot out at once? How much pressure? What's the drawback? How's-) I found myself frowning.

The hobby of writing down heros and their quirks was something I always did, but how would it help me in the future? Sure I could analyze the type of quirk and the potential uses, but that information would be useless without some way to counter them.

My eyes widened as it came to me.

Counters.

Still, that'd only get me so far… writing down everything about a person from their potential to their weaknesses sounds time consuming and pointless if never used. I feel like I should be doing more.

Even so, a hobby is a hobby for a reason. When I feel like I should destress I'll pour into analyzing people and their quirks, not doing it consistently over every hero I see. Instead writing things like… cliff notes.

It'd certainly save me some room in my journals. That and maybe be less stalkerish.

Yeah… I feel like… this'll turn out to be a new chapter in my life. One in which I set out to improve on the things that I do.

It's been about a year since I set out to improve the way I live. My mom picked up on my sudden change for sure, and got motivated to do the same. Joining her lifelong friend Mitsuki Bakugo and working out every weekend.

I myself have changed a lot. Not much personality wise, but physically I'm not a twig anymore.

Thanks to a healthy diet and exercise and a lot of hard work, I excelled in my schoolwork, and nailed physical education. Took mixed martial arts classes. I didn't let Kachan put me down anymore, I won't let anyone put me down anymore. They can beat me up all they want, but my bruises will heal, and I'll still keep going! I refuse to be worthless anymore, and nothing will put me down!

"Ah, that's right, isn't Midoriya also applying for UA?" My teacher spoke up, quieting the students in the classroom, all of them turning to look at me.

Gosh darnit.

Everybody abruptly started laughing, and although I wanted to, I didn't allow myself to shrink into my seat.

"Deku!" Kacchan roared, jumping out of her seat and smashing her palm against my desk in a small explosion. Even though I wanted to flinch back, I didn't. Even though I almost couldn't look her in the eye, I did.

She seemed even more pissed for that, though.

Kacchan, or rather, Katsuki Bakugo, was, is, my childhood friend. Short spiky light blonde hair and beautiful-I mean menacing red eyes. Looking a lot like a smaller version of her mother nowadays, if a lot more volatile.

She's also my main bully, ever since she learned that I didn't have a quirk.

Still, no matter how bad she beats me up, because she lets me call her by the nickname I made when we were children, I know that we were still friends. That she still considers me her friend.

A fist hit my face and I tumbled out onto the floor and out of my seat.

She growled at me. "You aren't going to UA Deku, you don't even have a quirk."

Part of me wanted to say that I knew that. But my fists clenched and I stood up and glared back at her. "I don't need a quirk to be a hero, Kacchan!"

Katsuki looked stunned, before that shock quickly turned to anger.

The teacher coughed. "Well, that's enough everyone. Please get back to your seats, Bakugo, Midoriya."

I shuffled back into my chair, rubbing at the new bruise on my cheek. Aware in the back of my head that the teacher did nothing to stop it.

When the bell rang, I quickly made it out of the classroom before Kacchan decided to beat me up afterschool. Again.

I slowly walked back to my house, taking the long way in case Kacchan or one of my other bullies were waiting for me to go my usual route.

I thought about my day as I walked. Thought about my dream of becoming a hero.

"Well, aren't you going to make the best medium sized meatbag." A throaty dark voice behind me sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could even react, puke green slime twisted itself around me, contorting over my form.

A… Villain!

I struggled hard, but all it amounted to was laughter.

"Stop struggling kid, just embrace it!"

I continued to claw at the slime desperately, quickly losing both air and stamina.

Then I could barely move my body anymore, exhausted and close to passing out.

Is… is this it? Darkness steadily creped across my vision. All encompassing. Is this how I die? With no one ever believing I could be a hero? Without putting a single smile on anyone's face? If I couldn't even save myself, how could I ever have thought I could have been a hero?

I stopped struggling.

Before my eyes shot open and I renewed my efforts tenth fold.

No!

"H-hey, just give up kid. Just stop and let me take your body!"

I refuse to die here!

In brightest day,

"Stop STRUGGLING!"

In blackest night,

I managed to claw away at the slime covering my mouth, and gasp for air.

"No evil shall escape my sight."

"What are you saying? Stop it!"

"Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power--Green Lantern's light!"

Power burst from my body, a symbol forming from my chest, glowing green as I roared in defiance.

The villain exploded, ripped apart by the green energy that came off me like a shockwave. I panted, on my knees and coughing from the lack of oxygen I was subverted to.

For a moment it was quiet.

"I AM HERE!"

My body jolted in shock. "All Might?!"

The hero placed his hands on his hips, throwing his head back and laughing. "That's right!" He glanced at one of the small slime puddles, the only one trying to move, before taking out an empty bottle and scooping up the villain and closing the lid. "I saw you release that shockwave. Quite impressive. Was that your quirk?"

"Ah-well, that is…" I mumbled out. Could it be, that I have a quirk?! "I suppose it was… I didn't even know I could do that."

He laughed again, his everlasting smile present. "Well done then. You'll make a fine hero some day."

I'll make a fine… hero?

I mustered up all my willpower not to break down crying in front of my number one hero. "I… thank you."

"Well, I must be going then. Bye now!" He leapt off into the air.

"Ah… take care!"

Wow that was… I'm still trying to process it all… I…

I suddenly jolted. I forgot to ask him to sign-oh.

I picked up my notebook, the cover signed by All Might himself.

And a wane smile lit my face.

He really is the number one hero.