Hello, and here is a story that I wanted to try for a while. It will follow some of the original stories of MHA. However, the difference is that he is and will stay quirkless. The reason why will be said later on, but this will be a more confident Izuku, despite his lack of a quirk. Now, let us begin the story of The Strongest Hero

Here is a small fact.

Not all men are treated equally.

I had that beaten into me by Katsuki Bakugo, all those years ago.

A person I called a friend, who I respected and cared for.

Now, he was unrecognizable, kicking a blue-haired girl for being a "villain".

"What are you doing, Kacchan?!" I stood in front of them, keeping my back towards that blue-haired girl.

"I'm showing her who's strong here. Not like you.. would understand that."

I felt the absolute malice in his voice, and I felt fear, of turning on who was my friend.

But then, I looked behind me, to see the bluenette crying, with bruises along her face.

'Wait, she's older than me. Why... would he pick on her?'

I didn't know why he decided to pick on her on that day... but I didn't care.

I wasn't going to back down. Not for the world.

"Kacchan! Why are you doing this?!"

He snickered sadistically, to which I was confused.

"Why do I have to explain myself... to the LIKES OF YOU?!"

For some reason, despite the fear in my heart, my head... was already piecing things together.

'He's not our friend anymore.'

God, the thought at the time scared me.

But what scared me more, was that I would give in to that pressure, and let everyone take advantage of me.

My preschool teacher passed me over for just a kid, who couldn't do anything on his own.

I'd always have people making fun of me for just being quirkless.

But now... Katsuki crossed a line.

As he was about to reach me, I punched him in the gut, throwing him off of me. He went flying by a few feet, but he didn't move further back.

He clutched his stomach, but the atmosphere became so thick that I felt suffocated by it.

"Katsuki! Don't do this!"

"Or what?" He sneered at me while activating his quirk by smashing his hands together. I didn't like that expression on him. Arrogance. "You'll stop me with your imaginary quirk?"

"Hey, just because I don't have a quirk, doesn't mean I can't be a hero!" I yelled, despite my bruised arms and legs.

I stood strong, despite me being outnumbered, 3 to 1.

"Give it up, Deku!" He sneered again like he was the only person who could ever become a hero. "You will never be able to be a hero. You're... worthless."

He ran, this time, blinded by rage instead of his ego. His "friends" now were against me. Now... I was alone.

"Let's be heroes, like All Might!"

As I was falling unconscious, I remembered that time, when we were 3.

'Why? Why am I different from you now?" I saw his eyes, looking down at me like I was an ant to him. "I remember you and I watching All Might, beating up bad guys. We both promised each other to be heroes! Why... do you look at me like that? Like... I'm nothing to you?"

I didn't even register the pain. My mind started to process my loneliness before I could even feel like I had broken any bones.

"I'm... all alone," I said as I passed out from Katsuki's punch.

The next thing I knew, I felt someone else's tears falling onto my skin.

I slowly opened my eyes, to find myself being... embraced by my mom. She was crying and crying, and all I could do was feel guilty, as I remembered what happened.

'No. I have mom. I'm... not alone.'

I remembered the video I watched, asking her if I could be a hero, like All Might. She only apologized... but I just felt useless at that moment too. Just like I did at this moment.

'I can't... do anything to comfort her. After all she's done for me...'

"Izuku..." She cried, wailing against my body.

For a few minutes... we stayed like that.

But then, she slowly pulled away from me, clearing her eyes in the process. I saw... a new expression on her face, almost reflecting something inside me.

"Do you want to become a hero?"

"Of course I do," I responded.

"Will you do anything it takes to become one?" She already knew the answer to that.

My expression hardened, and I just looked at her with all of the willpower and rage I had.

I no longer looked like a 4-year-old, with warm, comforting eyes. Now, they were dulled, and the only thing that kept me up... was Bakugou's expression.

'I won't let anyone else feel that weak. Ever again.'

"Yes," I nodded. "I want to be a hero. No matter what it takes, mom."

Usually, she'd shrug off my dream, and worry about me. Now, she had no such expression in her eyes. All I saw... was pride.

She swallowed, but she didn't cry. Instead, she stood up and looked at me like I was twice my age.

"Let's go. I think I might know where you can achieve your dream." She said, giving me her hand, which I accepted. She walked me to the car, where I had sat in the passenger seat.

We drove down, as we left our house, neighborhood, and community. I was going to ask her where we were going, but, as I remembered what she had said to me, I stayed quiet.

It was one of the quietest trips we had gone through, and throughout, I just looked back at her. She looked like she knew exactly what to do, just as I did.

Eventually, after going far past our home, we saw a small Martial Arts Studio, on top of a mountain.

'That's a lot of stairs.'

I looked at the top of the mountain, my mom's hand still holding onto me.

"Come on, Izuku. Let's go."

She looked like she was hardening her own expression like she was about to send me off to fight a war that she couldn't fight.

But I nodded and walked the hundreds of steps to get up to the top of the mountain.

Eventually, we walked to the front of the martial arts studio and knocked on the door.

At first, we didn't hear anything, which made us worry for a bit.

"Is... he gone?"

"He?"

Seconds later, we heard a man saying, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Are you a new student?" The person gruffly asked as he opened the door a crack.

"No, I wanted to get my son to join." My mom responded to the man.

His eyes widened as he saw my mom, but it quickly fell.

"How old is he, and does he have a quirk?" He asked, calmly.

"He is four years old, and no, he does not have a quirk."

"Sorry, I can't help you." He closed the door, and my mom immediately pounded on the door again.

"Please! You have trained people who were quirkless!" My Mom's voice rang out.

He opened the door a crack again, but he sounded... like he wanted to not talk to her again. Like... she reminded him of something bad. "I did. But they were above a certain age. A person's body, if they do not have the determination to pull through and become the best at using martial arts, will fail. Most children under the age of 10 don't have that determination."

"MY SON DOES." My mom's tone suddenly became deadly serious, lacking any empathy for the person she was speaking to. "HE WANTED TO SAVE SOMEONE HE BARELY KNEW FROM BULLIES, AND HE WOULD JUMP INTO A BATTLE IF HE KNEW HE COULD SAVE SOMEONE. HE IS DETERMINED TO BECOME A HERO."

He gasped in confusion, like he didn't expect that, but dropped the tone, opting for a more... compassionate one."Are you sure you want to subject your child to such rigorous training? It isn't easy to learn the technique of Fist of Flowing Water, Crushed Rock."

He sounded... regretful. Like this was all too familiar to him.

"Ask him. He is right here after all." She pointed to me behind the door.

The man had opened the door fully, and I saw what he looked like. He had spiked white hair, a black, full sleeve shirt, and white pants. His features suggested he was old, showing a wrinkled face, with rough skin and his face seemed to convey that he was put through a lot in his life. Betrayal was one of the emotions I saw on his face, along with Deja-vu, as if he saw someone else in me.

"Young man." He crouched down to my height, and he put his finger under my chin, looking at me sympathetically. "Do you truly want to learn this? You will face a lot of hardships from learning it. Even though it will be very rewarding in the end, for the first few years, you will be in great pain from the work you will have to do."

Unaffected, I say, "Yes, I do want to join. I wanted to become a hero. But... I was made fun of by my friends, who wanted nothing to do with me after they gained quirks, and I didn't. They... beat me up, and made me feel weak. I never want to feel weak again. I don't want anyone to feel weak again."

At first, he was stunned by what I had said. His eyes widen, and he stopped breathing for several seconds. Then, the wrinkles in his face relaxed as he smiled, like he was looking in the mirror, and he knew what I felt like. He rubbed his soft hand over my head of hair in an affectionate way.
"All right. I will train him to be the strongest." He looked up towards my mom for a single second, then looked at me with kind eyes. "You will be able to achieve that dream of yours."

He would never know how right he was.

And that is the first chapter of the strongest hero. Anyway, if you want more of the stories, either come back on June 15-16 or subscribe to my profile or to this story to know when it will happen immediately.