In the beginning, there was nothing.
Nothing of importance at least. The world you and I see today had not changed in the slightest.
The Battle of Hastings still occurred in 1066, in which England was defeated by Norman forces.
Christopher Columbus had sailed across the ocean in 1492, leading to the discovery of the Americas and their inhabitants.
The United States of America was born with the help of the French, defeating Britain in 1776.
And the world- changing, glow-in-the-dark baby had not been born in Qing Qing, China.
The world had yet to be introduced to the world of quirks.
The biggest concerns on people's minds were, "How am I going to get that promotion?", and "Oh my god I completely flunked that quiz." There was no worry of people losing their family and loved ones to a stray, collapsing building towards the outskirts of a villain fight.
Things were peaceful.
In the year 2030, I was born in a rural town in Northern Europe.
About 10 years before the bioluminescent, future altering baby, known to the public as the first baby with a quirk.
They could not be further from the truth. In fact, it was I. Except mine wasn't as obvious as bioluminescence.
In truth, I lived a normal life.
For about 12 years.
After the Bright Child had been born, there weren't many people who knew what to do with her.
The doctors delivering the baby wanted to keep her for research, and the parents wanted the baby put to an end, not only due to the potential end to their surname, but also due to their "glowing" prowess.
In the end the child's life was cut short due to the parents decision to abandon the baby. But the damage had already been dealt.
People all over the globe had heard of the baby, and people were never more afraid then they were at that specific point in time.
For the 2 years after the child was born, there were more and more children being born with unknown abilities, soon to be called quirks by international polls.
Some of them looked different, and some started to think and behave differently, and cause untold destruction, all at the ripe old age of four.
Global superpowers used them in wars, while some lay hidden in the recluses of the wild.
My family lived in a quaint village in the fjords of Sweden, hidden to most of the world.
Our neighbors were having a child soon, and we were excited as ever. Our village had such a small population that the last person born in the town was me, only 12 years prior.
The locals called our village a lost cause, not only due to the severe cold that only crippled our town in the winter, but also due to the sheer remoteness our village had to the rest of society.
A child being born was a miracle in our town. And a miracle it was.
We had more than enough of our village in the nearby clinic, awaiting the news of the delivery.
And as the child's loud cries were heard from the lobby, they all rejoiced, just a moment too soon.
A sub zero chill pierced through the air of the clinic, and frost crept down the hallway at an alarming rate.
Most of the lobby panicked, as the only possibility for this sudden ice was the gossip of "quirks" brought in through weary travelers. In their panic, the cries of the lobby ceased, as the clinic was engulfed in kelvin-like temperatures, freezing and killing everyone instantly.
I had awoken in a dark expanse of space.
Without a light or object in my sight, I had floated through the nothingness for what seemed like eons, but in reality was only a couple of seconds.
At the end of my drift, I saw a light. A bright light piercing through the pitch-black reaches of nothing.
As I glided towards the light, my senses began to rejuvenate. The beeping of a heartbeat monitor, the shouting of doctors, and the cries of an infant child, much like the ones heard at the last moments of my life, began to fill my ears.
My eyes were overtaken by the bright light, as I passed out from what I presumed was exhaustion.
As I awoke, the first thing that came to my mind was how bright the room was compared to my now familiar expanse of dark space.
I focused on my surroundings, and was able to make out a silhouette of sorts. A woman, along with a man behind her, filled my gaze as things started to focus.
Her hair was dark, much like the expanse I had come from, her skin was peach, and her irises were platinum white, much like the snow I was so accustomed with.
I didn't have much time before another light enveloped me and passed into sleep.
When I awoke I assumed I was still in the same life, because the same woman was displayed in my vision.
I was sitting in a cradle, with little mobiles spinning above me. I smiled at their dance.
While smiling in amusement I began to think; about my past life, and the one I was in now. Was this life merely the afterlife? Or had I been reborn?
The memories of my past life were still there, so I assumed it was the afterlife.
But as my time went on in this small and fragile body, I began to doubt myself.
-5 Years Later-
By the time I had entered this so-called "pre-school", I was sure I was in the same world, but a different body.
I had learned that I was in America now, the "Land of Great Opportunity", as the village elders had called it, and they couldn't have been as close to the truth.
My luck couldn't have been better. I was born to a rich family, with butlers and a mansion, and was raised in near perfect conditions.
But by the time I reached four, I noticed something was off. The people around me grew tense, as well as my parents.
When I went to school, people around me began to change. Their quirks began to manifest. And by the time it came to my turn, I was left in the dark.
No quirk, and people seemed to think it was my fault I didn't have one.
My fifth birthday came and went, along with my sixth and seventh. I was neglected by my parents, and they chose to favor my sister instead.
With her quirk, she could create aluminum from her body. I was cast to the side, and no one seemed to care.
I had tried to pull stunts in order to get the attention of my parents, with little to no avail. I was tossed in my room for extended periods of time, like a forgotten ring, stashed beneath the floorboards.
By the time I realized I was starving and thirsty, I had tried the door handle one last time. The door didn't budge, and I collapsed under my malnutritioned body.
When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that my body was once again in a dark void, lacking any sort of sense. After drifting for the allotted time (which I noticed was shorter than last time), I came to something that looked akin to a screen.
On the screen I saw only a few words, those being, "Continue this life?", and, "Credits: 1".
When I noticed my predicament, I wondered if this was a third chance. Would I die for real this time, or would I return to my past predicament with a new life all over again?
I had come to a fork in the omnipresent road. Would I return to my previous life, full of neglect and sorrow, or would I risk the chance to start anew, with a brand new life?
I decided to start anew, because I had already had two lives, one more than the original limit, so if I had died here, then I would have already gotten infinitely more than anyone else in the world.
If I died here, then I must have just had two strokes of bad luck.
These next several lives are where things began to blur. I had never lived past the age of eight, unlike my original life, and wondered if I ever would again.
I never gained an emotional bond with any of them, and decided against continuing for the longest time. And with each life, my "Credits" went up by one.
I had racked up 500 credits before wondering what the "continue'' option did. I decided to use one of my credits on one of my ill-fortuned lives, after dying in my mothers arms due to disease.
I had returned to the screen I was so familiar with. Except two things had changed.
The digits next to the "Credits" display had gone down by one, but also something very different than what I was used to.
A small box containing "Resistances" as if to label the box itself.
Inside the box was something that left me confused.
There was a smaller box inside, rectangular and long. Inside was a label, reading "Disease Resistant".
Just as I started to wonder what that meant, I had received a notification, if you will, in the bottom right of my vision. Hesitating, I opened the notification, surprised to see an explanation.
"Anything in the 'Resistance' box gives you a resistance of what it is. In this case, you have received 'Disease Resistant', meaning you are 100x less likely to die of diseases. After you use a 'Continue', you will gain resistance to whatever you died from by 100x. These do not carry over between lives. Anything you have now will no longer be there if you choose not to press continue after restarting."
I had pondered for a while before coming to a conclusion.
This notification had changed the entire game.
All I had to do was press continue after dying and I couldn't die from the same thing again, and due to my 500 extra credits from my previous lives, i had more than enough time to do this.
With more eagerness than expected, I quickly pressed continue, before reappearing in my mothers arms.
My name was given to be Izuku Midoriya.
About as soon as I awoke I was taken away from my mother. The doctors whisked me away in order to conduct tests.
After all, my heart had stopped, and now it was beating again, from what I could only assume was zero outside interaction.
I had died, and now I was back, and the doctors would never be more confused in the entirety of their career.
I was poked, observed, and I think possibly punctured by shots and vaccines almost immediately after my birth.
All through which I received multiple astonished looks, presumably due to my lack of crying, despite just being born and tested on.
When I was finally given back to my mother, I knew I had made the correct choice in deciding to stay.
Her eyes weren't those of someone who wanted to use me, or someone who wanted me for financial gain.
They were loving, not just because that's the look you are supposed to give babies just after they are born, but because I was hers.
Her child.
Her little Izuku.
My mother took me home, not long after that.
I had been in the doctor's care when they took tests for quite some time it seemed, so it did not take long for my mother to be dismissed from their care.
While looking around, I noticed a lack of father figure, which was usually always there when their wife went into labor.
She placed me in the front seat of her car, which I thought was illegal, but at the time, I lacked the developed vocal chords in order to voice my opinion on the matter.
After a close call on the way home (Mother should have been focusing on the road, and not her baby), we arrived at an apartment complex after about an hour of driving.
We passed through the lobby, and after receiving a few congratulatory remarks from the staff of the complex, we entered an elevator before going up to the fourth floor.
We approached a door, labelled 4-E, and entered.
Our apartment was small, not cramped, and with just enough room for two people to operate effectively, presuming my observation of my lack of father figure was correct.
She put me down on a coffee table while she took her shoes off.
She took me off the table and instead placed me on the couch, looking at me intently, as if I was supposed to thank her for letting me into her humble abode.
I doubt this is what her actual intentions were, as she got up quickly after that, and scurried her way into the kitchen.
I sat on the couch, observing my surroundings, before being lulled off to sleep by the quiet spinning of fan blades in the middle of the room.
By the time I awoke, I noticed my surroundings had changed.
I was now in a crib, consisting of birch wood planks and light blue covers.
While attempting to sit up, my stomach rumbled, signaling my notice of my lack of food since I was born.
Without a way to contact my mother with intelligible words, I was forced into crying due to my lack of communication skills.
My mother seemed to warp into my room, so quickly that I wondered if she was sitting outside my room, waiting for me to stir.
As she fed me from her [REDACTED], I was one again lulled off to sleep, by her gentle pats upon my head.
The rest of my childhood was not as pleasant as my infancy.
I had made a couple friends in the beginning, and by a couple, I mean one.
Katsuki Bakugou, or as I liked to call him, Kaachan, was all I had.
Towards the beginning of our friendship, I had called him Kaachan because I couldn't quite say Katsuki.
By the time I had reached five, I had once again discovered that I had failed to inherit a quirk, presumably because my gift of "Rebirth" was my quirk.
This led to something similar to my rich life, as I like to call it, where I was ignored by my classmates, and was blamed for not having a quirk.
Kaachan seemed to take it the worst however, with his Explosive quirk to match his explosive personality.
He hated how I looked down on him, even though I didn't, and came to the conclusion that the only way for me to learn my "quirkless" place in this world was to force me there himself.
With a lack of a father figure and a bully who belittled me, I was far from having a mentor, or fatherly figure to replace my absent one.
I had turned to the internet, one of my only safe spaces.
I searched the web for something to fill the void in my brain, and came up empty handed hundreds, if not thousands of times.
Until I found Him.
A video of a strong, burly man with an unmistakable "V" made from his blonde hair.
He carried what looked like ten people out of a raging fire, before returning for more.
On his second trip however, is when he said the line to change my future.
"EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT! WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!"
The words echoed throughout my heart, leaving its mark on everything I had seen in my 200+ years of sentience.
It raised me up from my depressing mood, and gave me someone to look up to.
A Hero named All Might.
Kaachan, however, had also seen the video.
When I returned to school with a record breaking amount of dopamine coursing through my brain, I noticed that Kaachan and all of his friends were also talking about the video.
In a feeling of joy, I walked over to his group, getting ready to talk about all of my ideas and concerns about the newly discovered hero.
I was only met with rejection, being told that my "attempt" at joining his group had failed miserably, and to "go get different hobbies".
I sulked off to a different corner of the room, waiting for this alleged preschool to treat me the same as the last one.
It did. It oh so definitely did.
Kaachan had chosen to call me "Deku", due to his lack of understanding of Kanji, and misread my name, telling everyone in the class that "Deku" must mean someone who is useless.
The rest of that day didn't get any better.
I walked home that day with my mother's hand in mine after the day of torture had ended.
The chemicals in my brain that gave me happiness had long since departed.
The rest of my childhood followed much like the beginning.
Ridiculed, bullied, and almost killed (that one's on Kaachan) by my fellow classmates, who saw me as nothing more than a punching bag for their pent up anger.
After all, I couldn't fight back. Disease Resistance doesn't work against explosions.
After graduating elementary school, I moved onto middle school, a place of new opportunity.
I make myself chuckle from those words. Absolutely nothing had changed.
In fact, I would say it got worse.
Nearly everyone in my elementary school went to Aldera Middle School, along with Kaachan.
This meant that all the unfamiliar students were almost immediately aware of my quirklessness, and joined Kaachan in his goal to beat me down until I stayed.
Kaachan himself, however, had only gotten worse.
His personality had worsened, and he no longer held back in order to put me down. He was the king of Aldera, and no one bat an eye to the repeated torture he dished out towards me.
It was at this time that I chose what I wanted to do with my future.
I wanted to be like All Might, regardless of my other classmates' opinions of me. I was going to be a Quirkless Hero, whether they liked it or not.
So after giving it some thought I had decided to create my own fanfiction, or at least the beginning of one. I have been lurking for a while without making an account, but decided to just give it a swing and make my own. Next chapter will talk about training for his Hero career and his encounter with All Might, while also making the much desirable switch from first person to third person.
My name is sqwidiot.
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