This story is very inspired by Fujin of Shadows "For giving me everything, Thank you". Please read that story as well as this one. It's not the same but that story is amazing and helped me cement how I wanted to write Eri and the world I will build. This is my first FanFic ever so constructive criticism is welcomed. Also I'm not sure if anyone would be willing to help beta read but if there is someone it would be very appreciated.

For this story there will be a few pairings but they can always be adjusted and changed before things get started. Let me know what you think.

Ps. This is a Vigilante Izuku story. He will be OOC, (out of character), but not overly so. Also Eri is only one year younger than him. And there will be 3-4 Oc characters.

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All men are not created equal

Izuku Midoriya had known this fact from the moment he gained consciousness, especially now. For a child he was always quite mature and observant. Always looking at the world through different lenses, never sticking to a single way of thought. It was this way of being that made him unique and served to help him grow at rapid rates.

During his time as a child he had always been called weird, different or strange. Yet it did not bother him. He kept his head high and laughed along. That had been another thing about him that continued to grow. His indomitable spirit. The ability to push through any obstacle and achieve any goal he perceived attainable. And at four years old, much like many children, he decided he wanted to be a hero.

At first he was treated like everyone else, encouraged and praised. But Izuku knew that praise alone would get him nowhere. So he began to prepare. He would read any book he could get his hands on and watch any videos about heroes. That is how he discovered his idol, All Might.

To Izuku All Might was the embodiment of a hero. The only hero capable of shouldering society and changing it for the better.

It was after this discovery that Izuku realized he didn't simply need to train his mind, but his body as well. And while he couldn't start to lift weights, he could learn and practice martial arts. So after convincing his mother he had begun his proper training.

Things were looking up for Izuku. In just a years time he had begun a journey towards becoming a hero. But unfortunately all good things must come to an end, another lesson Izuku would learn throughout life.

The his so called friends and classmates started showing signs of their quirks he began to be treated differently. It was small and subtle for the most part, but he could see it. The adults hid it well but not well enough. Through their eyes and motions he could see what they truly felt. The unsure or doubtful glances, their forced smiles was betrayed by the eyes full with pity or remorse. And while they had at least tried to hide their thoughts, it was the children that truly made his life more difficult.

Despite not being classified as quirkless, just a late bloomer, the children would still belittle him. He was still the victim of their teasing. Even when they were reprimanded or punished for it they would still continue. Because in the minds of naive young children it was not okay to be different.

Eventually the adults began to care less and less. Over the years it would arrive to the point at which they would simply look the other way or feign ignorance. Especially when Katsuki Bakugo was involved. They believed it was better to sacrifice the childhood of a 'quirkless' kid than risk hurting the career of a "rising star". And so his once best friend had soon become his tormentor.

Yet this was only one of the many hardships to come. In time despite his indomitable spirit and brilliant mind he would come to face a moment even they could not help him with. In spite of achieving possible the greatest achievement of the UA history exam history he still was not treated as equal. His quirk had laid dormant for too long, and now he no longer had a school to cultivate his talents. Having just been expelled from UA University Izuku Midoriya had finally reached a bitter end.

Standing in front of the closed gates of his former school stood the defeated green haired young man. Simply leaning bushy green haired head against the cool steel as he felt the rain mercilessly pelt him, soaking his clothes. The dark cold sky forming around further cementing his emotions and the end of his short lived beginning. At this moment Izuku Midoriya had finally died, leaving the world with the same words he had been born with.

"All men are not created equal"