Toji Fushiguro. He was never a good man. He's done several things that could go against society's norms. He never regretted his lifestyle, gambling his money away, spending nights with different women, killing sorcerers.

Then why? Just being on the verge of death, did he now remember. Her? Why did that hidden piece of memory show her holding Megumi in her arms? Tcht. Great, just great. Now, after all those seven years of neglecting his child. Now he has regrets?

"Do you have any last words?"

Of course, he did. He wanted to say to Megumi sorry. Sorry for all the time he neglected him, that those times he avoided seeing him because he could only see his mother. The woman had an impact on him in his miserable life as a monkey. He choked on his words before he spoke out slowly.

"In two or three years, my kid will get sold to the Zen'in Clan... Do whatever you want."

He chuckled softly. As he stood there bleeding out, his mind becoming foggy and closing his eyes. His body hit the ground hard, giving out his last breath. He felt a single tear trickle down his face as he saw Megumi's face.

Five years. As Toji Saito in this new life. Purity, how hilarious. He was anything but pure from his past actions. Oscrtizied from others. Learning of a new world of superpowers from genetics, despite the eccentricity it was. There were only a few discrepancies between his past life and the one he has currently. Besides, one factor persisted. Him being weak with no capabilities of a Quirk.

The picture of his parent's disappointment was now just blurry after an image, haphazardly taken, another circumstance. Toji was already adjusted to, not affecting him to the extent to when they ditched him. He'd quickly figured out they would decide to do so. He snuck out a few nights, hiding away clothing, dried snacks, and some cash from them.

The amount he had sustained was more scarce than he had wished for, then again. He only had a body of a child, not the one he trained, fought within his past. His only complaint was how much the face reminded him of Megumi. The boy was still young and far from puberty to see how much he would mature in fecial features. Just the general softens of his face reminded of him too much for comfort. It could be simply guilt.

Guilt that he abandoned Megumi. That the eyes of shame were something similar that he held when he would glance at him. Guilt. Of never being able to show care for him, shame that when he would see him, he would only remember the void his mother left in his life.

Maybe his curse was to suffer, to know he would never see his child again. To not have the chance to attempt redemption. To not become a father that Megumi might have been proud of, that guilt would eat him up until his last breath.

"Get back here, brat!"

Toji panted heavily. Clutching the bag in his chest, his immature lungs burning and wheezing, for him to stop. He ignored his own body for the sake of survival. It was careless of him to think he would get away from stealing from some petty thieves. After all, it wasn't even their money. Nothing wrong with him stealing it from them. He coughed and spitted out saliva as he remained running, going through small gaps and knocking items over in the attempt to slow them down. His feet skitted to a stop as he looked around and cursed under his ragged breath.

His head-turning to each corner rapidly, he was trapped and nowhere to go but up. His legs were burning as they trembled to hold him up. He didn't have enough muscles to climb up with the bag of cash.

They were a booming voice as it chuckled darkly, and slow claps vibrating in his ears with his heart thumping for oxygen. His body froze as he slowly turned around to see the man looming over his body.

"Nice try, boy. You are far too young and inexperienced to get away from me. Be ready to get punished."

Toji took small steps back as he felt his back hit the wall, still grasping the bag and glaring at him. His lips cured as he growled at him. The man only chuckled as a knife of ivory color appeared. It seemed like he could use his bone to create weapons or something similar or sorts.

He gasped as he felt the remained air leave him and his jaw slamming and grinding against his teeth. He wanted to scream in pain as the knife stabbed through his palm and outwards, between his thumb and index.

By the time Toji regained his consciousness. The man had left along with the money. He hisses at the pain in his hand. He ripped some cloth from his shirt off, bandaging it tightly. It was just his luck, that his left hand, his dominant hand at that. It was most likely to cause trouble for him in the future. He licked his lips, feeling the iron in the blood, coughing a small amount before pushing two of his fingers into his mouth, feeling out the missing meat of his tongue of the tip. He had bitten his tongue off.

While he did had some bruises littered across his body. It was nothing compared to his hand injury that held his most concerns, the scar from his past life. Now, it was simply a birthmark that went across the corner of his lips. As his finger grazed across it, remembering the cause of the injury during his training in the Zen'in Clan.

Slowly standing up from the ground, he dragged his feet out from the hidden alleyway and into the streets filled with people and billboards. Toji hadn't realized it now, but it awfully reminded him of Tokyo, but he knew as well this place wasn't it. He felt the intense gazees of the passerby's, their whispering to one another and slight forced hushed, thinking he might overhear them.

He didn't care. He was just tired, hungry, and possibly sick. It was hard for a six-year-old trying to survive for six months on their own in the streets. He searched through his pockets to find a measly 1,000 yen. He was craving meat and offal. But this amount wouldn't suffice for his favorite dishes. He sighed as he looked down at his clothing and grimaced at the blood and dirt along with the tear he did for a make-shift gauze.

He walked down the streets for a few hours before stopping in front of a Family mark convenience store. He walked in and headed down the aisle for medication. His eyes widened at the cost of the items. He swallowed his disappointment opting out for the cold medicine. It was out of his prince range, the closest being over 2000 yen, taking a cheap gauze brand and some antiseptic being almost 300 yen. He walked to the fridges and took a 1.5 liter of bottled water. While it was a bit too much, it would at least hold out for perhaps more than a day and grabbing two Onigiri with some salmon filling. The meat option was a bit too much with the amount he had already guessed in his head.

He walked to the cashier and placed the items. He was struggling not to use his left hand and move it too much. The other looked at them with a bit of surprise before scanning the items and saying out loud.,the price as she placed the small tray in front. Toji was more than relieved it didn't go over 1,000 and placing the crumpled bill on the tray.

The cashier took it and placed it in the register before taking out a few coins placing it with the receipt on the tray and the bag with his items. He said thanks to the lady and grabbed the bag, stuffing the change and the receipt. He looked into the bag before looking back up at her in bewilderment. She only smiled at him and laughed softly.

"You're still young. Nothing wrong with having a bento and a dessert. Hurry and eat it. The due date was yesterday, but it's still good. So you won't get sick."

He nodded quickly and left the store. He was a bit glad. The cashier did so, even if it was out of sympathy. He'd swallowed his pride just for it, even if it was past due. He'd have something in his stomach. He walked to a small play park, sitting on a bench. Slowly unwrapping the cloth, he would hiss as he poured the antiseptic into the injury. He wouldn't waste it all, considering how much he bought it, ripping the gauze with his teeth and wrapping it tightly in his hand. It wasn't amazing. But decent enough for now.

He opened the bento. It contained fried chicken steak, white rice with some black sesame seeds sprinkled on top, and potato salad.

He gave his thanks for the food and took a bite, in which, Toji sighed in satisfaction. He looked at the top plastic cover and laughed at the date. It was fresh. Guess she lied to make him feel good. It was still good, either way. Really, good. Just when was the last time he ate something fresh? It was at least three or four weeks now. The main reason he tried to do that stunt, he was low in cash.

After finishing his food and chugging around a third of the bottle, he went to throw away the trash. He stopped as he felt dizzy and stumbled on his feet. The world was spinning around him, going faster, faster, and faster.

Before he knew it, Toji collapsed on the floor. Noticing some blurry figures rushing towards him. He didn't hear them at all, only his heartbeat. His exhaustion, making him close his eyes and engulfed in darkness.

When Toji had woke up once again, he was in the hospital and his hand in a cast. He was confused about how he ended up here. Quickly by the doctors, they told him, two weeks. He's been at the hospital for two weeks. Not only did he had a high fever and to have surgery. He had to wear the cast for around six weeks from his broken arm.

Claiming how lucky he was, any longer and he might not be able to use his hand anymore. Despite it, he felt a numbing sensation in his hand. They did inform him he might have some difficulty with his hand even with the surgery and rehabilitation therapy.

He was sitting on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly as the sound from the tv, was background noise. The sound of the door opening diverted him from his dazed state. There stood a woman with dark green hair. She had a bit of weight on her. It wasn't much, but the bit of pudge on her frame was there. In her hands was a flower bouquet of Hydrangeas and near her legs was a young boy similar of age to Toji, having a similar hair color and freckles scattered around his cheek. He was hiding behind her, feeling nervous and completely hid when Toji moved his eyes to him.

"Oh. I'm glad you're doing better. When Izuku found you passed out at the park, he rushed to me in tears."

She spoke softly with a gentle smile. Toji wasn't sure, but something of her made him feel safe. It was most likely of him being a child again or just desperately wanting to have an adult in his life to make him feel safe. It could be both. He grunted as he relaxed into the bed.

"Thank you... My name is, Toji Saito."

"Do you know where your parents are?"

"Don't know, don't care."

"You shouldn't be so rude. I'm more than sure that your parents are searching for you."

"Listen, lady. I don't know where they are, nor do I care. It's been months since they abandoned me."

"Abandoned? Why?"

"I'm quirkless. My parents were ashamed of having a kid like me. I turned Six when it happened, been trying to survive on my own. Until I got in trouble with some people and got in this state."

The woman stood in shock from the revelation, placing the flowers on the table. She excused herself and leaving the two children alone. The freckled one was shivering in his seat as they awaited her return.

Toji clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Oi. What's your problem, brat?"

"IIEE! I-I-I-I'm quirk-quirkless too..."

"How annoying."

"I'm sorry..."

"Why are you such a stuttering mess? Did you get bullied or something?"

After Toji's question, there was dead silence between the two. Making Toji laugh and wheeze.

"Are you serious? Why? You're so weak and trembling like a leaf, ahahaha."

"They call me Useless and don't even use my name but call me Deku."

"Deku? What are you an imconpetent idot?"

"No... It's because I'm quirkless."

"That's a fucking stupid reason."

"B-But almost everyone has a Quirk! They call me that because I want to be a hero! I want to be like All might."

"You can never be like all might."

The boy flinched at the comment and looked down, his fists clenching tightly, as he held back his tears.

"You can't be like him because you aren't him. Sure he can be your role model but don't think you can be exactly like him. You can try to become your hero. Why try to be a copy? You'll just get judged and criticized if you say you want to become like him. Become a hero and strive greater than him. Hell, you can become a hero for those like you."

His lips quivered as he stared at Toji, the tears trickling down his face. The latter stared, shocked at the sudden tears, gasping in pain. He was suddenly taken in a bear hug, as the boy blubbered out 'thank you's to him over and over again. The woman walked in with the doctor. Her complexion paled as she pulled her son away, scolding him for doing so.

Izuku, huh? The kid was a bit annoying, but he could see some potential in him being strong. He had some strong morals that were different from Toji's. But overall potential. He was confused to hear that. Inko Midoriya would take him in under her care as a foster parent, realizing that it was Izuku's mother.

Once Toji was discharged, he stood in front of the apartment door. Already have an appointment for therapy in a few months once his arm would heal. In the short weeks he would talk to Izuku, the boy quickly became attached to him, rarely leaving his side, following him like a baby duck and a look of admiration.

While Toji wouldn't show it, he was flustered. The way the boy looked at him with such eyes, a foreign thing in his life, left him unsure how to respond but an expression of indifference to hide it. Inko quickly made a feast for him on his arrival, placing large amounts of proportions of food. Saying he was a growing boy and needed to eat a lot to grow big. They all did eat more than the usual Japanese would. But in a way, he could figure it out.

Izuki was Quirkless as well. His dream in becoming a hero. It seemed like only himself gave him support on his goal. So she was hiding away her guilt with stress eating. He knew it well, the expression she always held when she looked at Izuki. He went through something similar it was depression for him. Yet hiding away one's pain and guilt is something he knew all too well.

He wasn't confident he'd be able to help her but at least easing her guilt. It was the least he could do. She was kind enough to take him into her home and be a parent he couldn't have. He wouldn't deny Izuki was nice to have around, even with the peculiarities, but the mumbling, self-degrading, stuttering, and fear. It irritated him too much to ignore it. He'd whip the boy into shape to hold himself high.

Sorcerers always were an odd bunch, but it worked well for them since they were strong. Izuku wasn't, but like hell, he'd have a little kid follow him around and be weak. After all, he wanted to become a hero. He'd kill him over and over to the best state he'll be for that.

"I... I can't."

"You barely ran a kilometer. You need to do two and a half."

"That's too much!"

"It's for increasing stamina, come on, I'm even letting you walk when you get tired since your not used to it. If I wanted to be mean, I would have made you run until you pass out."

"B-But why?"

"You want to be a hero, no? You already have a disadvantage, so the best thing is to build your body to be the strongest. Once you have enough stamina, we'll go into fighting and weightlifting. On your days off, you do like always did before."

"What was that?"

"Your notebook, gathering information and creating scenarios in your head for strategies in defeating your opponent. I recommend looking into villains as well, not just heroes. Those with similar quirks will help you in quickly composing strategies on how to defeat them. You'll write them down for me, and it has to be more than one. Having backups plans are necessary."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Learned it from my mistakes. How else would I have gotten these injuries otherwise?"

"How is your hand?"

"It feels numb. The doctors said it could be from how badly damaged the nerves were. I'm still having some difficulty, but it won't stop me from getting stronger, is that asshole still bullying you?"

"Don't say bad words. Mom will get mad at you."

"She's not here, plus that fuck head always curses, but you don't do shit. Now answer me, is he still bothering you?"

"Yeah..."

"If he keeps miscalling you, insult him back."

"W-What!? But ka-"

"Don't say that, pomeranian instead. He's got an attitude of one, maybe a Chihuahua."

Izuku muffled his laughter, his shoulders shaking as he covered his mouth. Toji smirked as he nudged his shoulder with his right arm. Both boys were around the age of eight, out in the late of February running. While Toji did have three more months of exercise than Izuku, he still went at his pace.

His biological parents ended up imprisoned for their actions, and somehow he got adopted by the Midoriyas. It was most likely the moment he walked into their home. He was already a family member to the two. During last year, he ended up being homeschooled, allowing for his injuries to heal. This year, he would enter the same school as Izuku. he didn't know if he would be in the same class. But it would still allow him to torment his bully.

Like hell, he'd allow him to damage his mental state more under his care and even more ridiculous for ridicule him for being quirkless. Sure, he was looked down, not having curse energy. But the Zen'in still trained him to have potential and become strong. He became a strong assassin earning the name; sorcerer killer. The title wasn't to his liking, and yet, it still gave assurance of his prowess, turning the weakness he once thought as a burden to his strength to go against those prideful sorcerers as a monkey.

He'd do the same for Izuku, breaking those prideful idiots for looking down at the monkeys. Making them tremble at the immense strength he will garnish and stare in awe. To become amazed by the human body's ascendancy without the need for a quirk.

"Everyone, please settle down. We have a new transfer student this year. I hope you treat him well."

Toji stood in front of the class with a relaxed composure. He turned around and wrote his name, 'Toji Midoriya.'

"Hah? When did Deku have a brother?"

"I'm his adopted brother. I've been staying with them for almost two years now."

"How come we haven't seen you before?"

"For the sake of some injuries I obtained, I stayed at home and was homeschooled for that moment. My hand has healed to where I'm fine to go back to school."

"Why was it so bad?"

"I got attacked before meeting the Midoriya's, my hand got stabbed and damaging my nerves and broke my arm. My rehabilitation is almost over. I only have five more sessions."

There was silence before one more child spoke.

"What's your quirk?"

Toji hummed softly and smirked.

"I'm quirkless, but I'm stronger than all of you."

Their jaws dropped, and many glared at him from his declaration of strength. He ignored the stares as he walked to his seat, placing his head down as the teacher began the lesson.

He yawned as he lifted his head when lunch started. He stood up and grabbed the bento from his bag, leaving the classroom to go to Izuku's classroom. He technically wasn't allowed to leave his class during lunch, but he didn't care.

Toji opened the sliding door, a group of boys surrounding Izuku. He was looking down as he held his notes tightly to his chest. Noticing. a certain blond and spiky hair, causing him to grin malevolently as an idea occurred. PLacing his bento on an empty desk, he sprinted at the blonde before jumping and aiming his feet at him, pushing him away from Izuku.

He stumbled on his feet at the other, making them fall on the ground, and growled as he glared at Toji.

"What's your funking problem shit head?!"

"You're bullying my brother. As long I'm here, I'll Be beating your ass up. Listen up, meat for brains! I'm here to support Izuki in becoming a hero, the best one that there is. He'll beat your fucking ass as a monkey!"

"M-Monkey? that's a bit harsh, Toji..."

"Yeah, right! As if he ever could! He's Deku, after all! Always being weak and useless for the rest of his-"

Before the blonde could finish, he felt a fist on his cheek and cried out in pain, his head forced up. Their eyes shrank at the grin the other had.

"Call him Deku again, and I'll break your face. If I hear anyone ever call him that stupid nickname ever again, I'll teach them a lesson."

Toji declared louder for everyone in the classroom to hear his words. At that moment, many of the students and the rest come and realize. How fucking batshit crazy Toji Midoriya is.

His grin spread wider a crazed expression as he coiled his arm back and slammed it into the blond's solar plexus, again and again till he was wheezing, coughing hard, and drooling out saliva as he desperately gasped for air, glaring at him. No, the expression wasn't one of fear. Instead, it was one observing a stronger opponent than them with caution.

"You better stay away from him, if I find out you are hurting my brother. I'll make your life a living hell."

Hello! So this is like the third book I'm writing on. I just have been reading a few jjk and bnha crossovers. The amount is small... Especially even more with Toji. It will be obvious they will be out of character, well the ones you know off. Toji is free to play since we don't know very much of his personality other than what the fan wiki provides. If anyone asks if Toji will be part of 1-A. That is a factor I'm still deciding on, so I do appreciate some opinions on such. I'm tempted by how I wrote the relations for him and Izukiuas well Katsuki. But if I do plan on having him become a part of the hero courses, it's most likely someone of the trio mentioned has to go in 1-b. That is still a deciding factor.