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Chapter 1: Izuku Midoriya

"... Hold strong… Don't break…"

"...There's more things in this world that shouldn't be…"

"... A storm is coming… it's a big one…"

"... The time is near…"

"... The path will be filled with danger…"

"... My journey begins…"

Izuku Midoriya woke up from another weird dream. He got up from his bed to get ready for school. He has been getting these dreams lately, and he couldn't make complete sense of it. The voices he heard were always the same and they always said the same thing. He was sure that they were trying to tell him something, but he wasn't sure what exactly.

"Good morning, Izuku." his mother, Inko, greeted him as he sat down at the kitchen table, "I'm almost done with breakfast."

"Alright, mom." He said. His mind then went back to his dreams.

"That's the fifth time this week that I have that dream," Izuku thought to himself, "If I just had it once, I would've passed it off as just a weird dream; but having it nearly every night means there's a reason behind it. Does it have to do with my quirk"

In this world, 80% of the world's population has a genetic mutation that allows them to have powers unlike anything in the world. Society saw fit to call these powers quirks, and Izuku himself was also in possession of a quirk.

However, Izuku's quirk was unusual given his genetics. His mother's quirk, Attraction, allows her to pull small objects towards her; while his father's quirk, Fire Breath, is pretty self explanatory. Under normal circumstances, Izuku would have had a quirk that would have been some combination of the two; but he got a quirk that was completely different.

Ancestry: The ability to remember and relive the memories of your predecessors as if it was your was Izuku's quirk; not a really exciting ability, but Izuku was happy to have it nonetheless. The only downsides his quirk has is that he can only look back to his great-great grandparents and not much farther; and while he can gain their memories, he can't gain their abilities. Meaning that he cannot use any of the quirks his ancestors had even if he tried, and he tried.

"Here's your breakfast, dear," Inko said, breaking Izuku's train of thought with a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and rice.

"Thanks, mom," Izuku said, then started eating. When he finished, he left his apartment home and began his journey to school. As he walked to the train station, his mind went back to his dream.

"Those voices," he thought to himself again, "I don't think they're from anyone my grandparents or my great-grandparents knew. I've ruled out mom and dad when I told them about my dreams; they said that they don't recall anyone saying those words to them. Looks like I got to search through my great-great grandparents memories now. That's going to take a lot longer to comb through, considering the fact I have 16 great-great grandparents who all lived to their elderly years. But what if I don't find a match? I'll be back at square one. It could be possible that I'm starting to see farther back with my quirk; but why now and only through my dreams and in fragments?"

A loud crashing sound got Izuku's attention away from his internal monologue. In the distance, he could see a large dust cloud coming from the train tracks. Someone was using their quirk illegally, and Izuku knew what that meant as he rushed towards the site in excitement.

When change comes, chaos follows; this was a saying that one of Izuku's great-grandmothers used to say, and the appearance of quirks was a great example of this saying. Society fell into chaos and disarray when people started being born with superpowers; and while many people went out of their way to help others during the commotion, there are those who take advantage of others for their own benefit. The world was then introduced to Supervillains, something only thought to have existed in comics at the time. But like in those comics, when supervillains emerged, another group followed soon after to keep the peace.

Izuku moved his way through the growing crowd in the scene, getting as close to the police perimeter as possible to see what was going on. On top of the tracks, a man ,who looks like a giant humanoid rhino, was causing damage to the surrounding structures as he fought another man. It was this other man that got Izuku excited.

It was Kamui Wood, an up-and-coming rookie in the group that emerged to keep the peace. A Superhero.

Kamui Woods used his quirk, Arbor, which allowed him to grow and control wood branches from his arms, to evade the attacks and stop further collateral damage caused by the rampaging rhino-man.

"You truly are the lowest of the low, aren't you," Kamui said to the villain, whose apparent crime was purse snatching if Izuku was overhearing some people in the crowd correctly, "Time to end your tyranny."

"Here it comes." Izuku said to himself, barely restraining the excitement in his hero nerd heart.

"Lacquered," Izuku said in synch with the rookie hero, wood branches building up in the superheroes arms, "Chains Pri-"

"CANYON CANNON!"

A loud voice shouted from above as another giant being, a woman by the sound of the voice, drop-kicked the villain to the ground, knocking him out.

"...eh?" was the only sound that came out of Kamui Woods mouth after that.

"Hey there, Mt. Lady here." the giant woman, who was another rookie hero introduced herself, "nice to meet your ass-quaintance" she flirted, showing off her womanly curves.

Izuku could only look on in bewilderment; slightly aroused by the sight, but mostly bewildered. He ignored the press and paparazzi behind him taking photos of the superheroine's debut, choosing to write down on his notebook any and all information about the heroes he managed to gather from the event.

"Hey kid," Izuku looked to his right to the man addressing him, "you're quite the fanboy, aren't ya?" he asked, good-heartedly, gesturing to Izuku's notebook, "You aiming to be a hero?"

"Yeah," he answered sheepishly, brushing his green hair at the back of his head with his right hand, "It's been my dream for as long as I can remember."

"Good luck then, kid," the man said, giving Izuku a thumb's up, "I'll be rooting for ya."

"Thanks." Izuku said with a smile. He then continued on his way to school, the rest of the trip being uneventful.

"Alright class," Izuku's junior high school teacher announced, "you're all at that point in life where you have to start thinking about your future. I'll be passing out these handouts for your future plans, but…"

The teacher then tossed the handouts to the air like they meant nothing, "You're all planning to be heroes!"

The entire class, with the exception of two people, jumped out of their seats with a roar of excitement and began to show off their quirks.

"Yes, yes," the teacher tried to calm the class, "you all have such marvelous quirks."

"Hey, teach, don't put me with these nobodies," a snarky voice cut through the noise, silencing the class more effectively than the teacher. "We all know that I'm the only one here that can be a hero."

"What did you say, Bakugo?!"

"You're so full of yourself!"

"You don't know what we're capable of !"

"SHUT UP, YOU DAMN EXTRAS!" Katsuki Bakugo roared as he got out of his seat, "We all know that I'm the only one in this entire school that has the makings of a great hero." He then smirked and gestured to himself, "After all, I have top marks on every subject this school has and aced U.A's mock exam. So save yourselves the trouble and don't even bother trying, because I'll be the one everyone will be cheering for!"

The class then silently talked to each other with that information. U.A. is the top-rank hero school in the nation, responsible for bringing the world its best superheroes. To even take the mock exam speaks to Bakugo's hero potential.

"Don't be so sure about that, Bakugo," the teacher said, getting his attention, "Midoriya also took the U.A. mock exam and passed with close to perfect results.

The entire class directed their attention to Izuku, who now looked up from his notebook when he heard his name.

The class, again, began talking.

"Midoriya is going to U.A. too?"

"He's got brains, that's for sure, but that's not gonna get him far."

" He wants to be a hero? With his quirk?"

"He's crazy if he thinks he can be a hero with his useless quirk."

That last remark slightly offended Izuku as he ignored the class to continue writing.

"My quirk is far from useless." He said in his head. With the ability to learn from his ancestor, Izuku is arguably the smartest kid his age. He's fluent in English, Chinese, Spanish, and French; both in speaking and in writing. His math and science skills are university level at best. He knows mechanical and electrical engineering at a professional level, which helped his mom save a lot of money in house repairs. He can even pilot a plane if he could.

Some of his classmates think his quirk is OP, forgetting that his intelligence is the result of reliving many lifetimes of memories multiple times ever since he mastered his quirk at the age of 7. While most of his classmates…

"DEKU!" Katsuki shouted in his face as he slammed his hands on his desk; his quirk, Explosion, activating from his palms to cause a small combustion. Izuku's attention was immediately on his overly aggressive classmate.

"What do you think you're doing applying to U.A., huh?" The blond bomber growled, staring at Izuku as he was something that shouldn't even exist.

"You're not the only one here that wants to be a hero too, Kaachan." Izuku answered, unfazed by his childhood friend's act of aggression. A few years ago, he would've been cowering at the mere presence of Katsuki's anger; but after reliving the memories of one of his great-grandfathers, who was an American, multiple times, he evidently gained his fortitude and perseverance. "I dreamt of being a great hero ever since I could remember and I intend to make that dream a reality. If that bothers you so much, that's your problem, not mine."

"Alright, alright, that's enough," the teacher said, trying to stop things from escalating, "that's enough excitement for today, let's begin our lesson."

The rest of the school day went on as usual. Since Izuku had no reason to relearn any of the lessons being lectured, he spent most of the day writing in his notebook any information he came up with related to the two heroes he saw today.

His train of thought soon found itself back to his weird dreams, which has been happening a lot recently, when he realized something.

"Now that I think back on it," Izuku thought, " two of those voices were speaking in languages I've never heard before. One sounded French, but isn't French; and the other doesn't sound familiar at all. The only reason I can understand what was being said is because they understood. The other two voices were in English, but each of them had a unique accent and way of speaking. And the only female voice I heard was speaking in Japanese, but the way it sounded, it is a very old dialect."

The school day came to an end, and everyone was preparing to leave for their after school activities.

"There's no other explanation," Izuku said to himself, "Those voices are from my ancestors from much farther back. But how am I now hearing their voices? And why do they keep saying the same thing?"

"Hey, Midoriya," a female classmate walked up to him as he packed his stuff, "I never got the chance to really thank you for tutoring me and my friends for our last test. You really helped us out."

"Oh, it's no problem at all," Izuku responded with a smile, "I'm glad I was able to help."

"Well," she said as she began walking away, "good luck with U.A., I think you got what it takes."

A smile found its way to his face with that remark and continued to pack his stuff. He reached for his notebook, but another hand beat him to it.

"Don't listen to that background character," a familiar voice said, "she doesn't know what she's talking about."

"What'cha got there, Bakugo?" one of his lackeys asked, smirking.

" "Hero Analysis For the Future: Volume 14"?", the other lackey said, looking at the notebook's cover as Katsuki skimmed its contents, "You sure put other hero fanboys to shame, Deku."

"Please give back my notebook, Kaachan." Izuku asked politely. He really wanted to go home and get to the bottom of his recent dreams.

Katsuki, however, let of an explosion without saying a single thing, ruining the condition of Izuku's notebook. Izuku could only let out a yell at his action; what he did was completely unnecessary.

Katsuki then tossed the notebook over his shoulder without a care; Izuku saw it heading for an open window and went to catch it before it went out. But the bomber placed a hand on Izuku's chest and pushed him back; Izuku could only watch as his notebook went through the window and down to wherever it landed.

"Listen, and listen well, Deku," Katsuki said, getting the greenhead's attention, "out of everyone in this no-name school, I'm the only one who is guaranteed to ascend to the highest ranks and be the greatest hero the world will ever know; and that's fact, not ego."

"It's definitely ego." Izuku could practically hear that thought from the two lackeys from their expressions.

"Kaachan," Izuku began; he has seen people with this same personality in his ancestors' memories, and they all had their lives ruined in the end because of it. He didn't want the same end to happen to the blond, no matter how bad he treated him and others.

"You're pathetic, you know," Katsuki cut in before Izuku could say more, "unlike you, I don't have to rely on the hard work my family did to succeed. My accomplishments are from my own talent while yours are from others; it sickens me when people take credit for others' work."

Seeing that Izuku couldn't think of something to say, he decided to leave him with some parting words.

"Let me give you some advice, Deku, in the name of our past friendship," he said smiling, he placed his hand on Izuku's shoulder and let out some smoke from that hand, "Don't even bother trying to be a hero, just cheer me on from the sidelines like everyone else as my make my way to the top. It's what's best for both of us."

Izuku's eyes widened at that; how could he say that with a smile?

The man dressed in a fancy teal overcoat with red buttons placed a hand on his shoulder as he finished his proposition with an arrogant smile. Without a moment's hesitation, he slapped the hand off his shoulder and backhanded the man's face; his matching tricorn hat and powdered wig fell off his head from the strike.

He has never heard something so preposterous.

"Holy shit!" one of Katsuki's lackey's exclaimed at what he just witnessed.

The students who have yet to leave the classroom were stunned and what just happened, which Izuku just realized.

Katsuki's head was turned to the side, eyes wide and smile gone as his cheek started to turn red and swell. His eyes narrowed and started gritting his teeth upon realizing what happened.

"DEKU!" He roared as he turned back to destroy the pathetic excuse of a human being who dared to even think of hitting him. But Izuku was no longer in the classroom; leaving when everyone was looking at Katsuki for his reaction.

Outside the school, Izuku quickly found his notebook in the fountain, grabbed it, and ran as fast as he could out of the school grounds.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?" Was the only thought on his mind as he made his escape.

Not wanting to risk having Katsuki find him, Izuku took a detour route from his usual walk home. His mind still reeling from the recent event.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked himself again, "That was a memory just then; a new one, and much farther back than four generations. Something is happening with my quirk; not only am I starting to reach farther back in my family tree, I'm beginning to physically recreate my ancestors movements."

Izuku started to get excited about the prospect of learning from new memories and now being able to apply his quirk both physically and mentally. But then he remembered what Katsuki said to him about his quirk. As much as he wanted to deny it, his former friend had a point.

Izuku was only able to get to where he was because of the memories of his predecessors. He didn't have to struggle as much in academics like his peers and he could usually find the solution to most of his problems right away. In fact, he sometimes feels like he's cheating in life because of it. And even if he didn't feel this way, is it enough for him to become a hero?"

With doubt now plaguing his mind, Izuku started looking back at his own memories for the answer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An excited 5 year old Izuku was bouncing in his chair with unrestrained excitement as his mom clicked on the video in the computer in front of him.

"My my, Izuku," Inko said to him lovingly, "You've seen this video so many times, I think you're responsible for at least half of its views."

The video played, showing the ruins of destroyed buildings as first responder tried to put out the fires and rescue any victims still trapped in the debris.

A booming, hearty laugh was then heard as a large figure came into view on top of the destruction. In his arms and back were all the remaining victims of the disaster, now safe from further harm.

This was the World's #1 Superhero and Symbol of Peace: All Might.

"Everything is going to be fine now!" the hero announced with a smile the never faltered, "Why? Because, I AM HERE!"

This video was All Might's debut as a Superhero, and no matter how many times Izuku has seen it, it never fails to ignite his spirit.

"All Might is so cool!" Izuku shouted in joy, raising an All Might action figure he had in his hand, "When I grow up, I want to be a great superhero, just like him!"

"Honestly, son," the doctor said with little empathy, "I think you should find a different dream."

Izuku was in a stunned silence, processing what the doctor just said. His All Might figure fell to the floor when his grip loosened.

"What?" Inko asked, just as stunned as he was, "But doctor, you said he has a quirk."

"I did, and a quite unusual one in his case." The doctor said as he looked over Izuku's medical file, "You're quirk is a form of telekinesis and your husband's is a form of pyrokinesis, correct?" he asked.

"That's correct." Inko said, demonstrating Attraction by using it to pick up Izuku's toy from the floor.

"Well, from what I'm able to gather, your son has an emitter-type quirk like his parents," the doctor began to explain, "However, instead of being a type of combination of his parents' quirks, he has developed something completely different. There's still a lot of things we still don't know about how quirks work, but it's safe to say that Izuku's quirk is the result of a mutation in his genetics."

"But that doesn't explain why he can't become a superhero." Inko reminded, becoming a little upset that he didn't give her the reason for what he said.

"It's because while most, if not all, quirks in this world affect the person in some physical way, your son's quirk only affects him mentally."he stated.

"I'm sorry to say this, kid," he addressed Izuku, "But even with your unique quirk, you are essentially quirkless in every physical sense. I don't think being a hero is a realisting pursuit for you."

"You don't sound sorry," Inko thought as she left the office, holding her son's hand in her own.

Izuku was once again watching All Might's debut on the computer; he really should be getting ready for bed, but he can help himself to watching the video one more time. However, seeing All Might smiling didn't seem to have the same impact for Izuku as it did before.

Inko opened the door to the room her son was in and saw him in front of the screen.

"Mom," Izuku turned to face her, and she saw so much doubt in his eyes, "can I become a hero like All Might?"

Inko didn't know what the right thing to say to him was; she wanted to say yes, but the doctor had a point. Being a Superhero is a very dangerous and life threatening duty; she wants to support her son to reach his dream, but she doesn't want her son getting himself killed in a crisis or a fight. She gave her only son a loving hug and said what she thought was best for him to hear.

"Izuku, you can be whatever you want to be."

Izuku returned his mother's embrace; he felt a bit better, but his question was not given a clear answer.

"Hey, dad," Izuku called to his father, Hisashi Midoriya, who was back home in Japan for a short break for his job overseas, "do you think I can be a hero like All Might?"

Hisashi knew he would hear that question from his son inevitably. His wife has already given him the full story of his son's quirk and what the doctor said. Like his wife, he is also conflicted on what to tell his son, but did his best to think of an answer that would help.

"That's a question only you can answer, son," he said, earning a confused look from Izuku, "I can't give an answer because the decision is ultimately yours, and yours alone, to make. You understand, my boy?"

Izuku nodded; he still didn't get a clear answer.

"I will say this, though," Hisashi said, getting his son's attention back, "if you do decide to become a superhero, do it for the right reasons and give it your all."

Izuku walked under an overpass as he continued looking back at his own memories. While he can't use his quirk to relive them, it did make his own memories photographic; something he realized at the age of 10.

Each memory Izuku looks back on, the result was the same; he didn't get a clear answer. People either wishing him luck, saying not to even bother, don't know, or don't care; but no one has ever clearly told him that he can or can't be a hero.

"Sorry, dad," Izuku let out a chuckle, remembering his dad's answer, "I just realized that I'm making others decide the answer instead of deciding myself; I shouldn't have done that."

"I really am pathetic," he sighed; "Kaachan was right, I rely too much on my family's experience instead of my own."

A metallic rattling sound suddenly reached his ears, breaking him away from his internal conflict. He turned to see the sound originating from a nearby manhole cover that was now shaking. Before Izuku could react, a large mass of thick, slime erupted from the manhole and engulfed him.

"A medium-sized body suit," the slime said, two yellow eyes and a mouth emerging from the mass, "you'll make a great cover for me to escape that blond brute." Slime then forced its way into Izuku's nose and mouth it the intent of suffocating him.

"This guy is a villain!" Izuku thought in a panic, beginning to lose oxygen as he struggled to escape.

"Just relax, kid," the slime said, moving his hace into Izuku's view, "let me take over, and everything will be alright; you'll be my hero if you do."

She struggled to get the heavy-set and heavily armored man off of her. She managed to free one arm and immediately struck her assaulter in his eye, the only area that wasn't armored. The man cried out in pain and immediately got off her.

"AAGH! YOU FUCKING BRAT!" the villain recoiled, releasing Izuku. He coughed out the remaining slime in his system as the villain continued to scream in agony.

"It happened again." Izuku thought, getting back into his lungs. He wanted to figure out what just happened, but began to run away from the villain instead. Before he could get far or call for help, he was slammed to the ground by a mass of slime and knocked unconscious.

"This bastard," the slime villain said as he recovered from the pain, he was now blind in one eye. He dragged Izuku back towards him, "Here I thought we'll be doing this the easy way; looks like it's the hard way then."

Suddenly, another manhole cover shot out of its place with a great force of wind; a large figure of a man shot out of the hole and directly to the villain.

"The only way you're going is to the city prison!" The figure said in a booming voice. The slime's one good eye widened, recognizing that voice anywhere.

"Why? Because I AM HERE!"

"Hey. Hey. Hey, kid. Wake up." a voice said as Izuku regained consciousness, he also felt repeated pats on his cheek. He sat up and rubbed the front of his head, he could feel a faint, throbbing pain from where he hit his head. He looked up to where the voice came from, his eyes widened at what he saw.

Standing in front of him, in all his grand and muscular glory, with a shining smile everyone knows is the Symbol of Peace.

"ALL MIGHT!?" Izuku shouted in disbelief, the hero that inspired his dream,as well as many others, was here in person.

"HA HA HA!" The hero let out his signature booming laugh, " Yes, my boy, IT IS I, ALL MIGHT! I'd like to thank you in helping me catch this slimy cur," he showed Izuku two, large soda bottles that he held in his hands; in them was the unconscious slime villain that attacked him, "I was chasing this man for pretty much the entire day, and you were able to hold him off here long enough for me to catch him; I'm impressed. I do apologize for not arriving sooner, he left quite a mark on you; forgive me."

Izuku could only look on in stunned silence; then a thought entered his head, bringing him back to reality.

"I have to get an autograph!" He looked around frantically for his notebook. He found it among his other stuff that fell off his backpack during the attack. He opened it to a blank page only to find that All Might already signed it. He, again, shouted in disbelief.

"Thank you All Might!" Izuku stood up and began rapidly bowing to his idol, "I'll treasure this for the rest of my life! It will be a family heirloom I'll pass down for generations!"

"Okay!" All Might said with a thumbs up, unaffected by Izuku's statement, "Well, time for me to go turn this fool in. Be sure you get your head checked out; farewell!" patting the large pockets of his cargo pants, where he placed the soda bottles. He then turned around and prepared to jump away.

"Wait, All Might!" Izuku called to his idol; he had to ask him an important question.

"I can't, kid; a hero's work is never done." All Might said and leaped away.

As he soared through the sky, he felt a lot heavier than he'd thought he'd be; he also felt something dragging behind his leg. He looked down and, to his utter surprise, saw Izuku holding onto him for dear life.

"What the-!" All Might exclaimed at the sight, "my boy, I'm impressed by your dedication, but this is too much; let go!"

"If I let go now, I'll fall to my death!" Izuku shouted, the wind hitting his face as they moved through the air.

"Oh, good point." All Might said.

All Might soon landed on the roof the closest building in his direction; adrenaline was still coursing through Izuku even after getting off of his idol.

"Kid," All Might said to the boy, who was still catching his breath, "if it was any other time, I'd be more than happy to have a cha- cough, cough"

"Shit!" All Might thought, blood came out of his mouth, steam started to engulf his form, "I ran out of time!"

Izuku was unaware of what was happening to the Symbol of Peace, his back was turned to him and he was in the middle of another internal conflict.

"What was I thinking?!" He yelled in his head, "I can't bother the #1 Superhero like that. But he could be the only person to give me a clear answer. Even if he can, it shouldn't matter; dad told me that the decision is mine alone to make. But that question has been plaguing my mind ever since I first asked it, no matter what his answer is, I can finally have a clear one."

"Okay, here I go," Izuku said as he took a deep breath, "All Might, can someone like me become a hero like you?"

He turned to face his idol, only to see large amounts of steam coming from where All Might was last standing. Once it dispersed, the hero was nowhere to be seen; in his place was a tall, lanky man with a thin, skeletal face looking back at him.

Seeing this, the American in Izuku's blood came out of his mouth.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"