My name is Izuku Midoriya, and I'm quirkless. I have no powers or anything, which is the worst thing in the world I'm from. In a world filled with superpowers and heroes I'm completely normal. I learned a hard truth in line of this; not all men are created equal nor are they treated equally. I learned this when I became my best friend Bakugou's quirk test dummy. He was beating another kid up and I stood between them.

"Stop Kacchan, you're hurting him. Is that what a hero would do?" I asked, standing between the two of them.

"Shut up, you can't even hold a candle to me. You're quirkless which means you're useless," Bakugou said. "Want to know what, you can spell your name as Deku meaning useless, a fitting name for you."

And thus the beginning of my childhood trauma. From that day on I was physically, menataly, and emotionally beaten, torn down, and bullied in every way possible by everyone at school and the park. My father left my mother because I was quirkless, my mom worked everyday from before when I would wake up till just before dinner. Little did I know that this would be the day everything changed, for better or worse from three events. The first was during school.

"Now, I'm supposed to hand out these career papers, but you all want to be heroes don't you?" the teacher said, throwing the papers into the air. Everyone in the class started using their quirks to just show them off.

"Don't toss me in the same group as these losers teach," Bakugou said. "I'm way better than any of these extras."

"Ah, Bakugou, you're planning on going to UA," the teacher said.

"Yeah, I passed all the test exams," Bakugou said.

"If I'm correct Midoriya is also planning on going to UA," the teacher said, smirking at me.

"Deku? How the fuck do you think you can get in? You're worse than all these other extras because they have quirks," Bakugou sneered, slamming his hand on my desk with an explosion.

The rest of the day went by til it was only me in the room, or so I thought.

"What the fuck is this?" Bakugou yelled, grabbing my notebook.

"Kacchan, give it b-back please," I said.

"Hero notes? Hah, you think you can still be a hero with notes like these? What do I have to do to get it through your thick skull?" he asked, slamming his hands together blowing up my notebook. "You can never be a hero, not by being quirkless, but there is a small chance. Wish for a quirk in your next life, then take a swan dive off the roof," he laughed, walking out of the room with his goons behind him.

The second event happened on my way home. I got attacked by a villain, but was saved by All Might, and I finally got to ask the question I swore I would always ask if I met him.

"Can I be a hero without a quirk?" I asked him after he explained his deflated form.

"I'm sorry young man, but without a quirk I can not safely give you the go to be a hero," All Might said before walking off.

Then the third event, the one that happened at my home, and truly changed my life forever.

I walked up the stairs and made my way to our apartment and noticed that the door was open and I had gotten home late, meaning my mom had probably downed a bottle. I walked in and the stench of alcohol and something else hit my nose. I made my way to the light switch to find the power was off. I took my shoes off and stepped into a liquid. It was warm so I assumed it was on the floor for a bit, then I noticed it was slightly sticky. I took my phone out and turned the flashlight on. I looked down to see red liquid. I immediately knew it was blood. I went through the house and found my mom against the wall on the floor. A bottle in her hand, and her head by her lap.

I fell and felt my mind shatter as I saw six colors in the darkness.

AN-

So, this is a really short first chapter for me. This is just the beginning, the name of this fic might change at some point.