This story will be dark and will contain: SUCIDE BAITING,SUCIDE ATTEMPTS,KILLING

But with that warning out of the way please enjoy.

A small kindergarten stands in the city's heart, a metropolis made of marble and glass. The starting point for hundreds of young children who will grow up to be part of the beautiful society that is the hero society.

Life in the hero society is better than it had ever been in humanity's existence, and problems were all left in the past.

Children have the privilege of living their childhood to their fullest without fear while also being given the education to become someone important as an adult.

Yet the city of glass holds a dark secret that many residents choose to ignore or abuse.

The weak are forbidden in this city.

-/-

The playground usually filled with children was left almost vacant as only four figures were still present. A little boy scrambling on the ground, weakened and scorched and his tormentors.

His begging fell on deaf ears as the children in front of him didn't see him as human enough to allow themself to feel mercy.

It was the unspoken law of the hero society that the strongest will always rule the weaker as they were destined to become heroes. The weak should be grateful they were protected by them every day.

This is why he was punished. Punish for something he wasn't born with, and even as tears spilled out of his eyes, the three boys didn't hesitate to punch, kick and burn him. The sadistic glee in their eyes and the mocking smirk would have been attributed to a villain in normal circumstances. Still, they had powers while he didn't, so it was fair in the eye of society.

It was the reality a 5-year-old shouldn't ever face, the truth that humans are not equal, and those born with power have the right to maneuver the rest of the bunch, and Izuku was part of that bunch.

He could try to run, but explosions are always faster.

He could try to fight, but the explosion hurt much worse.

"That's what you get for getting in my way DEKU."

The leader of the three sneered as his palm burned through the skin, leaving dark bruises on Izuku's body.

"It w-wasn't f-fair Ka-kacchan," the boy tried to explain himself, but his lower lip quivered in fear forcing him to stutter.

This seemed to infuriate the trio leader even more as he lunged at Izuku and lifted him by the neck, slowly cutting the airflow through his windpipe.

Of course, someone with an elite quirk like Kacchan would be infuriated when a weakling like Izuku would stand up to him when he was harassing other children for simply existing.

He was powerless to do anything as he struggled in vain. If any other 5-year-old in kindergarten had tried the same maneuvers, he could have easily escaped their hold.

But Kacchan was something else.

Just as his vision started to dizzy, a right hook hit him in the face and tossed him into the air. When he collided whit the ground, the burning, unfamiliar flow of adrenaline rushed to his body, alleviating some of the pain.

Still, his ears were bombarded by a harsh ringing leaving him utterly useless to any attack he couldn't see. Yet none came anymore, and the boy soon realized he was alone, which could only mean his tormentor got bored of him.

Thank heaven

Slowly he picked himself up, ignoring the blaring pain that shot up his spine. With each step Izuku took, his breathing became more labored, and the adrenaline that helped him deal with the pain was quickly running dry.

'He is a quirkless freak, and he should be thankful that the heroes didn't already liberate him from his pitiful life' a dark part of his brain spilled through his thoughts.

Shaking his head slightly, he cleared his mind and redirected himself to the only place he would call safe.

His home

As Izuku walked, he couldn't stop his mind from wondering. Wondering where it all went wrong. Things weren't like this months prior, as almost everyone was technically quirkless, and preschool was much more manageable. People didn't hate him, and he actually had some friends besides Kacchan. He was...happy. But of course, things couldn't remain like that, now could they?

And it was absolutely his fault. I mean, how naive he could have been to tell Kachhan that he was quirkless without thinking of the consequence.

After that, life became worse than anything he could have imagined.

Quirklesness was worse than a death sentence, and Izuku has yet to fully understand this life lesson.

So this is why his burning desire to prove them wrong grew stronger, to prove that Quirkless doesn't mean useless.

Izuku knew he wasn't thinking logically as the only way you can survive in the real world is by bowing to the strongest. Still, he promises to never kneel before this "hero" society. He will become something more than just a quirkless nobody. People like Kacchan, that are strong, loud, and perfect hero material, will have to see that he isn't pathetic.

"I am going to become a hero no matter the cost" His words echoed throughout the empty street, a statement against society only for him to hear.

However, Izuku will soon realize this society is far crueler than he imagined. Society has already written his fate. A fate where his only choice would be to crumble and die alone.

But despite all this, Izuku won't die.

Blood will be spilled, and death will follow him like a dark coat, and only when he sits on the throne above eternity and existence would they be satisfied.

Because they are the voice in his mind, and with their help

The Blood God will never die