Wednesdays were almost never good days for him it seemed. Was the day he was born, was the day he went to the doctor and found out that he was quirkless, was the day Kacchan started to hate him, was the day his mother started to change, was the day his father started working overseas, was the day he started to clean the beach and found the necklace, was the day he asked his mother how to clean the necklace and start to build up their relationship again. It was always Wednesday, like today when the teacher entered with a bunch of papers in hand.

Izuku started to curve in on himself like a ball in his chair, he quickly understands what's happening and wants to run away, but he stays curved for now while he listens to the teacher talking about their dream school and career on the paper we needed to fill in last year.

"You are in your third year, it is time for you to choose your future school and what you want to do. It is a serious thing." His voice is low, almost tired and lazy. "But I am not a fool, I know everyone here wants to be a hero." A smug smile appeared, and the boy could feel the joy of a sadist in his tone.

The class got noisy in an instant, the crack sound of rock beating another rock, the noise of air going crazy, and the distinct sound of an eye going out the skull. His class explodes, showing off their Quirks.

"I know, I know. You guys have beautiful quirks, and I can see you all being future heroes with those powers." Curving on himself even more and lowering his hand the teacher's eyes shone with joy after seeing his green hair and with excitement in his voice spoke up.

In a minute everything was noisy with quirk use, but an explosion made everyone quiet. The lack of sound quickly filled the room like a king entering his kingdom, just the sound of shoes on the floor was heard and enough for everyone to focus on its source.

"Don't compare me to these extras! I am the only one here who will be a hero, I'll even be the one who will surpass All Might." A confident voice fills all the space to make "The King's" presence obvious. "I did the practice exams for U.A. and passed them all with an A, I will be the only one from this thrash heap to go to the best hero school in this fucking country!" Murmurs exploded after this speech, some envious of the blonde, some in shock, and others just saying it's natural, 'it's Kachan after all' the green-haired boy thinks while sinking down into his seat subconsciously.

"Oh, Midoriya said he wants to go there too. The only school on his paper." In that moment, a voice that tried its best to sound as if it had no interest in what it was saying, caught the attention of everyone in the room.

A big sound in synchrony of laughter makes it like a symphony of hell overwhelming Izuku's senses, and he tries all the way to curve more, his hands in front of my face he knows what will happen.

"What the fuck are you saying, Nerd!" And then a big sound that made his ears ring as he fell to the floor. He tries to get out of there, but the wall stops him, and he tries to curve in on himself more to hopefully be in a more favorable position.

"They don't have a rule that blocks me from doing it, so I like to at least try to go there." He stutters out without knowing, looking very different from the blond in front of him, who looks at him with burning red eyes and a grave voice, the boy looks like a bunny trying to escape a fox in comparison. The 'it's the closest school that takes quirkless applications' goes unsaid.

"Are you trying to fool me? You are just a quirkless shit! Don't look down on me!" The big firework-like explosions that came from his hands made the boy's heart begin racing even faster to prepare to run or to erase more of the pain going from these explosions.

All the faces of his classmates seemed like demons and in front of him stood the devil himself in his personal space. The blonde boy he tried to call his friend is the same one who looked like a giant that he couldn't even compare himself to.

"Sorry…" he said automatically, in a tone so small that nobody heard. It was expected from him at that point. They expected that the supposed freak classmate would be the punchline of all the jokes and get all the hate from the most powerful one. It was just natural that he would fail in that test and Kacchan would pass, only a natural thing that would make them laugh. And so the teacher coughs with a small smirk on his face.

"Let's finish the playtime, the class did not end just yet." The people slowly stop laughing and start to sit down again. 'It could be worse.' He thinks to himself, luckily not muttering for once.

"We are not finished, Deku." And that sentence, so small, gives him shivers. He can hear his heart in his ears… 'I need to run out of this place.'

And as soon as the class ended, Izuku ran, as expected of the coward he is. He ran quite far, in fact, so much so that he didn't hear the voice call out to him as he ran over a sewer grate to only be stopped suddenly. At first, he thought it was a panic attack, but then he saw the gray goo and heard the voice call out. "Well kid, it seems you're my hero today." Izuku started to panic, he can feel the cold goo catching in his skin and clothes, the violating feeling of something trying to enter his body, forcing in Izuku's body.

He could just cry and feel a little bit of happiness to be himself suffering from it and not his mother. "It will just take a few seconds, relax you crybaby." With those words he never felt so dirty in his life, but his mind could not stop thinking about other things, trying not to think in that sensation. 'At least anyone from school won't be blamed for my death' He thinks before getting too overwhelmed by the sensation in his skin and mouth.

He was mad at himself for running away, not only was that not what a hero did, but he was going to die because of it, abused by not fighting his bu… 'No, do not enter there!'. He tried all he could to escape that prison and thoughts, but couldn't get out, just as expected, he would die and become just another number in statistics.

Crying tears of despair and hopelessness he tried one last time begging for help and then the last thing he remembered before his vision went black was a large figure running at him and a booming voice going TEXAS… SMASH….

He actually didn't feel that much pain at first actually, and when he opened his eyes automatically he started to puke. His lungs felt like they were full of flames as he tried to breathe, he felt a hand on his back and what seemed to be a voice, but that made everything worse the sensation from the goo and the villain's laugh came back to him so he immediately tried to escape the hands that had reached out to him. A wall make it difficult and at that moment he felt like he was dying.

He almost died, what if he was dead, what would his mother do? Kachan? His father? The owner of the necklace? Who will clean the beach? Why can't he breathe? 'Why can't I breathe.'

"Calm down, young boy." A huge and grave voice set him back to earth again, and he finally can feel his lungs, but his skin still feels dirty 'I am dirty, I need to clean it, take it out, take it out, why can I breathe?!' "Breathe slowly boy." He tried to breathe in and out, but as if they were years, his tears did not stop coming. The feeling of that thing was embedded in him "Here, boy, drink something." He just saw the bottle of water, his vision blurry from the tears, he didn't think of just drinking.

He still feels the mud in his tongue, his heart raising and his hand grabs the necklace, the cold silver in his hand says he is alive, he is alive. That just made him cry more. He was alive, is alive. He is alive.

"Sorry for letting him get to you, I think I was a bit careless with this one." He did a little chuckle with that statement. "But hey, I autographed your notebook for ya. Sorry for being so fast, but I need to go, the police will be here in no time." He told the boy.

Izuku could not think when he realized it was his idol that had saved him, the hulking man would give him his back and would jump. Again it could be because of the shock or his lack of self-control or his overall curiosity, or a mix of all three, he ended up grabbing his backpack as he began to hug the man's leg for dear life while he jumped into the air.

He needed the man to answer that burning question that everyone else in his life had said no to, in hopes that the number one hero would tell him differently, 'And forget the memory of the failed attempt on his life.'

"Hey kid, you might want to let go" He put his hand on the boy, he felt his scar aching strong, he didn't have time!

"Uh… we're k-k-kinda high up sir" 'Oh yeah, maybe he shouldn't let go.' All Might thought as he started to look out for roofs they could land on before he found a good enough one.

"I will let you on the roof of an apartment, just go down the stairs and call an ambulance, you almost died, kid." He sat himself down on the top of a building and let the boy down, but the same boy grabbed his shirt.

"A-All… All" Izuku tried to say, but it was huge, it's a single chance, he needed to know! He really needed to know… But he couldn't find the strength to say it out loud in front of his idol.

"Spit it out my boy" He knows the boy, he almost could sense the question he would ask, All Might try harder not to turn into Toshinori just yet. 'I don't have the time.' he thinks as he starts to sweat cold and gulp blood.

"Al-All Might Sir, what I am trying to say is, can I be a hero without a quirk?" When he spilled those words, he felt like his heart was being taken out of his chest and given to the man, the hero, in front of him. He just waited and nervously grabbed onto the necklace that made his hand turn white as snow for a second that felt like an hour.

All Might clenched his fist and tried his best to keep himself firm. He saw the kid on the beach, the same kid he talked to almost every day, and he is the same person who wrote a lot of good ideas even at an amateur level. Hell, a few of his entries were better than some pro analysts he had run into over the years.

"Kid, do you think the heroes are unbreakable?" This question makes the boy freeze. "Even with all my power, I ended up having numerous scars." He turns his back again and smoke starts to appear. "To answer your question, I do not think you can. If a hero as great as me can have scars and almost die-" The kid paled at the thought of All Might dying "-then it would be impossible for someone to be a hero without any sort of power." The man continues to fight his fight, but he needs to save this kid too. Even he could tell that he made the boy's heart sink. "However." All Might be continued. "Defying the impossible is the essence of being a hero, they expected that little from you, so keep trying, kid. I read some of that book of yours before I signed it, you seem pretty talented at it, so maybe focus on it a bit and maybe make it your power." He gave a last smile to the boy. "Continue to try and be a hero kid, a man is watching to see what you become." And then he jumped and left a boy who didn't know how to feel.

He just cannot stay there for too long, the feeling in his skin is too much to him, the sensations, the laughing still echoed in his ears.

And… All Might… Who is he talking about?