Children's Park, Musutafu

Izuku Midoriya was not having a great day.

No. It would indeed be more accurate to say that he was having a horrible day.

Or even better to say, he was having the worst day of his short four-year-old life. Yes, that seems about right.

Now before anyone writes that statement off as purely childish hyperbole, let's take a few different factors into consideration and add a bit of background.

First, the year is 20XX. 80% of the population has developed a unique ability or trait ubiquitously referred to as a "quirk". These quirks can range from super strength, to flight, to telekinesis, and even the ability to see the future. Yes, quirks truly were the end-all, be-all in such an age.

This brings us to the second factor, not everyone is born with a quirk. As stated before, 80% of the population possesses a quirk.

The other 20% are considered quirkless, including Izuku Midoriya.

It wasn't fun being quirkless. Those with quirks didn't particularly enjoy your company, and more-likely-than-not would use their quirk to set you on fire than piss it out.

Now factor three, public use of quirks is forbidden. As such, someone who would set a quirkless person on fire would be labelled as a villain. Now anyone who's read a comic book before knows that the only way to stop a villain is to employ the help of a hero. Which led to the birth of a major industry called Pro Hero Work. Just about anybody with a strong enough quirk could become a pro hero, but only the best and brightest could hope to be truly successful in such a competitive industry. And only the strongest could hope to top it, as the Symbol of Hope.

Unfortunately, being quirkless automatically disqualified you from this competition, the lack of such a commonly unique trait being seen as disability in the eyes of the majority. In poor young Midoriya's case, his desire to still become a hero made others see him as pitiable and delusional. Evidence of this mindset need not be found further than in the actions of Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku's old "friend" and his most consistent tormentor.

This now rounds out the factors and brings us to our present situation. Katsuki Bakugou was popular, he was also not quirkless. Furthest thing from it, in fact.

Bakugou was blessed with a powerful quirk. A quirk that, with enough training and discipline, could see him becoming a top hero, one day.

Alas, on this particular day, the young boy was not acting particularly heroic. He and his friends(read: followers) had been attacking another boy in the park. Most bystanders had simply taken this as a group of young boys playing Heroes and Villains, a game most children were wont to play outside, and went about their business.

Izuku, however, was no such bystander.

After all, what game of Heroes and Villains ended in the "Villian" crying their eyes out while the "Heroes" wailed on them? He'd been on the receiving end of enough of those blows to know just how hard Katsuki and his friends were hitting the boy and he ran in to try to help. After all, what kind of hero would he be if he just ignored someone in trouble?

His actions were indeed heroic, he ran in between the perpetrators and their victim and stood fast. His body was shaking like a leaf and his voice trembled as he told the boys to stop what they were doing, but even still he stood straight and kept his eyes forward.

In a fair world, that would have been the end of it. This was not a fair world.

Instead, the boys redirected their attention from the other boy that they were roughing up and turned their attention to the quirkless punching bag, known as Izuku Midoriya.

And so, here we come to see young Izuku beaten, bruised, and bawling on the ground. The boy he had saved was nowhere to be found, likely having taken off during his savior's beatdown.

Yes, it truly was the worst day of his life.

In another timeline, this would be the point where Izuku Midoriya came to the conclusion that all men are not created equal.

In that other timeline, he would remain quirkless and unacknowledged for another decade.

In that other timeline, he would face hardship after hardship and break himself repeatedly for the sake of others, before he could finally be recognized the world's greatest hero.

Yes, but none of that matters here.

Because in that other timeline, Izuku Midoriya never met Goro Majima.

Goro Majima was having a fine day.

No. It'd be more accurate to say he was having a fucking great day.

Or even better, he was having one of the best days of his long 40-year-old life.

I suppose it'd be best to provide some context for this great mood that Majima happens to be in.

First, he was Goro Goddamn Majima. Life looked pretty shitty for him a while back, he looked pretty shitty too as a result. But nowadays, as president of Majima Construction, he was living his best life. His boys did some pretty great work, of course due to his gentle(read: harsh) touch and firm(read: violent) guidance. They had actually just closed an exclusive contract with the Yaoyorozu family for some great metalworking materials so that they could get started on a few "special" projects for U.A. High. Some kind of special "situation training" building and a few news arenas for battle training. Nothing too difficult for his specially trained( learned everything they know on the internet under threat savage beating) boys.

Second, he didn't have to put up with any of the bullshit that actually went into building these projects. His boys would go and do it all on their own, only calling him if there was a real emergency. So he had a ton of time to just dick around and have a good time. Nothing better than a bit of time to waste, in his opinion.

Third, he had a family. Not a wife and child. Hell, not even blood-related. But, a family nonetheless.

A kindhearted (if sometimes dense)younger brother, a beautiful sister-in-law, and an adorable little nephew. The lattermost of which he was on his way to grab from the park so they could spend some time together, at the behest of the boy's mother.

It had been a full two years since he had last seen his little Izu-chan, and it was taking all he had to not start sprinting full speed into the park to scoop the young boy into his arms.

He had to stay composed after all. Izu-chan didn't need to see him go Mad Dog out of nowhere.

He was already certain some people would start giving him suspicious, purely by virtue of only having one eye… and no shirt, but that's not important.

No sooner had he arrived at the entrance to the park, did he begin to hear a child sobbing. Clearly they must've quite upset or hurt.

Well, sucked to be them, hopefully their parents took care of that, he had his own toddler to find and look after.

Now, where would Izu-chan be?

Spying with his one eye and attempting to ignore the rudely, loud, sobbing child, he looked for an untameable mop of curly green hair atop a tiny, obviously better behaved, much more appealing child who happened to be related to him.

Well, that's weird. Where're all the other kids?

He hoped he had gotten the right park, he couldn't stand the thought of having to go and explain to Izu-chan that his shitty sense of direction had led him to the wrong place and that's why he was late.

(It seemed that, in his excitement, he had forgotten that him picking up Izuku was meant to be a surprise.)

Well, might as well ask that brat over there if he's seen him... and maybe see what's botherin' him.

Walking towards the sobbing he heard, he called out to the child.

"Yo, kid! Can I ask ya somethin' right quick?"

The sobbing quickly stopped as a surprised squeak reached the ears of the nearly middle-aged cyclops.

Great, now I freaked him out. It'll probably take hours to get him talkin'… now.

Before he could even finish the thought, he noticed a few things.

A mop of unruly green hair. Bright green eyes, shimmering with unshed tears. Tear-Stained cheeks with four freckles forming a diamond on each side.

This child… was Izu-chan.

And Goro Majima, for the first time in his life, was going to kill someone.