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Izuku Midoriya was walking home from school on one of the worst days of his life, his mind reflecting on the events leading to his dull exterior.
His class found out about his application to U.A. High School, which led to his notebook being burned and drowned, his childhood best friend told him to kill himself, and he got attacked by a slime monster. He ended up being saved by All Might only to find out he wasn't who he thought he was.
Then the same man told Izuku the one thing he had never expected to hear from All Might, "I'm sorry. You can't be a hero without a Quirk."
Tears ran down his face as those words repeated themselves in his mind. He had heard those words before, from his friends, his teachers, his classmates, even his doctor.
He reached his apartment, walking in and heading straight to the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator and saw that his mother left him a note.
'Sorry, sweetie, working late tonight. Dinner is in the fridge. Love you.'
He crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash. Then he opened the refrigerator, pulled out his dinner of katsudon and rice and heated it up. He ate in silence.
He walked out of the kitchen and into his room, setting his backpack next to his desk. He sat down and pulled out his destroyed notebook, its pages charred and wet. He sighed heavily as he remembered the words his former friend had told him.
"Here's some advice, Deku," Bakugou said with an evil smile. "If you wanna be a hero so bad, take a swan dive off a roof and pray that you'll have a Quirk in your next life!"
Tears formed in Izuku's eyes. He felt weak, useless, and pathetic.
"The same words Kacchan calls me," he thought. "Maybe he's right. What's the point of trying to be a hero without a Quirk?"

He looked around his room. All he saw was All Might. Posters, figurines, even his bedsheets were plastered with All Might's face. It angered him.

"Why can't I be a hero without a Quirk?" He stood quickly, knocking his chair over. "Why," he said, his fists clenched. "Why can't I, huh?"

He walked over to a poster of All Might.

"Why can't I live out my dream, but everyone else can?!"

He ripped down the poster and tore it in half.

"Why??"

He went to another poster and did the same.

"WHY???"

He screamed "Why?" over and over as he tore his room apart, destroying everything that reminded him of All Might. The memories came to him again.

"You should find another profession." "You're never gonna be a hero."

"Quirkless loser!"
"Stupid Deku!"
"I'm sorry, but you can't be a hero without a Quirk."

Angry tears rolled down his face even when he finished, kneeling in the center of the destruction as if he were the eye of a hurricane. He sobbed heavily as every thought was cleared from his mind except for one, "They're right."
Two hours later, Izuku walked out of his apartment, carrying two large bags of trash.
"What am I gonna do now?" He thought as he threw them into the dumpster.
He looked up at the stars. They were twinkling, reminding of a song his mother sang when he was little.
"When you wish upon a star," she sang. "Makes no difference who you are,
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you…"
He continued to look at the stars and sighed.
"I don't know if this'll work, but here goes nothing," he said, shutting his eyes and clasping his hands together. "I wish I had a Quirk." He opened his eyes.
At that moment, one of the stars glowed a bright blue and seemed to get closer. Izuku focused on the bright light barreling toward him like a fired cannonball. Without thinking, Izuku dove for cover as the bright light careened to the ground, creating a small crater. Izuku got up and slowly made his way to the crater, peering inside. He saw a blue scarab beetle. He slowly reached for it and picked it up.
"Where did this come from?" Izuku thought, as he inspected the beetle. "It looks... extraterrestrial."
He looked around quickly, then looked back at the scarab and said, "Let me get a better look at you in my room."
Minutes later, Izuku was in his room, looking over the insectoid, which he had cleaned thoroughly.
"Ok, no damages," he mumbled. "But you don't seem to work. Are you supposed to work? You're too large to be a piece of jewelry, and you're not an actual insect. You do look like a piece of technology, but from where?"
He had questions and possible answers but he had no idea where to start.

"Ok, Izuku," he said. "It's late, you're tired. Let's just pick this up in the morning."

He set the scarab on his nightstand and went to bed.

Five minutes later, a blue light flickered from the scarab, then the light became steady as it bathed the entire room. The light became a more focused beam as it scanned the room for danger, until it fell on Izuku. The scarab scanned the green-haired boy for 10 seconds then the light turned off.

The next morning, Izuku rose out of bed. It was Saturday, so he knew his mom was working a double shift, leaving the house to himself. He looked at his nightstand and found that the Scarab beetle was gone. He reached for the nightstand and got an even bigger surprise. His arm was black and blue but it wasn't bruised.

"What the heck," he said. "What happened to my…"

He then looked down at the rest of his body, which was also black and blue. He ran to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His jaw dropped in shock. His face was black, his eyes red, and his hair was completely gone. His chest was blue with the insignia of a scarab beetle and there were antennae on his shoulders.

"Woah," he said. "What is this? What happened to me?"

[I did.]

Izuku frantically looked around in fear. "Who said that!?"

[I did.]

Izuku stopped looking and said, "Are you in my head?"

[Yes.] The voice sounded robotic.

"Ok," Izuku thought to himself. "My skin has changed, my hair is gone, and I'm hearing a voice in my head. Either this is a Quirk or a really bad dream."

[I'm gonna go with Quirk.]

"You can read my thoughts?!"

[No, I'm reading the thoughts of the kid behind you.]

"Ok, ok," Izuku said, annoyed at the comment.

"So I do have a Quirk? What can I do?"

[I'll explain later. First, you gotta answer a question for me. Who is this Bakugou and when can we hurt him?]

Izuku's eyes widened. "No, we're not hurting Kacchan. Wait, how do you know about Bakugou?"

[I've had access to your memory for the last eleven hours. Also, why not? He's hurt you for the last ten years. You don't want payback?]
Izuku thought about it. He wanted Bakugou to feel how he felt. Every insult, every bruise. Then he remembered the events from yesterday and hung his head in sorrow.
[Izuku, I'm sorry for what happened to you. But now, you have the chance to fight back. You've spent your entire life taking everybody's shit because you were Quirkless. Now you can prove them all wrong.]
Izuku sniffled then looked up at the mirror, realizing he was back to normal. Messy green hair, green eyes, and freckles reflected back at him.
"Why are you helping me," Izuku said, softly. "I don't know who you are."
He felt something on his back. He turned around and looked back at the mirror to see the scarab beetle resting on his back. He gasped.
"Wait," Izuku said as things began to click into place. "You?"
[Yes. My name is Khaji Da, and I am from a universe formerly known as the Reach. I am a weapon which was to be used in intergalactic warfare. But I came to Earth and crash landed in front of my former partner, Jaime Reyes.]
Izuku gasped in recognition. "The original Blue Beetle!"
[Yes] the scarab said. [Unfortunately, he sacrificed his life to destroy the Reach. That was an Earth month ago.]
"I'm so sorry," Izuku said.
[It's ok, you didn't know. Only a select few know. I was returned to space after the funeral but I realized the effect Jaime left on me. I wanted to save the world just like him. Just like you.]
Izuku smiled. "So you came back to Earth to find me."
[I came to find someone like Jaime. I just happened to crash land in front of you.] Izuku's smile faltered.
[But don't worry. I like you and I want to help you. The U.A. Entrance Exam is coming in ten months, right?]
"Yeah," Izuku replied. "I'm not taking the exam."
[And why is that?]
"Because they're right about me," Izuku said, frustrated. "No one thinks I can be a hero because I don't have a Quirk! What's the point of taking a test that's gonna let everyone know they were right? I'm just as useless as Kacchan says I am."
The scarab was silent for a moment. Then it said, [Ok, first of all, we're not calling him Kacchan ever again. That guy is not your friend. Second of all, stop worrying about what other people think about you. The only thing that matters is your belief in yourself. Do you think you can be a hero?]

Izuku was silent as he pondered every insult, beat down, and reminder of his lack of Quirk. He was tired of it all and it was time for something new.

"No," he said with confidence. "I believe that I will be a hero."

[That's what I'm talking about!]

"Wait, what do I call you?"

[Again, my name is Khaji Da, but you can call me Scarab.]

"Scarab," the teen replied. "Thank you, Scarab. Now, where do we start?"

Madhouse vibes forever.