It all started in Qingqing, China. A baby was born, shining like a beacon. A herald, of what was to come. An age of heroes, villains, and the supernatural.

How appropriate then, that the Age of Quirks would end where it all began. And by the hand of a child, neither shining, nor supernatural."

- HEROES AND VILLAINS: MEMOIRS OF THE LAST GENERATION, by Fumikage Tokoyami

MAY 4TH, 2290,

Kuat Corporate Complex

Qing Qing, China

"Ughh, come on Izuuu! I'm so tired of waiting!" cried the feline eyed blonde. while twirling a strand of her hair, which was tied into two neat buns on either side of her head.

"You have no patience at all, do you?" Izuku Midoriya muttered quietly. Aloud, he said, "Don't worry, Toga. They are probably already here!"

"Oh, so it seems." added a lavender haired boy, as he watched a screen displaying the scene outside the Kuat Corporation's headquarters.

A radio beeped in Izuku's ear, audible to everyone. Izuku quietly tapped it twice, putting it on speaker mode, so everyone in the room could hear him.

"What's it look like outside?" asked the raspy voice of Shigaraki Tomura. It caused everyone to flinch, despite the fact that the League Of Villains were currently their allies.

"The opposing team has arrived." replied Izuku, chuckling as he used Shigaraki's own video game-esque language. Tomura laughed as well. "Good!" he said, his voice now deep. "And the device? Is it ready yet?"

Everyone in the room stiffened, and glanced at the 'device'. "Soon." Izuku said.

"Make it quick, you hear? The enemy has too many legendary characters. We cannot delay them for long!"

"Just delay them for a short time. It won't be much longer than an hour at most. Good luck, Shigaraki. And goodbye too."

Shigaraki scoffed. "Don't you dare say that, Lucifer. We shall see each other again. In the new world!"

Izuku nodded sadly. "I hope we shall."

Seventeen years ago...

The sky was heavy and overcast. Rain fell in sheets against a six year old boy, as he ran, his blank white tshirt and grey shorts soaked. His bushy, forest green hair was heavy against his head, falling slightly over his face like a wet curtain. His emerald eyes were like the road before him, full of water. Only it was a salty and stinging kind of water. A kind produced by horrific pain and endless despair.

Behind him, he could hear the yelling of the Mother. Why she called herself that, he never knew or cared to find out. But she was the one he was running from. The one who had made his life a living hell ever since he had come to her as just another orphan for her institution to take in. With one key difference.

He was quirkless.

Mother, as she had made it a rule to call her that, had been nice to him for the first few days or so. After all, the social workers who had found him lying in the street within an alley wanted to make sure he was alright. And for the first few days, at least, he felt content.

But the social workers eventually stopped coming. And the torture began.

Mother became harsh, and those who had acted as friends to him became his tormentors. And Mother herself encouraged their actions. "Look at him. He is quirkless. He is a freak!" she would tell whenever a new child came in. They looked at him with disgust and hatred the moment she said that. If they tried to side with him, they were mercilessly punished until they hated him for being the cause of their suffering.

Everyone avoided him like the plague itself. And his tormentors did unspeakable things to him. They spat on him until he was sticky and smelt horrible, they kicked him until every inch of his body hurt unbearably. He would come back from classes where he wasn't ever paid attention to by the teachers, to find his clothes torn, or defaced by humiliating words or drawings. His floors were often wet with water, and sometimes even..other things. His bed sheets were sometimes stolen, leaving him to shiver in his room at night.

He had snapped at Mother finally, and had called her words no six year old should ever have known.

The sixty year old woman, with grey hair pulled severely back in a bun, and a bit on the portly side, had stared at him for some time. Then she had grabbed his arm, and took him over to her office, a dark look in her eyes.

That day, he had screamed until his throat was raw,..and then some.

Why? He cried internally, as he ran, his legs burning as they hit against the road like pistons, splashing water around them. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?!

Nothing. His mind told him. You are suffering simply because you exist. Nothing more, nothing less.

That's wrong! He thought angrily.

It is. But what will you do about it?

I...I..nothing. A hero will come! A hero will save me!

His mind remained silent at that. And slowly, he began to believe it more and more. Yes, the heroes would come to save him! After all, that was what they did! They saved those who couldn't save themselves! They fought people like Mother, and brought justice to monsters like her!

As he ran, he saw someone following him from the rooftops. Someone who had a cape, billowing behind his lean, muscular figure. His heart nearly stopped. A hero! He thought, happily. "Sir! Sir! Help!" he cried, as he ran.

The figure paid no notice, instead choosing to keep moving ahead. Then he suddenly jumped from the roof, flying towards him. As he came into view, sporting a skintight costume with a stylized C and a star within the curve of the C, as well as a pair of sunglasses on his head, he realized who he was looking at.

Christopher Skyline, otherwise known as Captain Celebrity. The man sported his All Might -esque winning smile as always, though it had nowhere near the effect that Number One pro hero's smile could exert.

"Hello, child young! Where think do you going?" he asked, in laughably broken Japanese, as he landed with a tuck-and-roll, before standing up, his arms outstretched.

The greenette stumbled a bit, before finally slamming into his legs, shaking like a leaf. "H-h-h-help..." he managed to stammer, while the pro hero gazed forward into the street, apparently waiting for someone.

"Damn it, Lonzo! I need a new cameraman..." the hero swore under his breath after a minute. He hadn't meant for the child to hear it, but the greenette's ears were sharp enough that they caught the words, and the implication behind them. Captain Celebrity couldn't have cared less about who the child grabbing onto him so desperately was. What was the point of doing a heroic deed if no one was around to see it?

Izuku didn't care though. He just wanted someone, anyone, to take him away. To save him from this life of misery.

To be a hero for him.

Present day

Looking back on it, Izuku Midoriya decided that it was that simple phrase, 'I need a new cameraman...', that was the kickstarter.

A kick starter to a series of dominoes, each bigger and more complex, all culminating towards him sitting on a velvet couch alongside his adopted family, talking and laughing with each other in their lavish penthouse, constructed at the very top of the KCC, while beneath them, a storm began to gather.

Now I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't start another story when I still have two others to complete. Don't worry. A Lost Pack will continue to be updated, and as for Q-uirky, well, I'm kind of trying to figure out just how it will continue forward. Having such a seriously OP character as a half human, half Q in a story seriously messes it up, so I am forced to go slow with it.

In the meantime, enjoy this one!

Cheers,

SpectreOfMars