Izuku wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. The Bakugous were a lot different from his mother, they were loud, they cursed a lot and of course they argued a lot. Mitsuki and Masaru were really nice to him, they tried to be gentle considering his situation ( Masaru more than Mitsuki, that woman was a firecracker) and they consoled him when a certain memory reemerged or when he had a case of panic attack. Although this seemed an ideal situation for him, it really wasn't, for if Mitsuki was a firecracker in his presence, her son, Katsuki Bakugou was a raging volcano whenever they met each other.

Of course living with Katsuki was going to be difficult, living with your childhood bully wasn't an easy deal for anyone. When his parents weren't in their near vicinity, Katsuki's temper and cruelty would take over. Insults, slurs, even physical abuse was permitted outside of the house, "just having some fun" or "our friends were a little rough sometimes", that was the blond's excuse whenever his parents asked why Izuku came home with a few scratches and cuts.

Sometimes he would hear the Bakugous complain about him, in secret, and in those moments his fears and anger would come out. "How could Inko live with him, the neighbors won't stop complaining about a parasite living with us, we are losing all of our good connections" said one day Mitsuki. Masaru didn't defend him. The comments that hurt the most were uttered by Katsuki. How weak he was, how it was all his fault, how lucky Inko was to have finally escaped the burden of rising Izuku. How could they say these things? How do they expect him to help, he was only 14, against a grown adult.

It was maddening, living in a house where they tried to help and the next minute you were a victim of abuse, Izuku was sure that if he spent more time here, he would go crazy. So he planned to run away from it all, live on the street if it was needed, everything to escape. Everything to survive.

Running away is surprisingly easy when nobody truly cares about you, and he really had only a few things to carry so it wasn't difficult to choose which objects he would take with him. Luckily for Izuku, the Bakugous were heavy sleepers, not that it wouldn't have been a problem if they weren't, Izuku was light on his feet, and having the need to escape his bullies helped him hide in the shadows. He used the backyard as an escape route, then he would venture into the city. Of course he knew it would be even more difficult from now on, but he promised his mother. He will survive.

(Time Skip)

Life was a bitch sometimes, and Izuku knew that already, being quirkless in a society of superpowered assholes he learned the lesson. But life as a quirkless homeless person? Brutal. People looking at you as if you were a disease, gangs, murderers, drug dealers and even other homeless people. Izuku fought tooth and nail to get food and other essentials ; he managed to find a bat at Takoba Municipal Beach Park, although calling it a park was a compliment. He was able to use some of the discarded trash people threw away to make himself armor to protect him. He also made throwable weapons in case he needed a distraction, of course it was all trash so it wasn't in the best conditions but is better than nothing.

It was a night like any other, Izuku managed to defend his "home" from another attack, he even sabotaged a few drug exchange and mug attempts, so overall it was a good night really. He was ready to go to sleep when he suddenly heard voices screaming and a loud bang in the air. He didn't want to leave his place but someone needed help. After turning a few corners he found the origin of the scream, two men arguing and a woman lying on the ground. He hoped she was unconscious, but judging from the pool of blood she was not. Izuku tried to get closer without being seen or heard so that he could listen to the conversation. "Why didn't you show up when i gave the signal dammit, now we have a dead corpse and no fucking money!?" said one of the men. He was wearing a typical mugger look, a balaclava, a black jacket, heavy cargo pants and a pair of gloves. The other made Izuku's blood run cold. He was a Hero or at least dressed as a hero. " I panicked, I didn't think she would defend herself!? Fuck, this was supposed to be an easy score, get the money and bring the girl to bed. What are we gonna do now?!". Izuku now understood what they wanted to do.

They wanted to fake an attack while the other one masked as a hero would help the civilian, get their money, and other services along the way.

He couldn't stand this, he wouldn't stand this, that innocent woman died because of two rotten bastards. It was his duty now to avenge her. To avenge those who have been wronged by these two vermin, he didn't care if he was weaker than them. He will survive.

Izuku stepped out of his hiding place alerting the two of his presence.

"Who the hell are you kid?" said the mugger.

"it doesn't matter who i am, the only thing that matters is that i am going to avenge that innocent woman"

"Oh really? Dressed like that? Halloween has not yet arrived brat, and besides, what does it matter, that cunt had a pathetic quirk anyways, she wasn't that useful" said the Hero with a mocking tone.

Izuku didn't respond to that, it didn't deserve an answer. He needed to be careful, he didn't know their quirks, he couldn't come up with a strategy. He needed to provoke them in some way. He took out his throwing weapons, if there was something he learned from the streets, it was that any person here didn't have patience, everything can be annoying. He started to throw some in their direction before suddenly sprinting to deal some quick damage.

The mugger was the first one to lose his temper.

"That's it! The brat dies!" yelled the mugger before pointing his index finger to Izuku. His finger had a hole now and Izuku realized where the bang came from.

Bang.

The bullet traveled fast but Izuku managed to dodge it, although he felt a sudden pain in his left leg. The bullet grazed him. It hurt but it didn't stop him completely. He focused, and dashed against the mugger but he felt something on his right, strong and massive, like a train or a wrecking ball. He flew against a wall falling on the ground, But he didn't give himself time to rest and stood up. The fake Hero. He wasn't scrawny before, but now he looked like a bodybuilder, his veins bulging on both his arms,he looked taller than before, a cruel smirk on his face. A strength quirk? No, it was different. He had cuts and a knife stuck on his right leg. That's it, every time he feels pain, he becomes stronger.

That was when the reality of his situation came crashing down on him, two murders were walking towards him and he coudn't do anything, he felt intense pain, he was pretty sure his arm was broked and maybe a few ribs even. He couldn't do it. He was weak. Pathetic.

Izuku was ready to accept his fate, but destiny had something else coming.

A whistling sound rang in the air, something was approaching and fast.

Suddenly the mugger screamed, a knife was stuck in his hand from one part to another, his friend tried to help him but he too screamed, throwing his hand behind, trying to touch his back. There was now a cut, a very deep cut.

A voice managed to silence that cacophony of screams and curses.

"It is somewhat expected in modern day society. Why shouldn't I trust a hero. It was the perfect plan really. Pity that you two share only a quarter of brain, otherwise it would have worked", the stranger's voice was rough, a bit muffled by his mask, but you could hear the pure disgust and venom in those words. He looked even more like a Hero than the mugger, but Izuku didn't think for a single second that the new arrival was a Hero.

He could feel the stranger's bloodlust. It was terrifying, and his looks didn't help. He too worn all black, but he looked more like a warrior, a samurai even, he had black hair held in a ponytail, a sword strapped to his back, although the sword was now unsheathed and had blood on it.

"Great another one! Who the fuck are you?! How dare you-Aaargh-insult us?!" said the fake hero, still in pain, but he obviously grew stronger from the cut. The stranger needed to be careful.

"Why should I answer you? Dead men don't need answers."

"Dead men? What do you-" the fake didn't even finish when he suddenly fell on the ground as if paralyzed. HIs friend was shocked, he turned to the stranger but he wasn't there. He felt someone behind him but he wasn't fast enough. Black was his only answer.

Izuku was shocked, scared even. The stranger cut the mugger's head like it was nothing, like it felt nothing, he then approached the fake hero, who begged to be spared, begged for mercy but it was useless, he was impaled, directly to the heart.

There was an eerie silence, Izuku couldn't stop looking at the corpses, only with adrenaline and fear he managed to stay awake. The stranger turned to look at him, the mask was unnerving, as if staring at his very soul.

"You sustained injuries, didn't you?" said the stranger as if he didn't just kill two grown men.

"Y-Yes i did", Izuku stuttered, from fear or from pain he couldn't really tell.

"Why did you start that fight, it was impossible for you to win, i can see from here that you are malnourished, and your equipment is pathetic to say the least"said the stranger with an emotionless voice.

" B-Because is saw the woman, a-and i needed t-to do s-something, ev-even if it wasn't enough"

The stranger remained silent the he asked

"What is your name"

"M-My name i-is Izuku Midoriya s-sir. Um..W-What is y-your name?"

It was at this very moment that Fate was rewritten forever, and Izuku met someone who could really shape him into something great.

"...Stendhal".