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Chapter 1 A Chance is encounter

1 year and 1 month ago

Izuku was soaring through the skies with a smile on his face, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair. Flying was easily his favorite things to do on patrol. He just feels so free from up here.

"IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM! HE LOOKS SO COOL!" Izuku hears from what sounds like a child. He looks down to see several people look up towards him and smile, and a little boy no older than 6 with a huge grin on his face waving both hands at him. He chuckled and waved back at the kid, and the kid looks so happy it looks like he made his day. At that moment he knew he was wrong, that is his favorite thing to do on patrol.

After years of hard work and training, he finally became the number one hero and named the symbol of peace, and has no plans to stop there. He will do everything in his power to make sure everyone is safe. That no one is left to suffer.

"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" Izuku heard a woman scream.

He immediately stopped and starts looking for the source. It didn't take him long to notice a blonde woman clutching her purse, with a man with long nails, that he could only assume were sharp, pointed directly at her throat. He didn't waste any time and rushed in.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to lady. Just give me the purse and I'll be on my way." Said the mugger menacingly.

"Have no fear!" The mugger heard, and instantly started sweating in fear. "Oh shit!" He yelled as he looked at the source, only to get punched in the face, breaking his nose.

"For I am here!" Said Izuku as he landed in front of the women. "Are you ok miss? Did he hurt you?"

"No, thank you so much!" Said the women, relieved and elated seeing the number one hero here to save her.

"No thanks necessary. I'm always happy to be there to help someone in need. Now I just need to take out the trash." He said as he faced the mugger who was just now getting to his feet.

"Damn you! I was just going to take her purse! Guess now I have to kill you first!" Screamed the mugger as he started charging at Izuku, with his hands ready to swipe at him.

Izuku charged at him as well to make sure the women wasn't caught in the the mugger goes to slide at Izuku with his right hand, Izuku catching it, his fingers between the muggers. The mugger instantly attempts to swipe at him with his left hand, only for the same thing to happen.

The mugger tries to get his hands back, but Izuku would even budge in the slightest. Izuku pull the muggers hands closer to his face and starts inspecting the claws. "Hm, I was right." Says Izuku with the smirk.

"Right about what?" Growled the mugger still trying to get his hands back.

"These are sharp. But only at the tip." Izuku in the blink of an eye slips his hands to cling to the claws. He then headbutts the mugger while simultaneously snapping the claws.

The mugger stumbles back holding onto his nose. It already hurt after the punch, but now it was absolutely throbbing. "Damn you, you bastard!" He screams as he raises his hands again, about to charge Izuku again only to notice his claws were gone.

"Looking for these?" Asks Izuku as he shows the claws he's holding in his hands.

The villain smirks. "Not gonna need them." He holds his hands up and the claws quickly grow back.

Izuku watches star filled eyed. "That is so cool!"

Both the mugger and the women look at him incredulously. "Should you really be complimenting the bad guy?" Asks the women.

Izuku looks back at her sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm a quirk nerd, and while it's simple, it's still really cool." He then looks back to the villain who's still looking at him like he's grown a second head. "It's just a shame he decided to use his quirk in such a way. *sigh* would have been a useful quirk as a hero."

That snaps the mugger out of his stupor, who shakes his head and regains his smirk. "Yeah well-being a hero is too much work. Just taking what I want is so much simpler." He says before charging again.

Izuku just starts dodging the villains attacks with relative easy without losing any ground. "No it's not easy, but I wouldn't want to do anything else."

"Dammit just shut up and die!" Screamed the mugger.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. There are people who count on me, and I won't fail them." Said Izuku. He realizes he won't be able to talk this man down, so he's just going to have to force him down. He leaps back slightly, making the mugger believe he had the upper hand and lunge at him, both hands in the air about to swipe down. Just as Izuku knew he would. Izuku lifted his leg up and delivered a hard push kick straight into the muggers stomach.

The mugger was launched back a couple meters but managed to stay on his feet, though he was having difficulty keeping his lunch down. He didn't have any time to try to regain his barrings when he suddenly felt a sharp pain is several parts of his body, at which point he toppled to the ground. He looked down to discover several of his own claws embedded into his shoulders and legs. "You attacked me with my own claws?" He said weakly.

"Why not? They seemed pretty handy to me." He stayed with a smirk. "Now we con either continue this little dance, or you can surrender now and save yourself from further pain."

The mugger flares at him for a couple seconds before adopting a despondent look. He knew his chances were slim to none. He figured he could at least get a couple of hits on him, but Izuku remained completely unscathed. While he was lying on the ground with a broken nose, several of his own claws stuck in him, and probably a few damaged organs. He knew he was beat. "I surrender."

It took Izuku only a few seconds to pull out his capture tape and safely secure the mugger. At which the blond women slammed into him giving him a hug. "Thank you so much, You saved me."

Izuku have her a brilliant smile. "No need for thanks miss, I'm always happy to help."

"Of course there is. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't show up. At least let me give you a kiss as thank you." She says with half lidded eyes.

Izuku blushes and scratches the back of his embarrassed. "Well I guess that couldn't hurt. At least it would help me against the next situation."

The woman giggles. "Well then come here for your reward." The woman closed her eyes, and they both slowly start leaning into each other. He closed their eyes as they inch closer to each other, their lips about to meet...

*THUD*

Izuku was immediately jolted awake with pain in his stomach. Opening his eyes he saw a blurry vision of someone's feet in front of him. He knew they belonged to ms. Soka Chiaki, his foster mother. She was a 40+ year old women, with her bright red hair being her only distinct feature. She currently fosters 5 kids and has 2 of her own. Chiaki was known by everyone to be a fairly sweet women who cared for all the children in her home. Well. Except for him. Then again, no one was nice or cared about him. Based on the pain on his stomach, she kicked him to wake him up, and she didn't hold anything back. She never did.

"Wake up, damn it! Just because you're on break from school doesn't mean you can skip your chores!" She screamed at Izuku.

Based on that Izuku already knew it was 5:01 A.M. he was never allowed to sleep past 5, no matter how late he was awake to finish chores. Chiaki was an early enough riser to ensure he never did. "I'm sorry ms. Chiaki, I was up late cleaning. I'll be down shortly."

She kicked him again in the chest. Hard. "I don't want to hear your damn excuses, now get down and start making my breakfast!" She yelled before leaving back downstairs.

Izuku was feeling a good deal of pain, but it was nothing he hadn't experience before, and he knew if he took to long he would just receive more punishment. He learned how to deal with the pain long before he was placed here at the age of 12, while this place was still hell, the last foster home was worse.

He quickly got up off the floor and folded up the blanket that also acted as his bed and put it in the corner, hen he threw on his clean pair of clothes. On his way out he passes by a mirror that was recently stored here in the attic that he was forced to sleep in, (he prefers it over the basement at least.) and was met with a sight that he cannot stand.

Himself.

Ever since his quirk manifested he has been treated like a villain by anyone who knew it. Except by a couple people but that's a completely different story. Due to that he was treated poorly. A no matter how hard he tried, everyone he meets discovers it. It seems parents and teachers are quick to tell children about the future villain. Ever since he was put into this home he was beaten and barely even fed. It was Chiaki's way of making sure He couldn't do anything bad. Thanks to an ability of his quirk that his first foster home forced him to never deactivate his skin was flawless. It had no blemishes, bruises, or scars. Just as well, he hated seeing how he truly looked even more. Unfortunately it couldn't cover the lack of, well, everything. His cheeks were sunken in, if you lifted his shirt, his ribs were easily seen. He was simply skin and bone. It was because he was given just some stale bread for every meal, and barely enough to keep him going. Due to the lack on nutrition he only stood at 5'3(160 cm) and weighed a measly 79 lbs. (36 kg) Maybe the last home wasn't so bad, at least he was properly fed there.

Izuku shook the thoughts out of his head before he got lost in his anxiety. He quickly descended the ladder out of the attic/his sleeping area and made his way to the kitchen where Chiaki was reading the morning paper. "About damn time." She Said.

Izuku looked at the clock, it was only 5:05. It only took him a four minutes to get down here, but he knew that saying that would only cause him to get punished. "I'm sorry." He said as he quickly went to the fridge to get out the ingredients he needed for Chiaki's breakfast. This was probably his most hated part of the day. Sure the beatings were bad, but having to cook at least Chiaki's breakfast, if not everyone's, was absolute torture knowing he would just be given stale bread again.

He was thankful he was able to get past making breakfast and eating his bread in peace. Afterwards he had to clean up the kitchen and do a few other chores before he was forced to go to the grocery store. Another task he hated to do.

Chiaki handed his a list and some money. "Don't forget anything, and there better not be any change missing." She stated with a glare.

"Yes ma'am." He said quietly before putting on his sweatshirt and leaving as fast as possible. Along the way he was thinking about the dream he had. It was honestly a pleasant dream, but he wished he wouldn't have the kind where he's a hero. They were just a tease.

As far back as he could remember, a hero is all he's ever wanted to be. He can't even remember a time when he wanted to be anything else. Unfortunately with his quirk, he would be lucky to simply get a job at some rundown grocery store. Plus, with how poor of shape he's in he couldn't even do any training. He barely had the strength to do his chores, let alone the sheer amount of training required to be a hero.

"HELP!" That scream immediately broke him out of his thoughts. As adrenaline instantly started coursing through him, he ran to the alley he believed he heard the scream come from. He was immediately met with the sight of the 3 high school boys surrounding a girl with pink dreadlocks. One of the boys had their hand gripping over her mouth, and she looked absolutely terrified.

"Shut up bitch! You should be thanking us. After all, no other guy would ever take an interest in a freak like you. So be quiet, and let us have our fun." Said the guy holding her with a terrifying smile on his face as the other two chuckled darkly.

Even from his distance, Izuku could tell the girl was crying in fear. "Hey assholes, let her go!" Izuku yelled. All three of them immediately turned to newcomer.

"And why should we do that jackass?" Said the guy closest to him.

"Well because it's obvious the pretty lady at least has standards, and doesn't want to be with any of you ugly bastards. Now leave her alone." Said with a smirk. He honestly doesn't know where this cockiness was coming from, he knew he couldn't possibly beat these guys. But he had to do something until someone who could showed up.

All the guys sneered at him. The guy holding the girl merely made a gesture towards Izuku and the other two stepped forward. It was obvious the first guy was the leader. The other two both activated their quirks. One's fists turned to stone, while the other had what looks like a blade slide out of his wrist.

Izuku gulped nervously. Welp he was going to die here. Oh well, better dying trying to help someone, than to live his life constantly being view as a villain. Who knows, maybe all those hero fights he watched have taught him something. Immediately an idea popped into Izuku's head. He might not be able to beat them, but he beat they could beat each other. He immediately adopted a semblance of a martial art's stance, and taunted them towards him.

Both punks took the bait and charged Izuku. Izuku ducked under the stone fist aimed for his face and positioned his body to avoid the other punk's blade from sinking into his gut, but get his body hit with a haymaker. It hurt, but nothing he hasn't felt before. He grabbed onto the pink with the blades head and using his own momentum forced him to spin and in between Izuku and the punk with stone fists who was already throwing another punch that connected with his friends nose. "Shit sorry man!"

Izuku moved out of the way quickly as the blade punk stumbled back a bit holding his nose. "God damn it, watch where you are hitting. I think my nose is broken."

"Well I think it's an improvement. I mean you couldn't get any uglier." Taunted Izuku.

Both punks quickly glared at Izuku. " Oh you're dead." Says the blade punk. He quickly lunges at Izuku, blade now in each hand. His friend running to Izuku's side taking a few swings, but being cautious not to hit his friend.

Izuku was having a bit of déjà vu, this is similar to his dream earlier, only dealing with 2 guys instead of one. He just had to play it safe and make sure he doesn't get hit, while keeping an eye out for an opening. One eventually presented itself when the rock fist punk threw a sloppy right hook. Izuku quickly grabbed his arm, keeping the momentum going and forcing him into his friend. At which they both tumble to the ground. The blades teen grunting, but the rock fisted teen was screaming.

The screaming teen quickly rolled off his friend holding his shoulder. He shot a pained glare towards Izuku. "I will cave your skull in for that!" He yelled.

"You say that like you haven't already been trying. And doing a piss poor job at it to." Said Izuku smiling. 'I'm not doing half bad, maybe I can do this.' All of a sudden he heard the girl trying to yell something through the leaders hand. He started turning around, worried about the girls safety, only to notice a fireball strike his left arm. "AAAAHHHHH!" He screamed.

The leader prepared another fireball in his free hand, while keeping his grip firm on the girl who was trying to remove his hand from her mouth. "You guys are seriously pathetic. Can't even handle this weakling. Looks like I need to roast his ass myself." He stated unamused.

Izuku knew he made a mistake turning his back to the leader without knowing his quirk, and he unfortunately put himself in between the two punks and their leader. It was taking everything in him to stay standing, hell he's surprised he's even still moving at this point. He just couldn't let harm come to the girl, not while there's still breath left in his body.

"Ha you couldn't even toast bread with that weak ass flame, let alone roast me." Said Izuku with a pained smirk.

The leader looked furious at his statement. "What did you say bastard!? I'm going to make this hurt as much as possible now!" He yelled as he prepared to throw the fireball in his hand, only to be surprised find it disappear before he threw it.

Izuku's vision started to go blurry as he looked past the leader and notice a figure drop behind the leader. "Hey brat." Said the figure. The leader turned to look at the source of the voice.

5 minutes ago.

Shoka Aizawa was dead tired. Well. More than usual. During her shift she stopped 3 robberies, 4 drug deals, and a mugging. She was relieved her shift was over, only to come across 2 more muggings. She stopped them of course, but it was really putting a strain on her. Her eyes weren't only dry, they were hurting. She was sure if they could throb, they would be.

She was back on her way to her agency. ' They told me to relax during break, but nooooo, I had to take on some hero work.' She thought.

"HELP!" She heard someone scream. 'GOD DAMN IT! DID ALL THE FUCKING VILLAINS GET TOGETHER AND DECIDE TO STRIKE IN ONE NIGHT!?' She screamed in her head.

She was way too exhausted to just rush into the situation, and she swore she heard the voice come from a few allies in front of her. In an instant took to the rooftops and made her way to the alley that the commotion was coming from. As soon as she spotted people in an alleyway, she crouched down so to not get spotted, and pressed a button on a device in her pocket.

What she found was 3 boys surrounding a girl with one of them having his hand around her mouth. She looked terrified. They were also focused on a boy who came from the other end of the alley. "Well because it's obvious the pretty lady at least has standards, and doesn't want to be with any of you ugly bastards. Now leave her alone." She heard him say.

'God damn it, 3 punks and a vigilante, just what I needed.' She thought, but she couldn't help but smile at the kid's statement. 'I hate to do it, but it's best if I let them weaken each other and take care of the winner. But if things get out of hand, I'll jump in.' She strategized.

As she watched the fight unfold, she noticed a few things. The first is that the supposed vigilante looks deathly thin. So thin she found herself hoping it was an effect of his quirk. The second was that he wasn't throwing a single punch or kick, and he definitely wasn't using a quirk as far as she could tell. All he was doing was dodging and trying to keep himself between the two of them. After witnessing him make stone fist punch the kid with blades coming from his wrist, his strategy became obvious.

She couldn't help but smirk throughout the fight. Not only did she find the vigilante's remarks witty, she always appreciated someone using their heads in a fight, rather than just trying to power through it. She had to admit, the kid had talent. Though she couldn't help but worry about the kid still holding onto the young women. He hadn't taken his eyes off the fight the whole time.

After witnessing the vigilante push stone fist into his partner and hearing the scream, she was worried she might have a death on her hands, she sighed in relief when she saw it was just his shoulder. When this was all over she had to scold him for that. You had to be careful with opponents with sharp objects if you're going to use them to your advantage.

She blinked a couple time. Why was she so worried about the vigilante? Sure she didn't hate them, their hearts are usually in the right place. But letting them roam free could turn very dangerous for everyone involved. So why did she worry more about what happened to this one so much more?

She was immediately brought out of her thoughts when she heard another scream. It was the vigilante. His left arm seemed to have a small third degree burn, but the odd part was a good deal of his hoodie and shirt were completely charred. She saw a bright light coming from the leaders hands. He appeared to be hold fire. His friends were also getting to their feet. She had to act fast.

She quickly jumped down and started jumping from side to side so make the Landing safer. "Ha you couldn't even toast bread with that weak ass flame, let alone roast me." She heard the vigilante say. She smirked once more. 'That kid is either brave or stupid.' As she witnessed the leader ready to throw another fireball, she activated her quirk to cancel his out. She landed a couple feet behind him.

"Hey brat." She said.

The leader turned around. "Who the fu..." he started to say before Aizawa punched him in the face, causing the kid to let go of the girl as he started stumbling back. Without any delay she quickly wrapped him in her scarf and forced him towards her. She kneed him in the stomach and as soon as she set her foot behind her, she used her other leg to knee him in the chin. Once again as soon as she placed her foot she round house kicked him in the side of the head, sending him flying into the wall. She adopted a reflexive stance, she wasn't going to give the kid a chance to do anything.

As soon as she was sure the kid wasn't going to get back up, she turned her attention to the others. The pink haired girl was sitting where she was sitting where she was being held before, she still had tears streaming down her face, but she looked relieved. The vigilante also seemed to be relieved, but he looked like he was about to keel over any second now, while the two other brats looked ready to piss themselves.

"Oh thank god." Said the vigilante before his eyes drained of all color and fell to his side.

"OMG! Are you ok?!" Yelled the pink haired girl, as she quickly made her way to the vigilante. He didn't look to be breathing.

Aizawa knew she had to make this quick. She glared at the other 2 brats "who's next?" She said, ready to take them on.

Honestly she didn't anticipate what happened next. They both started to book it out of there. Years of training and experience though was on her side. She quickly launched her scarf at them wrapping them both up just before they made it around the corner, and she yanked them both back. As soon they landed on their bits she sent quick chops at their necks, going for the quick knock out.

She wasted no time wrapping the three up, so they couldn't escape, and quickly made her way to the other two. The pink haired girl was at his side with her hand above his mouth. "He's not breathing!" The girl said as Aizawa knelt at his other side, as she quickly put her ear to his chest.

Aizawa became increasingly worried. She brought her head up, and she knew she had a worried look on her face, because the girl looked even more scared. "His heart isn't beating." She said.