"I'm sorry ma'am, but your son is quirkless."
For so many years, that phrase had been the defining phrase of his life. As it was the base of his never-ending scorn from his peers and teachers, with the only exception being his mom. From playground bullies calling him names and shoving just a little too hard, or the ones in the gym locker room who beat him until he couldn't breathe properly for a few days, they were always there.
He'd always wanted to become a hero. It's been his dream ever since he was able to understand the concept of heroes. But at every turn of his life, it's always been, "quirkless scum like you could never even think of standing at the top," and other things like that.
He never told his mother about the bullies and...and... he enjoys watching them suffer. Those who torment him.
One time, back before middle school, his former best friend, Kacchan, had finished his beating for the day, leaving Izuku covered in bruises and burns. They were only a few blocks away from their houses, as they were neighbors. Izuku kept his distance by about 20 feet. He saw Mitsuki open the front door, and ask him where he'd been. He grumbled a noncoherent response, which led to a slap across the face from Mitsuki.
Once he saw that, he was overcome with a feeling of euphoria and, despite the pain he was in, started giggling under his breath. He quickly got home and gave the usual clumsy excuse he'd always used.
He got to his room and locked the door. Quickly, he replayed the image over in his head, hands clutching his face like a crazed maniac. It was a never ending stream of such a nice feeling. His body was hot, like he'd been eating something spicy. Izuku dropped his hands from his face. He felt something hard, and it was like his pants had tightened. He looked down to see himself fully hard. He slightly shifted and gasped at the pleasure that raced through his body. He quickly ran to the bathroom to relieve himself.
After about 10 minutes of stewing over what happened, he suddenly felt nauseous.'This isn't what a hero is supposed to do!'he thought to himself. He felt like a sicko. He couldn't believe he got off on that!
It wasn't that particular event that necessarily became the turning point. However, it did make Izuku notice something peculiar.
Once he got into middle school, the bullying and baiting got worse. There was never a day where he didn't come home with bruises and lacerations from the other kids' quirks. They slammed him against the wall, against lockers. They cornered him everywhere, whether the bathroom, the hallway, the schoolyard. He never got a break from the torture. His mom eventually stopped asking, knowing she wouldn't get an answer out of her son anytime soon.
He still went to villain and hero fights, and still took analyses of the hero's quirk, breaking them down and figuring out how they work.
It went like this for the next few years, as a routine, almost. Sometimes he'd think he'd hear a noise in the alley he walked past on a particular day. And when he got there, there would always be nothing but a faint smell of copper that made his skin tingle. He fought down what he thought was a revolting urge, and usually went on his way.
There was only one discrepancy in this routine, and that was the one time when he was 12. He was going a different route than usual, and there was an injured cat lurking through the alleyway. He doesn't quite remember what came over him, but it happened in a flash. He lunged at the cat, biting down on it, enough to draw blood. The cat thrashed, but Izuku's grip was firm.
After a few more seconds, he had drained the cat of its blood. It didn't feel quite right, however. It felt like there was something he was missing. He soon let go of the cat, scrambling back and looking at his bloody hands, startled, yet not quite terrified as he should be.
He pushed the event out of his mind, refusing to even acknowledge it.
However, one day, a few years later, it was his scream. He was walking through the usual underpass that was on his way home from school. There was a faint clank, and suddenly his mouth was full of a disgusting sludge.
"Look at that, a nice medium sized invisibility cloak, this is perfect, kid. Thanks a million,you're my hero."
Izuku struggled to grab at the thing that was suffocating him so quickly. But, he heard those words...you're my hero.
No…
He thought, as his eyes closed. But in that moment, he decided, how could he be someone's hero if he can't even save himself? Before he could do anything, however, there was a gust of wind, and the invading sludge was forced out of his system. He coughed and hacked the remnants of sewage, when a hand entered his vision. His coughing slowed, as he gazed up at the owner of the hand.
When he saw All Might, he thought he might've started screaming, or maybe asking for his autograph, but no. Izuku just stood there with unseeing eyes until, a single thought passed through,
"Can someone without a quirk be a hero?"
The brilliant grin that showed on his idol's face dimmed, and seemed more and more fake. Then, he stood there, arm still outstretched, and Izuku knew. He knew that what he spouted on TV about 'everyone can become a hero' was a lie.
"I'm sorry my boy, but this situation should be enough to know, you can't. I'm sorry." All Might seemed to hesitate for a moment, "but you could always be a police officer or detective! That's an honorable job as well!"
With that, he flew off into the distance, having apprehended the villain while Izuku was still comprehending the situation.
He'd always said that the incident before middle school wasn't the turning point, but instead, he thought it was the start of a long catalyst.
It was starting to get dark out, and he thought his mom would worry if he came home late. He grabbed the backpack he had dropped when the villain had grabbed him. It was slightly scorched, but nothing he hadn't seen before.
His mother greeted him when she got home. He told her he was going to bed early, and to not bother him...please. Once Izuku got into his room, he opened his computer and put in his paid off effort of having a lot of free time over the years from a lack of friends.
He hesitated with his hand over the keyboard.
Did he really want to do this? Loop the security cams so he could go out and enjoy the pleasure he's been bottling up for so long?
...Yes.
Access Granted appeared across his screen, and the cams were now set to a 6 hour loop. That seemed like enough time to get his work done. He changed out of his middle school uniform and put on a pair of black jeans, a nondescript black hoodie that he'd once bought in hopes that he could blend in (it didn't work), concealer to mask his freckles, and some jet black contacts (again, nondescript). He waited approximately one hour until he was sure his mother had gone to bed.
Izuku poked out his head as he cracked his door. No mother in sight. He put to use his stealth skills gained after so many years of torment. He went up to the knife block and pulled out the second largest knife. He went back to his room, closed and locked the door, before placing pillows under his covers, opening the window, and climbing out into the night air.
He stuck to dark alleys and security camera blind spots until he made it to the block where he'd looped the cameras. From there, he waited nearly thirty minutes, until his first victim wandered into his line of sight.
Oh, even better, it was his own teacher, what a coincidence.
Izuku grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and yanked him into the dark alleyway, covering his mouth with his gloved hand to prevent him from screaming. He then dragged the man further into the depths.
Izuku dropped the man into the ground without care. He went around behind him, and put the knife to his throat.
"Everyone here wants to be a hero, huh sensei?"
The man's expression changed to a mixture of confusion and terror.
"W-wait, you're one of my students? Which one? Whatever I've done to you I'm sorry I'll stop!"
Izuku's grin turned manic, and he spoke softly, "What haveyoudone? Oh, no no no, no no! Sensei!" His voice turned low and menacing, "It's what you haven't done."
Small giggles escaped the boy, and he gripped his knife tighter against his sensei's jaw. He could see the teacher tense up and try desperately to figure out who it was.
"Ah, ah, ah. Your time's up."
The knife loosened slightly, but not enough for the man to escape. "Sensei, Sensei, Sensei," he spoke with a happy-go-lucky chime to his voice. "I've always been so positive, no? Always trying to achieve my dreams. Yet I could never do it, why?" His teacher seemed to come to a realization, making him squirm in the teens arms.
Izuku stood over the man's body, looking him in the eye, and leaning down close to his face in a crouch. He bent down toward the teacher's ear and spoke.
"It was because I was the, Useless. Quirkless.Deku."
He didn't give the man any time to respond before he plunged the knife through his throat.
The man was choking on his own blood, and Izuku felt the pleasure course through his veins at the sight. He took some of the blood and licked it off his fingers. Izuku shivered as he savored the sweet, coppery taste, with his eyes shining as the man's went lifeless. His mouth watered, and he felt something in his mind compel him to indulge in this feeling, this...urge. He bent down onto the man's slit throat and drank.
Pleasure like he'd never felt run down his spine, and a gasp left his lips, followed by a moan. All of those almost-moments were nothing compared to this.
As he gulped the blood eagerly, he felt his body grow slightly. His muscles got bigger, and his nails got sharper, as did his teeth, and felt something like his eyes are changing.
After he all but sucked the corpse dry, Izuku stood, and an idea struck him.
He took some of what was left of the man's blood, and wrote the letter 'G' on the brick wall.
He wiped all evidence of him being there besides the man's body, and used his newfound strength to get home faster.
He knew he was covered in blood, so he decided to climb through his window once more, and clean up his trail and take a shower, thanking whatever deity out there that his mom was a deep sleeper.
He took his outfit off and washed all the makeup off his face. He got into and stayed in the shower until the water was clear of red.
Now, Izuku stood bare, in only boxers, in front of his mirror. He was checking to make sure he wasn't imagining things, and...no he wasn't.
The edges of his teeth had indeed gotten a tad bit sharper. Same thing with his muscles, they had gotten bigger. Not enough to be outwardly noticeable, no, but enough that Izuku could tell the difference.
Izuku looked at his eyes in the mirror and was shocked to find that the iris turns red, and the sclera black with red veins across the eye and into the skin around the eye
With these changes he could only assume this was his...quirk?!
The implications of what that means, he's no longer Quirkless. This thought made something of a cackle bubble up his throat. He couldn't tell Kacchan, because then he'll have to explainwhy it happened.
