Hello All! I come here today to fulfil something that's been on my mind for quite some time, Fanfiction! one that I fully intend to see to fruition! or at the very least till I run out of ideas. The idea behind this was Izuku recieving a quirk that wasn't One For All, original, am I right?

update to AN! the pairing was decided!

"Unfortunately, young Mr. Midoriya here won't be developing a quirk anytime soon, or at all."

"I'm sorry, I'm so Sorry Izuku!"

"You're a quirkless Deku, Deku!"

"Why don't you pray for a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof!"

"I'm sorry Kid, you can't be a Hero."

The faint chill of the air was surprising, but he supposed a lot more 'fresh' air was a given when one was twelve stories high off the ground. He would lean forwards on his arms against the safety railing, to look down past its guard to the pavement below. He was barely able to see a woman pushing a stroller past the building, no doubt a small child as its contents, were they sleeping peacefully? Were they wide awake, curiosity overflowing from their eyes as they took in the world around them quite possibly for the first time?

He waited until they were two buildings down from where he was, he didn't need to mentally scar a child when he hit the pavement.

The first time his ideals were challenged, was at the age of four. His best friend Kacchan had recently developed his quirk- his palms sweating nitroglycerin, which he was able to set off at will in order to create an explosion- and had began using it to bully others, those with weaker quirks, or none at all. He stood up in the defence of another, a kid who later would develop a quirk of his own, and was beaten because of it. He didn't care at the time, all too happy that his efforts weren't in vein as the kid was able to escape.

Later, he too would bully Izuku for being quirkless.

His shoes slipped off easily enough, the red sneakers he was iconic for wearing throughout most of his life. Carefully he undid their ties, only to then use one string from each to tie a knot that held them together. He would throw them off the side, towards the power lines like most did, but he just couldn't. His mother had religiously purchased these kinds of shoes for him, even when he outgrew the last pair bought just weeks prior. Perhaps she could make a little bit of money reselling these once he was gone?

It wasn't long afterwards, the day of his fifth birthday, where his dreams of becoming a hero were challenged. His mother had taken him to a quirk specialist, worried how his quirk had yet to noticeably show even when all his school had theirs by the age of four. He was taken into a room of sorts, they poked and prodded, even took a picture or two of some kind that tickled. The two waited in the lobby, his mother idly passing the time with a magazine while he played with his All Might action figure. The doctor came in holding several papers, he couldn't really understand them, bit his mother looked pale upon reading the results.

He turned on a light after placing a black paper on the board below it, an X-ray of a foot, of his bones, visible for them to see.

"I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Midoriya, but I'm afraid little Izuku here won't be getting a quirk anytime soon, or at all."

He was careful as he stepped out over the railing, slowly one foot at a time until both ends of his socks hung precariously over the edge. Another step, accidental or not, would spell the end of his life, the end of being Worthless.

It wasn't long after that when word spread of his condition, of him being in the category of the one percent of the one percent, of being the latest generation to not have a quirk. When most thought of a quirkless individual, their thoughts would stray towards that of the elderly, of those from an era were quirks weren't so prominent as today. For those in Aldera middle school, they thought of the creepy classmate of theirs with the delusion of becoming a hero without a quirk, without a superpower to call their own.

His resolve to be a hero, his dream of saving those around him with a smile like All Might, took a constant beating throughout his life. Belittled and ridiculed, robbed and attacked, beaten and burned, yet still did he hold on to his dreams.

Until today.

Bakugo and his friends would corner Midoriya at his desk the moment the class ended, the moment their teacher stepped away from their classroom. Though it wasn't like the teacher would be much help anyways, he never was, not even earlier that day when Kacchan exploded his desk from the news of his application to U.A. He spoke of being the best, of being the only one from their 'shit school' to make it to the prestigious academy.

He spoke of how a quirkless loser like him was better to just quit before the humiliation, before everyone else knew how worthless he was. Yet even with the burning of his Hero Analysis notebook, he was still undeterred from his path.

A villain attack saw his normal route home closed off for the foreseeable future, a shortcut that would take him under a bridge had been his next choice. There it was that a villain made completely of slime exploded out from the sewers, where his life flashed before his eyes as he almost met his end. All Might had appeared just as he blacked out, All Might had saved him, All Might had signed his notebook, All Might was leaving. In a panic over not being able to ask his question, he grabbed onto All Might as he took off in the air. He was scolded on his reckless actions as they landed, the living legend tried to leave again, only for Izuku to scream his question, his hopes and his dreams to the very heavens themselves, and onto the man that had inspired them.

He exploded in a puff of smoke and blood, it was promptly followed by a ton of crying.

The skeletal man that claimed to be All Might had told him his tale, of a man in his prime gravely injured from his overconfidence. With a heavy heart, the man crushed his dreams.

"You can't be a hero, not without a quirk. Try becoming a doctor or a police officer instead, those are both noble professions!"

All Might, the number one hero, the symbol of peace, the very man who claimed that anyone could become a hero, didn't believe he could. In hindsight what did he really expect? Even with a quirk like All Mights, the symbol of peace was still gravely injured- to the point of near death no less! How could he ever really believe he had a chance?

Because for all those years, he said anyone could become a hero, Anyone.

His eyes closed as he leaned forwards, the slightest of smiles on his face as he felt the wind rush past him. In a matter of moments it would all be over, the years of constant abuse, the pain of his hero's rejection, the soul crushing reality that was to be his future, all gone.

Only for that moment to never come.

His eyes shot open the moment he realized he could no longer feel the wind, a quick glance from the pavement to the building told him he was about halfway down, moreso towards the fifth floor rather than the sixth. He was floating, or more accurately suspended in midair, but how? Had he taken too long and a hero noticed him jump? Did someone nearby activate their quirk in an attempt to save him? Did he unlock his quirk at the last possible moment? The faint laughter of someone nearby didn't really tell him all that much, nor when the said laughing person appeared within his field of vision.

Her black hair was short, roughly just down to her shoulders, with faint red streaks hidden within its darker depths. Her crimson red dress had no sleeves, held up just by two things straps over her shoulders. Said dress went about halfway down to her ankle, leaving bare a few inches of leg before ending at bare feet. Her legs slowly swayed back and forth, like a swimmer lazily floating about in the water. It was only with a faint hum of thought did he realize that he was staring at a girls legs, quickly his gaze shifted back up, to stare directly into crimson eyes suddenly inches away from his own. A blush exploded onto his cheeks at her proximity, the softest 'eep' escaped involuntarily past his lips.

The smirk suddenly gracing her beautiful face told him that she heard it, his face grew hotter at the realization.

"Well know, isn't this quite the surprise! A little human, falling to his demise just as I arrive, how. . . Fortunate, I suppose"

"E-Eh? W-who are you?! H-how am I floating?! Is it apart of your quirk?"

Right, great, starting off with the important questions.

"A Quirk? Oh no No! you see, I don't have a quirk, I'm not really like you humans, nor am I really even mortal! Be blessed my dear child, for you are the first in millennia to bear witness to my true godly form!~"

She cast her arms out wide to either side of her, as if to bask in the worship and praise of those before her, or to just hug a really tall person. She remained that way for some time, probably several minutes since he couldn't exactly tell time like this, or if time was even moving. The silence grew awkward as it dragged on, until an eye cracked open, and she coughed rather forcefully.

"O-oh! U-uh. . . Y-yay?"

She stared at him for several painfully long seconds, before ultimately shrugging her shoulders.

"Eh, good enough. Anyways, I've decided! You!. . . Are to be my Vessel!"

"E-eh? Vessel?"

"Yes! My Vessel! My mortal shell! My new body buddy! Got any questions?"

"Several! Why me? Who even are you? Could I have more details? What's going on?!"

He began to hyperventilate, could he even pass out suspended in air? The lightheaded feeling he got said yes, he probably could. But before he could panic himself into unconsciousness, a gentle finger settled on his lips, the thumb quickly following after as she pinched his lips closed.

"Wow there kid, take a moment to collect yourself. To answer your questions, I am a goddess of life and death, known by a few people as Primus. To be honest, I'm bored. Decided to take a holiday down here, see how it is, maybe even party for a bit. But in order to do that, I must reside inside of a human body. Otherwise I run the risk of prematurely going home, you know?"

Using her fingers, she gently moved his head up and down as he tried to process this newly gained information. A god really did exist, and a pretty one at that too. The fact that she was life and death implied there were others for other specific aspects of the world, was there a water god? An earth god? A god of quirks?

"You. . Have a tendency to mumble a lot, don't you? But yes, there are other gods, though most prefer to reside over their domain or just brood up in the heavens. Annnyways! Where was i? Right, so in order to properly take my vacation I need a mortal body. Normally when I freeze time I take the moment to scout out the globe and find the most compatible, buttttttt I couldn't help but notice you as you were falling. Decided to take a closer look, low and behold, you're one of the few able to still see and hear things."

A weird feeling began to swell in his chest at her buildup, to what that was he didn't know. A part of him did know however, as his eyes gained a hopeful spark in them again. A spark that grew to a full on fire as her next words came crashing down onto his shoulders, and her hand.

"In other words, Izuku Midoriya. You are a perfect Vessel, and with that, a perfect wielder of my power!"

And there it was, the famous Midoriya tear ducts were at it again. His tears ran down his face, quite quickly soaking his schools non-drying machine jacket in the process.

"B-But I. . I don't have a quirk, how could I be perfect?"

"Ah, but that's the best part! That's absolutely necessary for being a perfect Vessel! For what good would it be if my power were to clash with that of their natural born abilities? Why, the overwhelming energies might cause them to explode!"

In a way, he could see how that would be a bad outcome of things. Yet try as he might his mind couldn't get past how she proclaimed with such excitement on how he was perfect due to his quirkless nature, due to his defect.

"Now, I know we've hardly just met, but I'm going to need you to let me into your body now, keeping time frozen for this long without a body is really, really freaking tiring-"

It was with a lurch that her sentence was cut off, and suddenly he began to fall again. With his back turned to the pavement, he didn't know how long he had until he hit, seconds he could guess. How fitting he supposed, the one person in the world who didn't think any less of him for his defect finding him moments away from death. It was just his luck-

She was in his face again, her hands pressed against his cheeks, their noses just barely touching.

"Let me in, and we will live."

With his frantic nod to her words all the confirmation she needed, she closed what little gap there was between their faces. Sealing his lips with her own in a blissfully gentle kiss.

The last thing he registered before his brain fizzled out was the taste on her lips.

Cherries.

Right! so just a quick update on things, nothing major, just fixing up the format on how some things were said- hadn't realized the document didn't save a few things lol

anyways! the next chapter for this will likely be out sometime during the week, I'm personally reaching towards Thursday myself, so please! stay tuned and enjoy!