"Izuku… why?" She said, tears and blood streaking down her face. The blood and tears ruining what was left of her make-up, dropping down onto her legs.

Izuku looked at her with a scandalized look. He pulled his white gloves off that were stained in blood her blood and threw them aside. "Could you be more considerate next time? That was a expensive pair or gloves you know." He said, with a sigh. The other villains behind him looked inquisitive between the pair, before the white and black villain spoke up "Uhh… Akeru? How does she know your name?"

"Does it truly matter Twice?" Izuku said, bringing a firearm out of the holster on his left. "After all, the dead do not speak with verity." He said bringing the gun to rest betwixt her eyebrows.

"Izuku please don't-"

Bang*


Akeru: Chapter I disappointment

Aldera Highschool, 2198, Japan

"Now class I do sincerely hope you study tonight, your English Test tomorrow will surely stump you!" Mr Greene, the foreign English teacher said. Izuku sighed, closing his book and neatly placing it in his Premium leather 2198 edition All-Might book bag, along with the newest Hero analysis book he had been working on. In this version he had updates on a few Hero's and even a few new ones, such as Mt. Lady.

It was some of his hardest works honestly, with some rather intricate details on every Hero he has seen. Just this morning he got to see a Fight in person where Mt. Lady took down a gigantic villain in spectacular fashion. Really Izuku's only problem was the paparazzi who took a rather vile joy in pictures of her more intimate parts. Of course Izuku and a few other bystanders chewed him out, but technically he hadn't done anything illegal so what truly matters in the end?

Right as Izuku was about to put the unfinished Hero Analysis #11 in his book bag, a hand grabbed him by this wrist, halting him. Izuku could only look up in horror at his childhood friend (try the word 'bully' on for size) Bakugou Katsumi.

With short strawberry blonde hair, crimson red eyes she cuts the perfect tomboy look, with the worst qualities of one. With the attitude of a honey badger and and a quite literally explosive personality she dominates any room she walks into, and for people like Izuku she means bad business.

"Shitty Deku… where do you think you're going?" She demanded, a snarl upon her face.

"I-I w-was just about t-t-to go home, wh-why? Did y-you want t-to w-walk h-home t-together, Kac-chan??" He asked, half hoping she would refuse and half hoping she would accept. It was an open secret back in elementary school that he had crushed on her, but as time went on and the newer, crueler Katsumi seemed to blossom, Izuku abandoned such thoughts. That and the constant bullying from her pardoned him of such thoughts.

"Where is the soda I asked for? Shitty neet, did you drink it?!" She half asked half demanded. Since entering high-school she made him a errand boy for when she isn't beating him for the fun of it. Of course she never spent the money herself, making him use what little allowance money he has on him.

"N-no Kac-chan! I-I m-must have f-forgotten! I-I'll go and get y-you one now! C-cherry flavored, right?" He asked, as she took the book bag from his hand and immolated it and all the work within it.

"Stupid Deku, it's too late! I'm not waiting for your quirkless ass to bumble around and find me a drink! I swear I don't even know why I bother with you, it'd be better if you would do us all a favor and go and jump off a bridge! She said, laughing, the two cronies she had followed suit, laughing themselves.

"T-that's not funny! W-wh-what if I actually-" He was cut off by Katsumi's mocking laughter.

"If you what? Did us a favor and took a swan dive? Perhaps you'd win the lottery in your next life and be born with a quirk! Though obviously knowing you it'd be something useless, like 'attracting small things'!" She said with gusto, cackling up a storm. Suddenly she swung her fist and activated her quirk, sending Izuku into the wall, unconscious.


After spending almost an hour picking up the pieces of his book bag and salvaging what be could from Hero Analysis #11, which In the end really was an updated picture of All-might and a few pages on Mt. Lady. Sighing as he stuffed them into his pocket, he walked down the street downtrodden.

Once long ago he and Katsumi were best of friends. Heck he even thought she had a crush on him at one point. But when his quirk never manifested it was as if a wall was between them, but what he knew not.

Looking ahead he saw Katsumi and her minions in his way, perhaps it is best he cut through an alley to be safe. He already had one concussion, a Second likely wouldn't be a good thing.

Cutting down the alley he walked at a rather brisk pace. If he beat Katsumi home, he should also have enough time to beat his mom home from her job at Lexco meaning he'd have plenty of time to treat the burns on his face so they don't scar over.

Not paying attention to the eyes that were upon him, Izuku had no time to react as he was swept up by tendrils of gooey slime.

The tentacles attempted to violate him, slowly seeping in, painfully suffocating him.

"MEMPHIS SMASH!"

Just as quickly as he had been over taken by the slime monster, it had been severed from him by a figure he himself obsessed over for nearly his entire life.

The ALL MIGHT.

"A-All Might!!!" He said full of surprise. All Might, The Symbol of Peace, defeator of Mudorra, Bane of the Yakuza, The Banisher of Cartels was standing in front of him. Scrambling to find a pen and the paper he had of All-Might he found All Might had already signed his piece of paper in his trademarked Heroic Blue Scented ink.

"All Might I have a question! Can I become a hero if I-" and All Might was off, with a tiny green menace hanging onto him.


"I'm sorry my boy, but you can't be a Hero… but that doesn't mean you don't have to do good! You could be a police officer or a scientist! But sadly, without a quirk you quite literally can't be a Hero. You wouldn't just be putting yourself at risk but everyone else. I'm sorry to say it, but Young Midoriya, you cannot become a Hero without a Quirk.

Crack*

It was as if a gunshot went off in his ears. All Might, the man who he had looked up to his entire life had shattered his dreams. After revealing his most personal secret to him (though one could say it had been forced upon him by fate itself) he had brought his dreams before him and made them desolate.

Izuku felt his cheeks wetten as the realization started to seep in. Perhaps Katsumi was correct? Perhaps he should just end his life.

"Why would you…" he started to ground out, his fist balling up as his expression became more and more scornful, as if all the rage from the past seventeen years bubbled up to the surface "Why would you inspire hope in others if you would just rip it away?!! I was your number one fan for years. I bought every ounce of memorabilia I could get my hands on. I watched every fight, I listened to every word that seeped out of your mouth. Do you even care for the People you inspire?! Or are you just another fake?" He demanded, wrathful to all extent.

"My boy, I'm just trying to be realistic, you could-" He was cut off by Izuku, and the smoldering rage seeping out, threatening to burn Toshinori Yagi.

"YOU DON'T CARE! YOU ALWAYS SAID YOU WOULD HELP THOSE IN NEED, YET WON'T HELP ME AT MY LOWEST!" He said, stumbling to the stairwell down. Slinging the door open and slamming it with an audible snap.

"*sigh* Way to go Yagi… oh well, the kid will get over it… surely?"


"Mom… I'm home." Izuku said forlonely. Slipping hid shoes off he stepped up into the house and looked around, confused for a moment. His mom's car was here already, surely she would as usual come and greet him.

Slowly moving forward he carefully moved past the living room, before turning sharply after hearing a commotion in the Kitchen.

Peering around the corner he saw his mother fretting over a much larger man. He was tall, much taller than Izuku was, standing at a good six foot six to Izuku's five foot eleven. He dressed formally in an obviously expensive suit, which was strange because the Midoriyas never were quite influential enough to garner attention from someone with that kind of wealth.

But the single most peculiar oddity about the man was his face. Wrapped in cloth disguising almost all of his features save his mouth in an obvious attempt to hide burn scars. This man…

Had seen hell.

"Inko, I told you, I am fine. I never wanted you to find out because I knew you would react like this." The man said, his voice ringing in Izuku's mind. Bringing back almost forgotten memories.

"I know! But you suffered so much trying to provide for us, I thought you had abandoned us, thought ill of you, thought the money you sent was hush money! But to find out you were suffering so horribly for our sake! I'm a horrible wife!" She cried out, tears pooling as she cried a tsunami of tears.

Then it hit him. Before him stood a man he hadn't seen since his fifth birthday his…

"Dad?"