Izuku Midoriya was born quirk less. He had always wanted to be hero. So here he was standing up to his "friend" again. It was not going well. I hadn't gone well sense he was 4 and the diagnosis came in. Kaachan or Bakugo or King Explosion Murder had been his friend until his quirk manifested and Izuku's didn't. Then everything changed. Absolutely everyone began to heap praise on to Kaachan. Telling him how great he was going to be, how he was going to be next great hero, and how he was the best.

Now the thing with telling a 4 year old all this is that it tends to go to their head. Kaachan was already kind of a hot head to begin with; some scientists believed that peoples quirks would influence a person's personality, though there was far from concrete evidence on that. His parents were not very good and raining this in as his mother was just as much as a hot head and his father was not timid per say but definitely did run his house in any way shape or form; and he liked it that way.

Over the next 4 years Kaachan had developed a rather screwed up view that he was the top of the mountain and everyone else was lesser than; the weaker the quirk the more a person was a pebble for him to grind underneath his foot and he moved towards his destiny. Now factor into this, there was this Quirk less piece of trash that was constantly following him around; telling him how he was going to a hero just like him. I mean how was that even possible. And to make matters worse no matter what he did this trash kept coming back and getting in his way. Take today for example, he had already left the trash laying in heap in the back of the school once during lunch and then again after school and here he was again. Deku (as he called him, as did the whole school even some teachers; this made Bakugo very happy) was here getting in his face spouting the same ole bullshit as before. "Heroes don't do this, why are you doing this, blah. Blah." Look it wasn't Bakugo's fault that the stupid kid had not played the game of heroes and villains exactly like he wanted. Even though he never said it exactly. All the stupid extras should know and if not, it was his job to teach them. As Deku was spouting his normal nonsense, Bakugo drew back his first and palm strike him in the gut letting off a damn good explosion, honestly one of his best. He always managed to pull of bigger explosions when dealing with Deku. "Humph," he thought. "Maybe he does have a use after all." A vicious thought crossed Bakugo' s mind he had seen this an movie he watched last night. He stepped back and gave himself a running start he was going to kick him so hard in the face that this stupid Deku was going to have to eat his meals through a straw.

Izuku was on his hands and knees panting heavily and in so much pain. He could smell the burned flesh. He knew that he was going to have a very hard time hiding this one. He was wondering if Kaachan had realized what he had done and was feeling bad and maybe they could be friends again. What the hell is wrong with me" he thought. "No Kaachan is a good guy I can reach him I know it"

Holy Shit Kid you are fucking stupid.

What the hell is that? OMG are you my Quirk?

I have no idea what you are talking about but move left NOW!

Izuku rolled to his left in excruciating pain.

Get up kid you have to get up.

He struggled to his feet. A Bakugo had gone for his punt kick, missed caught massive amount of air before landing hard on his back earning a large gasp and snickers from other extras. This absolutely infuriated Bakugo he started to get to his feet, swearing up a storm as he looked at Deku.

OH no he is really pissed now.

Yea I noticed that

What do I do? What do I do?

Punch HIM in the fucking nose.

I can't do that I don't even know how.

A mental image flooded him of him taking a step forward, twisting his hips arm extending, knuckles slightly down and hitting Kaachan in the nose. NOW DO IT JUST LIKE THAT.

Izuku was quite sure why he listened but listen he did. Now lets not say that this was the most epic punch in the history of the world but for Izuku he was All-Might delivering the smash to end all smashes. His arm rocketed forward, knuckles coming down in a slight arc and BAM right on the nose, blood flew; Kaachan stumbled back blood gushing from his nose.

"BWUP THE FUQ"

Um what now?

KICK HIM IN THE DICK.

I can't do that

KICK HIM IN THE FUCKING DICK NOW GODDAMN IT. The voice roared loud and deep. With a definite authoritative tone to it.

Izuku did exactly as he was told and kick Bakugo with everything he had right in the balls.

NOW GRAB HIM BY THE HAIR AND DRIVE YOUR KNEE INTO HIS FACE.

HUHHHHH

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS JUST FUCKING DO IT.

Bakugo had fallen to his knees. When suddenly something grabbed his hair and began to introduce a knee to his face; it said hello about 4 times before he was out like a light. The audience was shocked. Stunned; unable to react.

NOW RUN FOR YOUR LIFE KID. RUN FOR YOUR GODDAMN LIFE.

With the sudden burst of adrenaline. Izuku did exactly that grabbing his bag and ran like the devil himself was behind him. Instead of an unconscious Bakugo, with a broken nose, his followers walking away laughing at HIM. And about to have an even worse day than he could possibly imagine.

Izuku ran a good distance before he had to stop and catch his breath. So, are you, my quirk? Does that mean I have a gift now? Oh man what can I do?

I don't think so kid.

Oh! Trying his best to hide his disappointment.

What is a quirk anyhow? Oh, wait I can read your mind. Give me a second.

A few moments pass but to Izuku it felt like hours.

No sorry Izuku, I am not your quirk. In fact, I don't think I'm a quirk at all I think I'm dead.

EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Not so damn loud.

Sorry. But how do you know that?

Well for one I am not Japanese; I was or am American. Two according to the date its like 300 years from when I last remember. Three, there were no "Super Heroes" where I came from unless count comic books and films. That kind of cool assuming that we on the same world that means my great great grandkids could have had superpowers.

You had kids?

Yea 3 sons.

Were you married?

Twice my second wife died a long time before me. I was just kind of kept waiting around before so I good get a chance to see her again.

OH. That's kind of sad.

A little she was the love of my life. As they say in the movies "She was my Haley's comet, my shooting star"

OH I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.

Its ok Izuku. It was a while ago. I have gotten used to talking about her. Grandkids and all.

They approached Izuku's house in silence, Izuku was already thinking about what he had to do to bandage himself up so his mom wouldn't notice.

You shouldn't do that.

Do what?

Hide that from your mom. You need to speak up.

But it will just make her worry.

She is already worried. The mystery voice began to show images of his mom. Looks that he barely caught out of the corner of his eye. Her weight gains. Trust me kid, she knows something up and she also is feeling all kinds of guilt over that incident. She knows she fucked up.

The day he was diagnosed quirk less he wanted her to just tell him he could still be a hero. But she didn't. A rift had formed between them that day and it never truly healed.

I don't hold that against her.

Yea you do. I can see it. I can feel it. You have just buried it deep. But you both know that. Look kid Parents are not perfect trust me I have my share of terrible decisions with my own children. I am telling you now that you two need to figure it out. But I will not let you not tell her about the abuse from that other piece of shit.

Kaa… Kaachan isn't that bad.

Oh no the fuck you didn't just say that.

Memories of all the abuse flooded his mind.

One time is an accident, two times maybe, three is intentional. Four Abuse. Hundreds of times is fucking criminal. If you don't, I will make your life a living hell.

How? What can you do?

THIS IS THE SONG THAT DOESN'T END, IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT I WAS AND THEY WILL CONTINUE SINGING ITF FOREVER JUST BECAUSE. THIS IS THE SONG THAT DOESN'T END, IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT I WAS AND THEY WILL CONTINUE SINGING ITF FOREVER JUST BECAUSE. THIS IS THE SONG THAT DOESN'T END, IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT I WAS AND THEY WILL CONTINUE SINGING ITF FOREVER JUST BECAUSE.

OK OK HOLY COW.

If you were my kid, I would just beat your ass and make you tell her but I have to resort to psychological war fare.

Wait wouldn't that be abuse?

Nah, abuse is when you are just beating someone for no reason with no restraint. A few swats across the ass with a belt is corrective discipline.

I guess I see your point; but what is she going to do the teachers don't even do anything.

Don't worry about that she is YOUR MOTHER it is her job to figure something out. It is your job to do what you can to support her not keep her in the dark about what is happening. Also, you need to go see a psychologist. You need some therapy so does she I bet.

How do I say anything though?

Simple. Be a true Hero, be a man and say I NEED HELP. Look Izuku, I don't know how shit goes in your world now. I do know that its ok to say hey I NEED SOME HELP. EVERYONE NEEDS SOME HELP. YOUR HEROES HELP OTHERS, HELP EACHOTHER. So suck it up and say MOM, I need some help.

Izuku began to cry. The voice in his head was strange, defiantly had the tone of a Father but also a friend somehow. He wished his real father would have been around to do something. He wishes he had someone to help him along. He felt a warm embrace, it was comforting but not physical per se. It was more empathic. He knows this voice; was the person hugging them.

Look kid, I'm not your dad. I don't know how long I will be here. But let me try to help you. Let me give you some advice. And maybe I can leave this place better than I found it. If you Let me. I will do my best.

Wiping his tears. That would be nice but what do I call you?

You can call me... Christopher or Mr. Tracy. You choose.

Mr. Tracy?

Yup

The door opened and in walked his mom. Immediate concern on her face seeing her son sitting on the couch. She could tell he was crying. Izuku looked up to her as fresh tears formed at the edges of his eyes.

"Hey Mom," he said as he lifted his shirt his stomach blackened and burned, she saw more scars in other places on his chest and arms. "I NEED SOME HELP PLEASE". He burst into sobs as his mom raced over to him.

*Author Note*

I like Izuku, I do but I always felt that he need someone in his life to put him on the right path sooner for him to be a better person. Inko I felt was so hampered by the mistake she made that she was afraid to be assertive in fear of messing up more.