Author's Note:

Hey, it's been a while. I want to apologize for the long wait. I have been working on my thesis proposal for college. Luckily, I got the approval to continue working on my thesis for the nest semester. But that means the uploads for my FanFics will either be slow or be paused since I need the time to work on my college thesis. But I'll keep working on this fic before my new semester starts.

This is a beginning of a three-part chapters that will be focusing on Clark's perspective.

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2: Nothin' like Kansas, Part 1

Clark's eyes opened in an instant.

He looked up at the white empty ceiling for a moment. It has been fourteen years since he was born to this world. And after that, he was never the same. In a literal sense. Clark raised his right hand above his face inspecting it. It was like looking at a different person's hand. He was smaller, thinner, paler. He was fourteen again. Being born into this world was a weird experience for him. He didn't expect his current thoughts and memories to be intact in this new life of his. So much for a fresh start.

He slowly got up from bed. He turned his head to the right where the widow was. He could see the sun creeping up from the horizon. He turned towards the study table to his left. He grabbed his phone from the table and checked the time. It was 4:28 in the morning.

Clark decided to get up from bed and head to the bathroom. He gently opened the door and made sure not to make a sound. His mom's room was right across from his and he didn't want to ruin her sleep. He crept across the corridor. He carefully opened the door to the bathroom and turned the lights on. He moved towards the sink, he reached for the cold knob, and water started running down from the faucet. He moved his right hand towards the running water, cupping it with his palm. He then brought his face closer to the sink and splashed himself. He continued to wash his face until the morning eye crust was washed away. He turned off the faucet and reached towards the towel hanging beside the mirror. As he dried his face up, he looked up towards the rectangular mirror.

Clark felt like he was looking at a stranger. In this world, he was no longer Clark Kent. He goes by the name Izuku Midoriya. The son of Inko and Hisashi Midoriya. He brought up his right again and ran it through his mop of fluffy dark-green hair. It can grow out and gets a little bit messy, much to Clark's comfort. So, he had to cut it short, more on the sides and the back, but less on the top. He then ran down his hand to the side of his face, looking directly at his large and circular eyes, irises with the same shade of green as his hair. His hand finally reached down to his cheek. He had the same set of freckles just like his dad's.

He hung the towel back in its place. He turned the lights off and gently closed the bathroom door. He went back to his room and walked towards his closet, sliding it open. He rummaged through his hangers of clothes until he found his blue tracksuit. He opened a drawer inside the closet and grabbed a pair of white socks. As he grabbed all the clothing he needed, he closed his closet door. He laid the tracksuit on his bed and took off his striped navy pajama bottom. He put the bottom of his tracksuit on, but decided to keep wearing his white t-shirt and wore his tracksuit jacket over it. He then sat down in his bed and put on his new pair of socks.

Clark made his way towards his desk and grabbed his spare key to the apartment and carefully walked out of his room. As he crept down the corridor, he reached towards the door of the apartment. He stepped down to where the shoe rack was and grabbed his pair of red rubber shoes with white soles. He carefully unlocked the door and left the apartment.

Clark jogged down the sidewalk, passing by the unique buildings of Musutafu. Over the years of living here, Clark was able to experience living on the other side of the world. Japan was nothing like Kansas or Metropolis. The buildings looked different from Metropolis' gothic architecture with a pristine look making it look like a city of tomorrow. The architecture here in Japan are more modern and symmetrical. Of course, there was a cultural difference. The people in Japan are very respectful, especially when it comes to addressing the elders, teachers, or higher-ups. They also have a knack for cleanliness. He had never seen a city that looked so clean and orderly. The only thing that felt familiar here for Clark was the streets teeming with people, especially when they need to go to work or any place they need to be.

Clark turned to a corner of the street. He was at the Tatouin shopping district, which is usually filled with bustling shoppers and vendors, but since it was early in the morning the shops were closed for now. Clark passed by a store that displayed figurines in heroic poses and wearing colorful costumes. Behind the display are posters of the same figurines. These are not fictional characters of any sort. These are real people.

Clark was born to a world with heroes, but with a different history to it. In this world, metahuman abilities are called "Quirks". Unlike his old world, people with Quirks are more prominent, taking up eighty percent of the world's population. Laws are made to prohibit people from using their Quirks freely, but they also passed on a new type of occupation for the Quirk users: Pro Heroes.

Clark doesn't know what to feel about it. At first hand, he was glad that heroes can get the recognition they deserve for helping, protecting people from danger, and getting paid for their hard work. But on the other hand, turning it into a job defeats the purpose of being a hero. For Clark, being a hero is about dignity and honor. Doing the right thing and expecting nothing in return. Clark snapped from his musing and started running again.

As Clark continued to jog down, he reached the steps towards the Takoba Municipal Beach Park. Or what used to be the beach park. It was littered with all sorts of junk. Broken appliances, used furniture, and dismantled vehicles. Piled up until it made hills of junk that spread out almost half of the coastline. According to the news, the trash came from overseas that was carried by the waves and beached here in the park. But Clark suspected that most of the trash here was from the locals, making this place a big garbage disposal. He was disappointed that the officials of the city didn't have a sort of drive or a campaign to clean up the trash. Clark decided to take matters in his own hands and do it in the ol' fashioned Smallville way: Community Service.

Clark trekked down the steps towards the park. When he reached the bottom, he grabbed the steel wagon that he took from the heap of trash he cleaned up last month. Inside the wagon there are two pairs of gloves two and trash pickers in case of sharp metal pieces. Clark doesn't want to get cuts on his fingers again. He was no longer "The Man of Steel". In this world, he was just a human. No more Superman. Clark stopped his tracks and pondered on his thoughts. A world without Superman…

Clark shook his head. He reassured himself that this world had enough heroes going around. If he was being honest, he liked being human for once. Living a life without worrying about breaking something or losing control of his powers. A life that he wished for when he was a struggling kid back in Smallville. Though his abilities would've been useful when cleaning the beach park.

Clark continued to walk towards a small heap of trash. He grabbed a pair of gloves from the wagon and put them in his hands. He began to pick up the microwave oven from the pile and placed it in the wagon. He slowly made his way to smaller objects as he collected more trash from the pile.

"You startin' without me, nerd?" a slightly gruff voice asked.

Clark turned around. He saw Katsuki Bakugo walking towards him. The short, spiky, dirty blond teen stood a few inches taller than Clark. He wore a black tank top, showing off his muscular build, and his fair skin covered in sweat. His hands are hidden inside the pockets of his black joggers. His white rubber shoes crunched the sand in every step he made. His sharp eyes with bright red color stared back at Clark's.

"You're up early," Katsuki said.

"Yeah, couldn't go back to sleep," Clark replied with a smile. "Why not start the day by being productive, y'know?"

Katsuki grunted in agreement. He grabbed the extra pair of gloves hanging from the wagon's handles and slid it on both of his hands. He started picking up trash from the pile where Clark was working on.

"You're also up earlier than usual," Clark started. "You're getting ready for UA exams?"

Katsuki looked at Clark with a smug smile.

"Hell yeah, I am," Katsuki said. "I'm gonna show those losers at Aldera who's the real number one!"

Katsuki balled his right hand into a fist, his fist slamming into the palm of his left hand and gave Clark a manic grin. Clark chuckled and gave Katsuki a winced smile. He noticed that Katsuki's gloves started to smoke.

"All right, hotshot," Clark said. "Don't get too excited or you'll have to buy another set of gloves."

Katsuki smile wavered a bit and looked down at his hands. He closed his fist for a moment and opened them again, extinguishing the smoke. His eyes darted back to Clark with a raised brow.

"How 'bout you?" Katsuki started. "What high school are you applying to?"

"Well… I haven't decided which school I'm picking," Clark said as chucked a scrap to the wagon.

"Why not in UA?"

Clark then glanced over to Katsuki and gave him a quizzical look.

"Didn't you say you wanted to be the only kid who entered UA from our school?" Clark asked.

Katsuki's frame jerked for a second. He tried not to make eye contact with Clark and proceeded to chuck a few scraps to the wagon.

"That was a long time ago," he quickly said. "Plus, you're going to the General Education course or something. So, I'll still be the only one from that dumb school to get into UA's Hero course."

Clark let out a sly grin.

"Oh my," Clark said in a dramatic tone. "Is Bakugo Katsuki starting to like me?"

Katsuki quickly turned towards Clark with a glare. His cheeks had a slight tint of red and his teeth gritted furiously.

"Screw you, Deku!" he shouted. "I hope you have a hard time lookin' for a new school!"

Katsuki furiously grabbed some more scraps from the trash pile and shoved it into the wagon almost toppling it.

Clark let out a chuckle.

"Alright, alright. The wagon's already full," he said.

Clark grabbed the steering handle and started to pull the wagon towards the stairway. It was heavy, but Katsuki also grabbed the steering handle and pulled the wagon beside Clark.

"So," Clark started. "What type of hero you wanted to be?"

Katsuki looked towards Clark with his usual scowl turned to a raised brow. He then looked back ahead and hummed for a moment.

"Easy," he started. "A hero that always wins every battle no matter what."

"That's fair," Clark said. "Imagine if you didn't, then more people will get hurt."

"You better belive it!" Katsuki excitedly said. "The top dogs can't afford to lose, so that's why I'm aiming to surpass All Might!"

Clark chuckled.

"I'm sure you will, Katsuki."

"What about you?" Katsuki said as he looked back at Clark. "If you had a Quirk, what type of hero wanted to be?"

"A hero that will help as many people as they can." Clark said as he looked at Katsuki with a smile.

Katsuki snickered.

"You're such a boy scout, Deku."

"I'm not lying," Clark said. "And even without a Quirk I still want to help people no matter what."

"How would you do that?" Katsuki asked with a curios tone.

"Well," Clark started. "I'm planning on taking Investigative Journalism in college. That way I could write stories that will help fight for truth and justice."

"That's what All Might would've want, right?" Clark said as he nudged Katsuki's arm.

Katsuki responded with a hum. Clark looked at Katsuki who was just staring down at the sand as they continued walking. Clark could feel that there was tension between them, but it was not as bad as back then. He didn't know what it was all about, but one thing for sure is that Katsuki is trying to be better.

As they reached the bottom of the steps, they halted their tracks and stared at the flights of stairs in front of them.

"And here comes the hard part," Clark said.

Katsuki groaned in response.

Inko waited as the salmon continued to sizzle in the pan. She was preparing a simple grilled salmon, a bowl of rice, and with a side of miso soup for breakfast. She adjusted the sleeves of her white sweater that covered her slim frame. She also wore her pink pajama bottoms and her white house slippers. Inko turned off the heat and left the salmon to sizzle in the pan for a moment. She went up to a small pot and opened the lid. She was met with an aroma of boiling miso. She grabbed the ladle and stirred the miso for a few seconds.

Inko looked up at the clock hanging above the kitchen. It was 6:35 in the morning. She didn't know what time Izuku left, but all she knew was he would be with Katsuki at the Takoba beach cleaning up the trash. She doesn't know how to feel towards Katsuki, especially when he bullied her son when they found out that he was Quirkless. She couldn't forget the day Izuku went home with bruises. Izuku told her that Katsuki used his Quirk on a defenseless boy in the playground. But her son was the only one who stood up against Katsuki, her Quirkless son among others. She tried to talk to Katsuki's parents which seemed like good people to Inko, but even the Bakugos were having trouble with Katsuki's attitude.

This went on for a couple of years until they started middle school. Until Izuku told her that Katsuki began talking to him again, but a bit more reserved than usual. He also started sitting next to Izuku and would eat with him during lunch breaks. Katsuki would invite him for a study session at his house and talk about new pro heroes. And surprisingly, he would ward off other kids who would try to bully her son. Maybe it was the fact that her son never gave up on the explosive boy.

Izuku was a bit of an anomaly for Inko. Ever since he was little, Inko can feel that Izuku was a bit mature for his age. She remembered the time when the doctor rudely told Izuku to give up on becoming a hero because of being Quirkless. But her Izuku just stood and said "no". Inko felt that whatever the world throws at her boy, Izuku will remain unwavering and optimistic. He was able to see the good in things even through the roughest of times. She couldn't believe that she raised such a boy. Izuku was a blessing to her life.

Inko heard the door being unlocked. She then turned to her pot of miso and turned off the heat. She then grabbed a small bowl and started filling it up with miso soup. She heard the door being opened.

"I'm home!" Izuku called out.

"Just in time for breakfast!" Inko gleefully announced.

Inko then placed the two small bowls of soup at the dining table. She then went back to grab the plated grilled salmon. Izuku hummed as he smelled the aroma around the kitchen. He sat down at the other end on the dining table and Inko placed his salmon right in front of him.

"Grilled salmon and miso soup," Izuku mused.

"I'll be back with your rice bowl, sweety," Inko said.

"Thanks, Mom!"

Inko walked over to the rice cooker, and she pressed the button to open the lid. She then grabbed two bowls and started scooping rice into one of them.

"By the way, Mom," Izuku started. "When will Dad get home from the States?"

"Your father said he'll be home when your school year ends," she said as she moved to another bowl to fill up with rice. "He said he'll be back at work once you started high school."

"Good to know. He needs the break, especially for workaholic like him." Izuku said.

"You're one to talk," Inko teased. "You and your father had a lot in common than you think."

Izuku nervously chuckled, followed up with a scratch on the back of his head.

"So, how's the trash cleaning with Katsuki?" Inko asked.

"Oh!" Izuku excitedly exclaimed. "We were able to clean out one pile this morning."

"That's sounds quite a lot. How close are you two in completely cleaning up the beach?"

"Not… close," Izuku winced a bit.

"But we'll get there eventually!" he said in an instant.

Inko walked over to the table holding two bowls of rice. She sat down on her seat and set the bowls in their respective places. They both grabbed their chopsticks and dug into their salmon.

"You know," Inko started. "When you first told me that you and Katsuki are cleaning the trash pile from Takoba, I thought it will be impossible for you two to clean all that."

"Some things may seem impossible," Izuku started. "But with enough hard work and a little help, nothing's impossible."

Inko chuckled.

"And there's the ol' Izuku optimism," Inko said with a proud smile.

"Now finish your food so you can get ready for school, alright?" Inko said.

"Yes, ma'am," Izuku replied with a smile as he continued to eat his breakfast.

It was 7:30 in the morning. Clark walked down the streets of Musutafu, wearing his all-black middle school uniform, shouldering a blue backpack, and wearing his typical red shoes which have dusted some sand off it. As he continued to walk, he noticed a crowd forming a few feet from him.

Curious, Clark walked up to the crowd to see what the commotion was about, until he saw a large man standing on top of the train station, roughly around eighth to ten feet tall based on where Clark was standing and has a beastly appearance. His face looked like a mash up between a horse and a shark, oddly enough he reminded Clark of King Shark from his previous world. The large man sported a long, dark brown dreadlocks and a reddish-brown beard around his jaw. The man wore a pair of blue jeans and what seemed to be a black shirt, with the sleeves ripped off and the front of the shirt torn open. Clark guessed that this man's Quirk was a transformation type.

Another man, regular sized, wearing dark blue tights, a wooden mask, knee pads and boots, as well as bundle of roses hanging from the side of his wooden belt. The man soared above the larger man; long branches of wood shot out from the man's bark-like arms which clung unto the metal poles nearby. Clark knew about this man. Kamui Woods was his name. A young hero who was rising through the ranks and becoming a fan favorite among the people.

Clark heard a loud whooping from his left. It came from a large group of women who held their phones out either taking a picture or recording the whole ordeal.

"Go get 'im, Kamui!"

"I love you!"

"Marry me!"

Kamui Woods used his momentum to swing himself towards his large opponent. The giant roared in response and swung wildly at the young hero. Kamui Woods was able to weave himself away from the wild swing, but the attack was directed towards a metal support beam holding up the wires above the railway. The giant knocked off a large piece of it, falling towards the onlookers right below it.

As the crowd began to panic, a muscular figure sped towards the falling debris and caught it with his bare hands. The man was tall, he had a square jaw, and a short white hair that spiked out behind his head. He wore a big headgear with a yellow and black striped caution design, which matches his thick wrist guards and the belt around his waist. He also wore a cyan-colored cardigan that exposes his lower torso and the center of his pecs, which is secured onto his chest on either side by little metal nuts. His jeans are dark blue with a white stripe down each side and fit him somewhat baggy and wore a simple pair of black shoes.

Clark knew the newcomer as the Punching Hero: Death Arms. He was impressed by the hero's quick reflexes. All he knew about Death Arms is that he had a sort of arm strength Quirk. He might've trained his body to peak condition as well as his mental strength to pull off that stunt.

A line of water suddenly formed right in front of the crowd. Some part of the line formed a circular shape with an 'x' in the middle of it.

"Everyone, please stay back!"

Clark looked at the source of the water construct came from and found a man dressed in a sort of firefighter's garb. He wore a red water tank on his back and a thin canon strapped on his left shoulder. He also wore a white mask with a single orange bead embedded into the center, which Clark thought that it could possibly be his eye. He had taps for hands with circular wrist-guards just behind their openings, red valves over the top, a pair of similar kneepads on his legs, and a pair of yellow sneakers.

Clark recognized the new hero as Backdraft. He was a water specialist which is another term for hydrokinesis. Clark wondered if Backdraft could shape the water into weapons just like Kaldur'ahm.

"This area is far too dangerous!" Backdraft commanded.

"This guy must be desperate to go "full monster" on the middle of the city?" said the man in front of Clark.

Another man in a suit turned to the bystander who spoke up beside him.

"You know what happened?"

"Just some amateur," the man replied. "Stole someone's bag and got himself cornered."

"With a quirk like that and he's just a petty thief?"

Clark can't help but agree. With a power like that, he could be beneficial in stopping crisis and help people in need. But he knew he couldn't ignore the factor on why the man was in this kind of path. Maybe he had a bad upbringing, got into all sorts of trouble during his youth. Or maybe he was affected by Quirk discrimination, where mutant-type Quirk users were being prejudiced because of the way they look. Clark can't help but frown on that idea. One of the things that Clark couldn't tolerate was discrimination and it seemed that no matter what world he ends up in, it always exists.

Clark knew the feeling of people being frightened for who you are, especially when you have God-like powers. But that didn't stop him from fighting for a world where individuals like him can be accepted by the people he swore to protect. But Clark was able to achieve that dream, where people like Martian Manhunter, Flash, Wonder Woman and other Metahumans and Extraterrestrials were accepted by the people of his world. Clark couldn't help but stare into his hands and thought that if he had his powers, maybe he could do the same for the people of this world. Clark couldn't help but feel powerless.

The sound of concrete being smashed snapped Clark from his thoughts. He saw Kamui Woods leaping from where the giant brought down his fists to the concrete railing of the rail way. Kamui Woods landed on top of the train in a crouching position.

"Assault, robbery, and the illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic," Kamui Woods listed.

He brought up his right wooden arm and branches started to sprout all over it like tentacles.

"You are the incarnation of evil!" Kamui Woods declared.

Clark couldn't help but chuckle. The declaration reminded him of Shinning Knight, a man from the time of King Arthur's Court and eventually survived into the 20th century. He could safely say that Sir Justin was even cheesier than he ever was since he had a knack for the dramatics.

"Preemptive Binding…" Kamui Woods started as he brought back his branched-out arm.

"… Lacquer Chain Prison!" Kamui Woods declared as he shot out his branches towards the large villain.

"Canyon Canon!"

A giant woman, roughly around sixty feet tall, gave the large villain a flying kick square at his jaw. The villain was sent crashing down into an empty street and laid there unconscious. The giant woman landed right by the villain's feet, standing over him. Everyone at the scene stared in shock at the newcomer, including Clark. The woman had a creamy blond hair that reached down to her waist and two strands of her hair were curled, framing her face. She wore a purple domino mask with horn-like protrusions on the sides. Her mask framed her purple eyes with white pupils and elegantly long eyelashes. The woman's costume was made of a purple and pale tan-colored skintight bodysuit, which framed her curves as well as orange stripes accented in some parts of it.

The woman carefully strolled to the side of the villain. She turned around and crouched, sticking her butt out as she picked up the villain by the sleeve of his pants.

"Today is the day of my debut!" she said in a slight seductive tone.

The large woman turned her head towards the crowd with a smile.

"My name is Mt. Lady, a pleasure to make your ass-quaitance!" Mt. Lady said with a wink as well as sticking out her butt more with a slight wiggle.

Clark couldn't help but cringe at the sight before him. The young heroine reminded him of Booster Gold when he was just starting out, a hero who does what he does for fame and money. Unfortunately, there are a lot of heroes that are "Booster Gold" types running around. But in this world, being a hero is also considered as a job, especially with a whole hero-system in play.

There's a reason why Clark turned down Captain Atom's offer of joining him to serve under the US government. He understood the importance of serving one's country, but Clark does it by protecting the people and not being a pawn to a high authority. Especially the ones who will do anything to achieve their goals, even if it means good people getting hurt in the process. Clark had little knowledge about the Hero Public Safety Commission. All he knew is that they are responsible for giving heroes their license to do their duties, but Clark hoped that the organization wasn't run by Luthor or Waller types.

"I take it you're not a fan of her?"

Clark broke from his stupor and looked towards whoever spoke up. He saw a short, stocky, bald man, seemed to be in his mid-forties. The most notable feature on the man was a four-sided star protruding out in both sides of his head as well as on top.

"You had the that frown after she introduced herself," the man said.

"Oh," Clark said and let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry. I guess I kinda figured out that she knows exactly what she was doing."

They both looked towards Mt. Lady, who was posing seductively in front of a large crowd of men taking pictures of her.

"Point taken," the man said with a chuckle.

"But I'm willing to give her a benefit of a doubt, she's just starting after all," Clark said with a smile.

"Ah," the man mused. "You're one of those "true believers" of heroism, huh?"

"Something like that," Clark said as he scratched the back of his head.

"And let me guess," the man started. "You're planning on becoming a hero, right?"

"If I want to become the first Quirkless hero, then maybe," Clark said with a smile.

"Wait, really?" the man said in shock.

Clark let out a chuckle.

"No," he said. "But I'm still going to help people in my own way."

The man gave Clark a hefty laugh and then gave him a genuine smile.

"You seemed like a good kid," the man said. "I wish you luck in your endeavors. But you should get going, or you'll be late for school."

"Oh!" Clark quickly realized and looked at his watch. "It's 7:50! I gotta go!"

Clark started running towards the direction of Aldera Junior High. He looked back and waved at the man he chatted with.

"Thank you for the chat! Take care!"

Clark continued running with a smile on his face. All he thought about at that moment was that he might not be able to do Superman stuff, but who's stopping Quirkless Deku from trying?

Author's Note:

So that is all! I hope you enjoyed your read.

While waiting on the next chapter, why not go check out my other fic? It's a crossover between Adventure Time and Superman entitled: "Adventure Time With Superman: Year 1".

I hope you'll like that fic as well :)