"Let's face it, Inko. Our son is done for life. We can't enroll him into fucking Celestial Hero Institute, which means we can't get any money from him, at least not until he is eighteen!" Five year old Izuku Midoriya heard screams coming from the kitchen, as he played with his toys. "It's all your fucking fault, you whore. I bet he isn't even my kid to begin with! He should have developed a powerful quirk the moment he turned five!

He tried to keep playing with his dinosaur, however, the screams were all too loud and impossible to ignore. Mom had told him last time not to be nosy and to "mind his own fucking business", but he would make sure they didn't find out he was actively listening to them arguing again, as he approached the kitchen to get a look into what was happening.

He arrived just in time to watch his mother hit his father over the head using a wooden spoon, and Izuku stepped back instinctively.

"A whore? I didn't fucking sleep with anybody but you, you fucking prick! Why can't you accept this goddamn failure of a son is as yours as it is mine? Izuku is a waste, yes, he is, but we can keep trying until we get a powerful one with a good quirk!" Mom yelled, as dad took away the spoon from her with one quick and rough movement.

Izuku felt a sharp sting in his heart as he understood he was being blamed for lacking a quirk. Quirkless, they had called him at school, laughing as Izuku kept insisting one day he would manifest one.

He knew it was his fault, and wished he could just develop a quirk, anything, just so he could look at his parents and make them as proud as they were the day he turned five.

"Keep trying? He is quirkless, for fuck's sake. Our bloodline is ruined already, woman!" Dad screamed, and as he approached mom with clearly bad intentions, Izuku stepped in between them as he ran.

"Please, don't hurt each other... Please don't fight. I'll be a good boy, I promise. I'll try harder to get a quirk, I'll do anything. Please, just don't fight anymore!" Izuku begged, tears streaming down his face as he anxiously waited for a reaction from both.

"You piece of shit! Don't come here like I am some weak person that needs to be helped! It's all your fault these bills keep piling up!" Mom kicked him in the face, and Izuku fell to the ground with a thud.

He had been expecting such a reaction from mom, but as he clutched his nose and found blood, he couldn't help but feel relief.

"You... stopped fighting," Izuku murmured from where he was laying in the kitchen. "I did something good."

"What did you say, boy?" Dad asked, as he approached him, his boots creating heavy footsteps.

"I-I just wanted you both to stop fighting... I thought if I said something, you would listen... I'm sorry if I made things worse... Please, I just want you both to be okay..." He stammered, as father loomed over him.

"I'll give you a reason to be truly sorry!"

And then, the kicking came. Several kicks to the face, to his groin and limbs, as Izuku tried to shield himself with his tiny hands from his fetal position. Desperate for it to end, Izuku sent a pleading gaze towards mom, but she was in shock, all she could do was stare as dad was beating Izuku to death.

As she got out of the shock, she realized she needed to do something, or her son would be murdered by the hands of her partner. In an attempt to stop Hisashi from beating Izuku to death, she jumped onto him and started pulling his hair off in an attempt to get him away from his partner, but it only worsened his dad's berserker state, as he was only more angered from her desperate attempt to save her child.

As Izuku's life started fading away from the blood loss and all his broken bones, he tried to mutter words, but he was unable to. His blood covered vision only let him watch the now covered in blood face of his dad and he could perceive how his blood was splattering all over not only him but his mom.

Izuku thought "I guess that's it, what a way to leave this horrible life", and as he prepared himself to die, a light emerged from his hands, which were now burning, and an intense wave of heat came from them.

Before five and a half years old Izuku could realize what happened, it all went black.

Mitsuki Bakugo heard the blast, and immediately called an ambulance, and just to be safe, she also dialed the pro-heroes, just in case there was someone trapped in the debris. As she rushed to her neighbor's house, she wondered what could have happened. It was a well-known fact among the neighbors that the Midoriya's fought all the time, to the point one of the neighbors had been worried for Inko Midoriya's safety and called the cops, which didn't cause any effect as Inko seemingly refused to press charges against her husband.

Mitsuki often worried for Izuku's safety, as she always thought about how stressful it must be for the little boy's mental health to grow up in such a toxic environment. She always had hoped Katsuki could play the role of the supporting friend for him.

She puts her thoughts aside as she found that the house had seemingly been partially destroyed, (it was a very small house), revealing a messy kitchen... and a corpse. Running, Mitsuki found Izuku's body. She quickly checked for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when she found a very faint one. His body and face were so battered it was clear someone had given him a long and painful beating.

Mitsuki felt furious. Hisashi could have done this, or maybe even the cold hearted Inko could have done it.

She heard sirens approaching, and she quickly went to explain to the rescue workers the situation.

As the workers carefully put Izuku's body on the carrier, Mitsuki felt increasingly worried. Where were the bastards that had beaten up little Izuku so badly?

Izuku woke up to the light of a lamp hanging on the ceiling. As he expected to feel pain, he moved his arms, but only found that he was completely healed.

He recognized this place as the room of a hospital. It was time to find where was mo- Izuku screamed in shock, as memories washed over him. There had been an explosion! Remembering the heat that came from his palms, Izuku realized that he had finally manifested his quirk... but... what had happened next?

"Is everything ok?" A red headed woman asked kindly.

"Where is my mom?" Izuku asked frantically, as he hopped down the bed.

"Hold on there, little one! Let me get you with a police officer. He will ask you some questions, since we haven't been able to locate your parents..." she stopped at Izuku's distraught face. "Don't worry, albeit it's a bit strange we couldn't manage to communicate with them, it still happens rarely! Look, I will be back in a second..."

"Did something happen to my house?" He knew it was a strange and sudden question, but, what if he had created a fire in the house and trapped his parents inside of it?

"Well... half of it blew up from what I was told, but sweetheart, no one was found injured besides you and" But Izuku wasn't listening anymore.

His parents had been right there with him.

If the house blew up, it meant that his parents did too.

Izuku had killed them.

The nurse watched puzzled, how the boy started to pull his own hair as he screamed unintelligent words and proceeded to bang his head on the wall.

The nurse reacted then, gently taking the child's wrists and holding his hands.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

But the kid didn't answer, as he stood still and continued to silently cry.

Izuku had finally explained to the police officer what had happened; the beating, the explosion that had blown up his house and consequently killed his parents. He expected the officer to cuff him, but it didn't happen.

Instead, he was told to wait inside the room.

"Kid murdered his parents by using his quirk in self-defense. They beat the shit out of him too, and we have a witness that said that the parents used to fight all the time. It's good that you arrived, we really need child protective services for this case. Kid is only five and by what I spoke to him, he seems to be in a rough mental state. He claims he didn't use his quirk on purpose, that it just happened, which must be true since the first time a five-year old's power manifests, they lack control over it." Ayaka Tanaka listened carefully to the police officer, as he gave her documents.

Tanaka, a worker of child protective services, knew that her eyes were sparkling with interest as she read about the kid's quirk, which had been named Corrosive fire.

- The user can produce intense fire without effort.

- Izuku's flames could not only burn but also corrode metal and stone.

- Its limits and drawbacks must be tested, since the user didn't receive any consequence from the use.

This was the perfect case for the Celestial hero institute. Foster care wouldn't be able to contain the kid's power, and he could become a wonderful hero in the meantime. She had heard great reviews from the place.

Her work was done here.

"Pack your stuff" a man ordered him, as they both stood outside Izuku's home after he escorted him back home, which would no longer be his, since he was aware that he was about to move to an institute where they welcomed "kids like him", the child protective services lady had told him.

Did they welcome kids that had murdered their parents? His mind wondered, and he pushed the thought aside. All he knew about the place was that it was named the Celestial Hero Institute, and that his parents always wanted to enroll him there so he could make them proud.

"Hurry up kid, we got to go to the institute quickly." The unnamed man (who hadn't bothered to present himself) in a suit hurried him, as if Izuku wasn't going to say goodbye to his lifelong home, in fact, to the entire life he had known.

Izuku listened, however, and quickly grabbed all his clothes and his most beloved toys while the unnamed person waited for him outside the shattered house.

He tried to push out of his memory the image of the destroyed kitchen on one side, as he hurried as much as he could; he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, as he fought to leave behind memories of all his limbs being kicked mercilessly.

"That was really fast" the guy commented as he led him back to the car.

Izuku followed the broad man, who carried his small suitcase, to a gigantic and elegant building.

The entrance of the building was imposing due to the enormous white pillars that marked the building's structure. In this entrance loomed the name "CELESTIAL HERO INSTITUTE", written in fancy letters on the top.

However, Izuku stared at the floor, fidgeting with his hands. He couldn't care less about the place he was going. Nothing could bring mom back, mom, who had defended him from dad's beatings.

He carried their deaths with him.

Suddenly, the man halted and talked to the receptionist. Izuku couldn't care less about their conversation, so he was surprised when a young woman appeared and took the suitcase from the unnamed man and told him to follow him. Nonetheless, he did exactly so, as he set his gaze on his own shoes, refusing to look to the elegant lobby.

"Izuku-chan, we are going to take a picture of you! Please let the hairdressers do their work. We want you to look your best for this picture." She told him, and Izuku nodded absently, without looking at her. "Please take a seat".

Izuku sat in the chair, which was placed in front of a long mirror which took all the space on the wall, which was large as well, since the size of the room was impressive on its own, considering it only served the purpose of stylizing people, if the mirror and all the makeup in the table were enough of a sign.

Two women and a man came in, and as they said hi, they seemed to be analyzing Izuku's face at the same time.

Why are they staring at me? Izuku asked himself.

Before he could say anything, the hairdressers started arguing with each other.

"I say we need to cut his hair, to give him a more polished look." A white woman with dark hair said.

"I mean, his hair is clearly a signature." The male hairdresser replied with a pensive air. "A kid with cute locks on? It will surely give him popularity when we try to broadcast him online when he is ready for it. We could cut it, but not too short." Izuku wondered what they meant by broadcasting him online: was he going to be on YouTube for some reason? Why? He should be in jail right now.

As the women agreed with the man, he started to cut his hair without speaking to Izuku, who for once felt curious enough to ask a question.

"Why does my appearance matter so much?" The man seemed surprised at the question, but quickly replied with a firm voice:

"We are going to take a picture of you. It will be shown to the media... It's a process some special kids like you go through when they enter our institute. It will be posted on the internet, so people can know of your achievement here" the man explained.

Why did they treat him like he had done something good? It all felt like a huge and cruel irony, the idea of himself being worthy of positive attention, such as a picture and an article on the internet broadcasting him in a good light... It all felt like a bad prank.

However, he kept quiet. He wasn't going to tell a random man about the fact that he was a monster who killed his own mom, the only person to protect him from dad.

But why was he quiet? He could tell them the truth, the fact that he was a murderer. Did he still have a desire for acceptance, even if it was clear he didn't deserve any?

They deserved to know who they were dealing with.

"Mom and dad died because of my quirk. Why are you acting like I am a good boy?" He murmured, loud enough to be heard over all the noise going on.

There was a silence as their argument came to a stop.

"Kid... that was quite a dark joke!" The male hairdresser said, laughing nervously.

"Yeah, way to attempt to enlighten the mood, kiddo." One of the women, a dark-skinned middle-aged one, said as she smiled "We know you must be nervous, but you should probably attempt to do lighter jokes!"

"But I did really kill my parents." Izuku insisted, feeling a strange mix of guilt, surprise at their disbelief (did no one tell them?) and deep shame.

The three hairdressers laughed openly now.

"He is quite the funny kid. Maybe we should add that trait to the article." One of them said.

How come no one warned them about himself? Izuku felt tears gather in his eyes

He was openly crying now.

"Oh god, someone get him a tissue! We can't have him looking so sad in the picture!" The white female hairdresser said, alarmed. "Look kid, I don't know why you're crying, but you must stop now. You'll thank us later."

Izuku cried harder.

"FROM DEEPLY FELT TRAGEDY TO THE LIGHT: Izuku Midoriya has been enrolled in the Celestial Hero Institute!

In a remarkable turn of events, Midoriya Izuku has been discovered by the prestigious and famous institute, showing resilience despite his tragic past. The young boy who was forced to use his quirk to survive from his parents, abusers who subjected their child to pain every day, is set for the hardworking path of being a hero!

The kid's case has garnered a lot of attention on the internet, as he is regarded as a hero after saving himself from his parents, in a tragic situation that no child should have been put in, which sadly resulted in the death of both of his parents, who couldn't face justice.

The Celestial Hero Institute, guilty of awesomeness after having created so many popular and strong heroes, has taken the boy under their wing at his young age; most children enter such institute after a long quirk assessment session and..."

Enji Todoroki read the article as he ate breakfast with his son Shouto and wife Rei. The table was in a tense silence after he had told his wife and kid to stop laughing and to shut up so he could concentrate.

Enji decided to break the silence and teach the boy a lesson, as he started to read the article's title outloud and its first paragraph.

"You should be more like this young boy, Shouto. He faced a tragedy, yet he still managed to get into the Celestial Hero Institute without breaking a sweat. He is set to be a hero and he is your own damn age, Shouto, and you're too much of a weakling to actually train without breaking down." He said harshly, and tossed the paper in front of Shouto, who, for fuck's sake, flinched. Why was his son such a sissy? Endeavor asked himself, frustrated, as he stood up. He couldn't withstand the sight of his family, not right now.

"I expect you to teach our damned son to be a true man while I am gone to my patrol, woman!" He yelled as he raised his fist in the air as a threat towards his spouse.

The angry man left the room, leaving Rei and five year old Shouto on their own.

As awkward silence took over, Shouto decided he wanted to see his mom smile like she was before the old man interrupted them.

Shouto stood up, puffing his chest out in an exaggerated manner, raising a small fist in the air as he yelled in his childish voice:

"I expect you to make me a sandwich, woman!" He then pretended to storm out of the room dramatically, mimicking his father's angry exit, with his fists in the air.

Rei couldn't help but to laugh.

"You're so funny, my Shouto. You're nothing like your father." In the Todoroki's house, that was a praise.

That made Shouto smile brightly, proud of making mom happy again.

As they finished breakfast, Shouto kept reading the article, and saw the picture of the boy who he had been compared to before. He had short green locks as a hairstyle and a kimono that looked fancy on, but to Shouto, his eyes seemed incredibly sad.

"The boy looks like he has been crying in the picture, mom." He commented. "I think that institute must be terrible!" Shouto said his opinion, knowing that mom used to like it when he voiced his thoughts.

"Oh dear, I am relieved I convinced your father not to enroll you there. I am sure they must train these kids so hard, even if they are so little... There are so many rumors of the adults there training the kids until they pass out, but they're all shut down because after all, they deny it or people justify it because in the end they are great heroes" She spoke, a sad look on her face. "These poor children... I see they also have no qualms over forcing a kid to get his picture taken." She shook her head. "This is why you must guide yourself by your own opinions, Shouto. All these adults, they have no idea what they're saying sometimes."

Shouto went on to watch TV, the memory of sad eyes chasing him.