Welcome to the second chapter of this story. Thanks for all the reviews and feedback. In this chapter, we get to see what Izuku's classmates think about his quirk and how powerful it is. Then we get to see how the family dynamic of the Sutāku family changes.

And as before I do not own any rights to Marvel or MY HERO ACADEMIA or any of their characters.

With that let's begin

Over the weekend, Izuku tried to experiment with his quirk. He tried complex things like turning on and off electronics from a distance to more simple things like recharging dead batteries. Yet nothing worked, but Izuku didn't get discouraged, he kept his hopes high, but then the weekend was over and he went back to school. As Homeroom started, Izuku was called to the front of the classroom. He was asked to demonstrate his quirk, though after a few moments, Izuku couldn't think of anything. Then he recalled how the doctor had shown how he was able to recharge a phone.

Izuku turned and looked at his teacher and asked for her phone. She gave a confused thought, but withdrew her phone and handed it to Izuku. Izuku turned it on and saw it was low on power, perfect to show off his quirk. He held up the phone as if presenting it at an expo then pressed his fingers into the back of the wireless charger. After a few seconds, the phone turned on, showing that it was charged, more than that the phone was charging quickly and within a few seconds reached 100%.

Izuku then quickly withdrew his phone from the back of the phone, then handed it back to his teacher. She looked over the phone and saw it was fully charged, "Oh I must have forgotten to plug it in last night."

"So you can control electricity." Izuku's best friend Bakugo said.

"Yeah, can you shoot out electricity?" A kid asked.

Izuku shook his head, "The doctor states that I won't be able to naturally produce lightning, though my quirk is more powerful than most electric based quirks."

Bakugo laughed, "What's the point of having a powerful quirk if you can't use it. You're just a large battery then." The rest of the class began laughing along with Bakugo, "You have such a useless quirk. I would rather be quirkless, then you would have an excuse for being so useless. There is no way you can become a hero with a quirk you can't use."

Izuku looked over the class as they began to laugh. Izuku thought about what the doctor had said, he was able to produce more electricity than most electric base quirks ever could. Yet there was no way for him to discharge his quirk, so maybe Bakugou was right. If he couldn't use it, then he wouldn't be able to become a hero.

Izuku let out a small sigh as his head and shoulders dropped. He somberly walked back to his desk and sat down. He put his arms on the desk and used them to cover the majority of his face as he looked up at the board.

"Thank you for that demonstration of your quirk, Izuku." The teacher said, making no note of the harassment from the other kids. Izuku didn't pay attention to the rest of the class, just sat wallowing in his own self-pity. He sat alone at lunch, not listening to anyone talk about him. He only listened in class, not answering any of the questions. Once the bell had rung, Izuku quietly got his materials in his backpack, and then quickly walked out of the school.

He said nothing as Inko drove him home and he headed directly for his room. He sat on his bed, his All Might blanket covering him. He was crying when a knock came on the door, "Are you feeling alright Izuku?" His mom asked.

"Why is my quirk so useless?" Izuku cried from under his blanket. Inko took in a sharp breath, it was clear his quirk demonstration hadn't ended on a good note. Inko slowly opened the door, to see her son sitting on his bed with the blinds closed. It was a complete 180 from how he normally acted, school must have been really harsh.

"Izuku, honey, your quirk is not useless. It's powerful and I'm sure that one day you'll achieve great things with it. Your quirk might not be as straightforward as others, but I'm sure you'll find a way to use it. Look at Whiplash" Inko knew he wasn't exactly the best hero to use for an example, but he was the first one she thought of, "His quirk doesn't allow him to shoot out lightning, but he uses equipment to defeat villains."

That did little to cheer up Izuku, as he just covered himself more with his covers. Inko took a small shallow breath as she walked over to Izuku's bed and sat down next to her son. Then as she began rubbing circles on his back she said, "I have faith in your Izuku. You'll find a way to become a great hero." Inko continued to try and comfort her son until it was time for her to start dinner. Dinner brought a small smile to Izuku, but after the table was cleared up, he quickly disappeared back into his room.

Izuku sat on his bed, with his door cracked so he could hear his mother and father talk.

"So I take it that his demonstration didn't do so well," Hisashi said as he cleared the plates from the table and took them over to the sink. He began rinsing them off until he noticed the downtrodden look on Inko's face.

"Kids really don't have any filter, they are even worse than alcoholics." Inko said and Hisashi chuckled. Inko threw a damp towel at her husband, "Hisashi, I'm being serious. Izuku has only had his quirk for a bit and he's always thinking it's useless."

Hisashi walked over to his wife and hugged her from behind, "Come on, Izuku is a smart kid and he's always talking about how much he wants to become a hero. I'm sure he'll find a way and you and I will always be there to help him out. I had some calls back from some of my old colleagues, they all have promise and they love a good challenge. It doesn't matter how long or how hard it is, I will help our son become a hero."

At that point, Izuku got up and walked over to his door. He closed it and then walked back to his bed. Izuku slipped back under the cover and soon was falling asleep, with the hope that tomorrow was going to be better. Unfortunately, the next day was not that good, from the moment Izuku stepped into school to the moment Izuku left for home, he was constantly made fun of for his quote-on-quote useless quirk.

And that's how the following week, then a month then two months went by. The only light Izuku had in his day-to-day life was when Hisashi was home in time for dinner. After dinner was cleaned up, Hisashi would bring Izuku into the master room and show him what he and his colleague had been working on.

Yet even that didn't last long. As the years came and went, Hisashi was making it home for dinner less and less. And at some point, Izuku couldn't remember when, but Hisashi began coming home less and less. It became more and more common that Hisashi would only call home and inform Inko and Izuku of any progress he had made. Izuku would hang onto every word his father said, but soon those phone calls stopped. Only leaving Izuku to wonder what had happened to his father and with Izuku's fragile mind he couldn't help but think what everyone was saying was true.

He had a powerful but useless quirk. One that Izuku would never be able to become a hero with. Was that why his father had abandoned Izuku and Inko, with all he had done to help Izuku become a hero? Had Hisashi learned the truth that everyone seemed to know, Izuku could never become a hero. And it seemed Inko saw Hisashi's act as abandonment too, as eventually she took down all the photos of Hisashi and switched back to her maiden name. Izuku couldn't help but think that was all because of his quirk. If only he had been born with a quirk he was actually about to use.

Over the coming years, hearing less from his father and hearing more from his classmates, Izuku began to become depressed. He barely talked in class and would only give quick responses when called on. Mainly keeping to himself, writing in his journals for future hero analysis. At home it wasn't any better, he would board himself in his room. He always claimed he was working on homework, but with his intelligence, he easily finished any assignment he was given. Through all this, Izuku tried to hold out hope that one day Hisashi would come home, but the only clue he was still alive was that Inko received monthly checks to take care of the bills.

Until one day the checks stopped and Inko received the worst noise of her life. Izuku had gone off to school, and Inko had spent her time cleaning the house. She had just finished the living room when a knock came from the door. Inko flickered the towel over her shoulder, then headed over to the front door.

Inko opened the door and found a slender woman dressed in a grey suit. She held a briefcase in her hands and had an empathic look on her face. The woman locked eyes with Inko and asked, "Are you Inko Sutaku?"

"Midoriya. I no longer go by my ex-husband's name." Inko said as she looked the formally dressed woman up and down.

"Ex-husband?" The woman questioned and Inko nodded, "The legal firm was not informed that there was a divorce."

"Not officially, but after Hisashi left me and my son I went back to my maiden name. You said you were from a legal firm." Inko said. Hisashi and Inko's names were still both on the title to the house, car and everything else. As Inko had officially filed for divorce, everything was still under the name Sutaku

"Yes. Mrs Midoriya, I regret to inform you that a week ago Hisashi Sutaku was found dead. In his will, he left everything to you." The woman said.

Inko froze as the woman's words connected in her mind. Hisashi was dead. She didn't care for him as much as she had when they were first married and she didn't think of him as her husband anymore. Yet to suddenly hear that Hisashi was dead. Inko stumbled back and nearly fainted.

Inko caught herself and managed to walk back to the couch and fell into it. The woman walked in and laid her briefcase on the coffee table. She opened it and pulled out a thick binding folder, laying it down on the coffee table.

"Mrs Midoriya. Hisashi Sutaku had a lot to his name, he had many patents under his name and a large sum of money to his name." The woman then opened the folder and began to read, "Being of sound mind and body, I Hisashi Midoriya, leave the following. To my wife, Inko Hisashi/Midoriya. The sole owner to the title of the house of 2145 W…."

"Stop." Inko then repeated herself in a stronger voice, "Stop. I don't care for Hisashi Sutaku or his money! He abandoned our son and left me to raise me by myself! I don't care what my ex-husband left me or my son! I won't accept anything of his. So…So just leave."

The woman didn't seem fazed by Inko's outburst. "I understand Mrs Midoriya, however Mr Sutaku left a close in his will that nothing is to happen to his possession, except for being passed into your hands. He even set aside a storage unit to be purchased to hold his possessions until you were ready to accept it."

"I don't care for anything of his." Inko said.

The woman closed her briefcase as she nodded and stood up. She then walked to the still-open front door and grabbed a box from the front porch, "Among everything in Hisashi's possession, this was the only box that he stated needed to be given to you. Even if it was by force." The woman said as she carried the box in and placed it on the coffee table.

"I said I don't want anything from my ex-husband." Inko said as she stood up and went for the box.

Yet she was stopped as the woman grabbed Inko's arm, "In his will Hisashi wrote that this box needed to be protected, at all cost from everyone. He specifically included you on that list of people, however, he wrote that he regretted having to add your name. So as Welfare Legal Firm, if you are suspected to be any danger to this box, we are allowed to take legal actions against you. I can assure you do not want that to happen."

Inko huffed and said," Fine, I'll keep his damn box safe." Inko was just going to hide it in the back of her closet where she didn't have to see or think about it.

The woman nodded and began making her way back to the front door, as she walked through it she stopped and looked back at Inko, "You might not want your ex-husband stuff, but it's there for you. Keep the folder, when you want it, sign the papers and bring it to Welfare Legal Firm. Until then Hisashi Sutaku's assets will be waiting to be claimed."

With that, the woman left and Inko was left by herself to look at the will and the box. Inko didn't know how long she stayed looking at the items. But eventually, Inko grabbed the folder and the box and carried them to her closet. She rammed the closet door open and shoved the box and folder into the back, behind her old wedding dress that she hadn't sold yet.

As Inko began to close the closet, her eyes fell on her wedding dress. She no longer fit in, having gained some weight from all the stress of having to raise Izuku by herself. Now that Hisashi was dead, maybe it was Inko to threw herself back into the single life. Inko refocused on her wedding dress and then slammed the closet door shut. She had been forced to raise Izuku by herself, she didn't need anyone else's help.

"Mom. I'm home." Called out an 11-year-old Izuku in a voice Inko barely held. It must have been a hard day at school again.

"How was your day sweetie." Inko called out, yet she already knew the answer.

"Fine. I'm going to work on homework." Izuku said.

Inko listened as Izuku climbed the steps and entered his room. As the door closed Inko let out a breath she didn't realize she had. She had tried to uphold the lying promise that Hisashi had made, to support Izuku's dream of becoming a hero. Yet as a caring mother, Inko didn't want to see Izuku in danger all the time. And with how sideways Izuku's quirk was, Inko had no idea of how to help her son. Inko had seen her once cheerful and optimistic kid turn into a depressed and forgotten kid.

Izuku tried to hide it, but Inko could see it in his eyes. The light became dimmer and dimmer every day, and Inko feared that one day it would go out and then what would become of her son. Would he become a wayless wonder, just making his way through life with no hope for the future? Inko had always wished she could find a way to help her son. In her heart, she prayed that a miracle would bring Izuku some joy, that he would become the Izuku she remembered him by.

On the other side, Izuku was doing the same, barely holding onto a small bit of hope that a miracle would happen. As he had gotten closer to finishing elementary, he had decided to take one last shot to see what hope he had in becoming a hero. He had made an account on a hero question and answer forum, made for those heroes that didn't keep a lot of limelight. He had posted his question in the general forum, though he had been vague to hopefully catch the interest of some of the heroes.

It worked as Izuku was in direct communication with some heroes who had electric-based quirks. Most of them were able to discharge their quirk and found it weird that Izuku couldn't. Yet as they couldn't be much help for Izuku's direct question, he thanked them for their time and help. Then he focused more on the heroes who had to use equipment with their quirks.

While he was happy to have the chance to talk with many types of heroes, all of their conversations ended with them stating that the work and effort that they had to put in to become heroes, most days that effort wasn't worth it. They all stated Izuku had better luck in going into a different profession, one where he could use his quirk differently.

Izuku couldn't believe his luck. He wanted to be a hero, a true hero. One that wants to save those around, not for fame or glory or the money, but for the wanting of helping others. To make it so that everyone could live with a smile, just as All Might did. Yet here he was, stuck with a powerful quirk but unable to use it to achieve his dream.

As Izuku pulled up the message with one of the last two heroes he still talked to, Inko looked at him through his nearly closed day. Inko's eyes got watery at seeing how much of a husk her son had become. She had been there for him, even when he forced her away. Yet what could she do, she did not know anything about engineering, she was even a few credits short of getting a degree in business. She had dropped out to marry Hisashi and have Izuku.

Inko turned back to the box the woman from the Welfare Legal Firm had forced her to keep. Maybe that could have some answers. Inko made her way back to her room and walked over to her closet. She opened the door then reached into the back and quietly withdrew the box. She carried it over to the bed, then pulled off the lid. After silently putting the lid on the bed, Inko began to look through the box.

The box was filled with some blueprints that Inko couldn't make heads or tails of, so she set them off to the side. Turning her attention back to the box, Inko spotted a large textbook on the bottom. The kind of textbook one would usually see a college student carrying about and making notes in it. Inko pulled the textbook out of the box and set it on the bed. The cover read, "An Introduction to Mechanical Engineering. Vol 2."

Inko recognized the textbook as it was the one Hisashi had accidentally dropped on her foot when they first bumped into each other at college. Inko chuckled as she remembered how she had swore her lungs out at him, and only stopped when Hisashi offered to take her out for dinner to make for it. The only reason Inko agreed was because his textbook hadn't put her foot into a cast. Now it seemed even years later, Hisashi still hadn't gotten rid of his lucky textbook. Lucky as it had introduced him to her.

Inko shook that memory from her focus as she opened the book and saw 'Hisashi Sutaka' written in stylized text under the section to whom the book belonged. Moving past that, Inko thumbed through the textbook, recognizing some of the notes she had seen from whenever she helped Hisashi study late into the night. She didn't understand them then and even less now, only enough to make conversation with her ex-husband.

As Inko continued to thumb through the book, she wondered if she should give it to Izuku. Hisashi had promised that he would try his best to help Izuku become a hero. Yet as Inko thought about it more and more, she realized how crushing that would be to Izuku. Not only to learn that his father was dead, but that even his brilliant mind and life's work, in the end, had amounted to nothing. That would just tell Izuku how impossible it would be for Izuku to become a hero.

So Inko slid the textbook back into the box and put the lid on it. Telling herself that Izuku would never see the textbook and it would never see the life of day again. Izuku didn't need to know how much his father had lied to him.

Yet it seemed that fate had other plans.

At age 13, Izuku had completely removed himself from the social aspect of life. He had no want of being in the spotlight, not that he needed help in any way. Even though he was extremely smart and always had the best test scores, he was brought up to the front of the class to be given praise. Was it because the teacher saw he didn't want it, or was it because they didn't think he deserved it? Not that it matters, Izuku didn't want it anyway. That just meant by the age of 13 Izuku was a loner in all senses of the word, even going so far as to stop talking to the heroes on the QandA form.

This just gave Izuku more free time to spend at the local beach. The beach might be filled with trash, but it brought Izuku some comfort to surround himself with stuff that was even more useless than him. Showing he wasn't at rock bottom yet, but he was close. Izuku had walked to the beach with the intent of wasting another afternoon there, it wasn't like he had anything else better to do.

Once Izuku arrived he walked through the pile of trash that had been swept up by the ocean current and added to by people illegally dumping there. He walked on the sand until he reached his usual pile, which had a broken couch he would lay on. Izuku carefully climbed the pile of trash, already knowing by heart what pieces were loose and what items had good handles. Izuku climbed until he was halfway up and found his broken couch waiting for him.

Izuku lowered himself onto the broken couch and looked over the afternoon almost evening sun. With a sigh, Izuku came back to a thought he had every time he came to the beach. He couldn't believe how far downhill his life had gone. His father had left him, he was a social outcast, his mother looked worse and worse every day, and all because he had a useless quirk. He had tried to power through, work to prove everyone wrong, even god above. But it seemed he wasn't strong enough to make his dreams come true.

"Damn it, where is it?" A voice called down from the ground.

Confused as to why anyone else would be at the beach, Izuku stood up and looked around for who was speaking. Yet he couldn't find anyone.

"Where is that battery?" The voice came from Izuku's right so he turned and looked around.

Izuku's eyes fell on a mop of pink dreadlocks then led to the body of a young girl. Izuku's throat locked up to not allow a scream escape, as he hid behind his couch. What was a girl doing at the trash dump? Izuku looked over at his coach and down at the girl. She had pink dreadlocks and was wearing a pair of blue overalls through the straps and around her waist, with a stained black undershirt.

"Come on, it has to be somewhere around here. I didn't build this baby for nothing." The girl said as she turned around and Izuku saw a device in her hand. The girl then suddenly looks up at the pile and Izuku hides behind his couch. "Damn it all this trash is messing with the sensors. I think it's in this direction."

The girl turned around but then stopped, "No it's saying it behind me." The girl smacked the device a few times but eventually turned back around. She looked up and down the pile again, then kicked it, "I don't see anything that looks like a battery."

The girl kicked the pile again and this time the sound of wood breaking occurred as her foot went clean through the backside of a dresser, "Well a hot shower is going to feel nice after all this."

The girl withdrew her foot and began walking away but then stopped when the sound of metal breaking echoed through the beach. Izuku then felt the trash pile begin to shift around his feet. He barely had a chance to curse his life before the trash pile collapsed under him.

Izuku landed on a washing machine and dented the side of it, as the rest of the pile fell to the ground around him. Izuku moaned as he picked his head up and looked around, only for his eyes to land on the girl. Who was now holding the device in her hands like a weapon, "Who are you?"

The device in the girl's hand beeped and she looked down at it. She then looked back at Izuku, then back at her device, then back at Izuku, then back at her device, then back at Izuku. "And what have you done with my battery?"

"I don't know anything about your battery," Izuku said as he began rubbing the back of his head. He was going to have a bruise there in the morning.

"I built this baby to pick up on electrical waves, to find me sources to power my new babies. What have you done with my battery?" The girl said though she took a step back. Then she lunged forward and tackled Izuku to the ground. She began stretching him with her nails and beating him with her device.

Izuku managed to wrestle the girl off of him and throw sand in her eyes. Izuku quickly got to his feet and took off to get away from the girl before she had another chance to attack. He ran up to the sidewalk and leapt over the guard rail. He briefly stopped to make sure the girl wasn't following him, before running back to his house.

Izuku ran down the sidewalks and through the neighbourhood, not stopping until she got home. Once inside, Izuku locked the front door.

"You're home early." Inko called from the kitchen, "Are you hungry for dinner?"

Izuku said nothing as he sat down on the couch, watching the forward door. Inko noticed and asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"More like watching out for someone?" Izuku said not taking his eyes off the front door. Inko looked at her son, more than a little concerned for his mental health. Maybe she should give him the book and give him something to work forward to. Maybe he could take after her ex-husband. Become an engineer and build something that helped him become a hero. Similar to the promise her ex-husband made all those years ago. Inko shook her head, Izuku would just be reminded of all the lies Hisashi had told him.

"Well dinner is ready. Maybe you should eat on time for once." Inko said, placing onigiri rice on the table. Izuku reluctantly walked over to the tables, trying his best to keep the front door in view, however, Inko had already sat down, leaving the only chair with its back to the front door.

Izuku sighed as he sat down and grabbed some rice. His stomach growled as he ate dinner, his mind soon forgetting the crazy girl from the beach. However, fate enjoys pulling a sick joke on the Midoriya family.

Three hours later, Izuku was watching the TV, a conference talking about the heroes' recent activity when a knock came from the door. Izuku lowered the volume on the TV, while his mother got up to answer the door.

"Hello, Ms. Midoriya. Sorry to disturb you, but are you familiar with this girl." A police officer asked at the door. Izuku leaned back a bit and saw that it was the girl from the beach, with the sensor still in hand, though her hands were cuffed.

The girl noticed him, resulting in her jumping forwards, and yelling, "He's got my battery. He's got my battery." After pulling the girl back, the police officer looked further into the apartment and met eyes with Izuku

"Son, can you come to the door for me?" The police officer asked. Izuku sighed as he walked to the front door, trying not to stare at the girl. "This girl here claims you stole a battery from her."

Izuku shook his head, he still had no idea why the girl was even looking for a battery. Inko chuckled a bit, "Is that why you're here? I'm sorry if you waste your time."

The police officer sighed a bit, "I came because we got a call from your neighbor that this girl was stalking around the apartment, more specifically yours. When asked, she claimed your son stole some kind of battery from her. I'm simply now trying to figure out what's going on."

"Officer, I can assure you that my son has stolen nothing in his life," Inko stated.

"I understand, however, this is a case of civil dispute, and it would greatly help if you were willing to come down to the station and clear the air. You may also press charges for trespassing." the officer threw a stern look at the girl. However, she didn't seem to notice it as she continued to glare at Izuku.

"There's no need for that. We'll come down to the station and help any way we can." Inko said, bowing. It was clear the officer wasn't fully sure how to handle the situation, it's not often something like this happens.

The officer bowed slightly, without taking his hand off the girl's shoulder, "Thank you, it will help with the paperwork greatly."

Inko returned the bow, as she grabbed her purse and car keys, "Izuku, grab your shoes, it looks like we are going on a trip."

This chapter has been heavily edited, nearly doubled in size. The main part of the rework of was making it easily to follow, I think the main reason the first few chapters were extremely rushed was because I wanted to get to the main part of the story. But as I have taken December to rework the early chapters, I realized I need to slow down the pacing a lot. One to not made it so rush, but second to make this characters more in line with the morals of the story.

While this story doesn't deviate from the cannon too much timeline wise, characters and their motivations change a bit and I needed to spend the first few chapters showing and explain what the differences are and why. To those who have read the chapters that I change, I ask that you tell me how they improved. What I did was good and what you think I missed. To those who just read this chapter for the first time, tell me what you think with a fresh pair of eyes.