"Not everyone is born equal... That was the cruel reality I had to live with for the past six years... Only eighty percent of the human population in the world is born with superhuman abilities, self-proclaimed as Quirks, which awaken when they turn four... However, I was not blessed with this, I was always the odd one out among my generation, a Quirk, and a loser in school, however, one event changed my life completely... This is my story... of how I became the greatest hero of all time."

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"I can't believe it, it's a fight between heroes and a villain." A ten-year-old boy thought excitedly. His hair was dark green, with fair skin and freckles on his cheeks, and his eyes were emerald green with slit-shaped pupils, a condition inherited from his father. He was wearing a high school uniform that consisted of a white shirt and a black school shirt over it, with pants of the same color and dark brown shoes. The shape of his hair was fluffy and shapeless, resembling that of a bush.

A smile appeared on his face as he watched the confrontation between the heroes against the villain with a kind of quirk that made him increase the size of every part of his body. "Mmmm... What could be the function of his body augmentation?" The young man thought as he watched the battle with attention and concentration, while his hands held a notebook and a pencil, thanks to years of experience he could write and watch the fight without any mistakes. "And if he enlarges his body, does that also mean that he increases his strength and the resistance of the limb itself?" He thought again as he saw how the villain with the augmentation quirk grabbed the door of a car and threw it towards the heroes who quickly dodged the door, however the door embedded itself in the wall behind them. "Is there a limit to how big you can get? And what does he need to do that?"

Quirks are superhuman abilities, their main characteristic is that they are extensions of the body itself, no matter what type of quirk, there was always a physical consequence to using it for a long time, for example the flames of the current number two hero Endeavor, if he increased their temperatures, then he would have a physical overheating to the point of reaching heat stroke, or so it had been his analysis and conclusion. And in this world where society is born with quirks, then the profession of hero was born, a dream come true for people of past generations where being a hero was only some kind of dream and fantasy, which was now a common reality.

"Ahhhhh... I'm fed up heroes, I'll finish you off" the villain roared as both his hands and arms grew in size, ready to crush the heroes or even kill them if he could. But before he could even take a step a hero appeared so fast that the villain didn't react in time to avoid a kick that lodged in his face, quickly knocking him unconscious.

This hero was called Flaming Kick, a hero known for his combat style based on a martial art that only uses kicks due to his Quirk of the same name. His Quirk consisted of his legs being in constant motion, creating so much friction that his legs entered a kind of spontaneous combustion that increased the man's speed as well as the strength and durability of his legs. The hero was also known for his charitable works to organizations that help people who have walking disabilities, his popularity reached such a point that he was in the top 10 several times, only being surpassed by Mirko, the rabbit heroine.

Closing his notebook and putting it away in his yellow backpack, Izuku left the fight scene, today he had to get to school early, it was a good thing that he always got to school earlier than usual, after all, being the outcast of his class and institute made him want to be alone at times. He wasn't popular, after it was discovered that he didn't have a quirk, his social life became, in simple words, total shit, after all, people without a quirk or with a "villain" quirk were the most harmed people in this society, a society that simply bothered Izuku and many people took to drawing attention to themselves in the wrong way.

That thought was shaken from his head after reaching deep into his thoughts, he had already passed that stage, the stage of contempt, he didn't want to experience it, not now.

With a sigh he arrived at his school and quickly entered his classroom, noticing that almost half of his class had not arrived, something that made him smile, he did not want to endure the mockery for the moment. As quickly as he could he sat in his seat and took out his hero analysis notebook and wrote down the hypotheses he had about the quirk of the villain he had seen fight today. After learning that he did not have a quirk, he created a hobby in analyzing the quirks that he found interesting and versatile for future heroism, currently he had eight complete notebooks, full of information on multiple quirks of heroes or people he had met and villains. To many he seemed like a weirdo, but to him it was still a hobby that made him happy and he did not care if others found him strange or useless.

After several minutes, the entire classroom was filled with children, and their teacher entered with the professionalism of a teacher. "Very well... Everyone sit down now and be quiet, there is an important announcement." The teacher ordered in a voice that gave no excuses or games, making all his students sit in their seats in silence and waiting for the information that their teacher was going to give them. "As you may know, since last week, a new student joined us, however, she will not join until two days from now, I am letting you know so that you can prepare for your new partner." Izuku did not hear the announcement, however he saw one of his classmates raise his hand. "What kind of quirk does he have?" He asked, making everyone pay attention to the teachers. Students who came from other schools were always given information about their quirk, to be cautious of what their quirk could do, however the quirk was not detailed that much, only some things that were important.

"We haven't been given the context of his quirk or how it works yet, but it's not a mutation or something that affects other people." The teacher said, the students nodded and school time began...

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Izuku was angry, frustrated and irritated. Today again Bakugou, his childhood friend and his lackeys bothered him, again reminding him of his inability to be a hero being a Quirklees, it wasn't his fault, but they always found some way to belittle him.

[Flashback.]

Izuku was packing his things, today he had to go home quickly since his father was finishing his work abroad to have a vacation of several months, that was fantastic for the green haired boy who never saw his father. The relationship between father and son was not as distant as one would think, every time his father came home from work, the man always tried to spend a long time with his son, something that Izuku loved.

However, just as he was about to put away his last notebook, someone snatched it from his hands. "Wow, wow, Deku, you're really annoying me with your mumbling." Izuku gulped when he saw the person. The boy was his own age, with wild spiky ash blonde hair, his eyes were red, and he was wearing the same uniform as Izuku. He was Katsuki Bakugou, his childhood friend and his main bully. "Kachan, please give me back my notebook." Was Izuku's request, the green-haired boy only saw Bakugou smile mockingly and look through the notebook in his hands, before simply bursting it when he closed it, Izuku looked at the book in horror as the blonde threw it to the ground and then stepped on it.

"Stop that dream deku, without a quirk you're nothing and you'll just be a damn bug." Bakugou said, as his entourage behind him mocked izuku. "Enough with that dream deku" "you're nothing special." They both mocked making izuku clench his fists in irritation, he knew it, deep down in his mind he knew it, but that had always been his dream, to be a hero, to be someone who will help everyone with a smile like all might, to help people like him.

"Get out of the way deku." The green haired boy was pushed aside causing him to fall and look at the ground. Stopping the tears from falling he picked up his scorched notebook and carefully put it away in his backpack. As he left he clenched his fists and teeth, he was fed up with all this injustice, he was fed up with being thrown aside, being ignored or bothered by injustice, he never chose to be like this, he didn't choose to be born without a quirk, and yet he was born like this.

As he walked through the streets of the city his mind was still meditating and thinking about everything he had to go through after it was known that he was not someone with a quirk. It was so fast that he didn't even notice, that everyone put him in some kind of lesser place, as if he was something they should ignore, the looks, the murmurs, all that had begun and more so when Bakugou began to be put in his head that he was special, that built a kind of pride and arrogance in Katsuki.

He understood that Katchan's quirk was very impressive, but... It wasn't to let him do whatever he wanted like bothering him or hurting him. It was so unfair.

His train of thought stopped when he heard something similar to meat being crushed in an abandoned factory, it was strange. With curiosity he entered the place without even thinking or doing anything. The place was dark, he could see how the walls were in deplorable states and the few machines that remained in the place were covered in cobwebs and dust. This factory had been a wood factory, here wooden things such as furniture or chairs were created, however it was abandoned after an incident caused the corporation to abandon the factory, there was not much information about it really, since the corporation decided not to go further into the incident.

The sounds were louder every time he got closer, with a little fear he took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, when he pointed the light of his flashlight forward, what he saw made him stop and turn very pale. In front of him was a scene that could only be seen in horror movies. Two people were in front of Midoriya, however one of them was lying in his own blood, while the other was devouring the flesh of the dead man. The cannibal had long, disheveled black hair, his ears were pointed, his eyes shone a blood red color with the pupil slit, his skin was so pale with veins that stood out on his face that was stained with blood and pieces of flesh, his hands had sharp claws and were also covered in blood. It was a terrifying scene that made Izuku want to vomit, however that nauseating reflex was put aside when the devouring man spoke. "Well, it seems like today is my lucky day." The man said, his voice carrying a hint of malice."SNIF" "SNIF" "SNIF"

"And you smell good, your blood is appetizing." The man stood up, spitting out the piece of meat he had in his mouth to open his mouth and reveal his fangs. Izuku didn't even notice when his body moved on its own and he began to run. He was a few steps from the entrance but it was suddenly closed. Izuku stopped dead when he saw the red eyes, staring at him, like some kind of wild beast watching an animal, its next meal.

quickly izuku began to run in another direction, while he heard the carnivorous man behind him laughing and following him. "you know, i like to play with my prey before devouring them, your heart pumps more blood for my enjoyment." said the man izuku stopped and hid behind a wall, his breathing was agitated, the only thing he thought about was his death, how the strange man talked more and more about how he would kill him and eat him."shit, shit, think, think, how can i get out of here without dying, what could his quirk be."

Izuku thought as he tried to calm his pounding heart, his mind giving him too much information to analyze and then he remembered something, something that made him look ahead."This man, avoided the small sources of sunlight that were in the place."He thought, it was imperceptible, but for someone who could analyze and deduce quirk, his mind always stopped at the small details, small for anyone who didn't stop to analyze, but Izuku was not like that."His weakness must be sunlight."

"I have to lure him into a trap, I need to find a place with a really big light source, and that will probably weaken him"was his last thought before a clawed hand pierced through the wall he was on and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt before being pulled and flying to the other side of the wall."This is enough, I'm already bored." Izuku didn't see it, but he was literally kicked and then felt the pain of his back hitting a wall, the pain was strong and sudden, and then another pain when the man's claws pierced his stomach, making Izuku gasp as blood reverberated from his mouth, but he was quickly silenced by a punch to the face and then he was thrown to the other side and fell to the ground. Izuku placed his hand on his stomach, the blood would not stop coming out of it, his mind began to have the memories of his entire life."It's unfair, very unfair, my mom, dad, forgive me."The thought was getting weaker and weaker, he could feel every bit of his life going away little by little, his vision turning red and then he looked at his hand covered in so much blood, the crimson blood that fell from his mouth and he felt it stain his face.

"I never imagined... that the color of blood was... so fascinating hehehe." It was a hollow and choppy smile when it was interrupted more when he vomited blood. "Well... it's time for my new feast." said the man and then licked the blood from his hands it was a very delicious flavor, the boy would be his tastiest feast. With a slow step he approached the boy, his smile grew bigger when he didn't move, obviously the loss of blood was devastating and the beating even more so, his super strength was another blessing of his abilities.

However, his superhuman sense realized something, his heart was not stopping, for a child of his age, the amount of blood leaving his body was enough to kill him. And then he noticed something else, the wound in his stomach began to close, the bones that had broken when he hit him began to sound with disgusting sounds as if the bone began to rearrange itself. And then he noticed something else, something that made him fear, his instinct told him to run, that he was no longer the hunter or the strong animal, now he was a small prey.

the boy slowly stood up, the blood covering him began to move strangely, the blood on the ground also began to rise and pooled around the boy. quickly izuku's hand extended and the blood around him reformed into small stakes and then with extreme speed they impaled the man who was pushed against a wall and hung by the stakes that were lodged in his hands, arms, feet and legs.

izuku approached the man with a slow pace and his nails turned into claws, the man was afraid of the boy, his eyes glowed green with scarlet red pupils, and then the boy stabbed him in the chest with his own hand. "agh damn brat, I'll kill you when I get out of here." was the answer, but there was no anger in his tone, it was fear. however izuku seemed to ignore him when he pierced the man's chest further and without saying anything as if he were some kind of balloon, the man exploded. everything stained the walls of the place, flesh, blood, bones and viscera covered the walls and ceiling, along with izuku who watched his act, however something changed his mind went blank and then he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"And this was the day when everything I believed in changed forever. I didn't know what kind of problems would happen in the future. I was still a child who had just solved his quirk problem, and instead of awakening a quirk, I abandoned something much older, something that was written in very old tales and myths."

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end of chapter.