Chapter One: what a "great" childhood right?!
The media dubbed him the Verdant Analyst, a name that reflected his distinctive appearance and the enigmatic role he played as a vigilante. Those who caught glimpses of him were struck by his vivid green eyes and his striking green attire. The "analyst" part of his name stemmed from a notebook titled "Analysis," which he was often seen jotting in.
While witnesses remained tight-lipped and claimed to forget about the vigilante when questioned by the police, it was clear that they were motivated by a desire to protect him. \\
The Verdant Analyst had been the subject of a modest case file.
This small-statured vigilante was believed to be between 18 and 25 years old, characterized by his striking green eyes and black hair.
He donned a dark green hood, black cargo pants, and dark red shoes, with a mask obscuring his mouth and leaving only his expressive eyes visible.
His quirk was suspected to involve some form of analysis, as past encounters suggested.
The first known encounter with the Verdant Analyst occurred years ago when he managed to hack into the communications of several pro heroes during a battle.
He provided real-time information about the villains, including their quirks and other critical details, significantly aiding the heroes.
How he accessed this vital data remains a mystery, but many suspect that he tapped into police databases to gather his intelligence.
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Today was particularly difficult for little Izuku Midoriya; it was the day he was diagnosed as quirkless.
The ride home after the doctor's appointment was relatively quiet, filled only with the sound of the radio playing in the background.
Izuku was devastated and couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't be like everyone else.
Before he could dwell on those thoughts any longer, his mom pulled into their driveway.
Once they entered their home, Inko headed off to start dinner while Hisashi approached Izuku.
"How did it go, kiddo?" Hisashi asked in a soft tone.
Izuku struggled to respond. He wanted to cry, but he managed to answer his father in a shaky voice, "I-I… he s-said…I'm quirkless…!"
Unable to hold it together any longer, Izuku ran towards his room, sniffling and wiping tears from his eyes as he went.
In that moment Hisashi's world felt like it had snapped. It snapped, (IT SNAPPED!)
He was expecting a powerful son who could be his successor and take over his work not a worthless quirkless idiot child!
His thoughts of hate were interrupted by the child running away in tears, the stupid child couldn't do anything right!
It was then that Hisashi Midoriya decided to go get the milk, as kids these days would say.
After informing Inko about his plans to leave, he grabbed his suitcase and simply walked out the door.
He had promised to send her money so she wouldn't have to work so hard.
This was what Izuku would have preferred to happen.
Unfortunately, he wasn't that lucky.
Instead, on that day, his father revealed himself as the master of the underworld, the greatest villain in history.
It was the day Izuku wished for anything else— even being quirkless.
It was also the day he was diagnosed and realized he could never be a hero.
His quirk allowed him to steal other people's abilities, plain and simple.
However, it wasn't the doctor who informed him of this; no, the doctor said he was, in fact, quirkless.
It was his father who revealed the truth to him—he showed him.
Izuku's mother was a kind soul, too kind for this world.
Because of this, Izuku vowed to protect her with everything he had, even if it meant becoming a plaything for his father.
Izuku hated stealing quirks; he detested it.
However, when his father threatened to kill his mother, Izuku felt he had no choice.
Once a quirk was stolen, there was no chance of getting it back—not for Izuku, at least. His father had the power to return it, but there was no way he would ever do that. After all, he was a villain.
The first quirk Izuku stole was from a middle-aged man, and it was quite simple: it provided speed enhancements.
IIzuku hated the feeling he experienced every time he stole a quirk. It was as if his body were filled with pins, and it hurt. Just as quickly as the pain arrived, it would fade away.
Using these quirks felt strange; they made him uncomfortable and not quite like himself. Izuku was currently 8 years old, and it was his birthday—although he had lost track of time during the years he spent training with his father and another boy older than him named Tomura.
Tomura's quirk allowed him to disintegrate anything he touched, as long as he made contact with all five fingers. Izuku didn't enjoy fighting Tomura, but he felt he had no choice; his father didn't give him one.
However, today felt different for Izuku.
There hadn't been any training, nor any testing, and Izuku was not stealing anyone's quirk.
This, of course, made him suspicious.
He realized it was his birthday, but he had never celebrated any of his previous birthdays, and turning 8 didn't seem particularly special to him.
A darker thought suddenly crossed Izuku's mind: he was likely about to be punished.
That had to be the reason, right? He had attempted to escape more frequently than usual lately, only to be caught and threatened with the possibility that his mother would be harmed.
As time passed, Izuku began to doubt the threat his father posed, especially since he had never harmed his mother.
Moments later, his father entered the room, and suddenly, Izuku found himself teleported to a living room. He recognized it—Izuku had been transported to his old house.
He wasn't sure how it had happened, but he didn't ask. Standing there in the kitchen, humming a tune Izuku hadn't heard in years, was his mother. She looked so similar yet so different from the last time he had seen her.
"Mom?" Izuku said hesitantly.
Inko paused her humming and turned around, tears starting to form as she saw him. She stood there for a few seconds before speaking.
"Izuku!? My baby?… Is that really you?" she asked, walking towards him slowly.
"Yes, Mom, it's me!" Izuku replied, his own tears brimming as he walked hesitantly toward her.
She ran up to him and hugged him tightly. Izuku wished this moment could last forever; he wanted to stay in his mother's arms, where he felt safe.
Unfortunately, Izuku is never that lucky.
BANG!
A gunshot was heard through the neighborhood.
Izuku was pale when he realized
His mother…
Was dead