I won't lie to y'all when I say the last MHA fanfic that I wrote was shit. So, I decided to delete it to give you this one. I hope that you enjoy it.

I hope you all have an amazing day.

CHAPTER 1: The Synthesist

Quirks. They've always been a fascination for me—not because I don't understand them, but because I've never had one. My name is Izuku Yagi, the youngest child of Toshinori and Inko Yagi. I'm part of a rare group in a world where 80% of the population possesses quirks, leaving only 20% quirkless. In my family, though, I'm the anomaly—the odd one out.

I'm 12 years old, and lately, it feels like life has hit rock bottom. Ever since the day our quirks—or lack thereof—were revealed, my parents' attention has gravitated toward my siblings. I can't help but feel overshadowed.

Ichiro, my eldest brother, inherited the best of both our parents. With my mother's green eye's and my father's yellow hair and build, he's the perfect blend of their strengths. His quirk, "Impact Drive," is nothing short of extraordinary. It amplifies his natural abilities exponentially, giving him unmatched strength, speed, agility, and durability. It's a power destined for heroism.

Then there's my sister, Inori, the middle triplet, who looks more like my father with her blonde hair and blue eyes but carries my mother's delicate features. Her quirk, "Mind's Reach," is equally impressive. She can manipulate objects with such precision and power that even heavy appliances like a fridge are effortless for her. However, there's a cost—overusing her ability leaves her with debilitating migraines.

And then there's me: Izuku Yagi, quirkless and seemingly insignificant. In a family of brilliance, I'm just… there.

Don't get me wrong. They would still feed me but the attention that I received was nothing. I barely got any attention while my siblings received it all. They wouldn't listen to my suggestions; they wouldn't be there when I had something going on, but they were always at my sibling's side. At this point, if there was a fire inside the apartment, I am sure that I would have been forgotten in the building if it was burning down.

I am not sure how I am going to do it, but I am determined that I will be a hero. I might be 12 years old, but I still have time to be better, stronger, and everything else in between.

I was interrupted by my thoughts as I heard someone being pushed down. I looked to see Kacchan pushing down a kid. Behind him were Inori, Ichiro, and some other of his friends.

Kacchan, or Katsuki Bakugo, was a name that struck both fear and frustration into my heart. He had always been a force to be reckoned with—a fiery personality paired with an explosive quirk aptly named "Explosion." It wasn't surprising to see him bullying someone; it was practically a daily occurrence. What shocked me was the sight of Inori and Ichiro standing behind him, arms crossed and smirking.

The boy on the ground looked younger than us, maybe seven or eight. He had tears streaming down his face as he clutched a toy that Kacchan was trying to rip from his hands. "Give it here, you little runt!" Kacchan barked, his palms crackling with small pops of energy.

"Stop it, Kacchan!" I yelled, stepping forward without thinking. My voice wavered slightly, but I refused to back down.

Kacchan turned to me, his eyes narrowing. "What do you want, Deku?" he sneered, using the nickname he had coined to remind me of how "useless" I was. I always hated that nickname. It was used so much that I am referred to by everyone as Deku, even the teachers.

I grit my teeth, doing my best to ignore the sting of his words. "I said, stop it!" My voice cracked slightly, but I stood firm, taking another step toward Kacchan. The boy on the ground was still crying, clutching his toy desperately to his chest as Kacchan's explosive hands hovered over him, ready to cause more damage.

Kacchan scoffed. "Why should I listen to you, Deku? You don't even have a quirk."

Inori chuckled sweetly at this, "Good point, I almost forgot," she said lifting him with her quirk and throwing him to the side. I flew into the air and landed in a pond full of Koy fish.

I stood, dripping wet, eyes stinging from the water, my body shivering in the cold. I wanted to scream, but I kept it in, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. I couldn't let them see that they were getting to me. I couldn't let them see how much it hurt.

As I looked up, I saw Kacchan, standing there with his hands still smoking from his quirk, a smug grin on his face. Inori and Ichiro stood off to the side, watching with detached expressions, not even flinching as I struggled to get out of the pond. They were just watching, like it was all some kind of game to them.

Inori's voice rang out, sweet but mocking. "Oops, looks like you slipped, Deku," she said, crossing her arms, her gaze never wavering. "You really should learn to watch where you're going."

Kacchan grabbed the toy from the kids' hand and chuckled. "You know what…I think I should teach you a lesson," explosions going off in his hands as he walked over to Izuku.

"This is for meddling in business that isn't yours," he said as he sent a small explosion my way. I was hit by the front of the blast, sending me flying further. I slammed into the dirt, my body skidding across the ground, the force of the explosion leaving me breathless. I coughed, tasting the smoke in my mouth, and for a moment, I just lay there. My clothes were burned, my skin stinging from the blast. The world felt distant as if everything had slowed down.

But the pain wasn't what hurt the most. It wasn't the bruises or the burns. It was the way they all stood there as if my suffering was just a trivial thing to be ignored.

Kacchan's laughter rang out above me. "You think you can stop me, Deku? You're nothing. You're just in the way."

I slowly pushed myself up, my hands trembling as they scraped against the dirt. I could feel the tears threatening to fall, but I refused to let them show. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

"You're not the boss of me, Kacchan," I muttered, my voice hoarse but firm. "You don't get to decide what I can do or who I am."

Kacchan paused, his smug grin faltering for a split second. But then, he just scoffed and took a step closer, the sound of his explosions echoing with every movement.

"I don't need to decide anything for you, Deku. You've already decided. You're nothing but a quirkless loser who doesn't even have the guts to fight back. You think you can be a hero?" His voice was dripping with disdain. "You're a joke."

"Yeah, little bro, quirks make the hero. Look at All Might, Endeavor, and many others. They are who they are because of quirks. The three of us will likely be in the top 10 in the next decade or so. I would just give up on your dream if I were you," he said walking over and looking down on him.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own brother, Ichiro, was telling me to give up on my dream. My own family, the ones who should have been supporting me, were the ones trying to tear me down.

But I couldn't let them. Not now, not ever.

"I don't care what you say, Ichiro," I spat, my voice shaking but full of determination. "I'm going to be a hero, and nothing is going to stop me. Not even you."

Ichiro's eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of something—maybe doubt, maybe something else. But then, just as quickly, it disappeared. He stepped back, raising his hands in mock surrender, but his words were still as cutting as ever.

"Fine, do whatever you want," he sneered. "But don't expect anyone to help you when you fail."

Inori let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "Look at you, trying to act all tough, but you're nothing, Izuku. You'll never amount to anything. You'll always be just… Deku."

With that, the three of them walked away and I still stayed in the same spot. The attacks had launched me out of the playground but not like that mattered anyway. I slowly got up in pain as I had hoped my clothes were fine. I looked down to see there were singe marks and a couple of rips in the shirt and pants.

"I've had much worse," I said to myself. I started to make my way home as there was nothing else to do.

As I limped home, the sting of their words echoed in my mind. "Quirkless," "useless," "Deku." The same insults, the same mocking tone. They had always treated me this way, as if I was invisible as if I didn't even matter. But today, it hurt more than ever. Ichiro, Inori, Kacchan—they were all so sure that I would never amount to anything. It felt like they had already decided my future for me like I was nothing more than a shadow in their lives.

But deep down, I knew they were wrong. I couldn't explain it, not to them or even to myself, but something inside of me kept telling me that I wasn't done yet. That despite everything, I had the power to change my fate. It wasn't going to be easy, and it wasn't going to happen overnight. But if I could just keep pushing, keep fighting, then maybe—just maybe—I would prove them all wrong.

I made my way through the familiar streets of our neighborhood, my mind drifting to thoughts of heroes. All Might, Endeavor, the countless others who had shaped the world with their quirks. They all had something I didn't. They had power, strength, and abilities that made them stand out. But none of them had a dream like mine. None of them had the determination to become a hero despite the odds stacked against them.

I wanted to be like them. I wanted to protect people, to be the one who stood up for those who couldn't defend themselves. I wanted to be the one who made a difference in the world. I just needed heart. I just needed to keep going, no matter what.

When I reached our door, I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before I pushed it open. The familiar warmth of the apartment greeted me, but it didn't feel the same. It felt distant like everything was out of reach. I glanced at the living room, where my parents were sitting, watching TV. I went to my room to get and get changed for supper. The thing is they didn't give a damn about this type of stuff. I told them once that Inori and Ichiro did this to me and they didn't believe me. They are so wrapped up with their children with powerful quirks that they don't see any flaws in them.

I went to the bathroom to get some bandages and wrapping for my injuries. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully wrapping the bandages around the burns on my arms and the small cuts scattered across my body. My reflection barely seemed familiar to me. My face was a mix of dirt, water, and the remnants of the explosion, but it was the exhaustion in my eyes that stood out the most. I couldn't deny it anymore—the weight of their words, their indifference, it was all starting to take its toll.

I finished wrapping my wounds, making sure the bandages were secure before heading back into my room. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, my eyes immediately drawn to the small stack of notebooks and papers on my desk. They were filled with all sorts of scribbled plans, calculations, and notes. Most of it was about heroes—how they trained, how they fought, and how they overcame their weaknesses. I had researched everything I could find on becoming a hero, but none of it seemed to matter without a quirk.

I ignored those thoughts and headed downstairs to eat some dinner. Inori and Ichiro were already back as I pulled a chair up to the table. As I sat down at the dinner table, I couldn't help but notice how easy it was for Inori and Ichiro to laugh and joke around with our parents. They didn't even notice me as I quietly picked at my food, my eyes on my plate. I felt the familiar ache of being invisible. My parents were absorbed in the conversation, asking Inori about her latest training and Ichiro about his achievements at school. They asked how their quirks were progressing, congratulating them on their successes without a second thought.

The silence at the table was suffocating, and I hated it. It wasn't that I didn't love my family; actually, now that I think about it. Did…they truly love me? It was an honest question.

It was a constant reminder that they didn't see me the same way. My own parents never asked about my day or my dreams. Instead, their conversations revolved around how much potential my siblings had, and how incredible their quirks were. It felt like I didn't belong in this family like I was just a shadow in the background.

I quickly finished my food and made my way upstairs to my room to just decompress. I lay down on my bed and just looked up at the ceiling. The only thing in my room that made it "vibrant" was the few hero posters in my room which were of All Might.

"Every hero deals with their own challenges. It's how you make the most of the good and the bad that makes you the person in the end," I said to myself. I said that every day to make sure that I never gave up. That was when I felt something strange it was a pulling sensation in my head…no…my whole body. I felt like I drifted into consciousness as the pulling sensation continued.

3rd PERSON POV

Izuku opened his eyes to see that he was in an open area. He had no clue where this was, and he was slightly nervous. The area was blue mixed in with black and it looked like it expanded on for miles.

"Hello!" he called out but all he heard was the echo of his voice. He started to walk in a direction hoping to find something that would show him where he was at.

That was when something started to form right in front of him. It looked like pixels started to form right in front of him and he stepped back slightly. The pixels started to form in the shape of something that resembled a human.

Izuku stood frozen as the pixels in front of him swirled and shaped into a human form. The digital figure slowly solidified, its features becoming clearer with each passing moment. It eventually formed into a man with a suit and tie. He stood around 6 foot 6 inches tall and looked more like a butler than anything.

"W-who are you?" Izuku stammered, his voice trembling, unsure whether he was dreaming or something far stranger was happening.

"You my good sir can call me Chase. My full name is Cognitive Human Assistance and Systematic Engine, but please call me Chase," he said in a British accent.

Izuku stood there, his heart pounding in his chest. The figure in front of him was surreal, an entirely digital being that looked as if it had stepped out of a futuristic movie. The man, or whatever this entity was, smiled politely, but there was something unsettling about the whole situation. His polished suit and tie, his smooth features, all made him look like something out of a virtual reality simulation.

"Chase?" Izuku repeated, still processing the situation. "What... what is this place?"

Chase tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "This place, my dear Izuku, is a space between what I like to call Mindspace. Think of it as if we are in your head and before you ask you are currently sleeping," he said projecting an image of himself on his bed.

"But…what is this…" he said looking around.

"This is your quirk, my dear boy," he said showing him the empty space. "Your quirk is called Synthesist, you can create quirks, to put it simply," as he snapped his fingers. It is a matter of seconds. The space transformed itself into a home and Izuku was sitting down with a cup of tea in his hand.

Izuku sat there, completely bewildered, his fingers trembling around the cup of tea that appeared in his hands. The warmth from the drink didn't do much to calm his nerves as the surreal nature of the situation continued to unfold before him. The room around him looked cozy and familiar, a strange mix of comfort and disorientation. He glanced up at Chase, the figure who had just told him that his quirk was "Synthesist."

"I can create quirks?" Izuku repeated, still trying to wrap his mind around the words. "But how? How is that even possible? I don't have a quirk... I'm quirkless."

Chase smiled faintly, his hands clapped together in front of him, like a butler ready to explain some grand mystery. "Ah, but you do have a quirk, Izuku," he said, his voice calm and measured, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The reason you couldn't see it before was because it's… different. Unique, if you will."

Izuku shook his head, trying to understand. "But I've never shown any sign of having a quirk. My parents… my siblings…" His voice faltered as he thought about how they had always treated him like an outcast. He felt like he was suffocating in the weight of their expectations, or rather, their lack of them.

"That is because your quirk needed years to develop. A little over 8 years since that day of the quirk exam and now you have your quirk," he said sitting in a chair across from him.

"So many questions…" Izuku trailed off as he wiped his tears away. Most were from frustration but also sadness, happiness, and anger.

"But if I can create quirks, how does it work?" Izuku asked, his voice still shaky, but with a spark of curiosity in it now. "What do I have to do?"

Chase stood up, walking around the room in a slow, deliberate manner. "The process of creating a quirk, Izuku, is not as simple as snapping your fingers. It requires understanding. From this point on anyone that you physically touch or vice versa will allow you to store the quirk's power, abilities, and knowledge of the quirk here," he said showing him an area of empty shelves.

Izuku wiped some more tears away from him as he tried to understand, "Wait, so I copy the quirk, but I don't." he asked confused.

Chase gave a soft chuckle as if Izuku's confusion was perfectly normal. "Correct, Izuku. You will store the quirk's power and knowledge, but you will not inherently copy the quirk to use. Think of it like… a library of sorts. You will keep the ability to access it and understand how it works, but you will not permanently adopt the traits or powers of the quirk unless you choose to. You can pick and choose the ideas, powers, or abilities of the quirks to create your quirk."

"Oh, I see. How do I create a quirk?" he asked getting more and more excited.

"Well, once you have some quirks stored in here, you can pick and choose abilities in here to manifest and create it into being. If you even wanted, you could just use the quirk you copied. However, it is not as easy as it seems," he said showing him to a big console.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused once again.

"Well, you see, there are restrictions to your quirk. You need to reach certain requirements and goals to create your quirk. For example," he said pulling up a screen.

"You can't create one just yet as you need to go and make contact with someone. The other restriction of your quirk is you cannot copy and store the quirks in the library for people that you have a blood relation with," he said looking at him.

"Good, I don't need their quirks anyway," he said quieter than normal.

Izuku sat back, absorbing what Chase had just explained to him. The idea of having the ability to create quirks, to store and understand them, was overwhelming. He never imagined that something like this could exist, especially not for someone like him who had always felt invisible in a world where everyone had a quirk except for him. The thought that he wasn't truly quirkless was both a relief and a source of fear. There was so much potential, but also so much responsibility tied to this newfound power.

His mind raced with possibilities. What kind of quirks could he store? How could he use them? And why had it taken so long for his quirk to manifest? All these questions swirled around him, but one question stood above the rest: could this truly make him a hero? Could he finally prove everyone wrong?

Izuku nodded slowly, taking it all in. "So, I'll need to find quirks first, right? To store them, I mean."

"Yes, that is correct. As I said before, from this day on, any physical contact and their quirk is stored here," Chase said.

"So, how can I come back to this place?" asked Izuku.

"Think of me and this place and you can come back here whenever you want," Chase said smiling. "I should also let you know that time moves differently in here than out there," he said referring to the outside world.

"Really."

"Yes, indeed. Time moves five times slower here. If you are here for five hours, it will be one hour out there. Plus, you can be here when you are sleeping and still get rest for your body," said Chase.

Izuku nodded, trying to wrap his mind around everything. The concept of storing quirks and creating his own was a lot to take in. His mind raced with excitement and uncertainty. For years, he had felt useless, and powerless, and now he had the potential to change that. But there were still so many questions, so many things he didn't understand.

"So... if I store someone's quirk, I can use it to create my own, but it won't be like theirs?" Izuku asked, trying to clarify.

Chase nodded, his smile never faltering. "Exactly. You'll have access to the knowledge, power, and abilities of the quirk, but you will have the freedom to modify and create something that is uniquely your own. Think of it as a recipe. You can take ingredients from different quirks, combine them, and create a dish that is entirely new."

Izuku's heart skipped a beat. The idea of being able to make a quirk that was truly his own, shaped by the quirks of others, was something he had never imagined. It was like being given the power to forge his destiny, to write his own path in a world where the odds had always been stacked against him.

"But... how do I choose which quirks to store? What if I make a mistake?" Izuku's voice trembled slightly as the weight of the responsibility began to sink in.

Chase smiled, "That's the best part, you can store as many as you want. That and when you can create a quirk, I will send a notification that only you can see saying that you can create a quirk."

Izuku smiled at that. "Well, thank you, Chase, I think I am going to go to sleep for real in the outside world."

"Sounds good, goodnight my dear boy," he said patting his head as he was teleported out to get some sleep.