Chapter 1

"Can a quirkless person be a hero like you?!" Izuku shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice carrying as much desperation and hope as it could.

He had to ask it. Now that All Might, Number One Hero in Japan and America, the Symbol Of Peace, was standing here, right in front of him, this was his only chance to get the answer to this question. Otherwise all his plans would be ruined.

He gazed up, expecting to see the massive form of the Hero. Instead all he witnessed was the giant wall of steam and a shadow of a man. Those sunken cheeks and deep bags under eyes. Those weak, tiny arms with no sign of muscle at all, that could be easily snap like a twigs. Those oversized clothes that previously could barely contain the humongous body, now looked just like a bags thrown on the scarecrow. But the most terrifying thing was the lack of smile. In its place a sat a pained grimace.

"Damn… out of time again." All Might said in barely audible voice. The man peaked at him. "Don't go telling about it kid, okay? Not many people know, how the Symbol of Peace looks like."

Izuku swallowed hard and nodded a bit. "How… How that have happened?" A completely normal question to ask in this kind of situation. One seemingly born out of the human's curiosity.

All Might glanced to the side, before rising up his shirt, showing a horrifying scar that was the mix between deep purple and angry red color. "I've into the fight with a powerful villain five years ago. It was never made public. I've lost my stomach and one lung." The Hero sighed loudly, lowering his shirt. The man turned to the door to the rooftop and walked to them, stopping just a few feet before them. "As for your question… You should give up. Heroics aren't really a game. While intentions and just heart are necessary, without power you can't do anything. If you still want to help, become a police officer or a doctor. Those roles are more safe and you can still be of the good use to society. If not, then corporation wpuld always welcome anyone. Farewell, young man." All might told him in grave tone, before opening the exit and disappearing in it.

There it was. The brutal and only truth. The harsh words that shattered the souls of the most braveries ones and destroyed the dreams of the most hopefuls. The words that could push any human to do the seemingly atrocious acts, only to stop the dark thoughts that plunged in the minds of those who heard them.

Izuku walked slowly to the edge of the building and got to the other side of the guardrail. Peaking down he saw some a dirty alley filled with trash. More than ten floors under his feet. Looking up, at the grey sky, he felt the first droplets of rain hit his face. He closed his eyes as he stepped forward.

Izuku ran. He ran as fast as his eight year old legs could carry him. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to get away from his tormentors. He knew why they were chasing him, but he didn't understood why. All he wanted to do was to show Kacchan and his friends his new Hero Card.

They were printed not even a month ago. But that was a special edition, containing the new, platinum All Might card. It was made to celebrate Hero's twentieth anniversary of service. This card was ultra-rare, only ten thousand copies were made in Japan. And the only way to get them was to get lucky with the bag of chips. By the grace of the God, Izuku lucked out, gaining that marvelous piece to his collection. He saw it as some kind of sign that would bless his future Hero career.

So today, when he met up with Kacchan and others, he showed it to them, saying his thoughts and dream with the brightest smile he could muster. His other friends were awed by the card. But not Kacchan. The boy screamed at him, throwing the mean names left and right, and setting the explosion right into his chest, burning his new shirt.

Then Kacchan told others to catch him. So Izuku, being the smart one, begun to run away. Which turned into some kind of goose chase. The worst part about it? He didn't know this part of the city.

Suddenly, after getting out from some alley he saw the river and a small bridge. His lungs and legs burned him from all this running away he did. He needed to rest. He needed to hide. So he did the first thing that could satisfy both of those things. He got under the metal constructions, hoping that they wouldn't find him.

Izuku didn't even get to sit down, when he heard his bullies coming into the area. He couldn't really understand what they were saying, nor he could peak at them, without blowing up his cover. So he just stood there, his hands pressed tightly against his month, trying to avoid making any sounds.

He didn't know how much time have passed. Was it seconds? Was it minutes? He couldn't really tell. The voices quieted making him release a deep sigh. They were gone. Now he only needed to wait here a few moments and try to figure out the way home. Simple. Nothing that he couldn't manage. A Hero always could find his way out of any oppre…

A loud explosion and scorching heat reached him, throwing him out from his feet onto the ground. His head hit the rocky bottom of the shore and dull pain flared above his left eyebrow.

"There you are, you shitty Deku." Kacchan growled at him. A smoke was rising from his outstretched palms. A huge, angry grimace marred his face and his red orb held an dangerous glint in them. "You thought that you can run away from me after splitting out that bullshit!?"

Two lackeys grabbed him by his arm, forcing him to stand up. Izuku tried to get away from them, but he didn't have enough strength. His fearful, teary eyes gazed at his best friend. Why was he doing this?! Kacchan wanted to be a Hero, just like him. This wasn't how the Hero behaved!

A fist plunged into his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. A hit to the cheek, then another one to the other side. A kick to the stomach, followed by yet one more punch, this time onto the chest.

More came at him, with equal amount of wrath and profanities, but it did nothing more than to add to already existing physical pain. Yet none of those hit hurt him more than the feeling of betrayal from Kacchan.

Sure, the boy was rough and angry, during his better days, but Izuku always considered him his best friend. Even when he was called the names, even when he got pushed around or had his things burned by Explosion. He always believed that he would be a Hero alongside Kacchan.

So why? Why was he behaving like a villain? Hurting other kids, calling them extras, destroying they belongings. Why were the teachers seemingly blind towards his tendencies? Why it was him always getting the talks about how he's in the way, causing troubles, while he clearly was the victim here? He couldn't understand it.

He felt that he was grabbed by his collar. His vision was really hazy now. His right eye was almost swollen shut due to getting a strong punch, his left one was all red, because of the blood that got to it, thanks to that cut on his forehead.

"Listen here, Deku, and listen me well." Kacchan's face was close to his, only centimeters divided their noses. The expression the boy held was the one of pure rage. "You will never be a Hero." He said those words loud and clear. "You're just a quirkless loser, who can't do shit on his own. So do me a fucking favor and stop going around spilling that bullshit that you're going to stand alongside me on the same ground. You're below bottom, worse than any extra there is."

Kacchan released his grip on him, making Izuku's body fall lifelessly onto the cold, stony shore. He heard them leave him after few moments, but not after playing around with his things. Soon after his eyes closed and his mind was embraced by darkness.

Izuku slowly woke up with a groan. His body hurt him in almost all places and he could only just barely see on his right eye. Something tight was wrapped around his left one, not allowing him to see a thing. Turning his head around he saw that he was laying on the hospital bed in the small, bright yellow room. To his left arm was attached the IV. The smell was a sterile one, making him wrinkle his nose.

He opened his mouth to say anything, but his throat was raw and dry. Immediately he begun coughing, which only hurt more. He felt something papery touch his lip, soon followed by the cool water. He drunk it greedily, quenching his thirst, that he wasn't aware of at first.

"T-thank you-u." Izuku whispered with a grunt.

"You're welcome, young man."

The voice was definitely a male one. He didn't know the man, but his tone was smooth, pleasant and somehow made him feel at ease. It also had the hidden power behind it. Power that could guarantee to do anything. Needlessly to say, he didn't know that person.

Turning to the man, he saw a very handsome male in black suit without the tie and unbuttoned collar. He had a short, black hair, slicked back with a gel. His eyes had the greyish green color, that held something Izuku couldn't even begin to comprehend. Then there was the smile. It was actually closer to the smirk, showing a bit of perfectly white teeth. But it wasn't the one that was made due to the mockery. It suited the man.

"In case you're wondering, you're in the private clinic of my friend. I've found you a week ago near the river bank."

A week?! He was out for so long? No wonder that he could barely speak. Still, a week passed. Was there any search party? Did his mom knew where he was? Did she even knew, that he was alive?

"I'd go to the police and tell them about you, but I couldn't get a picture of you. Your face was badly beaten." The man informed him. "The only thing that was near you was that notepad with quirks in it." There was a hint of joy in his voice. "You really have a good eye and sharp mind. To analyze all of those quirks to such degree at your age. I'm truly impressed." It came as genuine as it could.

Izuku felt the wave of heat hit his cheek and small smile making it way on his lips. No one really praised his quirk analysis. His mom only told him to watch out during the Hero-Villain fights and not bother the person, whose quirk caught his interest.

Honestly during this short exchange the man was nicer to him than almost any other person for all his life.

"Can you tell me your name? That way, I can go to the police and get their help. If things go fast, by the end of the week you'll go back to your parents and friends."

And suddenly the spell vanished. The recent events crashed back to him at the full force. His smile disappeared and in the corner of his eyes tears gathered.

"What's wrong?" The man asked in concern.

"I-I… I don't w-want to g-go b-back." Izuku answered in shaky voice. He took unsteady breath before continuing. "I'm q-quirkless, but I-I want t-to be-e a Hero. Yet a-all my m-mom a-and my f-frie… the k-kids from m-my age are d-doing is s-slowly d-d-destroying my dream." He pointed at his face and body. "This… T-This is the d-doing of my b-best friend w-who wants t-to be a Hero… I d-don't w-want to go-o back t-there, to b-being n-nothing, but a u-useless waste o-of space. To b-being a Deku."

He started crying, tears running freely from his eyes, a small hiccup escaping from his lips uncontrolled. He felt so much better by finally getting it out from his chest. He didn't know for just how ungodly long he carried it all inside of him. Weeks? Months? Years? It was so hard to tell now. But at this moment Izuku felt free. Like some invisible shackles fell from his arms and legs and a weight was taken out from his shoulders.

He felt something touch his head, gently, almost tenderly, petting him. It made him melt at the feeling, snuggling as close as he only could, craving for more. It was similar to the way his mom did it, but at the same time so much different. Needlessly to say, that it did the trick and calmed him down.

Izuku peaked at the man, who still had his hand buried in his hair. A small smile stretched his lips and in his eyes he could see something akin to understanding.

"The world is a harsh place." The man begun. His voice was somber and carried a lot of weight in it. "Everyone is treated differently, because of their quirks. Those who have strong ones are praised for just being born. Those with weak quirks are commonly made into the laughing stocks, becoming the gray characters in each other's lives." The man looked at him. "And quirkless one are beyond the margin of society. Unaccepted by many, looked down as those who don't have the very basic right to be alive. All because they don't have the right genes in them."

Izuku felt the new wave of tears coming to him. The brutal truth about the world he was living in was served to him. Right under his nose. He didn't feel any strength in him. Maybe he should just really give up? There was no way that he would be able to become a Hero. Nor change the world.

"But I for one don't agree with this mindset."

He thought that his neck snapped with how fast his head turned to the man. His lone eye looked for any sign of deception on the man's face, but he couldn't find any. Those words were sincere, coming straight from the heart.

"While it's true, that quirks are amazing and fascinating, they're not everything there is to people. Take Endeavor for example. He possess one of the most powerful fire quirks in Japan, maybe even the world, but he's not suited to be a Hero, due to his brash personality. Sadly it's utterly overlooked. Because he has the power. Our world became absolutely disgusted place to live in." The man's nose wrinkled as his face features twisted. But a split second later a small smirk returned and a hand extended to him. "I want to change it. I want to change our society. Turn it from its wronged way. I want people to see more than just quirks in each other. I want us all to understand each other. Do you wish to join me in this quest? Do you want to become the Hero of your own making?" His tone finally showed that hidden power, igniting the flame in Izuku's soul once again.

He thought about it. Could he? He was just a quirkless kid. Nobody would listen to him. Just like it always was. But… this man. He believed in him. He wanted him to join him, to be something more. He wanted him to change the world, so no one would have to suffer anymore.

Still awed by the speech, Izuku took the man's hand and squeezed lightly. "How do I call you?" he whispered loudly.

A grin showed on the man's lips. "You can call me… Sensei."

A/N:

I AM HERE WITH THE NEW STORY!

Hi guys! So I've decided to go with it anyway and make a new story. As you can see, this one will be about Izuku being the villain. I've always thought of it as something very interesting. Some time ago the idea for it just randomly born in my head and after playing around with it for a while, I decided to give it a try.

Don't worry, BFTGU isn't on hiatus or abandoned. Using Mei's language, it's my first, precious baby. And as the prideful writer, I won't stop until its finished. Which will take quite a lot of time to be honest.

Also, right of the bat, THANK YOU HolyKnight5. I've contacted them about this story and asked for help. And story is immediately so, so much better. Of course, if any of you have any suggestions, I'll gladly take them into consideration.

Anyway, that's it for now. Enjoy the chapter and stay safe guys!