"Please stop it, Kacchan!" the green haired boy shouted, desperation in his tears as he stood between the explosive demon, in the form of a child, and the battered kid behind him, scorched all over from the demon's strength.

"If you continue doing this, I''ll never forgive you!"

The demon of blond hair clasped his fist into his palm, crackling with sparks as a malicious grin spread across his face.

"And what can you do Deku? You don't even have a Quirk."

The cruel figure stepped forward, readying his hand for a blast to his face, palm already charged with a vermillion glow, sparks spraying off its surface as the grin became even wider still.

In all over the world, abilities had manifested among children, with 80% of the population already having this unknown power called a Quirk. Quirks appear at age 4, either emitter or metaphysical augmentation of the body. "Heroes" became a feasible and popular occupation, resulting in heroes across the globe having all forms of abilities to fight crime. But however, Quirks had also for the potential of evil, aiding crime all the same.

Today was of no different for Izuku Midoriya, also called Deku for the meaning of "useless". In all his class, he had not even manifested a quirk, let alone able to stand against one of the more powerful and rancorous Quirk users in his class, Katsuki Bakugo, also known as Kacchan.

Izuku knew it was hopeless, useless even to stand up to this inhuman spiky haired blond, but he did so all the same. Was it because of fear? Hate? Determination? Justice? He did not know.

"Look you made him cry! I-I won't let you do so any further!" Izuku stuttered, tears of dread pooling from his eyes. Still, he steeled himself for the incinerating blast, his eyes wrought with determination.

He knew what was going to happen. Again, he was going to be beat up. Time and time again, he reached home, with singed skin and scorched shirt.

"LOOK WHO'S TALKING DEKU!" Sparks shot out the aggressors hand as yellow and white of explosions launched from its master.

Izuku's recollections of his mother, bawling her eyes out every night came to mind.

He only wanted her to say he could be a hero. Yet he failed all expectations. He failed to stand up against the wrong. He could never be a hero. He could never use his Quirk. He could only endure.

Plumes of fiery desolation tore his world into darkness.