Her name is Izuko Midoriya, and for as long as she can remember she has wanted to be a Hero! Those dreams sadly were dashed at a young age when she discovered she would more then likely never receive a quirk. From there her life only seemed to get worse. She could still remember the look on Kachaan's face when she had told him the news. In that instance, the warm friendly Kaachan who had stood by her side turned cold, his eye's looked at her differently. His words tore through her already cracked heart in one earth shattering sentence.

"Quirkless huh? Then what are you doing hanging out with me for?" She cried. She sat there alone and cried as her Kachaan left her, alone and broken. Things didn't get much better after that. As the years passed he made a habit of calling out Izuko for her quirklessness even going so far as to start calling her "Deku", It caught on in no time and soon everyone called her that. Even some of her teachers. Still, no matter how much it hurt, she never gave up hope. She held out hope that a quirk, any quirk would manifest itself. Still no matter how much she prayed and hoped and pleaded with any unseen forces to give her something, anything, she would never receive her Quirk. Swallowed up in her loneliness she buried herself in her study of Pro Hero's. . .

So that's how she got here. Sitting alone at the back of class face buried in her notebook as she wrote down notes on Kachaan's newest use of his quirk. Even if it was used against her. She till remembered the shock seeing him use it to ignite her skirt along the hem. Sure it left small burns along the outside of her thigh and had burned a hole in her stockings, but it was a clear improvement in his control. Before he was always blowing things up or smoldering burns into her skin with smaller cracks and sizzles, but this time he had used such precise control and it had left her mumbling incessantly to herself as she thought of uses for his newfound control. She could sort of hear the class discussing Kachaan's application for U.A. She smiled softly to herself thinking of how Kachaan was sure to get it. Her smile faded only slightly as she remembered her own application. Even without a Quirk, if she was lucky she could still get into the support courses if she was lucky.

"The fuck'd you say Deku!" Kachaan's voice cut through the class and snapped her out of her thought's as she snapped her head up to look in his direction. The entire class was staring at her with looks of shock on there faces and she couldn't help but cringe into herself as Kachaan skulked his way towards her a look of pure rage etched into his face. As he reached her desk he slammed his palm against her desk and his quirk activated shattering her desk in an explosion of splintered wood and burnt metal sending her flying back out of her chair and slamming into the wall behind her, her head colliding with enough force to blur her vision. Her eye's began to water as she looked up at him. "I said what in the fuck did you say you quirkless bitch! You really think U.A. would except your worthless ass!"

"K-Kachaan I . . ." Her words were cut off as Kachaan leant down gripping the collar of her shirt and lifting her up to look him in the eye's, smoke billowing out from the hand holding her.

"Listen here Deku, I'm going to be the only one from this school who get's into that school, and no quickless bitch like you is going to ruin that for me!" Izuko started to open her mouth to peak when his hand released her and exploded in her face as she fell back against the wall again."SHUT IT!" His eye's were full of so much race and it was all directed at her. It was enough to choke the breath out of her as she felt the beginnings of a burn forming on her cheek. "He squatted down to her level, oh so slowly, and this time his eye's seemed to shift ever so slightly. The rage there was leaving but it was being replaced with something else she couldn't quite place. "If your so desperate to be a hero, I think I know the answer for you Deku. Why not take a leap of faith off the roof, and pray you get a quirk in your next life." She could barely here the cry that muffled it's way out of her throat as his usual friends, if they could be called that, chuckled and snickered behind him throwing snide remarks her way along the lines of what Kachaan had just said to her. He stayed there silently for a moment staring at her, something in his eye's seemed off, but eventually he shook his head and stood marching out of class saying "Just don't get in my way . . . stupid Deku."

Izuko trudged home, alone and tired. She was so tired of everything, Kachaan's constant bullying. Her quirkiness. But most of all she was just so tired of being alone. As much as her mother wanted to support her, there was just so much she could do. Izuko never blamed her though. She just couldn't understand. She'd grown up with her quirk, had never had to put up with the ridicule not having one came with. The loneliness it brought. The self doubt and hate. Izuko was so caught up in her own thought's that she had barely heard the sound of the sewer grate behind her shifting as a hulking gelatinous blob oozed out and crept up on her. She just heard what sounded like a chuckle behind her snapping her out of her stupor when she suddenly felt slimy substance sliding up her legs and before she had time to react it slid over her body from head to toe. She fought desperately to move but it was useless and when she felt the suffocating slime ooze into her mouth and nostril and down her throat all she could think was 'This is how I die' That's when he heard it speak, "Yes that's it little one, just give in and it will all be over soon, and hey Maybe after I take your body for myself I'll even take it out for a spin. It's been a while sense I've had such a young little thing such as yourself to play with. I can only Imagine what this body can do in bed!" Tear's were streaming from her eye's as her vision slowly blurred and began to fade. It hurt so much, she could feel the lime forcing it's way into her lungs the pressure was so intense she couldn't believe she hadn't passed out already.

As her vision faded away and her mind sputtered she could feel a haze wash over her as death welcomed her into it's open arms, and then cold. Oh god it was so cold all of a sudden. If she was dead, how was she so cold that it hurt. Her mind slowly faded to black as she let out one final shiver that seemed to rack her whole body and then . . . nothing . . . and like that her eye's burst open as air flooded her lungs. Her brain fired off like never before as her senses came back to her in a flood of information and the only coherent thought she could manage was just how cold she was. As her vision began to clear and her senses slowly returned to her through her racking coughs she noticed the world was flying by in a blur, oh god that did nothing for her nausea and she had to slam her eye's shut tight. That's when she noticed those hands holding her so tight. She was being held close to someone's body and man were they warm. Like really warm. She couldn't help but to bury her face into that warmth trying desperately to wash the cold away. "Don't worry I've got you, so please hold on just a little longer. Were almost there." At he sound of that voice Izuko opened her eye's and looked up to see a young boy who couldn't have been any older then her. His hair was, two different colors? If that wasn't weird it was even split down the center white on one side, and red on the other. And god was he cute. Her face flushed pink at the thought and she quickly buried her face into his chest again to hide her embarrassment. If the boy noticed he didn't say a thing and for that she was grateful. As if fate wanted to toy with her she felt the day hit her at once and she struggled to keep herself awake and as her eye's fluttered in vain to stay open even slightly she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

When she opened her eye's again she was lying in a hospital bed the slow beep of a heart monitor which she could only assume was hooked up to her droned on in the almost silence of the room. She slowly hooked her arms under herself to hoist herself up and that when she spotted him standing silently at the door looking out into the hall. That same boy from earlier. She was so shocked she couldn't even speak. Who was he, and why was he still here, and god he really was cute, no! He was hot! Even wearing a long sleeved shirt she could still see the tell tale signs of taught muscle under those sleeves. As soon as she thought that she felt her cheeks flush and heard the heart monitor pick up pace just enough to draw his attention. His eye's darted in her direction the moment it sped up, and at first he looked worried until he saw she was awake and his expression went back to being almost stoic, and oh so unreadable. She watched him silently as he looked out into the hall one more time before starting across the room to stand by her bedside. His eye's wandered over her body for a long slow moment before his eye's finally locked onto her's and she visibly swallowed, the heart monitor beside her kicking up again and with that her cheeks went red. She was sure he heard the heart monitor but was ignoring it. He had to be.

"How are you feeling?"

She blinked a few times staring at him like a total idiot as she did before it dawned on her that he had asked her a question. She blushed again before sitting up straight and what preceded could only be described as a total communication breakdown. "H-hot, er, y-you I-I mean w-what, s-sludge where . . . How!" She shook er head and mentally berated herself for fucking up on such a colossal scale before clearing her thought's and starting over "I-I mean. What happened? I-I was so cold, I could h-have sworn I had died." She saw the boy grimace ever so slightly at that before he rubbed at the back of his neck saying

"Sorry. That was my fault. I used my quirk to much and sort of chilled you along with that villain. As for the villain I couldn't do much other then grab you and run. My apologies if I hurt you in any way." Izuko's whole body seemed to slump a little at that. Looking down at her hands she mumbled

"I-I'm s-sorry." The boy's head perked up at that as his face contorted in confusion. This young girl had apologized to him for being saved? But before he could question it he froze at the sound of heavy footfalls coming down the hall. His head whipped around at the sound of the hospital room door swung open with probably too much force, bringing the attention of both occupants to the door revealing none other then . . . "E-E-E-Endeavor!?" The #2 Hero otherwise known as Endeavor was standing there scowling at her as if he had found something disgusting that he wanted to squish causing her to blood to freeze. His eye's then moved to the young boy beside her and she couldn't help the sigh of relief that left her body at the loss of his gaze.

"Todoroki. You missed your afternoon training. Come. We'll be making up for that when we get home." He began turning around but before stepping out he shot one last glance Izuko before sneering and left. The boy now known as Todoroki looked back to her one last time and placed a gentle hand on her knee as if to apologize, or maybe comfort her.

"Get well." The words were brief and concise but something about that was ok. He gave her what she could only perceive as a smile before finally leaving. The sudden emptiness of the room felt way to familiar to her, the shock and awe of meeting such a mysterious young boy or the #2 Hero wearing off way too quickly for her. As she sat there alone with her own thought's the reality of her day sunk in and she gave in to the inevitable racking sobs that choked out of her as she realized how close she had come to dying, but more so at the realization at the fact that she had actually started to welcome it. Hours passed and when her mother never arrived she was eventually let go much to the behest of her doctor.

As she walked home she was awash in her thought's ignoring the slowly darkening sky above her. Kachaan had been right. She couldn't do anything when she was attacked by a Villain. All she could do was struggle and await the inevitable. She was just as useless as he had said. How could she ever dream of being a Hero when she was just so damn useless. All she'd ever do is get in the way . . . or worse. Get someone killed. Her eye's began to water and she had to stifle the sobs aching to escape her body yet again. Her dreams were dead. She had nothing to fight for. Nothing to strive towards. She was just a quirkless, useless Deku. Nothing would change that. And she had excepted that now. It was just the reality of the situation.

She was quickly shaken from her self deprecating thoughts when a shoulder slammed into her knocking her to the ground. Eye's wide with surprise she finally looked around her to see people running and screaming, other's rushing in the opposite direction yelling things like "Over here" "What kind of villain is it" and "I heard he has a hostage". Her body shot into autopilot before she could even thing and her feet were already sprinting like a madman towards the sound of shouts in the distance. As she got closer she could just make out the light of fires in the distance, but she couldn't see much of anything due to the crowd that had gathered. Thankfully she had experience pushing through crowds and she easily wormed her way to the front of the crowd. As she got there however her blood ran cold.

There in the center of the street surrounded by fire and rubble, was that slime villain from before. She had thought that boy, Todoroki, had disposed of it but . . . there it was. In all it's horrifying glory. And there within it squirming and fighting desperately to survive was . . . No! Kachaan was trapped inside of that things grasp, his face nearly entirely covered, and the memory of choking and gagging on the slime that had oozed down her throat flashed through her mind. As she looked around she saw the Pro's all standing back frozen. None of them were doing anything, and if they didn't soon, her Kachaan wasn't going to make it! Why weren't they doing anything? Why? And then it happened. Her eye's locked with Kachaan's and those eye's always full of confidence and sometimes fury, were now awash in fear and pleading, begging for help. Before she knew what she was doing she was flying through the fire her heart drumming in her ears as she grew closer to Kachaan and that slime that encased him.

'Think think think! What are you doing! Why are you going to him! I can't do anything! I'm just going to get myself killed so why am I . . ." and then she saw the despair in Kachaan's eye's again and her thoughts cut out as her brain kicked into overdrive. 'I can't overpower it. I can't freeze it. I need to distract it long enough to pull him out. No it's too thick that won't work but if I . . .' Her bag slung off her shoulder and in an instant she was unzipping and hurling her bag as hard as she could right at it's eye's. As the contents scattered and slammed into it it's grip on Kachaan loosened just enough for his face to break free and as he choked up what slime he could his voice rang through her ears.

"THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING YOU USELESS DEKU! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! YOUR GOING TO . . ." His voice was cut out as she dove head first into the slime using all the strength she could muster to force Kachaan out the other end of the slime. As his body slammed into the pavement with enough force to wind him. He was about to scream at Deku when his eye's locked on her and his blood ran cold. He froze at what he saw. Tears were streaming from her eye's as her right arm and her head poking out from the slime were slowly pulled back in and god dammit why was she smiling at him. He watched in Horror as her head disappeared into that viscous ooze and then in an instant it was over. A loud booming crash landed right in front of him and he was suddenly staring at the back of none other then All Might himself.

"Have No Fear! I am Here!" He looked back at Kachaan briefly that ever present smile strong as ever as he gave his signature thumbs up before rocketing forward in the blink of an eye, his left arm easily penetrating the slime and pulling out that stupid deku before shouting "DETROIT! SMASH!" His right fist slammed forward and the sudden explosion of force that erupts from his fist blowing the slime into millions of tiny droplets. His hold on Deku shifted quickly as He looked down at her with a look none of them had ever seen before before turning to the Pro Hero's on hand saying "I hate to run but this young girl appears to need medical attention. I will take her to the hospital while you clean up this mess!" Before anyone could object he was gone leaving cracked pavement where he had stood before.