Prologue & First Chapter

No.

Those words echoed painfully deep within his person.

Countless people have told him that his dreams were worthless, and no matter what he did in the present or future, nothing will change, for he is quirkless.

Living in a society filled with both heroes and villains, the said society was controlled by quirks. Those who have quirks are praised as being blessed and gifted, while those without are regarded as average and unimportant. It was an unfair society, it did not matter what a person's wish or dream is, if he or she has a quirk, he or she will have many possibilities to make that wish or dream a reality. While those not blessed by a quirk, will have to swallow their hopes of being someone spectacular or amazing and will have to accept where their place is.

How unfair.

At the center of a plaza, a crowd had gathered. All of them were looking at the giant screen on a building that showed a program of some sort. On the screen, a very large man stood with a huge smile on his face. He had a very muscular and well-define physique. He had short blonde hair brushed backwards, with two distinct tuffs that stick up above his head that resembled antennae. He was flexing as he was speaking, to a person ignorant of the current society he might look really silly, but for those who are "into" the current society, this person on the screen symbolized justice. With each flex of his muscle and each word spoken out, the crowd cheered and applauded. But among those crowd, a lone boy stood at the back. Unlike the others, he was neither cheering nor applauding. Instead, he looked at the screen with dull eyes with heavy bags underneath it. The boy had a gloomy aura to him and his unkempt hair and messy clothes implied that he had no care to his well-being.

"I am here!"

As the man on the screen said those words, the crowd erupted into a louder cheer. However, the boy remained motionless. Instead, he clenched his fist tightly and bit his lip, as if he was severely frustrated.

The boy was named Midoriya Izuku. He had a stature that was quite small for someone his age. With a round face and a bit messy fluff of dark green hair, he looked like the typical average school kid.

For as much as he can remember, he was treated poorly by his classmates and so-called "friends", but their unfairness doubled by the time they learned that he was quirkless. He was bullied and mistreated. Despite being a good kid, he was insulted by those around him by sticking to his dream of becoming a hero.

Why was he insulted?

Why was someone like him so unfairly mistreated?

Was it because he was quirkless?

His dream of becoming a hero, was it useless for someone like him?

Was he nothing more than huge dead weight for people around him?

These questions ravaged the boy's mind every single day.

Yet, he still clung to a string of hope.

All might's encouraging words remained deep within and served as a oasis in the boy's cracking person. He admired All might, basically worshiping him. He hoped that even though he was quirkless, he can be someone like All Might and be able to inspire people, especially those who are mistreated.

The boy hoped that one day he will be able to meet with is hero. One day, he hoped that he would be able to tell his dream to his hero and to hear the encouraging words of his hero in person. Until then, the boy will wait and hope, while reliving his memories of All Might.

Wait and hope.

That day came, but it was not the day where his hope was confirmed or strengthened. It became the day where his hope was shattered completely.

No.

That word became the catalyst that shattered the boy's entire person. Even though his hero, All Might, offered consoling words which came in the form of the boy becoming like a policeman. Saying that even though the job wasn't flashy as a hero, it was still a noble job.

However he didn't realize how those words are heard by a person whose hope was shattered. To the boy, the consoling words were nothing more than words said by the winners in order to let the losers feel better about themselves.

The boy knew that his idol didn't mean no harm, but deep within him, resentment started to sprout.

His idol left and the boy, now a complete mess, decided to go home.

Reaching his home, he immediately went straight for his room while ignoring the words of his mother. He locked his door and even though his mother kept knocking on his door, he ignored everything. Turning his computer on, he navigated through the web in order to look at videos that were currently live. He gazed around his room, all of the All Might merchandise that carefully decorated his room further sprouted the resentment that was starting to grow inside him. Then he looked back to his screen and realized that the video on his screen was showing Bakugo Katsuki was being held hostage by the Sludge Villain from before.

The boy knew that it was only a matter of time before the villain was defeated by the heroes, however at the moment, the boy smiled. As he watched his "friend" have a terrified expression on his face on screen, the boy felt the slightest amount of joy in his heart. He didn't want the villain to win, but seeing Bakugo Katsuki being rendered useless with a stupid expression on his face made the boy a bit happy.

A week has passed since then, but the Izuku remembered everything that transpired that day clearly without any mistake as if it happened yesterday.

The program on the screen changed into regular news and All Might could no longer be seen, the crowd started to disperse. Izuku walked up to the end of the block and waited for the street lights to change.

He felt worthless and useless. Whatever he did brought no joy to him. He wondered if someone like him would be remember if he just disappeared. He remember the words said to him before.

Why don't you throw your sorry ass off a roof and hope in the next life you have a quirk.

It was stupid, but deep inside him, the words felt appealing to him. Nothing would change if he disappeared, nobody would even remember him, for he is just another quirkless individual waiting on the sides while those with quirks get to shine.

"Wait, stop!"

All of a sudden, he was brought back from his thoughts by a sudden scream. He looked forward and saw a little girl crossing the street chasing a purple balloon. He shifted his gaze to the side and noticed a car speeding its way.

There were no words inside his mind at the moment.

Not even the notion if him not having a quirk.

If he did manage to save the girl, he would not be remembered and be soon be forgotten.

But he didn't care.

At the moment, the little girl needed to be saved, and Izuku was more than willing enough to save her.

Quirk or not, he will save her.

The last thing he remembered after that was the sound of a loud crash and people screaming their throats out. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. He could hear muffled words in his ears, but they were too distorted to grasp their meaning. His body felt heavy, yet he felt like he was floating in water.

"Hello!"

Signaled by the sudden voice, Izuku opened his eyes.

Feeling the heaviness of his body fade away, he sat up quickly. Certain that he was hit by a car. he stood up and began stretching, but there was no pain. He was sure he was hit, so if he wasn't dead, he should've been severely injured. But he felt neither pain nor any soreness on his body.

"Was that all a dream?" Izuku uttered softly.

"Nope, your actually dead."

Izuku looked back towards the direction which the voice seemed to have originated from. He was surprised to see a woman standing in his sights.

The woman looked mature as if she was in her late twenties. She had deep black hair so long that it draped all over the ground. She wore a dark form-fitting sleeveless dress with long black glove covering most of her arms. She didn't wear any socks or shoes, it seemed she walked with bare foot. But what drew the attention the most were the horns and wing that she had. She had ivory white horns that had the form of tree branches that rests at the side of her head all the way to the back of her head, giving the horns the image of a crown. A large single wing rested upon her lower back. The wing seemed more like a skeleton arm covered intricately with black feathers.

The room where they were in seemed like an elegant bedroom of a noble. The floor was entirely covered with deep black carpet. At the middle of the room stands a master bed with white sheets and black pillows. The walls were white, but due to them being covered in intricate letters, they seemed more black than white. The letters written on the surface of the wall couldn't be understood by Izuku. They were far too different from the letters of the modern alphabet.

Izuku grew confused. She didn't know the identity of the woman in front of her, if she did ever meet someone like her, he would've surely remembered due to the appearance alone. He wondered if it was due to a quirk why the woman's appearance is like that.

Quirk.

Suddenly, a sharp pain radiated from Izuku's chest. It was brief, but quite painful. He remembered the fact that he was quirkless, and everyone around him ridiculed him for it. Even his idol rejected the notion of his dream due to the sole fact of him being quirkless.

He glared and clenched his teeth in frustration.

"Ah, that expression is wonderful! It's giving me chills."

Before Izuku noticed, the woman had already had his face on her hands. The woman drew Izuku's face closer to hers and the realization of the distance caused him to blush. He wanted to get away, but the woman held his face firmly on her hands.

"I'll do you a favor, boy. Allow me to show you how the epilogue of your life would be."

The woman let go of Izuku's face and clapped her hands.

Immediately after the entire room glowed in blinding white light.

As soon as Izuku opened his eyes, he saw the scene that transpired after he had jumped on the street to save the little girl. A crown had gathered and yelling and murmurs filled the entire area. The little girl that he tried to save was being caressed by her mother.

It would seem that he did manage to save her. A spark of relief and a tint of joy sprinkled his heart.

However, soon he felt dread. He looked over to the side and noticed a car that had rammed into the street light. The impact had been so great that the street light had caved in. Behind the car, a streak of tire marks in red trailed after. His gaze followed the trail into a puddle of blood just several meters away.

What he saw terrified him to the point that his knees gave away and he started vomiting.

In the middle of the puddle of blood, was him.

Or to be more precise, his body.

His corpse.

His body's flesh was tattered and scratched so much that his bones could be seen through his open flesh. His arms bent in a way that was never meant for it to bend. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, as if he saw a terrifying nightmare while asleep.

Izuku started to sob. He was happy that he finally managed to save someone even though he was quirkless, but something deep inside tells him otherwise. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to end his life just yet.

After getting his dreams crushed by the person whom he looked up to the most, he became depressed. However, he didn't want to die. The thought of him ending his own life did course through his mind from time to time, but he never had the will nor the conviction to go through with it.

He still lived through everyday.

No, that wasn't right.

He didn't live, he only survived.

He woke, he ate, he studied, he ate, he slept.

That was all.

That was not living, he merely survived.

He walked through everyday without any motivation nor goal inside his head. Like a corpse, he wandered in a lifeless-like state through his life.

"A hero."

Suddenly Izuku heard something from the crowd that grabbed his attention. He looked over to the crowd that were all gathered looking over his corpse.

"That kid's a hero."

Countless praise rained down to Izuku from the crowds' mouths. They praised him for saving a child even though it ultimately cost his own life. They eyes of those in the crowd were full of an emotion that was a mix of admiration and pity.

He was being called a hero.

In truth, he would've been happy. It was his life-long dream to be someone who could help others and be called a hero. To stand headstrong and firm in the eyes of the people.

But, he wasn't happy. Not a single tint of joy touched Izuku's heart.

"Bullshit."

Clenching his teeth, he cursed under his ragged breath.

He cursed everything. The car that ended his life, the crowd who were spouting mindless praise on his corpse, he cursed himself.

In order to be called a hero by others, he had to give up his life. While people with quirks, just had to go through the hero course and gain fame in order to be called a hero.

How unfair.

For the quirkless him, he had to actually die to be called a hero. If he didn't, nobody would even consider batting an eye. He would be just another ordinary run-of-the-mill quirkless individual. He would be ignored, scoffed at, and mocked.

He was indeed happy to be able to save someone in his life, but the words that came praising him was like rubbing salt to his open wound. They weren't words of praise, they seemed more like patronizing words to him.

"I hate this... I despise this!"

He punched the concrete ground as he cursed everything. Despite the pain that surged through his fist, he continued to punch the ground will all his strength.

Behind him was the woman who showed him all this. Due to Izuku being occupied as he punched the ground endlessly, he didn't noticed the shit-eating grin the woman had on her face. Her cheeks were incredibly flushed red and her eyes were wide as he looked over Izuku.

With her body shaking in excitement, she knelt down and embraced the sobbing Izuku with her full body fully pressing onto him.

She leaned in closer and whispered closer to his ears in a bewitching tone.

"Such is life. It is said that life is unfair to everyone, however only a fool with a significantly minuscule brain would believe that. Life favors those who are blessed and in luck, while those who are not are left in the back to be forgotten."

She grabbed Izuku's head and tilted it sideways. Slowly, she drew her lips closer. Opening her mouth, she drew her tongue out and, as if in thirst, licked Izuku's ear sloppily.

The boy shuddered feeling the sensation, but due to him being in deep depression, didn't react to much to it. The only reaction Izuku gave was him turning to look at the woman.

The woman smiled and giggled.

"Well, I'm liking you more and more. Your expression, your raw emotions, they excite me so much that my body can't stop trembling!"

She turned Izuku to face him and caressed his face gently.

"What if I told you that I can give you another chance?"

Izuku looked at the woman in confusion.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I told you," The woman replied in an amused tone. "I can give you another chance. A chance to come back. A chance to prove something."

Izuku stared at the woman in disbelief.

Honestly, he didn't even know who the woman is. He was sure that the woman he was talking to right now was no ordinary human. After being shown what happened to him after saving the young girl, Izuku was sure that he was dead. This could also be all just a dream of a dying person, but somehow that seemed unlikely to him.

No matter how many times he racked his brain to figure who or what the woman is, he drew no conclusion inside his mind. He didn't even know where he was.

Was this the afterlife?

If so, then it's significantly different to what he had expected. Very different.

"Do you not want another chance?" The woman tilted her head. "Don't you want to gain a chance to show those who mistreated and mocked you under their nose that they were wrong?"

Izuku felt something in his chest.

"Don't you want to see their face with your own eyes as you prove to them that you're no bystander. That you're no run-of-the-mill ordinary human?"

As he heard this words, Izuku looked down.

What good will it do if he ever did come back and gain another chance in life? He would still be the worthless and useless Midoriya Izuku whose dream was rejected by everyone even his most looked up idol?

"Don't you want to bash into their heads the fact that you're not powerless? That you're not quirkless?"

Izuku opened his eyes wide in bewilderment. He looked to the woman and saw her with a shit-eating grin as she looked back at him.

What did she mean to prove that he was not quirkless? He was quirkless, that's fact. A fact that was hammered into him by everyone he thought cared about him. A fact that ended up pulling him down to the ground.

A fact that shouldn't change.

"Y-You...can give me...a-a quirk?"

Hearing the words of Izuku, the woman licked her lips wet in anticipation, leaving a trail of saliva on her lips. With her hands, she grabbed Izuku's head and brought it much closer to hers.

"Yes." The woman grinned. "Show me how far you can go. Show me that that darkness engulfing your heart is something you could sway to your advantage."

The woman could give him a quirk? Was that even possible? Countless questions filled his mind as he rejected every notion of it being a possibility. But what if it's true? What if the woman can indeed give him another shot and this time he could have the sole thing that he wanted.

A quirk.

Flashes of the face of people who mistreated him appeared in his mind. The faces of his classmates, the faces of the teachers who didn't bat an eye even when they knew that he was being bullied. The faces of his so-called friends whom were cruel to him especially after learning that he didn't have a quirk. The face of his best friend Kacchan, whom ridiculed him and told him to go jump off the roof and hope in the next life that he had a quirk. The face of his idol, the man he worshiped as a hero, All Might. The man who shattered the remaining fragments of his dreams without any thought of it.

With all of these memories inside his mind, Izuku started to tremble. He clenched his fist so tightly that it started to go pale. He bit his lip so hard that blood dripped from it.

A another chance.

A chance to show those who ridiculed and mocked him that they were wrong.

A chance to prove that he wasn't the worthless and useless Izuku Midoriya.

The chance to become a hero.

Seeing the reaction of Izuku, the woman hugged herself in delight. The rage emanating from the boy excited her. The darkness swelling inside the heart of the boy filled her body with such pleasure that her legs were starting to shake in anticipation.

Certain, she knew what the next words of the boy would be. Lustfully, she waited for the boy to speak.

Izuku looked up to the woman with eyes shaking and a wry smile on his face.

"Show me."

Hearing this, the woman stood up and laughed maniacally. With her arms around her, she embraced herself tightly as she enjoyed the delight coursing through her body.

"That's it! Fine then! I'll grant you the one thing you want! That rage! That darkness!"

The woman grabbed Izuku by his neck and pulled him up.

"Allow me to enjoy the view as you get swallowed by the rage and darkness surging within you!"

She stopped laughing and then glanced Izuku's body from head to toe and back with eyes filled with lust.

"However, do allow me to enjoy this a bit more."

Pulling her lips closer to his, she kissed Izuku on the lips.

Afterwards, she dropped Izuku on the ground.

As soon as his body hit the ground, Izuku felt extreme pain surging through every inch of his body. He felt his flesh get ruptured and his bones shattering. He spat out blood as his body convulsed endlessly and felt like the inside of his skin were burning.

As he opened his eyes, he was welcome by a bright light. It took a minute before his eyes could properly adjust to the light. He realized that what he was staring at was a ceiling. The ceiling was white and clean without any tint of dirt.

He tried to turn his body, but he couldn't. His body felt so heavy, it was as if he was being crushed by a wall of pure concrete. Turning his attention to his hands, he tried to move.

One finger.

Two fingers.

Three fingers.

Four fingers.

Five fingers.

He moved his fingers one by one and after all of them together. Mustering what little strength he had, he raised his entire arm.

"Izuko! You're finally awake, thank god!"

Izuko?

That was not his name.

He turned his head and saw an adult woman staring at him with tears rolling down her cheeks.

He recognized who she was.

His mother.

Quickly, his mother grabbed his hand and embraced with all her might.

"I'm so glad! I'm so glad!"

All of a sudden he felt a warm and wet sensation spreading through his crotch. He turned his sight down to his body and was shocked.

He saw that his body was quite different from what it used to be.

Inko noticed the stare of her child and followed and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh! It's quite late, but it appears to have finally happened. I'll go grab a doctor and some supplies."

Inko then rushed out of the room in a hurry.

So this is what she meant by enjoying a bit more.

Chuckling in amusement, he let out an exasperated sigh.

"You damn woman."

Izuku Midoriya no longer.

He, no, she was Izuko Midoriya now.

It appears that after the accident, Izuko was in a coma for almost nine months. Since there were no signs of her ever regaining her consciousness, the staff at the hospital she was in had talked about removing the life-sustaining apparatuses. But her mother convinced them to let them stay on, to hope that her daughter would wake up.

And she did.

After waking up, it took a few more days before Izuko was finally given the permission to leave the hospital. She was given medication and vitamins in order to recover.

Izuko walked through the streets with her mother. She listened what has transpired after she he fell in a deep coma. Hearing what has happened, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself in amusement.

She was no longer a boy, but a girl now.

That damn woman from before did say that she wanted to enjoy herself a bit more, so this what she meant.

Izuko learned that everyone she had contact with has the memories of her being always a girl. Her classmates, her teachers, her so-called friends, Kacchan, Kacchan's parents, and her own parents.

Thinking about all of this, she couldn't help but be astounded as to how the damn woman from before managed to this. She was sure that she was no ordinary human at all, but not to such a great extent. It seems her imagination was not enough.

She was surprised at first, but managed to calm down shortly after. She had guess that this mental fortitude of hers is the result of her experience with the damn woman.

After all, it was like hell.

A torturous experience that felt that it lasted for years.

Soon, they finally reached their home.

Izuko looked around and realized that nothing had changed. The furniture, the wall, the floor, the ceiling, they were all the same back then.

"Alright then. Izuko, head to your room for now and rest, I'm sure you're tired. I'll prepare dinner for the mean time."

Inside her room, nothing has changed as well. Even though she has expected her room to be a bit more girly now that she was a girl, but in truth, it was still the same. A huge amount of All Might merchandise decorated the entire room.

She walked up to the mirror and saw her reflection.

Her face was no longer round, but slim. Her neck has become a bit longer and thinner. She was unsure if this was because of her being in a coma or just because she was a girl now. She took of her clothes completely and looked back at the mirror. Her body was completely that of a girl now. It surprised her actually, not the fact that she was a girl now, but because her body seemed healthy even though she just woke from a deep coma.

Looking at her completely naked body, she realized that she was unbelievably calm. She was sure that if this ever happened to some, they may go crazy. She brushed her now longer hair with her left hand as she caressed her face with her right hand.

"I guess this is what I am now."

Turning her glance to the side of the mirror, she saw a poster of the hero All Might was stuck onto it. The words "I am here!" was written in bold font on the bottom part of the poster.

Looking at the wide grin that All Might had on his face on the poster made Izuko remember something from before.

Those words that shattered her dreams.

Anger rose up within her as she remember those words spoken down to her. Heat started to increase inside her body and her left hand started to produce smoke.

She was happy that her daughter had finally woken up.

It seemed hopeless after months and months passed and her daughter showed no signs of ever waking up. But she persevered, she hoped and waited. No matter what the staff at the hospital had said, she convinced them with all her strength, even resorting to begging when needed.

She always felt a huge amount of guilt for her daughter. She was quirkless. Because of that she was mistreated and bullied by kids her age. She knew what was happening, but whenever she asked her daughter, she would always brushed it off as nothing. But she can see the bruised on her body, especially those burn marks on her shoulders. She tried contacting the teachers on school, but they always say that it's just because she was playing with the others with quirks.

Hearing the news of her daughter getting involved in accident, she almost felt her entire life crumbled. Seeing her daughter in a bloody state as she was being operated gave her terrors that she couldn't sleep at night.

She was proud of her daughter. Even with her being quirkless, she managed to save a little girl. But truthfully, she didn't want her daughter to go around saving people as she risked her life. She was quirkless after all. No matter how hard she tried, she was a normal person and could only do little.

She wanted to convnice her daughter to settle down being a regular quirkless individual, but her guilt kept stopping her from ever saying it right at her daughter's face.

As she was cooking a meal, something grabbed her attention away from what she was doing.

A loud crash could be heard from within their house.

The loud noise seemed to have originated from her daughter's room. Fearing the worse, she rushed towards her daughter's room even slipping a few time due to her being in a panic.

Reaching the door to her daughter's room. Realizing that it was locked, she knocked furiously.

"Izuko! Izuko, is everything okay!? Are you okay!? Izuko!"

Hearing no repsonse, she braced herself and opened the door using a spare key.

With a loud bang, she opened the door with such strength that it hit the wall producing a loud sound.

What she saw scared her.

The room was, in over all, fine. But the countless All Might merchendise that her daughter has cherished so much in her life was all destroyed and scattered all over the ground. The toys were in pieces, the notebooks and posters were in shreds, the pillows and blankets were all tattered.

She saw her daughter standing in the middle of the room without clothes. She was looking at the mirror that was shattered and countless shards from it managed to wound her daughter's body. Her daughter had something in her hand and it scared her the most.

With a shaking voice, she asked.

"I-izuko... Are you a-alright?"

Hearing her words, her daughter, Izuko turned her head towards her.

Izuko had glowing red eyes that seemed to leave streaks of it as she moved her eyes as if she was a monster hunting in the depths of the night. In her hand was a scythe. It was black in color and was long in length. It's blade shined in deep black and was engraved in unreadable letters. It's sharpness was obvious just by looking at its blade and it's shape was so fine and perfect, it looked like the scythe was meant to reap life itself.

Izuko stared blankly at her mother, but soon smiled.

"Everything is alright, mother. I am fine."

To be Continued.

Afterword

Well, here it is. I've always wanted to write a story about boku no hero and finally had managed to do it. Things happening in real life had been an obstacle to me writing, but finally I'm having some leeway. I've written two stories for Boku no Hero, this is one of them. The other is already done, but I'm not satisfied with it and plan on rewriting it.

If mistakes are seen in terms of spelling, grammar, and/or continuation, please feel free to send me a message and I will fix them as soon as I can. Have any suggestions? Feel free to tell me all about them as well. Any help is always welcome!

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