Chapter I - Izuku Midoriya: Origin Part I

As he ran through the alleys with a plastic bag in hand, the green-haired boy had a smile on his face. He had always loved this feeling; the thrill in being chased, and the satisfaction in not being caught. He looked at it as a kind of game, one that life had played with him ever since he was born. As he assumed that his pursuers had lost sight of him, the boy smirks and attempts to disappear into one of the city's backstreets, only to be seen by the officer's peripheral vision. Traversing the concrete jungle's terrain almost perfectly, he knew the streets like the back of his hand. Jumping from wall to wall, and maneuvering the roofs seamlessly, he had trust that his quirk and the skills he'd developed over the years would carry him far away from the danger the trigger-happy cops were. Looking back, and then down, he comes to the conclusion that he'd finally lost them. He had always looked at these arrest attempts against him as challenges, but over time, they eventually became boring to him, as he always had the less intelligent part of the police force on his tail. 'Oh boy, even seven-year-old me wouldn't have been caught in that one,' the boy thinks with a chuckle. He sighs, and recalls one of the very first times he'd broken the law for the sake of survival.

"Hey, kid with the green hair, in the rags! Stop right there! Give me that back!" boomed the police officer he'd just pickpocketed.

Thoughts ran through his head at an unnatural speed. 'What if I got caught? Would the cops shoot me up when they'd get to finally corner me? Would I starve to death in prison? Would the other inmates throw me around?'

He was just a kid, but as early as six years into his existence, he was reminded of one cruel truth;

Things weren't fair, and men weren't all born equal.

As he was distracted by his thoughts, he failed to notice that there was a bump in the street he was running on.

But before he hit his face flat on the ground, he took a moment to consider the gravity of the situation, when he decided not to allow gravity to act on his face, for that would put him in a very bad position.

'If I get caught here, then there's no way of making it back. I have to get through this!' the boy realized, and with a newfound determination, he did all he could in that situation.

He caught himself with his arms before falling to the floor, and he flinched as the pain from stopping himself so suddenly after speeding to such an extent shot through his arm. He merely ignored this, and as if on instinct, he quickly propelled himself faster with a sudden burst of speed. He proceeded to run through the alleys, and the boy had inferred that his pursuer failed to pick up on his trail. A shout could be heard from the other side of the street, and it could only be the police officer from earlier.

"I'll get you one day, you thieving scum!"

He then had a relieved look on his face, and he proceeded to walk back to the alley he first found himself in ever since his parents' accident, while rationing his spoils so that it would be a while before he'd steal again.

Even though he deeply resented his actions, he knew that this was the only way he could get by. But just because he'd stolen a couple of times, doesn't mean he was completely desensitized to the weight the feelings of guilt had bore upon him. He, after all, was still just a child, and he knew that what he was doing was wrong.

He pushed away these feelings of guilt, which were getting quite normal for him. He had other things to think about.

'What was that sudden burst of speed I had? Why did I only keep getting faster? Was that my quirk?' he thought, and despite the fact that he was always faster than the ones who went after him, he still became excited as he thought of the possibilities, not just for making his life easier, but rather for this particular dream he'd had ever since he still had a home.

'Maybe I could finally become a hero.'

He then mentally slapped this thought away, and sighed as he faced the reality smacked upon him at such an early age. 'What a silly thought. A petty thief, becoming a hero? I bet my parents must be laughing at me all the way from up there,' he thought. He was still indeed sad, no- devastated, by the fact that his parents were taken away from him so carelessly, and at such a young age, but he refused to dwell on those memories. He had to move on if he didn't want up dead like them. He took a look at himself, and proceeded to brush away the dirt that had clung to his already dirty clothing; the very same blue shirt, green cargo shorts, and red shoes he'd had ever since the day of the terrorist attack that took his parents.

To take his mind off his deceased loved ones, he decided to test out if that sudden burst of speed was indeed his quirk. He ran and ran, and he started to recreate the sensation that he'd felt earlier. He went jumping, skipping, and after a while, he hit the sweet spot.

After running and thinking about suddenly speeding through, his body moved in a blur. He looked around, and soon enough, he was where he wanted to be, as if he'd teleported there using his legs. And to test out how fast he could get, he put into action an idea he deemed completely idiotic, but efficient.

He tried walking on the walls of the alley, sort of like those ninjas on television he'd see when he passed by the richer part of the neighborhood, in search of a bite to eat.

He expected himself to fall on a short notice, but as he closed his eyes and braced himself for the hard impact of the floor below him, he noticed that there was the familiar feeling of wind brushing against his face, although it was quite different because he, in fact, was walking sideways. He then noticed that his plan ended up successful, and with a huge grin on his face, he started to jump and run along almost every perpendicular surface he could set his eyes on.

Relying on his pure instinct and the speed he'd built up over quite a few years of thieving, he savored and flourished on this mobility. He reveled in the sensation of being so free, and a lot of people looked up and watched him in a bewildered manner, even managing to elicit some praises from the crowd.

"You go kid!"

"Nice running, man!"

"Sprint on, ninja boy!"

He smiled at the people and waved at them, seeing as he had gotten fast enough to balance himself properly while allowing the free use of one of his arms. These praises, however, were quite the distraction, and soon enough, as he leapt onto the next building, his footing was a bit off, and had him landing in a dumpster. Lucky enough for him, he didn't feel hurt much, and he walked off with a few cuts and bruises. Seeing no one was there to witness his blunder, he stretched his body, and as the pain slowly receded, he went back to the alley he'd deemed his "home". He arrived there faster than usual while buying food on the way back, and he lay down on the tattered, trashy mattress he called a bed, which put an end to this eventful day that turned out quite well.

Snapping out of his recollection period, he proceeded to walk towards that same alley. He was now ten years of age, and he had grown a lot, both in mind and in body. He had acquired quite the chiseled body, for even if you were a criminal, you still did have to keep your body in top shape. Besides, this helped him get away from the authorities, and it entertained him whenever he wasn't picking the pockets of strangers. He was even subject to the gazes of women around his age, for he was quite the looker, only for them to realize that he was ragged and homeless, and he sometimes wondered how they'd look at him if he wasn't that unfortunate.

He was also noticeably smarter than most people, and he had the habit of breaking down and analyzing quirks he'd see upon observation. If the quirk was from a hero, he'd observe them closely and take a better look at their fighting style, and how they would use the equipment they had in hand. He did this just for the heck of it, but a portion of his heart still held on to the chance that maybe, just maybe, he'd make it out of the hole that poverty was and have a chance to follow his dream.

As he proceeded down the street, he heard screams of distress, shivering, and fits of evil laughter. Seeing that it was from the alley nearest to what was basically his permanent resting place, he moved in closer without being noticed.

"C'mon, Ma'am! Just give us the girl, and your money, and probably your life, and then we'll be on our merry way!" said a thug with a sick grin, revealing his extremely pointy shark teeth.

"Yeah, little missy, why don't you leave your stuck-up mother and come with us? We'll give you a lot of fun!" said his companion, who also had a grin that stretched from ear to ear, and he had the tail of a scorpion.

It was evident on the faces of the two villains that they were simultaneously enraged and surprised when they heard a somewhat cocky voice calling out to them.

"My, my, isn't the night too young for you old geezers to be hitting on someone as young as her? I mean, she's just my age! I'm ten years old! Are you guys really that desperate?" taunted the green-haired boy, who had his arms behind his head as he walked slowly towards the pair of thugs.

"Who do you think you are, brat? You sure we ain't tearing you apart once we're through with them?" snarled the shark-toothed thug. The boy put himself in a battle stance, and smirked at the villain duo.

"You can try."

"C'mon, Stinger, let's put him in his place!"

With a roar, the thug called Stinger charged at the boy, and attempted to sting him with his tail. The boy easily dodged this by jumping upwards with a burst of speed, and then landed on the head of the villain, kicking his head with the foot he used to send himself upwards. This sent the villain reeling back, trying to recover from the attack. The shark-toothed thug leapt at the boy that was still in mid-air, attempting to tear his head off with the very dangerous teeth.

But the thug was surprised when the kid wasn't in front of him anymore, but rather behind him.

"Didn't expect that, did ya, old man?" the kid said with a toothy grin.

Before the shark-toothed man could retaliate or even speak, the boy kicked his back with all the momentum that was accumulated by the burst of speed he used to move behind the villain. The villain flew a good distance away from them, and he landed on the roof of a nearby house. He was out cold, and he wouldn't be bothering them anymore.

Stinger got up and went into a rage. He began flicking his tail towards the boy rapidly, which surprised him to some extent, but was easily evaded nonetheless. The boy then leapt onto the thug's tail and used a burst of speed to augment his next kick onto Stinger's head, knocking him out with that blow. The boy leapt off the man, and with a victorious grin, he fell to the ground, but he was still somewhat conscious.

"Young man! Young man! Are you okay?" said a female voice. It came from someone around his mom's age group. Well, at least when she was still alive that is.

"Yes ma'am, I'm just really tired after all of that. Sorry you had to go through this bad part of town," replied the boy with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for saving us!" said another female voice. The boy didn't expect this, and he stood up to meet the eyes of a pretty girl just his age.

"It wasn't that big of a deal. Anyone would've done that, you know."

"Still, I want you to know that you're my hero!"

The boy blushed upon hearing this. The hero? Of a girl he just met? Hell no, he was probably dreaming. But as he felt the exhaustion from that battle, he concluded he wasn't dozing off after all.

"Young man, what's your name?" inquired the young girl's parent.

"I-Izuku Midoriya, Ma'am. Why do you ask?"

"It's late now, and we should be heading off home. Shouldn't you be at home now too?" asked the lady as she put a finger on the bottom of her lip.

"Uhm, well, about that-"

"What's wrong?"

"My parents died a few years back, and I, uhm, have basically nowhere to go."

The lady's heart sank upon hearing this. This kid with a heart of gold had to deal with life's harsh realities at such a young age. But soon enough, her eyes lit up as she had thought of a solution. Clearing her throat, the lady began to propose her offer.

"Well then, would you like to have one?" she asked with a smile.

"W-what?" replied Izuku with a look of shock on his face.

"Well you told us that didn't have anyone to go to, right? Why don't you come with us?"

"A-are you sure about that? Me?"

"Without a doubt," The lady replied with a grin.

For the first time after a long time, Izuku felt that he had something to cling to aside from himself. Some people to lighten the load that life put on his shoulders. And it felt like absolute bliss. Tears started to well up in his eyes, and he looked up at the lady with the happiest expression he's ever had since that accident.

"I-I'd like that, um, Miss-", he was surprised; he didn't even know her name yet! She was saving him from hardship and he didn't even know her name yet!

"Yaoyorozu." She pinched his cheek, and offered a hand. As he stood up, she led the way.

"Come on, you must be hungry, huh? We'll take you to your new home now. Izuku, this is my daughter, Momo."

Momo got to Izuku's side, and to his surprise, hugged him. "I can already feel we're gonna be great friends, Midoriya," she said as she grinned widely at the boy, whose mind was still busy processing everything that was going on right now.

"J-just call me Izuku."

"Well, you can call me Momo then! Come on, the maids make great katsudon!" Izuku smiled at that notion, for he hadn't had a taste of his favorite food ever since the incident.

As they rode the Yaoyorozu's limousine back to the mansion, Izuku still couldn't believe everything that had transpired on that day. A fight not with the usual police, or the other robbers like him, but a fight with two villains. He actually felt that he'd done something great with his life. And then, being offered to be taken into a generous, nice and wealthy family. How could he turn an offer like that down? And then befriending a pretty girl, and riding their family's limousine to his new home. As his eyes began to close, he leaned back onto the limousine seat, and eventually found his head resting on Momo's shoulder. Momo giggled at the boy's gestures, and was pleasantly surprised that he had felt comfortable with them in almost an instant. She placed his head on her lap, and he began to feel himself fading away. Before succumbing to spell of deep sleep, he had a smile on his face.

'I could get used to this.'

Hey guys! This is the first chapter of something I'm trying out. Please RR! Tell me what I need to improve on, and stuff like that. The pairing's gonna be IzukuxMomo, but I'm just gonna try and see where it goes. I'm not really in it for the romance, anyway, but there will be arcs that would humanize the various people in U.A. I would probably follow canon events, though I would still deviate quite a bit or quite a lot from the original. It is a fanfiction, after all. Thanks for reading!

Also, tell me what we should name his quirk! And what kinda stuff y'all wanna see next chapter! That's about it for me tonight, so thank you!

Sprint on, ninja boys!