Chapter 1: It All Starts Somewhere

It still happens, he flashes back to when it all started. Some nights he still wakes up in a cold sweat, other nights he'd be lucky to get any sleep at all. He hates how others think that having the number one hero as a parent is the most amazing thing in the world, all it's brought him is pain and suffering. It was only for forty eight hours, but those two days ruined his life, and changed his childhood. Toshinori Midoriya, son of the number one hero, named after his father's mentor, hated heroes, namely his father, Pro Hero: Deku.

It had been twenty five years since Izuku had graduated from UA High and made his debut as a Pro Hero and only fifteen years since he married his High School sweetheart Ochako Uraraka. It didn't take the world long to figure out that it was nearly impossible to physically hurt Deku. There were other ways to hurt him, that lead to the darkest day in Toshinori's life, the day he was kidnapped by the villain Dabi. He was only eight years old when it happened, they got him on the way back from school.

The villains had him in their grasps for only two days before his father came and rescued him. However those few short days left a lasting impression on the young Midoriya. Even though they were on the run for those days, Dabi took every chance he could to make the boy suffer. He would burn the boy, leaving him with many scars just like his own, but with each burn he would utter lies into the boy's ear. "It's your father's fault," "He did this" and "Where is he now?" were amongst the most common.

Even when his father did come and save him, those lies still penetrated deeply, he knew that his father loved him and really didn't stop searching until his child was found, but he couldn't stop blaming him for his suffering. This led to a severe distrust of heroes, and hero society. It wasn't nearly as harsh as other opponents of the system, but he knew what happened all to well. The very existence of heroes invites opposition. He knew that many of his father's villains from when he started at UA were caused by the hero system. Shigaraki being a prime example.

With his childhood ruined, and left with severe amounts of trauma at a very young age, Toshinori actively resented the very hero system his father upheld. He still respected his father and mothers as protectors of peace and they truly were heroes, but the system was corrupt, only the flashiest were at the top.

His father was quirkless? His power was given to him? He became a hero on borrowed power? He was a lie, just another fake symbol in this society. A symbol of a society where only the strong were respected and the were trodden underfoot. Toshinori knew better, he'd change that, he'd create a society of true heroes, of heros that didn't bask in the limelight, but worked in the shadows.

Toshinori Midoriya hated sleep, it was the only place that Dabi could still hurt him. The only place where he could still feel the azure flames burning his flesh, the only place that dark voice could still haunt him. On a good night he got enough sleep to function, on bad nights he didn't sleep at all. Not that it bothered him, he'd rather be training anyways, how else would he be able to get into UA. He may hate heroes and hero society, but if he wanted to reform this broken society, how could he do it without receiving any recognition.

Toshinori silently stepped out of his room checking the time, it was 2 in the morning, long past his parents up his messy brown hair while stifling a yawn. Him getting up in the middle of the night wasn't an oddity for him, but he still was careful to not wake his parents. Despite his protests of the hero system, he still knew they had work to do. A light under the door of his parents room caught his attention, checking the clock again he was rather confused about why they would be up so early.

Quietly Toshinori inched his way to the door, pressing his ear against the door he could hear the sound of light conversation. He could make out the sound of his parents talking, he could tell they've been talking for a while, what about? He could only guess.

"Izuku when are you gonna tell him?" That was his mother, her cheerful voice was easily recognizable, but what was she talking about?

"I'll tell him when he is ready," His father, his voice was very modest, but held a resolve to it that betrayed his gentle personality, "I can't tell Toshi about it yet, he's still too immature."

I'm the immature one? Who's the guy that cried when he dropped his All Might action figure? Toshi thought spitefully, I'm plenty mature to handle whatever they're talking about.

"He's a good kid Izuku," Ochako defended, "You've got to tell him about your quirk some time."

"I will, I will," Izuku retorted exasperatedly, "I don't think he's ready to inherit One for All."

One for All? But that's just an urban legend, Toshi balked at the thought of that, his father's quirk was a widely debated subject, so when Toshi developed his own, and his parents called it One for One, he thought it was a bit odd to name it after an urban legend, but perhaps it's not an urban legend.

"You know All Might gave it to me because he trusted that a quirkless kid like me could become the next symbol of peace," Izuku boldly declared. Fear gripped Toshi, quirkless? His father, the number one hero was quirkless?

"Until Toshi abandons his teenage rebellion he's not gonna ever be ready," Izuku stated plainly, "It's as simple as that."

With his eyes stinging from tears, and his body screaming for rest Toshi set out on a run. He enjoyed the crisp morning air, it alone kept the boy awake for his workout. He prefered running in the middle of night as opposed to the day, no one was out at night and it meant he had complete solitude. He always ran when he needed to think, and he had plenty to think about. Sometimes he'd even use this time to run away, maybe spend a few days at the Bakugo household, but today he was headed to someplace special. Dagobah beach, it was a beach that had become a landfill because of trash washing up on the shore. He'd stories of someone that had cleaned it up 25 years ago, but he wasn't quite sure if they were true.

As Toshi stopped at the beach, he took a moment to wipe the chilled sweat out of his messy brown hair, as his emerald green eyes swept the beach. Strangely enough the angsty teen wasn't alone on the beach, standing in the midst of the litter of the beach was a skeleton of a man. The gaunt looking man with blond hair speckled with white noticed the youth and turned to him, a wide toothy smile crossing his face.

"Good evening young man," The man with a sunflower-like mane of hair cheerfully greeted with a wave, "Isn't it a bit late for you to be out on your own?"

"Isn't it a bit weird for you to be out this late?" Toshi quickly countered as he strolled closer to the man, "You selling drugs or something?"

"Ha, no nothing like that," The man chuckled, "I just come here to think sometimes, I have many happy memories from this beach."

"That's not creepy at all old man," Toshi complained, "Sounds like you're some sort of pedophile."

"You've got quite the mouth on you kid," The man chuckled again, "What's your name?"

"You sure you're not a pedophile?" Toshi deadpanned to the strange man, "Whatever not like you could kidnap me if you wanted. I'm Toshinori Midoriya."

"T-toshinori!" The gaunt man shouted in surprise with a spurt of blood from his mouth.

"You ok old man?" The teen asked with a slight bit of concern in his normally deadpan voice, "That probably wasn't good for you."

"Yeesh you're nothing like your father," The blond man muttered as he wiped blood from his lips with a silk handkerchief.

"My father? How do you know him!" Toshi demanded with an accusatory glare at the strange man.

"I'm surprised he hadn't introduced you to me," The skeletal man sighed, "Granted I've been in America for years, but you're my namesake afterall."

"Namesake? You mean, y-you're..." Toshi sputtered as he struggled to grasp the gravity of the situation.

"Toshinori Yagi," The man proudly announced with a wide smile, "Your father's mentor."

"All Might!" Toshinori declared, "You're All Might, or more accurately were, that's so crazy I can't believe it you're like the most famous hero of all time, the upstart that surpassed Endeavor before he could even become the number one pro!"

"Now that's more like a Mirdoriya!" All Might laughed heartily, filling the air with a jovial energy. His blue eyes became serious as he turned to look Toshi in the eyes, "What's troubling you Young Midoriya? If you're anything like your father you only go out at night when something is on your mind."

"Yeah I guess I can trust you," Toshi muttered in an attempt to recover his cool, "I've just got some personal problems."

"You can talk with me. I'm very good with listening," The Pro Hero offered, "Lord knows that I listened to your father when he was troubled."

"I hate that," Toshi spat out angrily, not even caring who he was talking to.

"What?"

"I hate being compared to him," Toshi growled, "Everyone always tells me that my eyes look like his, and how I'm so smart like him. Even my freaking quirk is basically his!" Toshi activated his quirk in frustration, sparkling white energy coursed over his whole frame, " I'm not my father! Everything is always about him, having a hero as a dad is not as awesome as it seems! Do you know what I went through because of his status as a hero?!"

"I do my boy," All Might cut in, "I heard about it directly from your father, you know that he blames himself for this. I warned him of having a family as a hero, something terrible happened because my mentor had a family. It's the risk he took, but I know for a fact that he loves you very much."

"I know that, but it doesn't change what happened!" Toshi grated his teeth as he clenched his fists, his quirk flaring up around him, "It's the hero system, hero's themselves invite challenge! It needs to be reformed."

"My boy, that sounds much like a villain your father once knew," All Might informed worriedly, his eyes meeting the boys, "I don't sympathize with your ideals, but I understand your frustration. My advice for you is to become the type of hero you want the world to have, a true hero."

"What are you saying All Might?" Toshi demanded his green eyes filled with determination.

With a wide grin crossing his face, All Might met the boy's determination with his own, his blue eyes shining from the darkness of their sockets, "Toshinori Midoriya you can be a hero!"

Kai Chisaki had been sitting in Tartarus prison for over twenty years, with his arms gone the former yakuza boss was a shell of the man he once was. Despite his violent past he was a model prisoner, the former supervillain was quiet and obedient. He rarely got visitors, the only few that ever came to him were some pro heroes looking for his insight. The guards all wanted the Chisaki shift, it was the easiest, and merely a simple rotation of activities.

This night was different, no one knew what was up, but something about the air was different. When questioned about it Chisaki merely grunted, so needless to say the guards were on edge. Each one was authorized to use their tranquilizer guns if needed, and were allowed use of their quirks if absolutely necessary. Even though Shie Hassaki leader was without the ability to use his quirk, his insane determination was a valuable asset to any villainous organization.

"Oi captain," A guard called out to his leader, the gruff boss of the guards turned to his subordinate.

"What is it Sugimori?" He called out agitatedly.

"Somethings up with Chisaki," The guard called back, his face starting to drip with sweat, "It's like he's seen a ghost."

"What in the world are you talking about?!" The captain demanded as he stomped back towards the cell. Glancing in the cell, he could see the former villain backed up into the corner, his eyes wide with fear.

"Chisaki what's up?!" The captain of the guard demanded of the mysophobe.

"They're coming…" He muttered under his breath, his golden eyes wide, "Justice is coming."

"What in blazes are you talking about?"

"I'm so sorry, I'll never do anything again," His eyes met the captains, true fear showing in them, "I'll never kill anyone again, just protect me from them!"

"Protect you from who? Rappa?" The captain speculated, "This is the most secure prison in the country, no one is getting in here."

The lights flickered, and Chisaki stood, scanning the room. His stumps hanging by his side, prosthetic hands twitching nervously. The guards drew their guns, ready for something, anything. The lights flickered again, in the momentary darkness a figure appeared at the end of the hall. No one could make out any details save it be for the coat obscuring their body. Another flicker and they were closer. The first guard fired and in a second he was on the ground, his own dart in his neck with the figure standing over him.

Chisaki could only watch as all the guards fired, even he could only just barely make out the black streak flying between the guards, each one falling to the ground with a dart in their neck. Even when the guards began to use their quirks it was useless, the figure was too fast. Even the captain of the guard, a retired pro hero was unable to stop the figure from advancing, his quirk being evaded like it was moving in slow time. In the matter of only a few seconds the figure had knocked every one of the guards unconscious, leaving Chisaki alone in his cell.

"Kai Chisaki," The figured announced in a raspy voice, almost like the sound of paper being torn, "You are charged with murder of the first degree, child endangerment, aggrivated assault, and drug trafficing." Sharp eyes shined out of the darkness of the coat, their blood red irises filled with murderous intent as their hands glew red parting the cell bars,"How do you plead?"

"Guilty," Chisaki replied with his head hung low, his eyes staring at the ground. The former villain fell to his knees bowing before the figure, "Please whoever you are forgive me!"

"I am Phanuel, the angel of Judgement," With an outstretched hand, he grabbed Chisaki's head, red lines crossing across the yakuza members body, "My judgement for you Kai Chisaki is atonement, by blood!" With a flick of their wrist the figure annihilated Chisaki, blood flying everywhere, leaving only a smear where the criminal once laid. Wiping the blood off their coat the figure spoke once more, to no one in particular, "Sooner or later judgement comes to all."

A/N: Hey everybody, I hope you guys don't hate me for totally scraping my last project, if you even read that one at all. Honestly I had every intention of doing it, but I just didn't have the time to do it. That has changed now and I present you with My Hero Academia: Generation Next. This is a little bit different than other SYOC stories, you see in this one instead of your 100% original OC's we will have only partially original OC's. Basically every character you send in will have to be the child of two cannon characters. I would love to see rare pair ships. Keep in mind that it doesn't have to be children of class 1-a alone, please feel free to include class 1-b or other characters, even characters from other schools or villains are fair game. In the end it all boils down to having fun, and making a cool character.

FYI: Please send any submissions through private messaging with the title as follows SYOC(Character Name)(Male/Female)(Student/Hero/Villain) , any character sent in the comments will be ignored. Only use the form provided on my profile, any characters sent in with any other form will be ignored. Other than that, go wild!

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