Don't shoot me. I'm just testing how this would go.

I saw some similarities between Izuku and Hajime and thought…if he hadn't received All Might's quirk, where he would be?

Btw, this is an AU (obviously), and Izuku met All Might on the 2nd year of middle school.

WARNING! This is not yaoi! There may be some grammar mistakes, if you spot them, please tell me so i can correct them.

That's all. I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 0 "Kamukura Izuru: The origin. Part 1"

In a world where the abnormal is normal and the normal is abnormal…

A world where superhuman abilities were common, a world where superheroes were common, a world where supervillains were common…

He was abnormal.

Midoriya Izuku.

Midoriya Izuku was a boy that was fascinated with heroes since he saw the debut of his favorite hero, All Might.

On the moment of fateful disaster, he emerged from the destruction with a big smile on his face. Saved the lives of 100 people who would have suffered a painful death in the hands of monoxide asphyxiation, blood loss, and panic.

He wanted to be like him. A super, cool hero who could smile confidently at danger. Someone who people would respect…

Someone who could save people like that.

But reality wasn't so kind.

"It's best if you give up." The doctor told him.

Reality slapped his face at the age of four when the doctor concluded that Izuku didn't hold a quirk within him, making him one of the few 'quirkless' people on the whole world.

Quirk.

Quirks are inherited genetically and typically manifest in children by the age of four. A child can manifest either one of his parents' Quirks or a composite of the two.

As Quirks are said to be the next stage of evolution in the human race, it is possible to diagnose a person as Quirkless by analyzing the presence or absence of an extra joint in their pinky toe: those without the joint have evolved by discarding a body part they don't use, and will likely develop a Quirk; those who still have it have yet to evolve, and, as such, possess no Quirk at all.

At home, Izuku was replaying the video of All Might's first job as a pro-hero.

"No matter where people in trouble are…he goes and saves them with a smile…" Izuku's eyes were watering. "He's an awesome super hero."

He looked at his mother with expectation. "Do you think I could become one?"

His mother clung to him while crying desperately. "I'm sorry, Izuku. I'm so sorry!" She repeated over and over between sobs and chokes.

No.

That's…

That wasn't what Izuku wanted to her to say.

'You can do it!' 'I have faith in you!' 'Is possible!' Those were the words Izuku was expecting. Yet…

Why…why didn't she have faith or him?

He didn't understand…

Was it because he didn't have a quirk?

Is that….why his own family doesn't have faith on his dream?

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*2nd Year of middle school.*

Izuku was scribbling on his notebook, which was titled 'For the future Hero Analysis #8', where he wrote information and important data from Heroes, villains and people with interesting quirks.

"I gotta hurry, to make my notes in order…" Thought Izuku, excited.

As the bell ringed, he stood up eagerly from his desk and made his way out of the classroom.

Only to crash onto a certain person.

"What the fuck?!" The ash blond with a fierce glare yelled. "Deku?!"

"A-Ah…Kacchan…" Izuku muttered while looking at the other boy with a look that only could be described as 'I'm fucked'.

"Look where you're going, you damn nerd!" He shouted at him. He changed his look when he realized that Izuku was holding a notebook in his hands…

A notebook that he snatched. "What's this?" A smirk formed on his face.

"A-Ah..that's…" Izuku tried to take it back, only to be pushed away by the blonde.

Bakugou Katsuki, His childhood…something. Izuku couldn't call him a friend, as the way he mistreated him.

He couldn't also call him a rival.

"…And I thought you gave up that stupid dream of being a hero…" Bakugou muttered, annoyed.

As Bakugou finished reading the book, he promptly exploded it, leaving smoke where the book was supposed to be and threw it by the window.

"K-Kacchan!" Izuku yelled while eyeing the way were the book flew. "That's was-" He didn't finish as Bakugou grabbed him by the collar.

"Listen, Deku…" Bakugou said with a tone of 'not this again'. "You should give that fucking dream up."

"Without a quirk, you're nothing. Less than nothing." He glared at the whimpering boy in front of him. "Forget having a weak-ass quirk, you don't even have a fucking quirk so where do you get off putting yourself at the same level as me?!" He spat at the green haired boy.

"N-No…I." Izuku tried to reply.

"Get the fuck off my sight, you fucking wimp!" He growled as he threw Izuku to the floor.

Izuku gathered his stuff from the floor and ran away. He wanted to retort at Bakugou.

Tell him that he, too, can be a superhero.

But he was afraid of what he would to him if he dared.

"I'm…such a coward." He muttered as he took the burned notebook from the pond. He looked at it with fondness. "No. Don't let anyone tell you what you can and cannot." He pumped his fist.

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Izuku was walking towards his home after classes ended. He was depressed because of his earlier encounter with Bakugou.

Several thoughts were passing through his head…

I…I can be a hero. I can be a hero even if I don't have a quirk.

Kachaan is wrong. Mom is wrong. That doctor is wrong.

Everything is wrong.

"Excuse me, Midoriya Izuku?" That voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The man asked with a kind smile on his face.

"A-Ah?!" Izuku, who was shy by nature, retreated a step. "Y-Yes, is me…who are you?"

The man took a business card and passed it to Izuku, who took it hesitantly. "Matsuda Yasuke…Researcher?"

"Yes." The man known as Matsuda replied politely. "Midoriya-kun, I have been watching you since a time ago."

"W-What?!" He has been doing what?!

"Don't alarm yourself." Matsuda offered a reassuring smile. "Is nothing like you're thinking, but I have a question for you."

"Y-Yes?"

"Are you content with your life now?"

"U-Uh?"

"Being a Quirkless boy in the midst of superheroes?"

"How…?"

"I told you, Midoriya-kun. I have been watching you since a time ago." Matsuda replied with a goofy grin. "To why…the card says that I'm a researcher."

"I've been working on a project…and I have chosen you, Midoriya-kun, to be the first one to test."

"Me? No, I mean…what kind of project?" Izuku asked with dread.

"Inject a quirk on a quirkless person."

W-What?

You mean…

Give a quirkless person a quirk?

"A-I…I'm not sure…" Izuku replied, not sure if trust him. It sounds really amazing but…is also unbelievable.

"Midoriya-kun." Matsuda looked him straight at his eyes. "You want to be a hero?"

Izuku nodded. He already knows that, if he has been investigating him.

"Being a hero is not easy, Midoriya-kun." Matsuda told him, with a solemn tone. "A pro is always putting his life on the line."

"All of them are scared. Scared to die, scared of being incapacitated. But they still appear on disasters and calamities. Because only they can put order on society. It's their duty."

"Not everyone can be a hero. That's reality." He looked at Izuku, who looked down. "Saying that you can be a hero even without a quirk is like a slap to them." He said, gravely.

"That's why I am offering you the chance of having a quirk."

"E-even with that…" Izuku stammered, lost.

"Is okay." Matsuda replied, looking like he expected that answer. "Please call me if you change your mind…but."

"Uh?"

"Midoriya-kun. This offer is only temporary." Matsuda told him in a business manner. "I can't wait forever for you to either accept or refuse. Please, keep that in mind."

Izuku kept looking at the retreating figure of Matsuda for a few minutes before resuming his way home.

But…he was in deep thought.

Could he have a quirk?

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It was another day of school. Only that this time, it was to submit your high school choice.

Izuku was hesitant but he thought his first choice would the national level academy, U.A.

U.A. is the #1 ranked High School for heroics and is considered as the top Hero Academy in the world. Students are separated into specific Departments and Classes.

A perfect choice for an aspiring hero like him.

"I will hand out printouts on your desired life-course!" The teacher said as he threw the printouts in the air. "You all want to be heroes, don't you?" He asked the students with a smile on his face.

At that, every student in the classroom raised his hand as they activated their quirks.

Needles emerged from a boy's hand.

Air began to assemble on a girl's hand.

A boy could even stretch his eyes at an unbelievable distance.

Izuku, quietly without anyone noticing, raised his hand.

"Yes, yes, your quirks are wonderful." The teacher acknowledged. "But it's against the rules to use them in school!" He reproached them.

"Sensei! Don't lump me in with everybody else!" The ash blonde boy, Bakugou shouted, with a smug smirk on his face.

"You can't compare me to these losers' weak-ass quirks!" He said with a condescending look. "Mine's whole ballgame!"

"You've got a mouth, Katsuki!"

"Quiet, you goddam rabble!"

"Oh, yeah I forgot!" One of them exclaimed. "Bakugou is aiming for U.A. high, isn't he?!"

At that, chatter exploded in the room.

"You mean that national-level academy?! Isn't the entrance exam's difficulty rating as high as 79!"

"Yeah, and it's hyper competitive to get in, right'!"

"You done running your mouths, peons?" Bakugou jumped on his desk, startling the girl in front of him. "Next year, I will show you how I will be the only one to enter from this high school!"

"I'm gonna surpass even that All might bastard as top hero!" He laughed. "And I'm gonna carve my name into the rank of the higher bracket taxpayers!"

"Now that you mention It, I heard that Midoriya also aimed at UA." Bakugou froze at hearing that.

And the class erupted in laughter.

"Haaaaaah?!" One of them bawled. "Midoriya?!"

"If the only thing you can do is study, then heroics is a pipe dream!"

"T-There is no rule against it or anything!" Izuku tried to defend himself. "There's no precedent but-" Izuku couldn't finish as he was blown away by Bakugou exploding his desk.

"EAT SHIT DEKU!" He growled at him. "I tell you again, forget about having a weak-ass quirk, you don't have one at all!" He mocked him. "Where do you get off comparing yourself with me?!"

"H-Hold on!" Izuku yelped. "That's not it…" He tried to reason with Bakugou. "It's not as I'm trying to compete with you, I wouldn't dream of it!"

"It's just…"He started to tremble. "I've looked to be a hero since I was super young and…" He looked up. "You never know 'till you try."

"Pfffft!" One of them snorted.

"YOU NEVER KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY?!" Bakugou screeched. "THE EXAMS' HOPELESS FOR YOU!"

"WHAT A DWEEB LIKE YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH?!" Izuku looked at the snickering figures of his classmates mocking and laughing at him.

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After classes ended, Midoriya looked at his cellphone to see a tweet about All Might defeating a villain.

'He beat him effortlessly!' Izuku thought with fascination on his head.

"Oi, Deku." He flinched when he heard Bakugou's voice. "We're not done yet, Deku."

"W-What is it?"

Bakugou glared at him. "You know what they say about all the top heroes? What they had in common?"

"Every single one of the told the press: I came from an average municipal school and I was the first! The only!" he told him with a grin. "And I wanna make sure the term 'U.A. graduate' maintains the same level of gravitas. I'm a perfectionist by nature, you see."

Izuku frowned at how petty that sounded. He could practically predict his next words…

"So what I'm saying is…forget about U.A, you little nerd!" He told Izuku with a big smile on his face while putting a smoking hand on his shoulder.

Izuku was afraid that he would blow him up so he kept quiet, waiting for him to leave.

"Oh man… as usual, he can't talk back." One of Bakugou's friends said behind Izuku's back.

"Just leave him be." Bakugou sneered. "He's such a sad sack that even now that he is in second year of middle school, he can't still face reality."

"Ah!" He heard Bakugou say. "If you wanna be a hero so bad, there's actually a really good way." Bakugou looked over his shoulder with a gleeful smile.

"If you believe they're holding your quirk over the next world… You should just dive off the rooftop!"

Izuku clenched his fists but didn't say anything.

"Fucking idiot." Was the last thing that Bakugou said before retreating from the classroom with his friends.

Izuku was filled with rage. Why…why does he to be like that?!

Why does he have to belittle him like that?! Just because he has a…

Quirk…

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'Quirk…' Did he need one?

No, he doesn't think so. Kaachan is just being his insufferable person, he was already accustomed to his bullying and his taunts. He wasn't let that get him down.

He already knows that he should hear what something else says about him. After all, the only person who believe in himself…

Is him.

As Izuru walked down a tunnel with a depressed look, he noticed something behind him. As he turned, he was enveloped in some kind of liquid.

"A-AAAH!" He yelled, scared. A villain?!

God!

It stinks…it's getting in my mouth, gross!

"It's Oooookay, kid!" The villain called, gleefully. "I'm just gonna use your body for a little bit, so cool it."

Izuku tried to slap away, grab him, and do whatever he could to get away.

"You can't touch me, I'm amorphous!" He mocked Izuku while glaring at him.

'I-I can't breathe!'

'Is…is he gonna die?!'

"HAVE NO FEAR, BOY!" A manhole cap flew over, and a muscular man, whose face features like his eyes were covered in shadows came out of it. "FOR I'M HERE!"

"TEXAS…!" The muscular man appeared in front of them, Izuku didn't register the second he moved. Aiming his fist at the sludge villain, he roared with all of his might. "SMASH!"

His fist stopped abruptly, creating an air shockwave of air strong enough to send the liquid villain away and make Izuku think that his cheeks were going to fly off his face.

Izuku fainted.

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He felt like someone was slapping his cheek and calling him out.

"H-Huh?" He opened his eyes and was staring directly at the man that saved him. "THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE OKAY!" He smiled.

… "WAAAAAAH!" Izuku crawled away from him.

"And you're lively to boot!"

Asdasdqwudasklhdfuishadfjsfhlulhfudsklfhsfsudfsldfusdlfsd-?!

"I MUST APOLOGIZE, I GOT WRAPPED IN VILLAIN CLEAN-UP!" He put a hand on his face. "I'M NOT ALWAYS THIS WAY, I SWEAR!"

"MUST'VE BEEN OFF MY GAME! TOO EXCITED BY THIS UNFAMILIAR LAND, PERHAPS?!"

Izuku's mind was in overdrive. He was in front of his idol, the one who gave him his dreams, the one who inspired him to aim the top of the hero world!

The top of the hero world himself, All Might! The strongest hero of all the world and symbol of peace!

"BUT I MUST THANK YOU!" He held a plastic bottle with sludge inside it. "WITH YOUR HELP, I'VE SHUT HIM INTO THIS BOTTLE HERE!"

Izuku didn't hear a word as he was busy thinking how different he felt from the videos. It was the first time that he saw him in flesh and bone and he was really excited.

Fan-boy exciting!

"Oh! Y-Yeah, your autograph… Where'd I?" He looked frantically over his sides, searching for his notebook. As he found it, he picked it over and opened, only to find All Might's big signature on it.

"It's already in here?!" Izuku yelled, happily.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAA?!" Izuku shouted. "Th-Th-Thank you very much!" Izuku bowed repeatedly so fast that it wouldn't be a surprise if he had broken his spine. "I'll treasure it! As an heirloom!"

"WELL, I'M OFF TO DELIVER THIS PERPETRATOR TO THE AUTHORITIES!" He raised his thumb as he turned back away from Izuku. "WHEN NEXT WE MEET, IT'LL BE TROUGH A TV SCREEN!"

Those words impacted on Izuku.

"W-Wait…can't you stay…" He tried to articulate.

"PROS MUST DO BATTLE AGAINST VILLAINS AND TIME ITSELF!"

N-No, you can't go away! Not yet!

I need to ask something!

Those were the words Izuku tried to say but couldn't. So he grabbed All Might's leg as he propelled himself to the sky.

"EH? WHAT THE-?!" All Might turned to see Izuku hanging from his leg. "Kid, YOUUUUUUU!"

They eventually landed on the rooftop of a building. Izuku was on his knees, shivering with a face that reminded you of an old bag. "That was scary…" He muttered, still not getting over it.

"I SAY! COULD I UNLOAD YOU DOWNSTAIRS?!" All might said, annoyed. "I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO TIME, AND I DON'T LIE!"

"All Might!" Izuku called him. "Can someone who's quirkless be someone like you?!" He asked, trembling.

At that, All Might went silent.

"YOU'RE QUIRK-URGH!" All Might groaned, pained but Izuku didn't note it.

"I have no quirk so I'm constantly made fun of by everybody, maybe it's just not because I'm quirkless, but…" Izuku said, hesitantly. "I don't really know why, I just think saving people is the coolest, most awesome thing ever."

"I want to know no fear and save people with a smile!" Izuku told All Might from deep on his soul. "I want to be a legendary hero like you and-OWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH?!" Izuku yelled as All Might disappeared and on his place was a very skeletal man who was wearing flaky clothes.

"You shriveled up, no, I mean, are you an impostor?!" Izuku asked, both confused and exalted.

The man looked straight at Izuku's eyes. "I'm still All Might." He said as blood flowed from his mouth.

"No way!"

"You know how some guys swagger with their abs at the pool? It's like that." All Might said, trying to convince Izuku, who didn't believe it.

At that, he sighed as he sat on the floor. "A smile that knows no fear, huh…?" He said solemnly.

"Since you have seen my true form…I might as well tell you, but whatever you do, don't post this on the internet or whatever."

He rolled up his bagged shirt, revealing an ugly scar on his stomach. There was a sign of many surgeries done to him. Izuku reeled back, not prepared to the sight.

"My respiratory system is in shambles, and my stomach was totally scooped up." All Might explained. "I've wasted away from constant surgeries and their complications and I've been reduced to a maximum of around three hours of heroics every day."

"5 years ago…was it your fight with Venom Chainsaw?" Izuku asked at All Might, who pumped a fist, confidently.

"Of course not! I won't let a thug like him take me down!"

"I haven't told the public about my condition. So I ask you to respect my wishes and keep mum." He raised his face and looked at Izuku. "The 'Symbol of Peace', who always rescue innocents with a smile must never succumb to the forces of evil."

"The reason I laugh is to deceive myself and distract from the pressure and the horrors that dwell within me." Izuku was shocked.

"A pro is always laying his or her life on the line." He said, serious. "So I can't just bring myself to tell you that you can do it even if you don't have a quirk."

"Haaa…" Izuku lets a vacant sigh escape his mouth.

"If you aspire to save people, there's always the police force." All Might stood up, dusting off his pants. "Villain custody is often thankless work but that too is a job worth of praise!"

He walked towards the rooftop's door, stopping on the handle. "…I won't denigrate dreaming…" He said without turning. "That being said…you need to see reality for what it is, kid."

And he closed the door, leaving a silent Izuku staring at the floor, trembling.

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"Now, to drop off the villain." All Might took the bottle that was in his pocket and exited the building.

Not knowing that his answer would trigger a chain of events that not even he could have known

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Izuku closed his eyes.

'Is best if you give up.'

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!'

'WHAT A DWEEB LIKE YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH?!'

Those words from different people resounded on his head. He wanted them to stop.

He was sure, absolutely sure that he could take everything from anyone. The mocks, the belittling, the pity…

'You need to see reality for what it is, kid.'

But when his idol told him that he couldn't be a hero, he started to doubt.

He was trembling heavily. Tears were appearing in his eyes, he was gritting his teeth, trying not to sob.

He realized that he lost the only person that believed in him.

Himself.

He tried to connect dots. Why he was treated like that, why was everyone denying his dream, why his mother gave up on him…

Then he realized again about an unchanging truth.

It's all about having or not having a quirk.

It'd all leads back to that.

Being a quirkless person meant that he was destined to fail. That's why…

Everything makes sense.

Then…if he had a quirk…

Would his mother look at him and tell him that he could do it if he had a quirk?

Would Kaachan treat him like an equal instead of some pebble on his path if he had a quirk?

Could he become a hero like All Might, who knew no fear and saved people with a smile, if he had a quirk?

He always doubted himself. Could he achieve all of that even if he was quirkless?

Now he knew the answer.

No.

Having a quirk is something that he would need if he wanted to become someone.

He was now painfully aware that this…

Was reality.

"Haa…ha…" He breathed to calm himself down. He tried to take his hero notebook and open it.

He didn't know why he did such action.

Maybe his subconscious wanted to deny it.

Maybe it was him, he wanted to read it for the last time.

Maybe it was fate.

The moment he opened that book, something dropped on the floor.

He picked it and examined it, not remembering what it was, he didn't remember if he put such thing on his hero-notebook.

A business card.

He blinked. This business card.

'Matsuda Yasuke. Researcher.' There was a phone number scribbled on it.

"Not everyone can be a hero. That's reality." He looked at Izuku, who looked down. "Saying that you can be a hero even without a quirk is like a slap to them." He said, gravely.

"That's why I am offering you the chance of having a quirk."

"Is okay." Matsuda replied, looking like he expected that answer. "Please call me if you change your mind…but."

"Midoriya-kun. This offer is only temporary." Matsuda told him in a business manner. "I can't wait forever for you to either accept or refuse. Please, keep that in mind."

He recalled his past conversation with the man. If he thought rationally about it, it was highly possible that it could be a scam.

They investigated him and may have been deemed as a naïve kid that would do whatever he took to be a hero.

But he wasn't thinking rationally now. He dialed the number scribbled on the card and put his phone on his ear.

"Yes?" A man's voice replied.

"M-Matsuda-san?" Izuku called, hesitantly.

"Oh! Midoriya-san!" He said, happy. "What can I do for you?"

"I will…"

"?"

"I will take your advice, Matsuda-san." Izuku said, his voice filled with resolution. "I want to have a quirk."

"…Ok. Came to the coordinates that I'm about to send to your phone. Alone." He heard Matsuda say. "Don't bring any money."

"H-Huh?"

"I would ask for money if I had a secure way of introducing a quirk on a quirkless person without side effects, but I don't." He explained. "Midoriya-kun, all I want is your cooperation."

Izuku nodded and ended the phone call, looking at the horizon, clenching his fist.

He is not wrong for seeking a quirk. Power.

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Izuku was wearing a hospital robe while walking inside a wide room where there was something that resembled a pod. Cables around all the room were connected to that thing

"Please, get inside the pod." A female scientist directed him.

Izuku nodded and sat on in the pod that looked like those healing pods of Dragon ball that he read.

"Relax." One of the other scientists said to him. Izuku did as he was told, releasing the tension of his body while closing his eyes.

"It's time." He heard Matsuda's voice. He nodded with closed eyes.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." He reassured. "You may feel a little confused when you wake up but you will be okay in little time"

"You'll be a hero." He told him.

'I can become a hero' Izuku thought on his head. 'I…I will become a hero.'

'Kacchan…' I will show you that I, too, can be a hero fighting on the same level as you!

'All might…' I will show you that I, too, can be a symbol of peace!

'Mom…' I will show you that I, too…uh?

'I…I…' He slowly closed his eyes, his conscience drifting away, submerging in a deep, long dream…

A dream that he would never wake up. He was in an induced coma.

Midoriya Izuku 'died', and something entirely different took his place.

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Matsuda Yasuke was the son of a very famous researcher and a talented doctor.

At the age of 8, he was introduced to the dream and ambition of his family…

Create an artificial being, so strong and powerful that no one could ever beat.

Create the ultimate form.

Because of this, since 2 generations ago, his family has been introduced through quirk marriage, to inherit a quirk that suited the needs of the project that has been since running in his family.

The Kamukura project called in honor of his great-great-grandfather, Kamukura Izuru, who dedicated his entire life to this family research. As he died, he passed all of his notes to his son and so on.

Now, it was his turn.

With [Precise Modification], a quirk that granted him the understanding of matter and modification of said matter in something entirely different.

In a hero society, it may not have been something flashy, but as a medic, he would have been hailed as a god.

But he wasn't interested in saving people, he was interested in creating 'people'. Because of this, since he graduated from General ED at U.A., he has been developing his research and finally gave fruits after all these years…

Artificial quirks, well, if we get technical, we could call it Quirk replication.

Basically, Matsuda, as long as he has a viable sample, he can see and understand the composition of a quirk sample, which he could later replicate said quirk on a serum.

It was all heaven.

Until reality slapped back. Every single test-subject that was granted with a quirk, no matter what, died of decompensation.

Person after person, they lasted three days until the serum's adverse effects started to kick in and the person's body started to slowly die.

A time later, he got in contact with a rather, sketchy benefactor, who supplied him with dozens of quirk samples. When he inquired where he got them, he answered:

'Secret.'

He asked one thing in return. He wanted to have all the notes of Kamukura Izuru project. Matsuda replied that it was fine.

He already memorized all of those notes and once that he creates the ultimate being…nothing else will matter.

With the sudden quirk supply, an idea came to his head.

He was trying to implant quirks on people who already possessed one. Altering a person's body would mean altering a quirk, science that even his grandfather didn't understand.

Then…What about a quirkless person?

Rather than choose a strong person with a quirk…

He could alter and make modifications on quirkless person's body to be capable of holding that many quirks on his body. Humanity before evolution, huh?

But the problem is that in times like these, quirkless people are almost impossible to find.

An anomaly.

But thankfully, his benefactor's information network gave him a name and a picture.

Midoriya Izuku, son of a mother with [Telekinesis], and a father with [Fire breath]. Because of destiny play's, he was born quirkless in a society of superheroes.

Superheroes that he looks up to. That he admires…

That he wants to be.

Matsuda was going to use that in his favor.

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And he did.

Izuku's ambition of being a hero eventually culminated in his participation in Matsuda's project, undergoing numerous operations to insert diverse quirks on him.

Inhumane experiments were then conducted on him, and his memories of his life up until that point were erased, both of which Izuku would never know about, as it was too late for him.

Matsuda and his organization exploited Izuku's feelings of admiration toward All Might and heroes just to use him as a lab rat.

All of his senses, emotions, thoughts, and hobbies that could interfere with acquiring and assembling quirks were excised.

Even his love and admiration for Heroes, his relationships with his peers and his memories of childhood.

His mother, Midoriya Inko, and his father, Midoriya Hisashi.

His childhood friend turned enemy, Bakugou Katsuki and his parents, who he called them uncle and auntie.

His idol, All Might that gave him a sense of purpose in his life, the one who drove him to aspire the world of Heroes and Superpowers.

Everything was erased.

All of his memories of the past were forcefully suppressed into the darkest recesses of his mind. By directly interfering with his brain, the organization transformed Izuku into a completely different person. He was meant to be the fruit of all the research produced by the organization, a genius among geniuses possessing various quirks, and he was named Kamukura Izuru after the founder of the organization.

Matsuda was talking with his benefactor trough a screen. Though there was only static, he could hear and understand his voice.

"Yes?"

"It is done." Matsuda replied while playing with a pencil. "We have finished."

"Oh?" The voice sounded surprised. "It was faster than we thought."

"Yeah."

"Did you use my…gifts?"

"I found it unbelievable." Matsuda was impressed at the man. "To think that you had moles in hospitals, taking samples of every quirk of every kid that went in…"

"In a nutshell, this wouldn't be possible if it wasn't for your help." He admitted.

"I'm glad to hear." The voice replied. "And about my terms and conditions…"

"Yes." Matsuda nodded. "It now belongs to you. Just remind that if there goes something wrong, bring him here."

"I will."

Matsuda cut the connection and retired from the room, his steps resounding on the large an empty hallway.

Today, he has made history.

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The figure inside the pod softly moved his fingers. Slowly and steadily, he opened his eyes, revealing a red iris with marks that resembled a radar.

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All Might blasted his way through the fortress. Alongside Tsukauchi Naomasa, a detective of the police force, and Gran Torino, a retired hero who was also one of All Might's mentors, fought the security guards of the lab.

Some of them had feisty quirks but that wasn't troubling for both Gran Torino and All Might, who wiped them out without too much effort.

After clearing the path, the police force raided the lab, arresting every person that they encountered inside.

Eventually, they arrived at a blinded door where the suspect, Matsuda Yasuke was standing.

"Enough, evildoer!" All Might yelled on his enchanted form. "Stop resistance!"

Matsuda peered over his shoulder and looked at All Might. "Is too late."

"What?" Tsukauchi asked.

"You're already too late, I said." Matsuda sneered. "My ultimate weapon is already finished." He smiled as he took a gun out of his pocket.

Everyone readied stance.

"My files and memos about my research are destroyed, all on his hands. Whatever he wishes to do with it, I don't care…" He narrowed his eyes on glee. "As I already have fulfilled my wish."

Seeing how he was putting his finger on the trigger, All Might jumped at hyper speed but was too late.

Matsuda shoots himself in the head, committing suicide. Blood and pieces of brain flew all the way to the walls and floor.

"Damn!" All Might cursed. He was too late to save him.

He felt Gran Torino pat his back. "No need to worry about a life like that, Toshi." He advised.

They saw the inhuman experiments that Matsuda made on the premises.

"Let's see what is behind this door." Tsukauchi proposed. "According to the tag team, this is the only room on the facility that hasn't been check."

All Might and Gran Torino nodded.

All Might kicked the door away, sending it towards the inside of the room.

They were expecting something akin Machinery gun or something. An entire vault filled with weapons of mass destructions.

And what they saw…

Was an empty vault enveloped in darkness, there were no gives if someone or something was there, it was more silent than a tomb.

"Is…empty?" Tsukauchi was baffled.

"We're too late?!" All Might tightened his fist, gritting his teeth.

"No…wait!" Gran Torino was alarmed. "There is someone there!"

The two of them snapped their look at the direction that Gran Torino pointed. Their eyes were getting accustomed to the darkness…

They saw a figure sitting on a bed.

"A…" Tsukauchi started, confused.

"Boy?" Gran Torino ended, thunderstruck.

He couldn't be older that fifteen. He has very long, flowing, messy black hair with green highlights. In addition, he has red eyes that shined in the darkness.

He wears a black suit with three white buttons, a black tie and a white dress shirt inside. He also has a black belt and black loafers.

He was looking at the floor with an impassive expression on his face, as he didn't care about their presence.

Tsukauchi and Gran Torino felt uncomfortable and wary of the boy's presence. It felt like they were in the presence of a being completely unrelated to them.

All Might walked slowly at him. "Son…are you Ok?"

The boy didn't respond, still looking at the floor.

"What is your name?"

At that question, the boy slowly raised his head to look into All Might's eyes. His red eyes were concentrated on All Might's face.

"Kamukura…" His voice had a completely monotone and detached tone. "Izuru."

So…tell me what you think. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Don't hold back.