Everyone has different ideas of when it all started. Some people think it started back when we saw people who dressed like bats and people who swung around golden lassos as Gods and saw clowns and businessmen and Monsters. Others think it started when an army dressed in red came down from the sky and tried to lay waste to us all. Most people, though, think it started when a glowing baby was born in China, ushering in an era where most of the world could have superpowers of their very own and become just like those Gods: the era of Quirks.

There are two people, though, who think it all started when they took a vacation to get away from the world.

Japan. July 15, 20XX, 15 years prior

Lake Kawaguchi, one of the Five Lakes of Mt. Fuji. Of the Fuji Five Lakes, Lake Kawaguchi is the second largest and situated at the lowest elevation (800 meters), which accounts for its relatively cool summers and frequently icy winters. It's the cool summers, along with a tremendously long shoreline, that have allowed for Lake Kawaguchi to become a popular vacation spot in Japan, with many people going there to camp and get away from the world.

This is very much the reason for a certain couple to be vacationing there.

"Alright, all set!" was said by a man after starting a campfire, the process done by breathing fire out of his own mouth. "Beautiful night for a fire, right honey?"

"It sure is, dear," the woman he was with said. Her face lacked the same positivity that her words were meant to convey.

"You're lying, aren't you, Inko?"

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. The night is very subpar, tons of clouds blocking the stars, and this is a very shoddy campfire. Look at this log arrangement. Absolutely no presentation value in here. I wouldn't be caught dead next to this fire if I wasn't the one who made it."

"Hisashi, please. We both know it's not about the fire." Muttering something under his breath, Hisashi kicked up a bit of dirt before sitting next to Inko on a log facing the fire.

"I'm just frustrated, Inko," Hisashi said, putting his head against her shoulder.

"I know. I am, too," Inko said. "It's not your fault, though."

"It's not your fault, either. I don't want you to think that."

"I don't want you to think it's your fault, either."

"I know that, but if it's neither of our faults, then that means we can't point fingers at anyone and go 'Nice job screwing us over, jackass!' Things would be so much easier if we could do that, you know."

"I know, Hisashi. Life's just not like that, though. Sometimes things just happen, and there's no one to get mad at."

"Life sucks, sometimes."

"I know, I know," Inko said in a somber tone. After that, no more words were spoken between the two of them. They simply sat next to one another, gazing at the fire and doing their best to enjoy each other's company. That was the plan right up until Hisashi's phone rang.

"Talk about a mood killer," Hisashi said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He was about to decline the call, but paused when he saw the name in the caller I.D. "It's work. It might be important, but…"

"Go take it. I can be by myself for a few minutes."

Hisashi nodded his head, pushed Inko's green bangs apart, and kissed her forehead before stepping away from the campsite.

Hisashi ended up walking just a few meters away from the campsite, surrounding himself with trees and putting his wife out of view. Finally, he answered his phone.

"Good evening, Professor," Hisashi said. "No, wait, it's gotta be morning in the states, right?"

"Indeed it is, Hisashi," the voice on the other line, the Professor, said. "About eight in the morning, last time I looked at my watch. Never too early to get started on a bit of work."

"It is for normal people, you know."

"Then how come I've seen you getting up at five to work?"

"I'm just able to fake weirdness, I guess."

"Yes, well, going off of that, I've noticed that you've neglected to re-engage your 'weirdness,' as I haven't gotten a single response for the latest reports I sent you."

"Wait, you sent me… shit," Hisashi cursed, rubbing the back of his head.

"We both know how important this project is, Hisashi."

"I know."

"The entire world, itself, could be changed from the work we're doing, Hisashi!"

"I know!" Hisashi shouted, a small burst of fire escaping his lips. The conversation went dead for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry for that, Hisashi," the Professor said. "I know you know how important this is, and I shouldn't be talking to you like you don't. Even still, I should've gotten a response from you. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I've just been busy with this getaway for my wife and me, and I guess I let work get away from me."

"You're on vacation? At a time like this?"

"It was kind of an emergency vacation. Not for pleasure, really just to get away from everything for a while."

"If it's not too intrusive, would you mind telling me what happened?"

Hisashi leaned back against a tree and exhaled another line of fire. It really was a poor substitute for a cigarette.

"Remember how I told you that my wife and I are trying to start a family?" The Professor acknowledged it. "Well, we got back from the doctor the other day-"

"And she pregnant! Congratulations, Hisashi, my boy! You're going to be a great father, I just know it! Can I be the godfather? I've always wanted to be a godfather, Hisashi!"

"Yeah, well that's not going to happen, because we can't have any kids!" Once again, fire shot out of Hisashi's mouth, this time hitting a tree branch and knocking it to the ground, fully aflame. In a panic, Hisashi quickly stamped out the fire, cursing under his breath all the while.

"Um, well, now that you've finished whatever that was and I've finished removing that foot from my mouth, allow me to apologise, again," the Professor said.

"No, that's fine, Professor. If I didn't get mad at you, I'd probably just get mad at some kid working the register at Big Belly Burger for giving me the wrong change.

"Inko and I, we spent weeks and weeks trying to do it the old fashioned way, but every time she took the test, it came up negative. We finally decided to just go to the doctor and see what we were doing wrong. Turns out that the issue wasn't with the technique, but the people trying to use it."

"Oh my," the Professor said. "You have my greatest of sympathies, Hisashi, for as much as that might be worth."

"It's worth a lot, honestly," Hisashi said, letting out a relaxed breath of fire. "So, yeah, that's why I didn't get around to checking my email. Right after we got the news, I took us out of town to get away from everything for a bit."

"Have you two considered other options, at all?"

"I mean, we haven't talked about it, but I know we're both thinking about it. It's just that we both really want some time to calm down before getting back into it. Plus, stuff like surrogates and adoption take a lot of time and money that I'm not sure we really have. Too bad babies don't just fall out of the sky."

"Yes, that truly is a crying shame. If I may offer some advice, Hisashi-oh, shoot! Sorry, I have to attend to something. I'll be back in a minute."

"Take your time. I got nowhere to be."

Footsteps went through the other end of the line, and Hisashi moved his phone away from his ear and slouched down into the dirt. With no one to talk to, the only thing keeping his mind occupied was a bit of stargazing. A clear night like this, away from the city lights, the sky was filled to the brim with celestial lights; even with the Green Palace in the sky shining as bright as it did, their luminescence remained unchallenged.

The one that seemed to be getting bigger was especially unchallenged in that respect.

Bigger at an increasingly fast rate, it seemed. In the direction of his general area, too.

"Oh, shit!" Hisashi shouted.

Before Hisashi knew it, a giant fireball was in the sky, plain enough for anyone to see. Lake Kawaguchi was lit up as if someone was shining a massive spotlight on the water's surface. Hisashi could feel the heat coming off of it even from how high in the sky it was. Mesmerized by its sudden appearance and intense beauty, he found himself immobilized, unable to do anything else but stare in awe.

Very fortunate for Hisashi, this did not result in his untimely demise, as the fireball veered right well before it could hit him and kept to that path until eventually hitting the ground with a tremendous crash.

"Sorry about that, Hisashi, needed to take care of something with the project." The Professor's voice came back out of the phone. "Now, about you and your wife-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to call you back!" Hisashi hung up his phone before the Professor could say anything and took off in a sprint.

When Hisashi returned to the campsite, Inko was facing in the direction the fireball flew in, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"I'm guessing you saw it, too," Hisashi said.

"Uh huh," Inko said.

"Man, not every day you see a shooting star crash into the planet."

"Uh huh."

"I think I'm gonna turn into a walrus and start living on the moon."

"Uh huh." After a few seconds, Inko finally decided to turn around towards Hisashi and pay attention to him.

"Let's go check it out."

"Really? Are you sure that's the best idea?"

"Come on, Inko, you know every camper this side of the lake's gonna be over there in five minutes, so might as well try to beat them to it. Besides, beats sitting here feeling all sad, and stuff."

Inko hummed to herself and drummed her fingers against her thigh.

"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt us."

"That's the spirit!" Hisashi grabbed onto Inko's hand, and the two took off in the direction of the crash. If Hisashi was being honest with himself, he felt as nervous about this as his wife clearly did, but like he said, it served as a much better way of getting their minds off of life than just moping around a fire. Besides, if it turned out to be a meteor composed of an as of yet undiscovered element that could be named after himself, why wouldn't he want to take a look at it?

As it turned out, what had crashed into the forest was not a meteor composed entirely of "Hisashium." Instead, lying in the center of a crater, dirt upturned and trees scattered about, was some sort of large, metallic contraption.

"Oh my God," Inko said, breath taken as she and Hisashi made their way into the crater.

"Right? Wonder what it is," Hisashi said, rubbing his hand against the surface of the object. "The metal's so smooth, and the design so professional, far more than anything we have in Japan. Might be a satellite from an American company, like Lexcorp or Wayne-Powers."

"I think it belongs to whoever owns this symbol." Inko directed Hisashi's attention to the partially crushed lid of the machine. On it was a large, black-colored pentagon with what looked like the letter "S" inside of it. No matter how much Hisashi thought about it, he couldn't remember any company that had that kind of insignia.

"Wait, what the hell?" Hisashi moved away from the insignia and towards the back end of the machine. "Look at this propulsion system, Inko. The shape of the engine, the placement of these fins, this isn't the kind of stuff you find on a satellite."

"Yeah, it almost looks like a spaceship," Inko said, her face contorted into a position of awkwardness.

"Hey, that's not funny, Inko," Hisashi replied with shallow laughter. "That's the kind of joke that makes everyone on the train turn to you with disgust. We don't make spaceships anymore, and if it really is one there'd be something in here that we really wouldn't want to be in here."

Then Hisashi heard it.

He heard crying.

Crying coming from inside the ship.

"Oh no," Hisashi gasped.

"Oh no!" Inko shouted as the crying got louder. "Is there a baby in there?!" The second the words left her mouth, Inko pointed her hands at the lid and then threw them back towards her body. The lid, ever so slightly, started moving in the same direction.

"Inko, what are you doing?" Hisashi's question fell on deaf ears as she repeated the action.

"Inko, don't you know that this is a bad idea?" Hisashi's question fell on deaf ears as she repeated the action.

"Inko, won't it get really bad if someone sees you doing this?" Hisashi's question fell on deaf ears as she repeated the action.

Hisashi wanted to ask a fourth question, but before he could, he heard what sounded like footsteps and muffled conversation.

Ah, dammit! Cursing to himself, Hisashi ran over to the lid of the spaceship and started lifting it up with all of his might. It wasn't much might.

"Hisashi?" Inko asked, all motion in her body ceasing.

"Don't just stand there, Inko, keep pulling!" With a quick head nod, Inko went back to using her Quirk on the lid of the spaceship.

Hisashi could tell just by looking at Inko that she was pushing herself. Her Quirk was at its best when used to move something that was small, lightweight, or some combination of both, so expecting her to just make a large, heavy piece of metal fly into the air was out of the question. Hisashi wasn't much better in that regard, having the build of a bamboo shoot, and all. Always spent far more time in the lab mixing chemicals than he did in the gym lifting weights. But even if they couldn't accomplish something like this alone, together just might be a different story.

And a different story, it was. With Hisashi's strength and Inko's Quirk combined, the lid was pulled upwards and torn off of the ship, entirely. Thanks to that, Hisashi and Inko had a perfect view of the contents of the ship. Just as Hisashi thought, just as Hisshi feared, inside there, crying at the top of its lungs, was a baby. A tiny little thing with eight freckles and a small clump of black hair on its head, a spit curl sitting in the center of its forehead.

"It really is a baby!" Inko said with a big smile.

Surprised that it looks so human, Hisashi thought as he pulled the baby out of the spaceship. As soon as it was free of the confines of the ship, the frightened child looked at Hisashi's nervous face, stopped crying, and smiled at him.

Without even realizing it, Hisashi smiled back.

"-think it's somewhere around here," a voice said amongst footsteps.

"-do you think it is?" Another voice asked amongst footsteps.

"-thought Green Lantern was up in space stopping this kind of stuff from happening!" A third voice said amongst footsteps.

"Okay, we need to go, now!" Hisashi shouted to Inko, handing the baby over to her while he grabbed the torn lid. With that, the two of them ran from the crash site and were gone before anyone could spot them.

After returning to the campsite, Hisashi and Inko shoved everything back into their car and drove away from Lake Kawaguchi as fast as was legally allowed. They drove for two hours before reaching the Shizuoka prefecture, barely saying a word to each other, all the while. Eventually, they found and checked into a small hotel in Shizuoka City, and as soon as they were in their room, Hisashi turned on the TV. Conveniently, he turned it on to a news program.

"-what we believe to be an alien spacecraft," a reporter said, standing in front of the very same spaceship they discovered. "Hours ago, multiple campers here at Lake Kawaguchi either heard or saw what was initially believed to be a meteor landing in the campgrounds, but as you can see here, it was anything but. Judging by the size of the craft, there would only be room for one person, and with the top completely open like this, whatever was inside has long since disappeared. Police and local Heroes are searching the area of Mt. Fuji for any signs of alien life, and will soon expand their search to the surrounding cities. Everyone should be cautious and go outside as little as possible until further notice."

Hisashi turned off the TV and threw the remote onto the floor.

"We took an alien. We took an alien. Oh my god! We took an alien! I can't believe we did something so stupid and dangerous! I've never even gotten a speeding ticket before, and now I'm stealing little alien babies! What the hell is wrong with us?! If my father was alive to see this, he'd go 'Hisashi, I didn't fight in no Lantern War for you to just go'n pick up some li'l spaceman off the street!' We should've just gone straight to the authorities when we got the thing out, no, when we saw the ship, but this makes everything so much worse! Why did we take that baby? Why didn't we tell anyone? Why am I the only one freaking out about this? Inko, freak out about this with me!"

Hisashi turned around to face his wife, only to see her sitting on the bed, holding the baby and tickling it, making it laugh over and over again.

"Inko, please!"

"Oh, sorry, honey," Inko said, ceasing her tickling.

"This is serious, and you're not even paying attention."

"No, I heard you just fine. You were rambling on and on about how we shouldn't have taken an alien with us and how we're going to get into a ton of trouble for doing this, right?"

"Well, yes, that more or less sums it up. Still, I shouldn't be the only one freaking out about this. If anyone finds out that we were the ones who took it-"

"Him," Inko cut in.

"What?"

"I looked inside the diaper, and the baby isn't an 'it,' it's a 'boy.'"

"Fine, fine. If anyone finds out that we were the ones who took him, our lives are over, Inko. I work in government, I hear whispers about this all the time. Guys in black suits will be at our doorstep in the dead of night to cart us off for interrogation and torture. After that, all of our neighbors and family will think we just disappeared, when really we 'disappeared'. Do you want that to happen?"

"No," Inko said, body shaking slightly. "But in that case, we just have to make sure no one finds out about this, right? We left before anyone else got to the ship, and camping there didn't require any reservation, so I don't think they'll be able to find us."

"True, that would be pretty hard. Even so, there's still a 112 ounce problem we need to deal with. What are we supposed to do with it-with him?"

"I actually have an idea about that, Hisashi."

"Glad one of us does. What is it?" Inko smiled at Hisashi before looking down at the baby again. Hisashi's face fell. "No."

"He looks like a normal baby-"

"No."

"-and everyone's probably looking for a big, green, monster man."

"No."

"It's hard to find something when it's hiding in plain sight-"

"Nonononononononononono-"

"-so if we don't want anyone to know we were involved in this, I was thinking that-"

"NO!" A large stream of fire shot out of Hisashi's mouth, singing the wall behind Inko's head.

"I was thinking that we could keep him," Inko said, ignoring all of that.

"Are you insane?! You want us to raise an alien baby?!"

"So what if he's an alien? It's not like all aliens are evil. The Martian Manhunter certainly wasn't evil. Besides, he's just a baby, and babies can't hurt people."

"Yeah, but the people they grow up to be can! Besides, how do we even know he's even actually a baby?" Hisashi stepped over to Inko and bent down to look the baby in the face. "For all we know, he comes from a planet of beings that just look like babies, and they all try to use their overwhelming cuteness to infiltrate societies and destroy them from the inside!"

The baby giggled and squeezed Hisashi's nose.

"This doesn't disprove the theory," Hisashi said, removing the baby's hand from his nose.

"Hisashi, don't you think that we need to be doing this?" Inko asked. "The whole reason we were there was because we wanted to forget about the fact that we could never have a child of our own, and then a baby falls into our laps? That can't just be a coincidence."

"It is absolutely a coincidence! If you looked up coincidence in the dictionary, the definition would read 'What is happening to Hisashi and Inko, right now!'"

"So what should we do, then? Leave him outside an orphanage? Drown him in the bathtub?"

Hisashi didn't answer her. He sat down at a desk and stared out the window, his expression unreadable.

"Hisashi, this is the right thing to do, and you know it. Not just for us, but for this poor child who's all alone in the world. If you didn't already know that, if you didn't already care about that, then you wouldn't have helped me take him out of his ship, right?"

Hisashi still didn't say anything, instead opting to knock all the pens off of the desk with a forceful sweep of his arm.

"Okay, okay," Hisashi finally said. "First thing in the morning, I'll call up the Professor and tell him what's going on. I'll get him to make us some fake adoption papers. We'll wait an extra week before going back to Musutafu and tell everyone we left to adopt a baby."

"Hisashi…" Inko said with a smile.

Hisashi got up from the desk and moved onto the bed, wrapping Inko up in his arm.

"I still don't feel good about this, but I'd feel even worse about leaving some defenseless little baby out on his own. Plus, maybe I'm like you and I don't want this to be just a coincidence, as crazy as that sounds."

"I don't think it sounds crazy, at all. Of course, I was the first one to bring it up, so I might not be the best person to ask," Inko said, planting a kiss on Hisashi's cheek. "What are you going to name him?"

"Right, we said that if we had a kid, I'd name it if it was a boy, and you'd name it if it was a girl. Well, all the men on my side of the family have the same kanji in their name that reads as 'it's been a while' (久). This little guy, I don't know where he came from, but he had to have been forced to leave (退出)his home. He had to leave, and it must have taken him a while to get here, so I was thinking that we combine some of those characters and make 'Izuku' (出久). What do you think?"

"I love it! Our own son, Izuku Midoriya!"

The baby, now christened as "Izuku Midoriya," laughed as his new parents kissed him on each cheek.

You probably figured it out already, but that baby they're with? That's me. My name is Izuku Midoriya, and I'm an alien. I was sent off from whatever planet I was born on to live here, and Hisashi and Inko Midoriya took me in as their own. Even though I was an alien, even though no one liked the kind of thing I was, they never treated me like I was anything other than their son. It's thanks to their love and support that I became the person I am today, and it's because of their love and support that I was able to become the greatest Hero in the world.

Japan. April, 20XX, present day

"Midoriya-kun, am I reading this right?" A junior high school teacher asked.

"Yes, sir. I, I really don't want to be a Hero," came a meek reply from scared looking boy with his head against his desk.

I should probably mention that there were some bumps in the road.

Here it is, the first chapter of an idea that you'd think more people would've done. If you feel like asking for background information, hit me up on tumblr.