A/N: Greetings. This is my take on the Gamer quirk. See the end of the chapter for important details.

Disclaimer : I do not own My Hero Academia or The Gamer manga.

Izuku was kneeling on the ground panting. In front of him was the garbage that he was supposed to clear up. Looking behind him, he smiled at the portion of the beach that he had cleaned. After working tirelessly for the past six months, he had cleaned farther than he had hoped he could.

"At this rate I'll be done before the entrance exam."

The sun had started to go down, giving him a glimpse of how the beach would look after he was done. He wiped a bit of sweat off his forehead and stood up. All that training had started to have an effect of his body and he could feel it as he stretched to clear the ache in his muscles.

"Midoriya, come here," called a voice. Izuku turned around to smile at the sickly man behind him. All Might came to observe his training almost every day. While initially he had actively participated in Izuku's training, shouting encouraging words whenever his trainee was showing low progress, or giving him tips to move heavy objects, now the man was content to stand afar and observe Izuku, confident enough in the boy's ability to carry out his given task without hurting himself.

"I'm almost done for the day All Might. Just a few more things to move," said Izuku as he walked towards his mentor.

All Might shook his head. "No that's enough for today," he said.

Izuku frowned. All Might never stopped his training short, even when he could see that Izuku was clearly exhausted in the past.

"You've done well Izuku, far better than I had hoped. I hadn't expected you to clean up this much in such a short time," he said with a smile, "You're ready."

Izuku did not fully comprehend his words for a few seconds, "W-Wait what?"

All Might laughed at the boy's wide eyed stare, "The entire point of this exercise was to toughen your body up to handle my Superpower quirk. I think you can handle the strain on your body now without hurting yourself."

Izuku was suddenly nervous. He had not expected to receive the quirk so soon. He had started sweating again and this time, not from physical exertion.

"Are… Are you sure?" he asked, his breath quickening.

"Positive."

This was it, the moment that Izuku had waiting for his whole life, the one he had been training for the past six months. He licked his suddenly dry lips.

"So how do we do this?" he asked.

All Might reached into his head and held out something for Izuku to take. He squinted at the thin object in the older man's hand and realized that it was a strand of hair.

"Eat this."

For three days nothing had happened and in that time Izuku had quickly begun to lose hope. He had voiced his concern to All Might numerous times in the short span.

"It takes time for your body to adjust and develop the quirk Izuku. It took me two days," All Might had said. But it had been almost twice that and still nothing had happened to Izuku.

He continued to train at the beach despite his worries, clinging to All Might's words. As usual, he went to the beach after school, stretched as per his training regime, and continued to clean up the trash. Every time he moved a heavy tire or a fridge, he desperately hoped that it would become spontaneously easier, that All Might's quirk would finally manifest in his body. Yet by the end of the day it still hadn't gotten easier. Not even a faint trace of All Might's quirk had appeared and Izuku wiped away his tears in frustration.

His mother had noticed his disappointed look during dinner and had started worrying.

"What's wrong Izuku? Is everything all right," she asked.

"Yeah mom. Just stressed about the exam, that's all," he replied.

By the fifth day, he had completely given up despite reassurances from All Might.

"Maybe it wasn't meant for me after all," were his last thoughts as he went to sleep on the fifth day.

Izuku had a dreamless sleep that night and when he awoke the next day, the sight in front of him was not what he expected.

:: Analysis complete. Congratulations! ::

You have unlocked the quirk: The Gamer!

He stared at the blue box floating in front of him for several seconds reading the lines over and over.

"What?" he asked, confused by the words in front of him. As if answering his question, the words in the box changed.

Having inherited a quirk from the pro hero All Might, your body has finished adapting to it. You will now live your life like a video game.

Still not fully comprehending the words, he reached out to the box, recoiling as he felt his fingers tough a solid object. The physical contact shook him awake from his sleep muddled daze.

"W-What the hell? The… The Gamer?"

He threw the bed covers aside and got up, the box in front of his eyes moving along with him. He stared wide eyed at it, still processing the information as the box slowly faded from view. As the box disappeared, his eyes landed on the game console neatly paced on the shelf, having been left untouched since he started training. As realization dawned on him, a grin slowly started creeping on his face.

"Could it really be happening?"

As his brain finally finished processing the information, he shouted for the only person in the house in excitement.

"MOOOOOM!"

A crash sounded from the kitchen and in a few seconds, his mother burst into the room with a frantic look. An apron was tied around her waist and she clutched a pan tightly in her hand.

"What is it honey? Why'd you scream?"

"I unlocked my quirk," he told her, barely able to stand still.

Inko's grip on the pan loosened and it fell on the floor. Izuku could see that she had stiffened, her eyes having gone wide in disbelief.

Midoriya pointed a shaky finger above her head, the grin still on his face.

"Midoriya Inko. Level 4," he announced.

"What," his mother asked in confusion.

"Above your head, there are transparent letters. Midoriya Inko it says, and a small diamond with the number four in it," he told her.

Inko was still staring at him in shock and confusion, staring at his excited face.

"It's my quirk mom!"

Inko's lip started trembling as she took a step forward, tears forming in her eyes.

She rushed forward and embraced her son, "Oh Izuku!"

After calming down, she had taken Izuku to the dining table, setting breakfast down in front of him.

"Are you sure about this? How did it even happen?"

"I don't know," Izuku lied. "I just woke up to see a box in front of me. It said that I have unlocked my quirk, The Gamer."

"The Gamer," Inko asked, still not completely understanding his words.

"It's just like those video games that I play. I guess I'm like a video game character now. I don't completely know about it yet."

Inko chuckled and shook her head. "Figures. With all that time you spend on those silly games, no wonder this happened," she said. "Why now though? Aren't quirks supposed to show when you're very young? I mean, you're almost out of high school."

Izuku shrugged and looked down. He hated lying to his mother but he had promised All Might that he wouldn't reveal the secret even to her.

"Well why don't you stay at home today? We'll figure out what your quirk can do," she suggested. Izuku grinned and nodded rapidly, glad that his mother had let him skip school.

After breakfast, he had sat down and started thinking. His mother sat with him, not being able to provide any input at the moment.

"So my quirk turned my life into a quirk. First I gotta figure out how it affects me. Does it make any changes physically or does it affect me mentally too? Will I get any quests? What type of game character am I? RPG? Do I have any control over how I level up? Can I even level up? Wait, I can. Mom had a level displayed next to her name. What level am I at? What about stats?"

Inko looked on with a smile as her son rambled on. She had gotten used to this habit of his over the years. Izuku would always start muttering when he was in deep thought, usually to figure out the answer to a particularly hard answer.

"[Stats]!" Izuku shouted, startling Inko out of her thoughts.

"What?" she asked him. Izuku spared her a glance before looking back at seemingly the wall.

"Wait mom."

In front of Izuku's face was a box, displaying his stats as he hoped.

Midoriya Izuku :: 4 ::

Quirk : The Gamer

EXP : 400/1000

:: Stats ::

HP : 300/300

STM : 200/200

STR : 10

DEX : 7

INT : 14

WIS : 16

SPD: 9

Unspent points : 0

:: Passive stats ::

DEF : 0

LUK: 15

:: Skills ::

[Observe ] (Passive) Lv. 3/?

"What are these?" Izuku muttered. "Hit Points and Stamina are easy enough to understand. I'm guessing the rest these are my physical stats. Strength, Speed and Intelligence are usual stats. Dex? Hmmm… Perhaps it's how flexible I am. WIS? Wisdom, maybe? What's the difference between this and Intelligence? Maybe their literal meanings? Maybe I can see what they mean."

"[Expand]," he whispered with a frown hoping that it would work.

EXP: Experience points required to reach the next level.

HP: Hit Points. It displays your current health.

STM: The stamina that you currently have to perform actions and activate skills.

STR: Your physical strength. Directly affects the strength of physical activities and attacks.

DEX: Your dexterity. A measurement of how flexible you are both in and out of combat.

INT: Your intelligence. Affected by the knowledge you currently have. It affects how well you are able to retain information.

WIS: Your ability to process the information you currently have. Affects the effectiveness of your strategies and the solutions that you come up with.

SPD: Your movement speed.

Unspent Points : Each time you level up, you acquire skill points to improve your stats.

Passive skills: (Cannot spend skill points to improve upon level up)

DEF: The amount of armor that you are equipped with. Reduces physical damage.

Luck: How lucky you are. Unreliable stat and randomly activates. Not affected by any factor.

Izuku grinned at the information presented to him. With this, he would be able to tell if the training the does affects him and by how much. He wondered how many points he would get upon leveling up. How had the points been distributed so far? Luck being his second highest stat seemed strange to him.

"Wait, 'Armor you have equipped'? That means…" Izuku's eyes widened. "Mom hand me something. Anything."

Inko handed him a spoon from the table.

"[Inventory]," he shouted.

Once again a transparent box popped up in front of him but this time, the box was gridded and split into smaller squares. He quickly shoved his hand into the first box. Ignoring his mother's surprised squeak at seeing a part of his hand disappear, he looked at the text above the box.

:: Inventory : 0.5/10 ::

The first box in the inventory now had the image of the spoon he had placed in it. Next to the box was a model of himself in his pajamas. It was strange looking at himself in a three dimensional model.

"So it has a weight limit."

He took out the spoon and looked at the weight again.

:: Inventory : 0.45/10 ::

"So the weight includes the things I have currently equipped. How do I close this?"

With an experimental swipe of his hand, the inventory box disappeared along with his image.

+1 WIS for figuring out the basics of your quirk by yourself.

Izuku raised an eyebrow in surprise. So he could increase his stats without having to spend skill points.

"Izuku?" He turned around to see his mother staring at him with a frown. "What was that?"

"Oh sorry mom. I was just looking at my stats. Do you know that I have my own inventory? You know, when I put the spoon in there?"

Inko shook her head. "All I saw was your hand disappearing up to your wrist; and what are these stats you mentioned?"

Izuku frowned. "How do I put this? Why don't I just tell you yours? They're easy to understand."

Inko gave a skeptical nod.

"How do I even view her stats? Maybe it's that Observe skill? "

"[Skills]," he called with hesitation.

:: Skills ::

[Observe ] (Passive) Lv. 3/? : Lets you view a person's name, level and stats. Also lets you view information about objects. Affected by your INT and WIS. Does not consume any STM.

Izuku nodded in understanding. Unlike in video games however, he could not click buttons to use his skills. Verbal commands seemed to be working so far but he would have to see later if he could change that.

"Observe!" he called looking at his mother.

Midoriya Inko :: 4 ::

Quirk : Pull. Allows her to pull small objects to herself.

:: Stats ::

HP : 300/300

STM : 100/100

STR : 6

DEX : 4

INT : 14

WIS : 12

SPD: 3

He read out her stats to her and she nodded, though he could tell from the frown on her face that she hadn't completely understood. She was smiling nonetheless, her happiness obvious at him having a quirk. One thing confused him though; if his stats were higher than hers, then why were they on the same level?

Izuku was skeptical. So far, his quirk hadn't given him any skills that would allow him to be a hero. All that it let him do was monitor his stats and view others'. He doubted that he could pass the entrance exam with these alone. Perhaps All Might would be able to help.

A/N : So this idea has been rolling in my head for a while and here is the first chapter of a hopefully long fanfiction. My plan for this fanfic is to have Izuku set with limitations so that he would have to get create with the use of his quirk just like any other hero. Not every action such as reading or punching will become a skill and my idea is that if he gets a skill, it would be special in some way. So he would have a very limited number of skills and use them in different ways.

The main reasoning for this was that he should not become overpowered too quickly. I apologize for not yet explaining his quirk completely but I would like Izuku himself to discover the usefulness and extreme limitations of his quirk in the subsequent chapters. Consider this game to be Hard mode.

Also, there are no permanent pairings in this fanfic but fair warning; this will be an adult game and rated M for some suggestive themes. Hence the main reason for aging up the characters. U.A is something like college in this fic and Izuku is currently in high school.

Comments and reviews appreciated.