AN: I do not own My Hero Academia

(Unknown Location)

A masked man in a black suit walked to the only chair, no throne, in the dimly lit room. The man stared at the many monitors hanging on the wall as he sat down. Each one showed people of interest in Japan. Powerful politicians, scientists, doctors, heroes, and military leaders. But only one caught his attention now.

The image on this monitor was of a young green haired boy curled up into a ball in an alleyway. He was about fourteen years old, in his last years of middle school. And why was he curled up in the fetal position? The boy had just received his daily beating from his bullies.

Why would such a weak boy catch the attention of this man over all the other powerful figures he was watching? The boy was quirkless, a rare commodity for the man. Quirk less humans only made about twenty percent of the total population of Earth.

This minority of humans were looked down upon by many of their super powered peers. Being quirkless was seen the same way as having a type of disability. Yes, fully functional, and healthy people were seen as disabled because they didn't have a genetic mutation that gave them a unique ability.

During their childhood, the Quirkless were primes targets for bullies and the teachers tended to overlook the bullying at many schools. Finding a teacher that protected their quirkless students was as rare as being quirk less itself.

The education for these children received was subpar at best, since most courses focused on proper quirk use and teachers were preoccupied with handling the other children's quirks. Only the fundamentals of math, grammar, and reading were the only subjects that the children receive the same level of education as their peers. Science, art, and history were taught, but most would have to find outside sources to learn the advanced subjects or wait until college.

Things only got worse after finishing school, whether it be the mandatory high school or some form of higher learning, since most quirkless adults had difficulty finding a job. No matter how qualified they were. Employers did not see the use of an employee who did not have a quirk, a special skill only unique to that person. No matter how insignificant that skill was, it was preferable over having no quirk.

Most quirkless adults found themselves working minimum wage jobs, when they should have something better with the skills and education they gained. Or at worst, resorting to criminal acts to survive. They normally had to work alone, since other villains considered them useless. Yes, even villains condemned the quirkless. Not even considering the quirkless in the same league as them, giving them the title of criminals because no quirkless was powerful as a quirk user nor could a quirkless last as long a true villain. The longest a quirkless criminal went uncaptured was a week!

The quirkless criminals didn't last long since all of them were easily overpowered by a Pro Hero, with the Hero's quirk giving them a major advantage. And to add insult to injury, a quirkless criminal was usually given a slap on the wrist for their laughable attempt. Followed by them getting laughed out of the police station. The only time they were taken seriously was when they actually hurt someone, which was extremely rare.

Social outcasts they were to everyone, besides to this one powerful man. He had found a use for the belittled minority. The masked man turned his attention to another monitor that showed images of large humanoid creatures with their brains exposed. Nomus, he had called them. Humans that were gifted by him with the ability to use multiple quirks.

They were his super soldiers. Dim witted ones at best, since they typically lost most of their higher level mental functions after receiving their gifts. But they didn't need to think, just follow orders.

The Quirkless made the best Nomus because they typically could hold as many as twice as many quirks as a Nomu with an innate quirk. This made these Nomus much more versatile and powerful.

And Quirkless children were even better since their bodies hadn't fully developed yet. They could still adapt their bodies to the multitude of quirks easier and faster than the adults. And with less deformities, like having less of their brain exposed.

The masked man had only half a dozen Nomus that didn't have their weak point so obviously exposed. Maybe this child could be number seven. The man smiled at the thought beneath his mask. He already had the quirks he wanted to place inside this boy.

He looked back at the boy to see the child had reached the top of building he had went into. After his beating, the child had walked home, only to get attacked by sludge villain. The villain was attempting to take over his body, but that failed since the number one hero, All Might, had saved the boy. The masked man had lost sight of the boy because the child had foolishly latched onto All Might's leg when the hero had jumped into the air.

The boy had popped up again after an hour, looking devasted. The masked man didn't know why, but he had a nagging suspicion of what happened.

On his way home, the boy had encountered the sludge villain that somehow escaped All Might. The villain had a captive, a young blonde boy with red eyes, one of the child's bullies. After a moment of no one doing anything, the boy ran right towards the villain in a vain attempt to rescue his tormentor. The child was going to be killed, but he was saved by All Might once again.

The boy had walked home solemnly after getting reprimanded by the heroes there. The masked man found it funny how a weak child had the gall to try and save the hostage, but not one of the heroes. Not even All Might himself did anything until the boy had acted. Hypocrites they were.

The child went back to his middle school after that. He had hidden inside one of the bathrooms until the school was completely empty. That's when he had gone up to the roof. The child had dropped his backpack and gotten dangerously close to the railing.

This cause the masked man to contact one of his minions quickly because he had a good idea of what was going to happen. Quirkless children did have a high suicide rate and he had to stop this. Not because he cared about the boy, but he didn't want to lose a rare commodity. He didn't want to wait another three years until the next subject finished puberty. That was the best time to harvest a quirkless child.

"I have received the coordinates," his minion told him.

"Good Kurogiri. Get the boy before he kills himself," he told his minion.

"It will be done, All for One," Kurogiri said.

All for One watched as a dark mist, similar to a black hole, enveloped the now falling boy. The powerful villain got up to prepare what he needed for his new Nomu. Had he stayed a moment longer, he would have saw the same young blonde from before had just witnessed his new subject jump off the roof.

(Days Later)

All for One looked down at his recent experiment, Izuku Midoriya. The boy had not been quirkless like everyone thought. His quirk had been inactive all these years. An extremely rare case, but it did happen here and there.

At first, All for One was annoyed. All that time he had wasted monitoring the boy, only to end up with something he didn't want. The quirk the boy had made him unsuitable to be a Nomu, for his quirk required human level intelligence for it to work. Nomus didn't have that.

This wasn't the first setback he ever had in his unnaturally long life, nor would it be the last. After the first day and contemplating what he could do with the boy, he found an amusing project.

All for One had went through the memories of the boy, getting a firsthand account of what Izuku had been through all of his life. Sure, he had monitored the boy for the last few years, but this provided much more insight.

The boy's foolish dream to become a hero without a quirk brought a chuckle to the old villain. After all of the years of bullying and being belittled, the boy still wanted to be a hero. The boy had the heart and spirit of one, just not the power.

But now Izuku had the potential to become a powerful hero, thanks to All for One. The villain had forcibly activated the green haired child's quirk and had countless experiments done by his scientists to find the limits of the boy's power. The quirk would require much training to be used at its peak for maximum power and versatility. Time neither Izuku or All for One had.

While more and more experiments were being done on the boy, All for One had the boy's physical body enhanced with supplements. For the boy was physically weak and that was a detriment to anybody's quirk. The boy gotten slightly taller and a little muscle mass over the last few days. Nothing outrageous though, just something subtle for when he was returned to his mother.

All for One had plans for the boy. Izuku wouldn't be something he invested heavily in, like his successor or even a Nomu. Just something on the backburner for All for One to observe and manipulate at his leisure. Izuku wouldn't be the first person to be unknowingly one of All for One's pawn. The old villain had many pawns in Japan, from a simple policeman to a powerful general of the Japanese military.

The villain would have loved to groom Izuku into a powerful villain to fight his hated foe, All Might. The surprise and devastation that would be on the Hero's face would rare joy to the Villain's heart. But he couldn't be greedy, for he had Tomura for that. The grandson of All Might's mentor and previous holder of One for All.

Plus, corrupting Izuku would not be easy, as he clung to his hero worship of All Might still. The boy would not be swayed and even if his ideals were changed, Izuku could easily be brought back to side of heroes. The green haired child would be a temporary ally at best.

No, Izuku Midoriya would be a rival for his successor. Someone always near his level to challenge Tomura. An opponent to keep the next leader of All for One's criminal empire on his toes. The masked villain did not want his successor he spent so much time into to become complacent when he was gone.

A few more days and Izuku will be released back to the safety of his home. Another pawn released unto the world. One for society's view of the greater good, but not too much good. All for One did have some safety protocol's programmed instilled in the boy if Izuku became too much trouble.

'Just a few more days, little Midoriya, and you'll be home,' All for One thought, 'Then we can see what type of entertainment you will give me.'

(A week since Izuku's disappearance)

Izuku rubbed his eyes as he woke up. He expected to be in his bed, not slumped against the wall in a dirty alleyway. The boy didn't know how or when he got here, but he knew he wasn't supposed to be here!

When the child tried to remember how he got here, he got an immense headache and everything he could remember was foggy. A few things stood out, but the main one was a memory of someone repeatedly poking him with a needle at a furious pace on the back of his left hand. And an image of a black snake with yellow eyes.

"Weird," Izuku muttered to himself, "Wonder what that means."

He stood up and dusted himself. He went out to the alleyway and looked at the street signs. He could tell that he wasn't far away from home.

But then he noticed something very peculiar. Attached to the pole of the street sign was a missing person poster. And Izuku himself was on it! He ripped the paper off. The green haired boy was shaking nervously and reading the poster over and over.

"Excuse me, sir! What is today's date?" Izuku asked a random passerby. The person was a sloppily dressed delinquent wannabe.

"March tenth, fucker," the teenage boy answered, before walking off.

"Thank you, sir!" Izuku yelling, getting the middle finger salute in respond. Most would be either angered or bothered by that type of response, but the quirkless boy was used to it. Especially from an explosive throwing blonde.

"It's been two weeks since I somehow disappeared. My mom must be worried sick! I have to get home and apologize!' Izuku thought frantically, before breaking off into a sprint.

After a minute of running, Izuku decided to take a shortcut home. One he had used many times when he was running away from his bullies. He could always escape them in this dim alleyway. It was between two warehouses that were long since abandoned.

Not really paying attention to where he was going, Izuku ran into somebody. The person was knocked to the ground, with the boy on top of them. The paper he was previously holding fell out of his hands. The boy looked at the person he fell on.

It was a petite blonde girl around his age, with two messy buns on each side on her head. She had straight unevenly cut bangs, with two long strands on opposite ends. Her yellow eyes where slit vertically and she had cat like canines. She was wearing a school uniform from one of the neighborhood schools.

'She's kind of cute,' Izuku thought as he stared at the girl. And she stared back. Then the young boy noticed where his hand was. The boy instinctively grabbed the mound where his hand was.

"Stranger Danger!" she yelled suddenly.

A glint of polished metal shone in the corner of his eyes, before he attempted to roll out the way. The metal nicked his cheeks before he could get out the way.

"I'm sorry!" Izuku yelled as he got up and backed away, his arms up in a disarming manner, "I didn't mean to bump into you."

The girl was already up, approaching upon him, swinging the butterfly knife she had dangerously. "What are you doing in this alleyway anyway?"

Izuku backed into a wall. "I was just trying to get home."

The girl narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't believe you. You shall pay the fine."

The girl then leapt towards him, "In blood!"

'Young Master, summon me and I will protect you,' a voice whispered in Izuku's head, causing the boy to freeze up, 'Summon me!'

Izuku's mind was assaulted by images of a large snake that was a strange fusion of an anaconda and cobra. Pain emitted from the back of Izuku's left hand as a surge black matter erupted from origin of pain.

A serpentine monster blocked the path of the blonde girl, her knife harmlessly bouncing off its scales and out of her hands. The knife slid towards Izuku's foot. It then wrapped around the young girl, constricting her body, and stopping her from moving.

"Hey! This isn't fair!" the girl yelled, "We were going to have a one on one battle!"

"You tried to stab me!" Izuku yelled back.

"But you sexually assaulted me!"

Izuku got quiet and blushed. "That was a mistake. I don't know what came over me."

"You're a dirty little pervert and now you got your snake here to hold me down so you can further take advantage of me," she said.

Izuku protested that he would even think of doing that.

"So, I'm not pretty enough? You're saying I'm ugly?"

"No! You're very cute! I don't force myself on people."

The blonde stared at him once again, silent for a few moments. Her seemingly permanent blush went away for a moment as her irises became smaller. "Could've fooled me. How about we discuss like civilized people? Call off your snake."

"That might be a problem," Izuku mumbled.

"Why?"

"I don't know exactly how to, uh, control it," Izuku admitted, his face burning up in embarrassment.

"Huh? Aren't you about the same age as me?" She asked, getting a nodded from Izuku, "Shouldn't you know how to use your quirk by now?"

"I just got it today."

The blonde just blankly stared at the boy. "Well, you better learn how to use it soon because I have to use the bathroom!"

Izuku walked over to the snake and captured girl. "Um, mister snake? Could you let go of her?"

The snake turned its head to Izuku, its bright yellow eyes focusing on him. "I do not believe that is a wise decision, young master. This one might try to attack you again."

Both children stared at the snake, for they did not expect it to be able to speak

"Talking snake? That's pretty cool!" the blonde said, the first to recover form shock, "Can it do tricks?"

"I do not do tricks! I am Koda, protector of my master, Izuku Midoriya!" the snake proudly proclaimed.

"I don't think giving my name to strangers is a good idea, Koda," Izuku said, just getting over his shock.

"I'm Himiko Toga! Not that you know my name, I'm not a stranger anymore."

Izuku ignored Himiko. "Koda, could you please let Toga go?"

"Only because you requested this master, but I will be on guard," the large snake said.

Koda unwrapped himself from Toga and slithered beside its master. Izuku took a good look at Koda.

'With its size, it could easily be an anaconda or python, but strangely enough it has the hood part of a cobra too,' Izuku thought as he looked at his snake ally. Koda had raised its head threateningly, showing off its menacing hood.

Boy and snake watched the Toga get up and dust herself off. "So we know each other's name and got past our misunderstandings, can I have my knife back?"

Izuku and Koda looked at the knife and then at the grinning and blushing Toga. "No/No."

The blonde's bottom lip protruded outwards as she pouted, "Pretty please?"

"No/No."

"You two are so mean! First, you knock me over, and then grab my boobs. Then you wrapped your slimy body all over me because I was just defending myself!" Toga yelled as she started to throw a tantrum.

"Master Midoriya, I think we should we leave," Koda told Izuku, "She is clearly not stable and the longer we stay, the more worried your mother will be."

"Good point Koda," Izuku said, trying to ignore the fact he was agreeing with a giant snake that came out of his hand minutes ago, "Toga, I'm going to leave now. I'm going to leave the knife and you can get it after I leave, okay?"

"Okey dokey."

"If you try to attack us, you will find yourself in the same position as before," Koda added.

The pair backed away from the blonde girl, eyes glued on her in case she tried to attack them again. Once the two disappeared from sight, Toga went to pick up her knife.

"The blood hasn't dried yet. Good," Toga said excitedly, before licking the blood off the blade. Her pupils widen as her knees buckled and she fell to her knees.

"This is the sweetest blood I've ever had! I must have more!" she yelled, "But how am I going to find him again?"

Toga noticed the piece of paper that Izuku had dropped earlier. She picked it up and saw it had a picture of Izuku. And a number to call if anyone had seen him.

'Seems like we will be meeting again soon, Izu-kun,' Toga thought dreamily, as she fondly stared at the picture of her new obsession.

AN: My first MHA fic. I recently got into this show last month and watched the entirety of it in two weeks. Then I devoured the manga in another two weeks, so I'm actually caught up. I love this anime and wanted to try my own hand on this fandom.

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