Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia.

"Beat it twerp," Katsuki shouted as he passed by Izuku Midoriya at the schoolgrounds. "Or else I am going to beat your quirkless ass."

Izuku stumbled back in fright and covered his face, expecting Katsuki to hit him. As seconds passed nothing happened, and he slightly opened his eyes to reveal that he was the only one left beside the gate.

"Great, right in the morning I have to deal with this," Izuku muttered. He grabbed his bag around tighter and glanced at the sky with hopelessness.

Izuku looked down and saw Katsuki and his group of friends laugh at what he assumed was him. He regained his composure and thought to himself, "One day I'll prove to him that I can be a hero too."

Izuku once considered Katsuki his friend, a time when both admired the one true hero, All Might, who would save the day without raising a finger. After everyone's quirks developed in childhood and Izuku was left behind, their relationship changed for the worst. Gradually it went from name calling, to segregation, and finally physical abuse. Izuku was a timid boy and was afraid of losing the one friend he ever had. But as time passed, he wished that he would be left alone.

The sun continued to rise, gradually hitting Izuku's face. As he made it into the building, he heard the school bell ring. Izuku's eyes rose up, as he realized that he was late for class.

In the classroom the teacher stood up beside the chalkboard with an attendance sheet, "Ok kids, before—"

"Teacher, we're not five years old," interrupted one of the students. He put his feet on the table, challenging the teacher to make a move.

Another student was about to speak up before a large thud was made from the classroom door. Everyone turned their heads to see the commotion and saw a panting Izuku that looked like as if he ran an entire marathon.

"You're late Midoriya, not the best way to start your third year," said the teacher, noting down his tardiness.

"Uh, I'm sorry teacher I didn't mean to," Izuku said while facing down in order to avoid all the glances his classmates gave him.

The teacher looked at Izuku with disapproval and then faced towards the class. "There's only one seat left, sit down so we can start class."

Izuku quickly nodded and awkwardly shuffled his way in between the desks. He put down his bag and sat down, hoping to be spared of the embarrassment.

"Apart from him being quirkless, he's also negligent about school. How useless is he?" whispered one of the students, just loud enough for Izuku to hear.

Izuku suddenly felt a small impact from the back of his chair. He looked back and saw Katsuki gesture towards him. Izuku swallowed through his throat and wished he would die. "Guess we're having fun all year long Deku," said Katsuki with a grin.

"That's enough talking all of you, we're already behind schedule," announced the teacher. "Now since it's the first day of class I'll forgive your behaviour but remember that this year you will be applying for the high school of your choice."

Some of the students cheered. "I know that most of you want to become heroes, and some have even proclaimed that they will be applying for U.A Academy." The teacher looked towards Katsuki and gave him a small nod. "However, there are also those that need to set realistic goals and not apply to U.A."

Izuku froze, in the summer he was sent a paper from the school asking him what his future plans were. But he did not assume that the teacher would make it public. He slowly looked around the class and noticed that everyone was looking at him again. Before he could speak up, the entire class erupted in laughter.

"Him? Midoriya become a hero?" asked one girl to his left. She covered her face with pity.

"He's a quirkless nobody, and he wants to get into U.A?" said another student.

The teacher let the class laugh for a few more seconds, after which he demanded silence. A tiny smirk was still seen from his face.

Izuku felt defeated, his legs shook, and tears slowly formed up in his eyes. He gripped his hands and he felt the death stares that Katsuki was giving him. He knew that he wasn't getting off lightly after school.

Afternoon had long past with the final class bells ringing. Izuku quickly rose up from his chair and made a sprint from the classroom. As he exited the back of the school, he could hear Katsuki shouting behind him. "Get back here Deku, you quirkless little shit!"

Izuku was terrified, with his only option being to run as fast as his legs could take him. He set his sights at the school exit and made a sharp turn, barely dodging Katsuki that used his explosion quirk to speed himself up.

"W-Wait, Kacchan please think about what you are doing!" yelled Izuku.

Katsuki ignored his pleas, "I don't give a shit, and I'm going to break your nose for calling me that."

Izuku continued to run for his life, but his body could not keep up any longer. He turned his head to look at the distance between them, only to see Katsuki land a kick on his face. The blow caused Izuku to tumble several feet before hitting a concrete wall in a park playground.

Izuku's vision was blurry from the blood dripping down his forehead. He began to breathe heavily and felt a sharp pain in his chest. His voice left him, unable to scream for help as he could see Katsuki gradually approach him.

"God damn bastard, thinking you'd get away from me," Katsuki said with an annoyed look. "There's no one around here to save you Deku and I swear I'll make it painful." He cracked his knuckles while facing down towards Izuku.

"S-stop... Kacchan, I-I'm sorry!" cried out Izuku. He wanted it to be over, he could no longer tolerate the pain and misery he had to face every day.

Katsuki swung a large kick into Izuku's stomach. "Huh?" he asked. "I thought I told you already not to call me that."

Izuku gasped for air. He grabbed his stomach in pain and his head fell onto the ground.

Katsuki knelt and grabbed Izuku's green hair, slowly bringing up his face to his own. "You want to get into U.A?" he asked with a serious tone. "I thought I made it clear that I will be the first and only person from this school to get in there. Are you trying to make fun of me?"

Izuku felt cold. Shivering in fear, he was not able to answer him. Izuku's face had swelled up from the initial kick Katsuki gave him. He could no longer feel his body move, yet everything hurt.

"Answer me! Are you stupid?" Katsuki shouted. He looked at his former friend and removed his grip. Katsuki turned to his left and saw a notebook protruding out of Izuku's backpack. For a moment he felt that he went too far until he saw its title. He grabbed the book and scanned through the first few pages.

"What the hell is this?" Katsuki said. "You must be kidding me."

Izuku barely understood what Katsuki meant, he was not able to see or hear properly. He attempted to get up, but his arms failed to move. No matter how hard he tried, his strength failed him. "I really am useless, aren't I?" Izuku thought. "Just because I have no quirk."

"Hero analysis for the future," Katsuki read. "You think a quirkless reject like you can compete with anyone?"

Izuku remained on the ground. He was afraid, afraid that he would die.

"Wake up Deku, it's no time to be asleep," said Katsuki. He picked up Izuku once more and began to lightly tap his face. Izuku woke up from his daze and screamed at the sight of Katsuki. He crawled back up against the wall where he was first thrown at.

"Jeez," said Katsuki as he cleared his ear with his finger. "Finally back to your senses?"

Izuku saw Katsuki get closer from the corner of his eye. The day had grown darker with the sun slowly moving down. He could hear once again the branches that stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another. Izuku opened his mouth to plead with Katsuki one last time, and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. He looked at the notebook that Katsuki held, the one and only medium for where he felt he could express his ideas and love for the hero world.

Katsuki noticed Izuku's sight and a large grin formed on his face. "That gives me a great idea Deku." Katsuki pointed to the notebook. "For a quirkless piece of shit like you, this thing is useless."

"Give it back!" Izuku shouted, finally being able to speak. He attempted to grab it but Katsuki was quicker on the draw.

"You wish," said Katsuki. He stood up and placed the notebook between his hands. "Rather I think it deserves something better." Izuku's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed Katsuki explode it. Small pieces of burnt paper fell to the ground, leaving almost nothing recognizable.

"There, much better," Katsuki said. He stomped on the remaining pieces that were still burning.

Izuku could no longer hold it in, the anger that dwelled inside him had risen to the point where it overtook all of his emotions. He yelled and attempted to swing at Katsuki several times with his fist, missing completely.

"That's the spirit, but who said you can hit me?" Katsuki asked mockingly. Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki placed his hand over his face and caused a small explosion.

"Just a little goodbye present for you," Katsuki sneered as he lifted his hand. The blast caused Izuku to lose consciousness, his lifeless body lay on the ground.

Izuku begun to hear a deafening sound that grew louder and louder. "Where Am I?" he thought. His vision was black, and as time passed, he slowly began to see again. The sound he heard earlier was rain pouring down on him as he lay in the playground. He looked at the cloud filled sky, he wasn't sure if the tears that passed down his cheeks were from him.

"Why even bother trying to become a hero?" Izuku asked to himself as he clutched his chest. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Izuku tried to stand up several times, hitting the wet muddy ground. "Work legs, damn it work!" Izuku shouted in grief. He punched his legs several times before giving up and shifting his head downward. His belongings lay beside him, destroyed either from Katsuki or the rain.

Izuku began to laugh slightly, placing his hands on his face. The mix of emotions confused him, it reminded him of the time when he first learned as a kid that he would never get a quirk.

Seconds passed as Izuku calmed down, he pulled away from his hands and noticed that there was blood. He quickly reached over to his backpack and removed a cloth to dry his face. He attempted once again to stand up, this time successful.

"I got to get back home, Mom must be worried sick by now," muttered Izuku underneath his breath. His knees shook as he bent down to grab his bag. Izuku completely ignored how beat up he was.

"What time is it?"

Izuku looked over at his watch with slanted eyes. It read 10:37 PM. "Mom is definitely going to kill me," Izuku thought. "How am I going to explain this?"

Izuku stumbled across the playground. He made his way across the street hoping no one would see him in his state. He grabbed the wall across him, making sure that he did not fall again. His head was still dizzy from earlier, he felt as if time slowed down drastically.

"What do we have here?" asked a voice. "People like you shouldn't be walking outside at this time." Izuku turned to the direction of the voice but was unable to discern who it was.

"A little on the slow side?" the figure stepped towards Izuku. "Well, that doesn't matter to me anyways."

Izuku looked up once more. The figure was indiscernible, and he could not make out its features. Before he could ask any questions, the shadow was gone.

Izuku jumped out of fear until a hand appeared on his shoulder.

"What's wrong young man? You shouldn't be walking around this late at night," said a familiar voice.

"I know," Izuku said. He stood up carefully while still in shock from what happened.

"Are you injured? Are you ok?" asked the man.

"Yeah I tripped earlier and hit my face pretty hard," Izuku lied as he turned around. In front of him stood the man he admired since as early as he could remember, All Might, the hero of heroes. Izuku's mouth opened wide and the fan inside of him took over.

"Oh my god, All Might… Is that really you? Holy… Aaaaahhhh. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Izuku said while shaking his hands up and down.

All Might looked flustered. "Oh, you are a fan of me?" he asked.

"Holy cow yes! I watched all of your specials and got all the special edition mini-figurines," Izuku exclaimed with excitement. He never expected All Might to show up out of nowhere, and at the time when he needed him the most.

"Well it's great to hear that you are ok young man," All Might said. "In that case I must head off, patrolling the streets and all that. Make sure to get home quickly." Before he could take off, he was interrupted by an unexpected shout.

"All Might," Izuku faced towards him. He knew he would never get to ask if he didn't do it now. "Even if I don't have a quirk, can I become a hero?" His feet trembled with nervousness. "Can even someone without a quirk be like you?"

All Might looked at the boy. "Heroes are always risking their lives for others. I cannot simply say that you can become a hero even without a quirk."

"I-I see..." Izuku stared at All Might, he could barely let out a voice.

"If you want to help others, then you could become a police officer," All Might said calmly. "Regardless of how others view them, it's still a respectable occupation."

"It's not bad to dream, but you also have to consider what is realistic."

All Might leapt into the air, leaving him alone in the street. Izuku continued to face the direction his hero stood a few moments ago. Unable to understand the conversation he had. Izuku faced back and walked home slowly.

In the Midoriya household, the main entrance creaked open. Inko Midoriya rushed over and greeted her son.

"It's almost Midnight, I've been worried sick," Inko said. She followed her disoriented son through the hallway, "Where have you been Izuku and what are these bruises?"

"I uhm, kind of fell down when I was walking home and some elderly couple insisted, I go to the hospital," Izuku said while shifting his eyes away from his mother.

Inko was worried he was lying to run away from his problems, but she was glad to see him safe. "Then why did the hospital not call me?"

Izuku stared at the floor. "They said it wasn't anything serious, so they let me go after doing some checkups."

"Well alright then, but make sure to be careful Izuku. You know I love you, so talk to me if anything is on your mind." Inko said with a warm look. "I see your backpack got ruined from the weather, I'll go ahead and wash it for you. Go get some rest."

"Sure thing mom, night," Izuku said.

Izuku closed the door to his room and sat on his bed. His body hurt and it was difficult for him to move even then. He looked at all the All Might merchandise that was spread across his room. It finally dawned upon him what he went through that day.

"Why do I exist?" Izuku asked himself. "No one believes in me, not my mom, not Kacchan, and not even All M-," Izuku broke down. He couldn't stop the tears streaming down his face as he collapsed and started crying hysterically.

A/N: Hello everyone and I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of Villain of Tomorrow. Recently I have had an interest in portraying Izuku Midoriya and how he would play out in the BNHA universe if he turned out to be a villain. But also, in a way where it makes sense, has a serious tone, and it's hopefully written well. If you are interested in me continuing this story, please let me know and make a review so I can see what I can improve on. Thanks again.