Erm... great. Now I have to juggle two fanfics

He was two years old when he first started to admire heroes, and like any other kid was anxiously waiting for his quirk.

He was four when he was declared quirkless, and was subject to the bullying of all his classmates, while his teachers didn't even bat an eye in his direction.

He was five when he heard his father, being a fire-based pro hero working overseas, roaring over the telephone at having a quirkless, useless child. A waste of space, blaming Inko and her family's side for the weak quirks.

He was seven when his father, finally having come back from overseas and knowing that he was quirkless, saw him covered in burns and bruises, his mother protecting him, and burnt down the house in his rage. The house roared into flames, and Inko had tried to hide her son in a cupboard as the support beam fell and snapped her spine as she was closing the door.

Midoriya was seven when he was declared dead to the world, having died in the flames along with the rest of the Midoriya Household.

Midoriya woke up, sitting in pile of ashes. He rubbed his head, and his eyesight felt fuzzy. Slowly, the ringing in his ears had disappeared, and he sat up, groaning.

He looked at his surroundings. He knew where he was. He recognised it. He was in a very remote area, where only gangsters and stragglers roamed. He had no idea what had happened from when he felt the searing heat of the fire licking against his skin to how he ended up in some alleyway. It was obvious the house had exploded, seeing as he was quite a distance away from his home.

It was then he registered the stinging pain in his shoulder. Grabbing it, he winced as he realised that there was a piece of metal stuck in his shoulder, either a pipe or some metal reinforcement from the house.

He was lucky that with all his classmates and Kacchan's bullying, he had built up quite a decent amount of pain tolerance. Still, that didn't stop him from hissing in pain as he jerked the metal pole out of his shoulder. He was lucky that it just tore the muscle, and didn't break any bones.

Suddenly, a scream rang out in the air.

And another lucky break for the green bean, he was wearing a hoodie, even though some of it was black and burnt, but he was able to pull his hood over his face as he gripped the metal pipe tightly, slowly trudging over to investigate.

He found a woman, pinned against a wall, as a man held a knife at her throat. He wanted to scream, to yell for help, but the quickly covered his mouth. Yelling would probably startle the man, and he might hurt her on accident.

Then, all of a sudden, he didn't know why he moved, but his feet just did.

Pipe in hand, he whacked it against the man's skull. He didn't even see what hit him as he crumpled to the ground, groaning. The man quickly got up, and his arm transformed into a hammer, as he snarled, and attempted to smash the boy into sludge.

Horrified, the small boy took a step back, then another, before he gave a yelp and fell down. He watched as the man stalked closer to him, before suddenly, something latched onto his neck as he was forced to look upwards.

Aizawa Shouta was thinking.

Here he was, perched over an alleyway. He saw a man holding a woman at knifepoint, and wanted to step in. However, he didn't know how to do that without accidentally injuring the woman, since scaring the man might make him accidentally slit the woman's throat.

He eyed the boy in the corner, as he covered his mouth.

Must be her son.

But that thought vanished as the boy ran out, smashing the man's head with a pipe as he went down. Eyeing the man carefully, Aizawa realised that he wasn't knocked out, as he got up again and transformed his arm into a hammer. The boy had fallen as he tried to get away, but Aizawa focussed on the villain.

He couldn't waste the opportunity that the boy had given him.

He jumped down, into the alleyway, as he latched his capture weapon around the villain's neck and shot down, his boots kissing the villain's face. He eyed the small boy, just to make sure he was okay, but he saw two large green eyes eyeing him.

He quickly changed his focus as the man got up tried to smash him, but Aizawa just activated his quirk and smacked the man into a wall, knocking him out.

He made sure that the villain was really out cold, as the woman had already dialled the police as was screaming at the top of her lungs.

When he turned back to find the boy, he was gone.

Eraserhead.

He had seen Eraserhead. The Eraserhead! The underground hero who worked in the shadows and under the cover of the night.

Normally, he would have been ecstatic, but he couldn't bring himself to be happy that he had seen such a rare fight.

His mom was dead, he had seen here die. His dad was the one that tried to kill them both.

Midoriya stopped running, as he leaned against a wall for support, panting, trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible.

His brain seemed to have finally started up, and his mind started to process what he had just seen.

Eraserhead's quirk can cancel out any quirk, probably except mutant types because they're extra limbs. He fights using his capture weapon, speed and agility, immobilising the target before getting in close to strike -

Eraserhead fights quirkless.

That last thought rang in his head. He blinked, trying to process what he had just realised.

Eraserhead's quirk only cancel's out quirks, but that just evens the playing field. He just makes the fight into a quirkless one.

A small grin appeared on his face. His mom was dead. His dad was probably a criminal by now. But he had hope that he could become a hero.

Just because society won't accept a quirkless hero, doesn't mean I can't save anyone!

Aizawa sighed as he closed the door. His roommate, Yamada Hizashi, looked up from the table as he sipped a cup of tea.

"You okay, Shouta? You don't look so good."

"I'm fine... I just... saw a kid."

"A kid?" Yamada frowned, putting down the newspaper he was reading, "I thought you hated kids. That's why you were complaining about having to homeroom a first year class, weren't you?"

Aizawa turned to his blond friend, grunting, "I don't know. There was this guy holding a woman at knifepoint, and I was trying to figure out how to get the guy without hurting the woman by accident when he just ran in and smacked the guy with a metal pole. I was busy dealing with the guy and when I was done he was gone.""

"So? Could be her son?" Yamada suggested.

He massaged his temples, "I thought so at first too. Any normal kid would just... run away... or scream... but it seemed like he covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound, like he knew that startling the man might make him hurt her. He was... small. Pretty small. Looked to be six or seven years old. Too young to know how to react in situations like that.

"Who knows, maybe he has an analysis quirk or a high IQ quirk or something." Yamada shrugged again, patting his friend on the back.

Midoriya was a fast learner. He was quickly able to analyse fighting styles, just by looking at them. He found the strengths, the weaknesses, and how possibly to improve them, without as much as a glance. Actually learning how to fight back was a problem, since he normally never did as much throw a punch whenever he got bullied.

Since he had started training himself from a younger age, Midoriya was very flexible. He could do splits, and all sorts of other stretches that others found it hard to do and also realised he was double jointed, making him unusually flexible and made it a lot easier for him as he leapt and rolled about on rooftops.

He already learnt a bit of parkour, mostly from people he had seen doing it before and a bit (read: a lot) of trial and error that resulted in him breaking his fingers and dislocating his shoulders.

He currently resided in the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, surrounded by tons of junk. No one really went there, since there was so many broken appliances and space for the boy to train and use. He didn't need much, just a shelter over his head. He did eventually make a home out of two mini-buses (he had no idea how they managed to wash up on the beach) that just happened to be side by side. He had melted off the walls between the buses and welded them together with scrap metal, and removed all the seats to create a decently sized place to live in. That, and the fact that his home was currently surrounded by so much junk that no one would even suspect that someone lived there.

With his knowledge, Midoriya was able to fix up one of the phones that someone had thrown away (seriously, he just had to replaced the crack screen and fix the battery) while grumbling about e-waste and its effects on the environment.

He also made his own equipment for fighting. He had a pair of goggles that allowed him to zoom in, and gave him much better vision, and an air filter voice changing mask. He didn't want to bring too much equipment, in case it weighed him down, but he did have a knife that he hid in his belt. He wore a green hoodie that someone had trashed (seriously stop trashing perfectly good stuff), black tights and matching black combat boots. He also had a belt with his knife and a compartment where he kept his phone, some painkillers, antiseptic and a small roll of bandages in case he needed to patch himself up.

He stood up from where he was sitting on the ground, grinning. He was ready to face the world and what it was about to throw at him.

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