Don't Own MHA or even the power, Only The Oc

'thought'

"Speech"

"Powerful Creatures Speaking, such a buff-might"

"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."

A long time ago, the first quirks appeared... a baby was born as a glowstick and everyone was happy with super powers. The end.

I bet you've heard that story more times than you can count, hm? I know I have... in fanfic form no less!

You see, this actually isn't my first time 'around'.

By that, I mean, Isekai...

Not as fun as it sounds... I met god, and asked to be reborn into this world, yes, he even granted me a power!

I thought it was going to be 'oh fun! I get this AND a quirk?! Awesome!'

I'm quirkless.

…

Yep. But I'm not all that torn up about it... I could technically get a quirk from... other sources... but what really sucked is that my family were 'quirk elitists' who kicked me out the second it was revealed I have an extra toe joint in my foot.

Right at the ripe old age of four.

Those fucking idiots kicked a four-year-old out into the street! Like what fucking assholes!

If I was a normal child, I would have long-since died... but luckily... I'm not normal, am I?

I tilt my head to the left.

*RATATATATATATA*

A bullet fired from an assault rifle flies past my ear as a man unloads it into the crowded mall.

It has been a long time since then... about ten years? If I had to guess, I'm at about when Canon starts... so that's nice... I don't think I'll be getting an entry into UA however...

I continue my bored walk as people panic, rushing in all directions in blind terror, I weave around the people as they rush past, my blue hoodie stained and dirty, my white hair could probably use a good wash as well.

I blink as I notice I now have a wallet in my hand.

'ooooh naughty, naughty, body.'

Reach in and pull out the yen bills then simply drop it as I continue my walk towards the nearest Mcdonalds.

'oh wait... there was that villain... so they probably won't take my order... shit.'

Ah yes, Ryota Yuuki... a teen with unlimited power at his fingertips, yet struggles to feed himself daily.

I move through the rushing crowd, making my way to the front entrance of the mall, then I simply walk out into the city, ignoring the tragedy in my wake.

"ALRIGHT KID! GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!"

I blink to the shark-headed man who holds a dinky pistol in his hands... well, actually, it's the size of a regular pistol, but he is like nine feet tall and built like all might.

"Bitch, I am a quirkless hobo... do you really think I have any money?"

He apparently doesn't appreciate the sass, as there is now a baby blue colored fist rocketing towards my face, I tilt my head ever so slightly to the left, allowing the fist to soar past, just barely scraping my cheek, and smash into the brick wall behind me, sending chunks of rock and pestle raining down on me.

I stare at him with a half-lidded expression, boredly glaring with my silver eyes.

My hand reaches out and slaps the side of the pistol, causing it to discharge into the wall beside me, then I bring my hand up to his stomach, index and middle finger extended, looking sort of like a pistol.

My fist blurs forwards as my fingers curl inwards.

*CRACK*

There's a ripple in his flesh as my punch connects, causing him to hunch over and spit onto the nearby wall... then promptly get smashed into the other wall of the alley right behind him with a small crunch as the bricks dent inwards.

I sigh and shake my head.

I could absolutely be a hero, but I'm not sure it's what I want...

I turn and walk out of the alleyway, then through another.

I'd be judged for being quirkless, All Might would probably think I have connections to all for one, and, really, it just sounds like a massive mess that I don't want to deal with... being obligated to save people sounds pretty annoying as well.

This place is seedy as hell... I've already been mugged six times... I wonder what the hell the heroes here are even doing.

"You will die to bring about the new era false hero."

'I'm not walking around.'

I turn the corner of the Alleyway and see a man with messy and filthy black hair, white bandage wrapped around his eyes, and combat armor across his body, he has boots with spikes on them, dozens of knives strapped across his body, and a chipped katana which looks like it has seen much better days.

He raises a knife above the paralyzed hero, it looks to be a girl of some sort, ah that doesn't matter, really.

I walk past causing him to notice me.

There is an awkward moment as I stare him down as I continue past.

"Before you ask. I am a master at minding my own business. Besides, what would a quirkless hobo do against a villain?"

My hand raises up and catches a knife inches from my jugular.

"Hey." I frown. "That was mean."

Hero killer Stain himself glares at me as he plunges his knife down towards the hero.

*CLANK*

The stab is deflected as I fling his own knife into the side of it, his knife embedding itself into the concrete an inch to the side of the woman's throat.

He suddenly leaps back, allowing my fist to crash into his open side, causing him to gag, some spittle splattering onto the floor, he nearly trips backwards as his feet return to the floor.

He brings a hand up to his side with a small grimace.

"Shame. Now I have to get involved." I sigh. "Couldn't you just let me walk past? Ugh now I have to deal with all this nonsense."

I fold my hands behind my head and let out another dramatic sigh.

He snarls. "I despise people like you. Those who willingly look the other way while injustices are being committed."

"I never said I was willing to. Just that it wasn't my problem." I shrug. "Why should it fall to the quirkless to save those with quirks? I thought I was useless. Society seems to think so."

He frowns. "You... are quirkless?! That can't be right..."

"Shame to say it is, buddy." I scoff. "I was tossed out into the streets at the age of four, purely because I had an extra joint in my foot. Life's unfair. I dreamt of becoming the first quirkless hero at one point, you know, but society just kept kicking me down, refusing to even give me a chance... so if society doesn't want me to help? I'll just be an impassive little shit and observe from the sidelines."

I slip my hands into my pockets. "But I suppose you are right in some cases... maybe I should stick my nose into what I'm not supposed to... after all, what better way to spite heroes than to make them watch as a worthless quirkless does their job better than they ever could."

I dash forwards, twisting out of the way of his katana slash before he even draws the blade, my knee comes up and smacks into the grip, sending it flying through the air as my hand curves up, freeing itself from my pocket and landing a whip-like flick under his chin, snapping his head upwards.

He doesn't see it coming with I extend my knee and kick him right in the chest, sending him skidding back, off balance.

I weave my body through several thrown knives. "You know, I've always wondered why society put down quirk less people... if you really think about it-"

Stain blurs forwards and attempts to behead me with a knife, but I pivot around him, just barely avoiding the blade as I step past him, my shin crashes into the back of his knee and bends it forwards.

My hand slips up and grabs his hair, pulling his head back as I land a kick right to his lower back.

I tug him past and hop away as he slashes a knife at me in his offhand.

He throws it, causing it to thunk into the wall beside my head, I don't even flinch at it. "As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted... your quirk is that you can paralyze people... or I think... at least it doesn't appear to be any sort of strength or speed enhancement, yet here you are, moving faster than most 'normal' people can see. You are basically quirkless when it comes to physical abilities... yet you could probably hold your own against a person with a strength and speed enhancement quirk."

He wipes his mouth, glancing down at his hand to reveal blood.

"this hero society is bullshit that's what it is." I snarl. "These people say that you need a quirk to be successful, yet, here we are, a quirkless boy and a man with a paralysis quirk. Each physically stronger than they have any right to be."

"Anyone can be a hero. It doesn't matter if they are quirkless or not, have a weak quirk, or a powerful quirk."

Stain smiles slightly. "Now... you are talking like a real hero, brat... maybe I misjudged you... maybe you just see my mission as what it is, removing those tainted bastards from the hero system... I'll accept doing good deeds out of spite over doing it for money."

"Oh, don't misunderstand, I'd absolutely do it for the money, but that's probably just the homelessness talking. If I had a stable income and could actually feed myself regularly, who knows~"

"But all I know is that even if some heroes are scum, they still have people who love them, perhaps a wife, children, maybe family, and what you are doing is just feeding into an endless loop of revenge and loathing."

"I'll do what I must to fix the corrupt system." Stain states with a snarl on his face. "Nothing can stand in my way."

"I suppose I should tell you I'm stalling then."

He pauses.

"What? Your paralysis quirk can't last forever can it?"

In the brief inner turmoil, I clear the eight or so feet in between us and slam my fist into his gut hard enough to lift him off the ground, then I land a roundhouse kick to his side.

I increase my speed and meet him before his momentum stops and clothesline him, then with a small spin, my hands are just a blur as they repeatedly smash into his torso, an elbow to the cheek here, a knee to the elbow there, a foot to the kneecap way over there, then a final roundhouse kick to the temple and he laying in a crumpled heap at my feet.

I flip him off. "Bitch."

I turn and walk away, abruptly stepping to the side as I do so, avoiding a final hurled knife that clatters to the floor.

I hum to myself as I walk away. "They thought they were oh so clever when they brutalized the beast~ But when his vengeance is at hand He'll have a bloody feast-"

Pov: ?

"Bitch."

*Drip*

"They thought they were so-"

*Drip*

The sound of a boy humming as he walks off screen is all that is heard in a dark apartment, well, if you didn't count the quiet dripping noise.

"Haaah." A girl sighs in bliss. "Badass~"

A certain blond stares at the laptop screen, a red blush crossing her face as she rewinds the video to the utter beatdown the hooded teen unleashed upon Stain.

She had already touched herself to this video, so she shouldn't do that again... maybe in a little while~

"I can't believe Stainy lost to someone! And he said he was quirkless? I-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-I-n-g~"

She hadn't been oblivious to the potential of the human body, as she is a prime example... the capability to move much faster than she should with a quirk that doesn't assist in any way.

"Hnnn! I want to become him! B-but I don't know his face! How can I become him if I don't know his face?!"

She could always start wearing a blue hoodie...

She looks to the left towards a pale figure. "What do you think, corpse-chan?"

Blood continues to drip onto the floor from the man's slit throat.

"A valid question indeed." The girl nods. "His life sucks. He said he was quirkless, homeless, and society thinks he is worthless... maybe we could be friends!"

*Drip*

The girl nods sagely. "You are right. At the very least, even if he doesn't want to be friends, I should find him, sex him, then become him... that way he might not feel too bad about the whole me killing him thing!"

*Drip*

"Yeah! I'll go get that hoodie! Y-you wouldn't care about me using your money, r-right?"

*Drip*

"ALRIIIIGHT!" The girl cheers as she hops up.

*This is where I stopped writing*

This was the third idea I had, once more never really took off beyond this, but it seems like an interesting story, so I might write it one day... but I definitely have higher priorities like chapter 2 and 9... maybe 11 and 12 as well.

See you all whenever I decide to update this again~