Disclaimer 1: BNHA does not belong to me, nor any of its characters. I don't make money from this. It is just a form of fun. The original characters are mine and I reserve the copyright;)

Disclaimer 2: I dont know English! I am using a translator to be able to bring this to the English section. I hope you do not find too serious errors. The publications are going to be slow because in principle this is a compilation of chapters published in the Spanish section. If you want it to be done by chapter, you can request it or read it in the other section.

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IMPORTANT: This is a compilation of the original story.

IMPORTANT 2: In order for everything to be more or less within the cannon times and ages, I changed several ages (dates of birth). I took a 21-year time travel so that Izuku has time to develop and because I wanted to have various characters as children. Especially a 5 year old Shigaraki Tomura

Foreword

It was a day like all of his life, since when he was four years old he was given the news of being quirkless.

The new burn wounds stung his skin, adding to a large collection. Who would say that the person responsible was a dear friend.

And yet, what hurts the most are his words. Fly like a swan against the ground, to see if he had another chance? That was the cruellest thing he had been told and he was a victim of intimidation. Izuku's heart was heavy and tears welled up in his eyes just from remembering the expression of his blond childhood friend.

It felt useless.

And not a word came out of her trembling lips to defend herself against Katsuki. He couldn't say anything, scared of his own emotions. Because for a miserable second, he thought of it as something acceptable.

No! I had a dream to be a hero! And he was going to get it.

But, without a quirk, could it make a difference? In a world full of impressive quirks, Izuku got nothing. And most importantly, did he deserve to be different?

He was just a quirkless boy. It wasn't impressive, it was simple and talented. He couldn't have high notes either, or Kakchan would rage, burning even more skin with his bangs.

He was a coward, worthless. A little boy with a dream; Like a board from a shipwreck, the only thing holding him up against the relentless tide. But, the smile of All Might, who despite adversity did not stop his attempts to make a better world. that was her little hope. So he kept writing his quirk analysis. At that he raised the notebook, which presented a strange combination between burned and wet. His 'book of heroes for the future n13' had been taken by his 'friend' and ridiculed before his henchmen.

It was not fair. Someone should not have a strong quirk if he has such an abusive personality. Wasn't it his duty to help the weakest? the world was not fair.

He pulled out a pencil to draw scribbles and scratches on the worn sheets. The rough texture of the sheet, the product of forced drying after being thrown into the pond, made it difficult to trace smoothly. Frustrated, he wrote the question he had for years in his soul with a thick outline. 'Could he be a hero, even if he didn't have a quik? Was there a possibility? '

She sighed with tears on her cheeks. Was it worth so much effort to keep his hope burning? The whole world was against him. No one took it seriously. Even the school counselor, who occasionally called on students to guide them in their career goals. The man, upon learning of his idea to enter UA, rushed to show him office jobs or brochures to do his own business, arguing that with his 'background', he would not find better jobs, much less manage to enter the courses of heroism .

Another way of saying useless quirkless.

Izuku sighed, putting his notebook in his backpack, looking at one of the brochures: How to make your own pizzeria.

Discouraged, he closed his backpack and wiped away his tears, deciding to forget the bad day at school. He looked up at the sky with a shy smile at the corner of his lips, feeling the smell of smoke. He looked for the origin, being a few blocks from there.

A rising cloud of smoke and the sounds of a fight could be heard in the distance, causing the adrenaline to move his feet, excited to see an arrest. If there were heroes nearby, Izuku would see their quirk in action to catch the villain.

He passed under a bridge, unaware of the mud villain who was lashing out from a sewer.

Izuku's vision was deformed, by the slimy substance that was part of the villain's body.

"A new meat disguise. You are my salvation, boy."

Izuku was scared to feel his mouth being forced open, allowing the slimy material to enter his throat and pharynx. Her lungs burned from shortness of breath and despair filled her chest. 'Was this the end?' Is this how your life ended? Another useless deku in the margin of History.

In the middle of losing consciousness he feels a rumble and the cold of the wind. The rarefied smell of the sewer, smoke and earth reaches his lungs. What happened?

"Don't be afraid, because I'm here!"

"All Migth". In his eyes, black claimed the rest of the colors and his consciousness was extinguished against his will. Hero number one was there!

He didn't know how long it was, but when he woke up he was being surrounded by paramedics. Izuku was on a stretcher a few meters from an ambulance. "What happened?".

"You were in the middle of a fight with a villain. You were saved by a hero, but you didn't wake up. Now, we're headed to the hospital."

"I'm fine!"

"No boy. Your lungs don't sound good. We were told you may have sewage water residue. Which can lead to a serious infection. You are going to the hospital. Your mother was contacted."

Sighing in defeat Izuko was brought into the vehicle. Trying to keep her mind busy, she took her things, checking that everything was there.

When he opened the hero's book, he remembered everything suddenly when he saw the huge autograph occupying two pages. All might saved him! And gave him an autograph. What a thrill!. He reviewed the rest of the sheets looking for any other surprise, remaining absorbed in the last sheet that he had written shortly before the attack. And the brutal response from hero number one.

'You can not. It is dangerous to face villains without quirk. A hero risks life, I can't let you be one. Choose another profession. Police is a good choice or firefighter. If you're a fan, open a store and support the heroes. '

And then Izuku leaned back on the stretcher. Maybe he should go to the hospital, he thought. His lungs contracted in his chest and his heart stopped beating, perhaps because it broke like glass. Or maybe it was her dreams and hopes, cracked on the ambulance floor with no way to be repaired.

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Chapter 1: Old world, with new eyes.

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He was in the hospital for 24 hours until he was discharged, for observation they said.

Midoriya Inko kept looking at her son lying on the stretcher. If it weren't for the paleness on his face, nothing would be out of place.

"The doctors told me you could be out soon. In an hour. You can even eat some fruit." He held up chopped, bunny-shaped apple chunks. "Look, love. I haven't done them since you were a kid."

But Izuku did not look at them, nor did he move. "No thanks mom, I'm not hungry."

"But you must have something to eat. You might still be nervous about the attack though. Do you want to tell me about it, love?"

Izuku looked at the ceiling. "It wasn't that bad. The villain caught me off guard, I couldn't run, I tried to use myself as a disguise by killing myself and entering my body." Inko gasped in horror, but the green-haired did not stop. "I was about to pass out when I heard All Might. I don't know where he came from or what he was doing there, but he saved me." A hollow laugh came from his lips. "He even gave me an autograph. I can sell it online and make money. Can you imagine how much?" Inko was beginning to worry about her son who was clutching the sheets too tightly.

"But, you're a big fan of All Migth. Why would you sell his autograph?"

Her son turned around with his back to her. "You know mom, today I had the answer to my question, can a quirkless be a hero? All Migth was so kind to write it, even. That's why ... I'm going to look for something else." Inko couldn't hear the sobs and izuku, but she could see the shudder in his shoulders. "I should have listened to everyone before, Mom. Kacchan was always right. He was always smart."

"Love". He tried to comfort her by touching her shoulder lightly, but was shaken by Izuko himself. He did not want to be touched. Izuku. Not knowing what to do, she moved around the room reaching for her son's backpack. Curiously, he looked for the notebook that contained the autograph. It was poorly maintained, as if it came from the same hell. What happened? his son was very careful. Was it the villain's fault? Izuku's anguished gasp made her leave, to give her room.

In the corridor illuminated with cold light bulbs, they gave a sterile atmosphere. Not knowing where to go, he made his way to uncomfortable chairs. Once seated, she reviewed the notebook, smiling at her son's drawings and writings on the ways to use a quirk. The prose was fluent and interesting to read, with the diagrams of improvements in costumes and equipment being the most detailed; with fine lines and perfect shading. Like out of a design magazine.

It was until the last sheet used for analysis was reached that the heart skipped two beats.

It was horrible! What was written there contradicted everything I had read in the notebook. Indifferent to the feelings and dedication of a child. And did All Might write it?

The tears soon fell, further dirtying the leaves. Her poor son.

The next morning he arrived with Izuku ready to go home, or at least as far as his health was concerned, with no complications from the sewage to which he was exposed, were it not for the empty gaze.

Inko was talking about that day's food, the school leave that gave her a few days off, not to worry about missing classes because Katsuki would bring school work and things of that nature. Without Izuku showing real interest.

It was not his usual son, but a shell. And all because of the number one hero.

He could not in his judgment excuse All Might. With his callous words he destroyed Izuku. And what could she do? who never dared deny her son anything because of his inability to give him a quirk.

After leaving Izuku at home, he went through different bookstores looking for vocational guidance. If he couldn't be a hero, he would seek to offer him another dream with new horizons in which his child would shine. Which is why he carried so many career brochures and technical areas, hoping to steer his son in a new direction. He also bought many books to do business and start from scratch shops, restaurants, games, editorials, sewing, among other topics. He even had some books that talked about creating forums and web pages.

When he got home, he showed the green-haired boy everything, but Izuko barely read them, leaving aside the books, favoring looking at the air in his room, going out only to eat and go to the bathroom. So it was the following three days, that a visit came to the small department.

"Katsuki-kun! Welcome." He let the cheerful blond boy pass, thinking that with him, Izuku might change his temper. "Are you coming to give Izuku homework?"

"Yes, Inko-obasan. Is he in his room?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I'm not going to bother you." He saw the young man walk down the hall and enter through the closed door. He rubbed his hands together nervously. Katsuki had to help.

He patted his cheeks, thinking of offering drinks and cookies.

He ordered the things on the tray, which were ready in record time, and left. The murmurs were heard through the door and blushing from his curiosity, he put his ear close, saying it was to calm his heavy heart.

"It was about time you realized, Deku. You are not hero material. You are useless

"I know, Kacchan."

"It was a ridiculous dream. It's better if you work on something less dangerous. It's not like you can start with. Who would hire a quirkless? You can't do anything."

"You are right, Kacchan."

"Are you giving me my side? Deku idiot." The sound of an explosion and a moan was heard. "It's good that you don't cry like before. You know you deserve it."

"Yes Kacchan. Are you staying to eat?"

"No. I'm going out with some friends. Can you imagine if they found out I was with a deku like you? I would be a laughingstock at school. Say goodbye to Inko-obasan"

Inko managed to hide in her room before Katsuki rushed out. She froze even after hearing the front door close. Was he Izuku's childhood friend? That ... boy dared to say those things. For how long?

His arms and legs suddenly lost strength, ending up on the floor along with the tray.

"Mom! Are you okay?" As he left he saw Izuku approach, his apathy forgotten in favor of concern for her. "What happened? Do you feel bad?" He touched his forehead with his hand to check the temperature, the smell of burned meat being more than the red mark on his wrist that caught Inko's attention.

The stomach stirred from the sudden nausea. "Izuku! Your arm!"

"Ah?" He looked at the mark to cover it with his other hand, which showed similar, older wounds. "It's nothing. You worried me. Are you really okay?"

No, he wasn't, what had he done? When you stopped paying attention to your child, who didn't see the burns before?

Since when had she neglected her son?

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N.A: I must say that Inko's role as a character at the beginning of the series was disappointing; I felt that I was out of reality; By the time we are in the arch of the festival, she feels better worked, understanding the danger to which her son is exposed. And I loved it when she refuses to let me go to the bedrooms. There was the mother who must have been from the beginning: supporting her son's dream but with her feet on the ground. If she were more dedicated to her son's development, Izuku could have taken another path. I don't think Japan, as traditional as it is, put aside martial arts dojos and kendo. Izuku could have done something with that.

Chapter 2: Crossroads.

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The hospital leave ended, but Inko had not sent Izuku. If Katsuki-kun, her son's only friend, was able to abuse the sweet boy, who else could do it at school?

Inko was being overwhelmed by Izuku's own pain and depression. I didn't know what else to do

It took courage and one day, he asked the bank for a loan thinking of tempting Izuku with it. Get him out of his depression with another form of study. Without realizing that she was being followed by a man with a cloudy look.

Glad, he returned to the small apartment. A thousand ideas fluttering in his head.

"Izuku! Come on, the world doesn't end if you're not a hero. Let's find something else!" He said opening the door to Izuku's room. With energy he opened the curtains and began to order. Being watched by a less apathetic green-haired.

"Mom. I'm fine. I just have to think differently than I have done all my life."

"No. On the contrary, you must stay the same." With her son's confused gaze, Inko continued, as she picked up the duvet to change it. "It is not you who must change, it is the way you do it. Do you want to be a hero?"

Infected by Inko's effervescence, Izuku screamed. "Always! Like All Might. That saves everyone with a smile."

"Then do it. Don't let them tell you that you can't. If you don't have the strength of All Might or the flames of Endeavor, find your own way. A hero is one who helps people. And the best, works for that the community feels confident that everything will be fine, that whatever happens they will succeed. " Inko looked her son in the eye. A hero who does not stay to see if you are okay, after a dangerous attack by a villain; a man who does not care about your feelings and leaves those words written does not deserve your admiration. Because he is not a hero".

"Mother". Izuku was crying with emotion.

Inko reached out to hug him. "Come on Izuku. You can be great. Not as they thought. If you want to help people, there must be another way." He breathed in the scent of curly hair, greener than his own. "You can search for courses online or in person. If you don't want to continue in school, we can hire a tutor."

"But, we don't have money for that. Dad hasn't answered the messages. He could be incommunicado for a while."

"I borrowed from the bank today. We have more than enough. We can even open a small store!"

Izuku squeezed her mother tighter, feeling the heat, the hope. "Thanks mom, you're the best." They hugged each other crying, sharing a magical moment

"Come eat, I made your favorite."

"Katsudon!" Izukuo saw her mother leave the room, and her smile fell.

He didn't want to bother her anymore. She even borrowed money, wanting him to make his way. He would have to try not to worry her more. Hitting his cheeks he encouraged to eat

He changed his clothes and with a new disposition went towards the kitchen. Freezing after opening the door.

The pot of food on the fire and the table set for eating, contrasting violently with the huge man who trapped his mother against the counter.

With the pulsations accelerating in milliseconds and the fresh memory of the villain of mud, the initial paralysis of fear was cut off, beginning to see everything in slow motion. "Leave her!". He took a vase and hit the assailant on the head, who being taken by surprise released Inko, falling to the ground.

Izuku, even with altered perception, took another object to throw, being the wooden chair. He almost hates to see the splinters of the chair fly after breaking over the stranger.

But the huge man was not affected after activating his quirk, which gave him an increase in muscle mass, receiving the blow as if nothing

"Look, a daring boy." Izuku saw the glass eye, the main physical feature of the villain's face, terrified; according to the psycho look of the normal eye and the toothy smile.

He was going to die, that was the only thought in Izuku's head. He did not die with the mud villain and fate brought him to finish the job.

Her mother's groan on the floor put the gears to work. She was not going to die, leaving her mother defenseless!

He quickly checked the appearance of the energetic in front, who hardly fit in the small kitchen. Taller than Izuku. His figure was pure muscle, minus his head.

Determined to defend himself, he took the pot of soup and threw the contents at the blonde head. The villain yelled wildly at being burned.

Without wasting time observing the result, Izuku leaped leaning on the counter, to hit the head with the saucepan, deforming the metal. The man drew back, bumping his legs over the table in his confusion.

Thinking of another idea and a thousand adrenaline, he threw the tablecloth to cover the visual of the villain who was slapping, trying to reach him despite not being able to see him.

He climbed onto the table and continued hitting the blind villain with the saucepan.

So immersed was he in his attack, that he didn't notice the villain's arm that fell on him. He was hit hard, falling against a cabinet with stored appliances. But Izuku did not stay still, but returned with a beater cord; hooked it on the neck of the villain, who was waiting to remove the annoying tablecloth, with a choke knot. She ignored the confused and scared movements of the man trying to break free. He stood on his back and using his body as a counterweight, he pulled hard, hanging with just the balls of his feet touching the floor.

He pulled without thinking about the consequences or the future. He pulled with all the despair of years, of feeling useless and belittled. He pulled even after the villain fell to his knees in the struggle, trying to breathe, allowing his feet to rest on the ground and change his posture. He pulled even harder, until he felt no movement from the man. Whose quirk was deactivated, leaving a grown man with a horrified gesture still on his knees in the pottery.

For his part, Izuku trembled full of adrenaline with his hands numb from the grip of the cord he still held.

He released the choke cable, letting the villain's body spread aside.

And Izuku saw his work, not knowing what to think

The kitchen was a mess and the noises outside the small apartment picked up in the green-eyed: the refrigerator buzzing or the leaky faucet in the bathroom. Otherwise, the place was silent. The fatigue reached him suddenly, forcing him to blink so as not to collapse.

A door slam from some deputy department brought him out of his lethargy, to look for his mother. She was out of the kitchen with the phone in her hand. And a path of blood behind her

"Mother!". To Izuku's horror, a lot of blood was leaking from the large wound in his mother's stomach.

"My Izuku. My baby. You were quite a hero in there." Inko raised her hand to touch the freckled cheek.

Izuku tried to cover the wound in his mother's belly with the forgotten tablecloth, but Inko had been bleeding for a long time. The villain attacked her with a knife when he saw her in the kitchen, demanding the money, more than twenty minutes ago.

"My baby. You were always the light of my life. Don't let anything extinguish it." Her eyes were closing.

"Mom, no. You can't ... No! Please."

She was smiling. "The police are on the way. You'll be fine. I trust you."

Izuko hugged her mother with all her might, knowing that it would be the last time.

That's how he was found by the police, fifteen minutes later.

He was at the police station, in an interrogation room. Apparently, he had done something incredible, besides attacking a man three times his size, and therefore they did not believe his story.

They were waiting for a detective to take over the investigation. Leaving Izuku alone in the room.

Not knowing how much time passed, Izuku entertained himself counting the stains on the wall, until the detective in a brown jacket and hat entered with two cups of disposable coffee in his hands. "Hello young Midoriya. My name is Tsukauchi Naomasa and I will be in charge of the interrogation and investigation."

Izuku nodded without touching the offered drink. He remembered something about a confession swallowing water, or something like that. Where did you hear it? A manga, an anime? (1)

"Tell me, young Midoriya, what happened?" Izuku wrote the documents down on the table. "That is what my colleagues wrote. I want your version."

"My ... mom was in the kitchen. I was in my room, about to follow her for dinner. Upon entering, the villain was on my mom. I reacted by throwing things. The villain used his quirk. I, the pot with boiling soup. Then I attacked him with the pot. I covered his view with a tablecloth and continued attacking. He threw me aside and took the mixer, to strangle him with the cord. After knocking him unconscious, I went to see Mom. She ... was bleeding a lot. No I noticed at first. She had been… stabbed. She… she… " The voice was cut off by sobs.

"It's okay". Naomasa stopped him. "Thanks for your effort, telling me everything." He reviewed the papers. "Did you know the man?" Izukuo shook his head in denial. "Has your mother ever said the name Muscular or ...?"

"She didn't know him. Neither did I."

Tsukauchi-san wrote something else down on the papers.

"What do you think was the reason for his… intrusion into your house?"

"Money. My mom applied for a loan today. For my ... education. We were going to decide my career. My first option is not ... it was feasible."

Tsukauchi-san writes down more things, bristling Izuku's frayed nerves. He put the pencil down on the table and clasped his hands together with his fingers. "Young Midoriya, I'll be honest. We don't know what to do with you. The villain who attacked you had a high profile, being wanted for robbery with violence and murder, including heroes. And you, killed him." Izuku took a deep breath, hadn't he been knocked unconscious? Was he a murderer now? "You are not in legal trouble." Tsukauchi-san said, trying to calm him down. "Because you were attacked. Even if 'self-defense' doesn't exonerate you from murder, your status as quirkless does."

Trying to breathe despite the lump in his throat, he asks. "Why won't they let me go?"

"Because nobody believed that you did. They think it was a fight between villains or some vigilante. That they entered your house and that, for some reason, you are protecting them."

"No one else was there." Izuku clasped his hands on his lap. "We were alone. Mama wouldn't be dead, if someone else was fighting that guy when he came in!"

"I believe you, Midoriya-kun." He approached with a kind face. "I think you defended yourself and your mother"

Izuku raised his head to analyze Tsukauchi-san. "Don't believe me. But your quirk." The detective jumped. "Some power over lies I suppose." He lowered his eyes to the table surface, not noticing the man's astonished gaze. "So they waited for you to arrive." He moved his feet on the ceramic floor. "Can I go now? I ... have to go home." Tears ran relentlessly down her cheeks.

Tsukauchi-san coughed a few times. "Do you have another place to go?" Izuku denied. "I'll leave you my phone number, in case you need help." He held out a card.

The code before the numbers was an old one, tearfully catching the eye of the green-green. "It is an old number."

Tsukauchi-san laughed somewhat uncomfortably. "It is my usual number. I have it since I joined the body, being a police officer. Many informants and friends have this number, so I do not change it.

Izuku nodded, putting the card in his pants pocket. Something shaky rose.

"He took you in my car!" He jumped out of his own seat, almost forgetting the papers. "Wait for me in the hall, I put this down and we're off."

Izuko barely heard him. In fact, he barely noticed everything going on around him. His head was like blocked. She didn't feel heavy or wrapped in cotton, just blocked.

I didn't want to think, I didn't want to know anything. Maybe that way I can spend that night like a nightmare. One that can wake up in the morning.

At some point Tsukauchi-san left him at the apartment. Some babbling to convince him, Izuku must have said, because the detective left, leaving him alone in front of that place

Izuku entered the room ignoring the mess and the smell of metal floating in the air. He reached the door of his room and I hesitate to enter. He turned to face another door.

He entered like a thief without making noise or turning on the light. He lay down on the bed without changing

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(1) Detective Conan. Detective Sato says so

N.A:Hello again. at last! You will say, the promise of time travel is fulfilled!

Anyway. next chapter: kurogiri and Naomasa. 21 years in the past!

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