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In one universe, Midoriya Izuku didn’t have a quirk. In another universe, Midoriya Izuku was called a ‘Deku.’ He was called worthless and degraded to the point of considering suicide. In a different universe, he was given a powerful quirk by his personal idol and the number one hero, All Might. Because of this quirk, he makes friends and overcomes all the problems standing in his way, rising to become the new number one hero once All Might steps down. The problem is that this isn’t that story. This story takes place in a universe where Midoriya Izuku has a quirk that, instead of labeling him as useless and a ‘Deku,” he is labeled a villain with no hope of rising up in the world. This is his story.
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Midoriya Izuku was a happy child until his quirk came in. He had a best friend who he was going to be a hero with! Even if he was always the villain when they played hero and villain together, it was only fair because Kacchan was going to be the leader of their hero duo anyway! The big plan was to bring justice to all the villains in Japan and be the greatest heroes in all the world.
That plan got a tad strained when Kacchan got his quirk, Explosions. It was fine, but Izuku’s best friend slowly got a bit of a superiority complex. Referring to everyone but Izuku as extras shouldn’t have increased his popularity among the other children they interacted with, but against all odds, his attitude was only worsened by the other children.
As time went on, Izuku was slowly left behind. His mother took him to a quirk doctor, but the only information that could be taken from him was that Izuku did have a quirk, it was just currently dormant. The day his quirk finally came in… Well you’ll just have to see.
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Izuku smiled brightly at Kacchan, despite the eye roll he got in response. “Kacchan!” He exclaimed. “I’m so happy that I caught up to you! Do you want to go play Heroes together? Or head to your house and get a popsicle? Or- or maybe go to my home and watch All Might videos! Or-”
Bakugou Katsuki, or more commonly known as Kacchan to a certain Midoriya, cut in off with a scoff. “Why would I hang out with you when I could hang out with people who actually have quirks?”
Izuku’s eyes filled with tears. “Bu- but Kacchan.” He took a deep breath to try to force back the tears but he was unsuccessful and they started to well out of his eyes. “I do too ha- have a quirk! Th- the doctor said that it was just do- dormant!”
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed and he rolled his eyes so far back into his head that Izuku was minorly concerned that they would be stuck like that and all that Kacchan would ever be able to see ever again would be the back of his head. “You can’t possibly believe that your quirk could be anything useful, do you?” He shook his head turning away, his posse following him and snickering into their hands. Or claws. There was one child in the group with some sort of crab quirk that granted him claws, a shell, and reddish tinted skin. But he didn’t matter anyway.
The moment Bakugou turned his back, he paused, his eyes filling with horror. He pulled his hand out of his sweatshirt pocket and along with it came a small metal pen. His hand was soaked in blood. Bakugou spun around quickly, staring at Izuku in panic. “Wha- what are you doing?” he exclaimed. “Stop it!” As he cried out with trace amounts of hysteria, he threw the offending object on the ground where it bounced a few times and then laid still. The pen would have looked innocent enough except for the growing pool of blood surrounding it.
Throughout this brief exchange, Izuku had begun to have a severe headache and by the time Bakugou had turned back around he was on the ground, clutching his head in agony. He looked up, squinting through the pain, at Kacchan’s shouts and started to panic as well at the sight of blood in front of him.
“No,” he muttered to himself. “This can’t be my quirk. I’m supposed to have a hero’s quirk. Why is there blood coming out of the pen? I can’t control it, so maybe it’s someone else’s quirk?” In shock at all that was happening, he reached out to touch the blood. Blocking out the shrieks of terror from the other children, he made contact with the bright red substance and then stiffened. The blood rushed up along his finger, traveling up his arm and forming spikes as it went.
He sat there staring at the crystalized blood on his arm as a commotion started around him. He could vaguely hear Kacchan’s shouting and then sirens and then an authoritative voice telling everyone to calm down, but it was mainly blocked out by the blood rushing in his head, which drowned out most everything. From what he could hear, he was slightly confused but not enough to break him from his trance.
Why would anyone talk about being more calm? Izuku wondered. He felt more calm than he had in a very long time, which was really saying something considering his arm was currenting covered in blood up to a little bit above his elbow. It was just so pointy and shiny. The way it coated his arm almost instantly and gave it the appearance of some rare sort of geode filled the young child with a sense of awe and wonder. He almost broke out of his obsessive concentration on his arm when someone gently shook him and, after a few minutes of Izuku not responding, eventually picked him up and carefully lowered him down onto a stretcher and brought him into an ambulance.
All he could do was sit there, staring at his arm as the vehicle carried him away to a hospital. Thankfully, Midoriya Inko happened to work as a nurse at this specific hospital and was notified as soon as her son was wheeled into the building. Even her wailing shrieks weren’t enough to bring the young child out of his shock induced trance and he continued not to move until someone with a quick specifically used to bring people out of shock came.