Izuku sat in his room with his head stuffed into his curled up knees. He sniffled as he thought about the way his dream was crushed in a matter of minutes hours earlier. He looked up from his knees and at one of the many All Might posters hanging from his walls. He studied the hero as he flexed and smiled, something Midoriya had not done in a while. The boy tried to imitate the hero's signature expression, but his came out shaky. His lips wiggled and his teeth clamored. He continued to weep and began to rock on his mattress. The navy blue and rose bedroom suit wrinkled under his bottom. Izuku tried to keep the tears flowing, but they finally dried up, he was all out.

Izuku was a young boy, and his dream was already crushed. Adults were suppose to tell children they could do anything, not give them a unhealthy helping of the real world so soon. The boy was trying to wrap his mind around what he was told, but he couldn't figure it out. Why was a powerful quirk a bad thing ? That was the question bouncing around in his youthful mind. It didn't make sense to him that he was too powerful to be a hero. He never expected achieving his dream to be easy, if that was the case then everyone in Japan would have been one.

.....

The next day was hard for him, it took all of his willpower to get out of bed. The sheets were snug against his small frame and he felt warm. There wasn't a worry in the world as he spent the night smiling as he dreamt of a heroic future next to All Might, however it had to end eventually.

"I am here ! I am here ! I am here !" That was what Izuku's rectangular All Might alarm clock proclaimed. The boy's smile turned into something much different. He scrunched his face in annoyance as he was washed away from his dream world and his eyes shot open. The green jewels glowed in the dark like a bright night light. At first Izuku wanted to stay in bed and drift back to sleep. Return to the fantasy world that was on replay in his mind and not think about the low blow reality served to him yesterday, but something wouldn't let him do that. He felt queasy as the idea of surrendering began to swirl around in his brain."I am here ! I am here ! I am here !" The alarm clock on Izuku's nightstand was still blaring obnoxiously loud.

He popped his covers into the air and they fell off of the bed and touched the boy's white carpet. Izuku turned his head and looked at the figurine of All Might standing on his cheap alarm clock. The man had both of his strong arms resting on his hips and his hair was strung in the air magically like it always was. The hero had a way of defying the expectations of reality. As Izuku scanned the clock with watery eyes he remembered why he had to get out of bed. All Might was a hero that poured his soul into protecting people and would always get up, no matter how bloodied he was or if lady death seemed to be creeping up on him. Izuku may have been told he couldn't be a hero, but that didn't mean he giving it a try was out of the equation. He didn't care how slim the chances were, he just wanted people to see him and smile because he was there for them no matter what.

The boy rolled of of his bed and fell onto the floor belly first. He let out a gasp as the wind was knocked out of him and laid on the floor for seconds before standing up. He let the clock spout its phrase one last time before he placed a finger over it's bright red button that read: off. The clock shut off the dim green light that displayed the time slowly faded away. He had somehow managed to wake up on time despite his somber mood. Izuku let out a reluctant huff before wandering towards his closet. The boy pulled apart the two red doors that his simple attire hid behind. He looked at each shirt with half-hearted eyes and stood on the tips of his toes. He grabbed onto the bottom of the apple colored shirt and tugged on it. He wrestled it off of its hanger and pulled the top over his head. For some reason he played with his hair afterwards as if that would take a hold of the messy forest that was his head. Izuku opened his drawer and slipped one a pair of berry cargo shorts that fell inches below his knees. The boy was about the leave his room until he spotted his worn shoes resting by his bed. The boy grabbed the hightops and slipped his small feet into them.

.....

Izuku walked out of his room and was greeted by the sight of his mother sitting on the couch. The woman was curled up and her cheeks were stained with tears. Used tissues layered the coffee table next to her and a modest lamp dimly lit the living room. The woman ran her hands along the face and tried her best to wipe away the evidence of her sorrow."I-Izuku ! You're awake."

His eyes hanged low as he tried to avoid his mother's sad gaze."I have school Mommy."

Inko leaned forward and placed a hand over her thin lips."You don't have to go today, if you don't want to. Maybe staying home could get your mind off of some stuff ?"

Izuku dragged his foot against the hardwood floor."School will help me I think. Seeing Kacchan will help me out a lot."

"A-Are you sure ? I can call out of work today and we can go somewhere if you want," suggested Inko. She was trying everything she could to numb her son's pain."I heard that there was a new All Mi-I-I'm so sorry Izuku, you probably don't want to think about heroes right now."

He looked up at his mother and began to cry."I-I'm fine, really. Just because he doesn't think I can't be a hero doesn't mean I won't. If I work hard enough anything is possible right ?"

"I don't know Izuku !" Her yell died down into a whisper."I don't know."

.....

Izuku sat quietly in the back of the room and rested his head on the round table. He had been unusually timid even for himself. There was an uneasy feeling in Izuku's gut as his childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo shot him glares. Bakugo was the opposite of Izuku in many ways, but that's why Midoriya always thought their dynamic worked so well. Katsuki was blunt, honest, and even a little violent. He would constantly spout about his greatness, while Izuku kept his inner thoughts to himself. As Izuku questioned why his friend would have been upset with him he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He lifted his head up and turned to face the source, unsure of who to expect.

Behind him stood a young woman. She was in her mid-twenties and gave the boy a worried look. Her mahogany eyes were concerned for him and she puffed out her chubby cheeks for his sake."Are you okay Midoriya ?"

Izuku had never been one to unload his problems on other."Uhh y-yes, yes Ms. Hikashi, I'm doing well."

A frown formed on her face."Are you sure ? You have been oddly silent, even for yourself."

Izuku lied,"I-I just have a t-tummy ache."

"Oh dear, do you need to see the nurse ? I could send you down there and contact your mother."

"I'm fine Ms. Hikashi, really I am."

The woman placed a hand on Izuku's head and ruffled his hair."Hmm, well the other kids are outside right now, but if you don't want to you can stay in here, or go outside and get some sun."

.....

Izuku stood outside in the grassy field and paced around endlessly. He was in search of Bakugo and the normal gang he played with, but he couldn't seem to find them. He continued to ramble for minutes until he finally found the boy he was looking for. Bakugo sat on a swing set alone and stared at Midoryia just as he was earlier. The green-haired boy took a nervous gulp.

Katsuki's short legs rose and fell with the swing and his magma like eyes never left Izuku. They followed him closely as he slowly approached Bakugo. Katsuki's spiky blond hair fought against the wind and his hands sent small explosions against the swing's chains. The nervousness that Izuku felt had amplified to fear."Kacchan !", called out Izuku as he reached the boy. The blond angrily showed his teeth to Midoriya."Kacchan !"

Bakugo snapped,"Shut up Deku !"

Izuku stopped in his tracks and fumbled with his words."D-De-Deku ?"

"Deku, it's someone that is useless."

Izuku threw his hands into the air in bewilderment. What did I do to Kacchan ? "U-Useless, t-that's not nice."

"Yeah useless ! You're useless because you finally get a quirk and think you're better than me. You got lucky with that shock Deku; you're never going to get me with that again ! You can't even control it, how are you going to be a hero with that !" Izuku was speechless and couldn't muster a response."Exactly, you can't ! Go bother someone else, because I'm not going to let you hold me back !"

Izuku dropped his head and began to stare at the woodchips below his feet. This was supposed to be his escape from reality not a reminder. He clenched his fist in and tears began to stream down his freckled cheeks. Katsuki rolled his furious eyes,"Oh, and now you're pitching a fit like a little baby."

"Shut up !"

Bakugo looked at Izuku curiously. Usually no matter what the boy would keep quiet, but something about him was different. The outburst from Izuku was followed up with sparks of emerald lighting crackling off of his skin and his eyes glowing a bright green."Shut Up ! Shut Up ! Shut Up ! " The lighting outlining Izuku's body began to grow brighter by the second as his emotions flared.

"Or what Deku ! Are you going to use the quirk you can't control !"

"Shut up, I'm tired of it ! Everyone wants to tell me Izuku this, Izuku that, but never you can do it ! I'm tired of it, if you don't have anything nice to say keep it to yourself !" After Izuku's last word a bolt of green shot from him and hit the boy on the swing set in the chest.

Katsuki was sent flying from the playground and flew into a chain link fence. The metal caved in under his weight at first and bounced him onto the ground. The small boy groaned in pain for a moment, but his sign of weakness didn't last long, he wouldn't give Izuku such a pleasure. He shot up from the ground and small explosions popped from his hands as he ran at Midoryia . Before he could make it to the boy he had passed out and a runny stream of crimson trailed down his nose."

.....

Inko felt terribly as she walked with Izuku out of the daycare. Wads of tissue was stuffed up his nostrils and his head ached. She keep a soothing hand on her son's back as they walked and felt tears of her own build up as she saw Izuku's damp cheeks. She tried to keep her breathing steady and not give her son a sign of her inner turmoil. She opened the door for the boy and he reluctantly climbed into the car. His green eyes drooped to the floor as he buckled himself and sank into the car's seat. His mother sat down on the driver's side and let out a quiet groan as she slammed her face into her hands. She tired to keep her weeping low, however the slight hum was still audible to her son.

Izuku looked up from the grey mat of the car and spotted his mother out the corner of the car's rear view mirror. He looked at his mother as she silently cried. He mumbled,"I'm sorry."

Inko pulled her head up and looked at her son in the mirror. She could see the guilty look on the boy's face and her heart turned to stone. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to soothe the boy."I-Izuku, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I-I keep on making you sad, and I'm not trying to." He bawled,"I want to help people not hurt them !"

The woman turned and leaned into the back of the car. She placed a hand on her son's face and wiped away his tears. The boy looked at her and both of their watery glistened from the sunlight peeking through the windows."You haven't hurt anyone sweetie."

"Yes I have. You've been sad ever since the doctor told you I'm dangerous, and then I hurt Kacchan today, he doesn't even want to be my friend anymore. I keep on hurting everyone around me, and I can't stop it !"

"W-We'll get you through this, I promise you that sweetie. I'll get you help, no matter what we will make sure you can control this. I-I don't know about being a hero, but as your mother it is my job to make sure you can live a long, happy life. That will always be the first priority for my baby boy."

.....

The man walked down the cold corridor and rubbed his hands together. Small red sparks jumped between them as he walked and a sinister smile was etched across his face. The sounds of groans echoed throughout the dimly lit hall, but the man never batted a single eye to them. His boots banged against the ground, but were overpowered by the echo of tin cups banging against iron bars.

The man's hair was a ghostly white, except for the red tips that colored it's ends. The locks fell onto his brow and rested above his thin, eyebrows. The white's hairs paired with the man's crimson eyes to make a terrifying combo. He came to an end as he reached the hallway and placed his hand on a handless, rusting door. The same red sparks from earlier popped from his fingertips like a firework show and faded into the door. The rust that layered the door disintegrated from the quirk's unrivaled power and gears inside of it began to turn slowly.

Click

The ton of metal roared as it slowly skidded across the concrete floor. The sound was cringe inducing and if he hadn't heard it a thousand times maybe he would've had an reaction to it.

The room the door led to was nearly pitch black besides a single light that hung low and swayed. The bulb inside of it flicker, but as the man walked under it with crimson sparks bouncing off of his skin it finally died. The man halted as he came to the end of the prison where a man was chained to a wall. His head was covered with a black bag and his body was pelted with bruises and cuts. The man gazed a the sliver of white peeking from the man's side and felt a sense of pride in his work. He spoke slowly to make sure his prisoner wouldn't get lost."How long has it been now ?" The man chained to the wall muttered something, but it was inaudible."How long has it been now ?"

This time the imprisoned man spoke loud enough for both of them to hear."Four years, eight months, three weeks, two days, and seven hours."

"And you still have something left in that tank of yours." He walked towards the man chained to the wall and placed a hand in the center of the bag covering the man's head. His red spark swirled as green lighting began to come from the prisoner and enter the manic's veins. The very few wrinkles that did show signs of weathering on the man's face faded away into skin smooth to the touch.

A sinister smile tugged at his cheeks as the man he finished toying with slumped forward unconscious."It's a shame that reservoir of yours is drying up."