Izuku Midoriya. You've probably heard of him. If you haven't, you probably wouldn't be reading this story. Before we begin, I will make you a promise. I promise to tell this story in the simplest way I possibly can, without giving any biased opinion whatsoever. It is none of my business what choices the people in this story made or what actions they carried out. My job is simply to explain it to you, reader, in the plainest truth I can possibly tell it.

Anyways, where were we? Ah, yes. Izuku Midoriya. Age: fifteen. Favorite food: Katsudon. Quirk: Superpower.

That is, as far as we know, anyways.

Allow me to explain. You are well aware that in the more popular story of Midoriya's origin that he was, in fact, Quirkless. This is the truth. He was without a quirk. However, he wasn't without a father.

 At the time, our hero's mother and father were having domestic troubles. The specifics are none of our concern at the moment, but basically, he was never around. Having heard that his only child was Quirkless, he decided that this was unacceptable and he had to do something about it. So, he kidnapped his own child, at the tender age of four. Then, his father had taken him to a man. This man promised to fix all of Izuku's problems. The child was experimented on for weeks before he was finally declared acceptable. Izuku was then returned to his home and given back to his mother.

You have to understand, that undergoing such a traumatic experience at such a young age can have an effect on people. The young boy was so troubled by the experience, he locked away the memories into the deepest and darkest parts of his mind. Essentially, he made himself forget. His mother, poor Inko, couldn't bear to remind him of what he went through, so she kept it a secret. She told all of her neighbors that Midoriya had been on a vacation with some relatives in America. She hoped and prayed that would be the end of the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, that was not the case. She didn't know what they had done to her innocent child, but you will find out in time. And trust me, it was not pleasant.

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Izuku Midoriya sighed as he walked to school. Everything had been peaceful the last few days; no supervillain attacks, no crazy school activities, the world was relatively normal. Excluding the fact that people could breathe fire, and makes things float, and whatnot. To be completely honest, Izuku had gotten so used to the commotion that he was starting to miss all of the abnormalities that made his life so... normal. He wanted something to happen, something that could help prove he was worthy of the power he had been gifted.

If I had been there with him in that moment, if I were able to say one single thing to him, I would tell him, "Be careful what you wish for."

Just as Midoriya stepped off the train, he noticed the familiar head of a spiky blonde hedgehog. Bakugou was speaking with someone in front of the gate to their high school. Not in the mood to be yelled at that day, Midoriya looked for some hidden entrance or secret alleyway to get into UA. Of course, this didn't exist.

After a few moments of fruitlessly searching, he realized that there was no chance he could escape unscathed. Midoriya took a deep breath and continued on his way.

Bakugou was about to turn around to find Izuku behind him, when a boy with dual-colored hair stepped in front of him.

"What do you want, Icy-Hot bastard?!" He yelled. I must say, he kind of reminds me of an angry Pomeranian.

Reader, I would just like you to know that I do not condone Bakugou's childish use of language, but I have to write the story as it occurred in order to be factual and correct, so, there you go.

Bakugou, being the ill-tempered Pomeranian that he is, hurled insults continuously at Todoroki, whose facial expression was as imperceptible as it always was. As Bakugou spoke, he used words that were so ugly and distasteful that I am downright refusing to write them down. Instead, I have decided to describe them, which is what I am doing right now. I hope that was a satisfactory description.

Midoriya, who some overeager fans tend to describe as a, "smol cinnamon bun" was puzzled by Todoroki's behavior. Why would he randomly step in front of someone like Bakugou and not say a word? That was when Midoriya saw it.

Todoroki looked straight at Midoriya and secretly nodded his head in the direction of the school.

Midoriya smiled brightly. He was saved! His smile still stretching all the way across his face, our green haired protagonist waved at Todoroki and continued on his way to school.

That was when he decided that today was going to be a good day.

I am afraid he was completely and utterly wrong.

Walking through the doors of Class A was something past Midoriya figured he would only be able to dream of doing. It was also something that future Midoriya was only ever allowed to dream of entering. But let's focus on the now. For now, it was something that Midoriya did on a daily basis and, quite frankly, took for granted.

When Midoriya entered the classroom, he was graced with what he considered to be a pretty normal occurrence. Some people were hanging out in small groups; talking about what they were going to do over the weekend and how in the world Mineta passed the entrance exams. Yuga Aoyama was sitting alone, sampling different types of cheese and talking about sparkles despite the fact that nobody was listening.

Midoriya looked around, only to see Kaminari sitting on a desk and getting scolded by Iida, who was moving his hands with every syllable he spoke.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You are disrespecting our forebears who put so much time and effort into making these desks only to have you- " Midoriya looked away, deciding to let Iida do his job.

"Deku!" Midoriya turned around to see one of his greatest friends, Uraraka, waving to him from her seat. Midoriya smiled at her and made his way over to her desk.

"Hey, Uraraka," Midoriya said kindly, the way a hero might.

"Guess what?" Uraraka was basically bouncing in her seat, her chestnut brown hair bouncing with her. Midoriya had no idea how she managed to style her hair like that. It was one of the world greatest mysteries.

"What?" Midoriya asked, shifting his backpack from one shoulder to the other. Uraraka screeched, her excitement somewhat too evident.

"Gunhead's hero agency said that I could become an official intern once I graduate highschool!" Uraraka squealed.

"Uraraka! That's awesome!" He was extremely happy for his friend. She was accomplishing her dream.

Maybe, he thought, maybe I can accomplish mine.

Should I be pessimistic again, or should I let you hold onto your hopes for a moment, Dear Reader?

Before anyone could finish their conversations, Bakugou and Todoroki came in, followed by Aizawa.

"Alright, alright, I would say sit in your assigned seats, but I can't bring myself to care, so, whatever." All of the students proceeded to sit in their assigned seats. "Okay," Aizawa sighed, "I'm going talk and you're going to listen. Back to whatever."

Midoriya took out two notebooks –one for class and his hero notebook- and proceeded to get ready to take notes.

"Okay, demons," Aizawa began, talking about absolutely nothing of importance whatsoever, "demons are evil, they destroy sleeping bags, which is wrong, which means we are lucky demons aren't real."

Midoriya felt a slight pain in his chest, but ignored it and kept writing everything he could about Aizawa's ramblings.

"If demons were real, I would destroy them all and save the sleeping bags because demons are bad and bad is bad which can only mean demons are evil. I'm talking about demons."

Look, I don't know what was wrong with Aizawa at this moment. Maybe he had been having a bad day. Maybe he was unable to get his morning cup of coffee. Maybe he was just tired. I'm afraid this is a problem I was never able to figure out.

As Aizawa continued with his rant, Midoriya felt the pain continue to grow, spreading throughout his whole body as it did so. The more he tried to ignore it, the more pain he felt. During a few moments of this steady growth, Midoriya was unable to speak or even breathe. The pain was becoming intolerable, it made every one of his actions jerky and his body unable to function. Midoriya, grappling for control of his own body, scratched at his chest, dropping his pencil in the process. He tried to speak, to scream, to do anything, but the only sound he could even manage was a gasping, choking noise.

"Oi, Deku, what in the world are you-" Bakugou turned around to find Midoriya gasping, clutching at his chest with tears running down his face. Bakugou could see Midoriya's face slowly turning a shade of blue.

"Midoriya!" Iida shouted, rushing to his friend's side with a burst of speed. "What is wrong! What are your symptoms? Are you- "

"Idiot!" Jirou shouted, slapping Iida with her earphone jack. "Can't you see that's not helping him?"

"What do we do?!" Ashido shouted, freaking out.

Our protagonist could see the edges of his vision turn a tinted shade of black. It slowly began swallowing his consciousness. As his classmates continued to argue, doing nothing whatsoever to help, the pain was starting to become intolerable. Midoriya found himself wishing for unconsciousness, as he was slowly lured in and out of his state of mind. The last thing he could remember before blacking out was the rough feeling of fabric against his skin, and his eyesight flashing a deep blood red.

Finally, A voice whispered from deep within Midoriya's consciousness. 

Reader, this is where it all went wrong.

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Midoriya awoke to see an old, kind, and familiar face staring down at him.

"Recovery Girl," Midoriya said, slowly sitting up with the help of the school nurse.

"Hello, Midoriya," Recovery Girl replied, smiling down at him, "how are you feeling?"

"Well," Midoriya let out a bitter chuckle, "I've been better."

"That's the thing, I can't seem to find anything wrong with you. You've passed all of the tests. Can you tell me what happened?"

After explaining  to the nurse that he didn't remember anything, Midoriya was released from care and allowed to return home. He had apparently missed the entire day of school. This was a disappointment for him, yes, but it wasn't as bad as it normally was. At the moment, Midoriya was busy trying to figure out for himself what had gone wrong.

As he approached his home, something felt off. Normally, the lights in his apartment were on, signaling that his mother was home. This time, however, the lights were off.

"Mom?" Midoriya asked, opening the door. "Are you there?"

It was not his mom.

At one moment, Midoriya was looking into his darkened living room. At the next, he was in a lab full of equipment with his mother strapped to a table. 

There are two things about this particular situation and the people that caused it that disturb me the most. First of all, I have no idea why anyone would kidnap someone as kind as Inko. They would have had to be a really twisted person to do something like that. Everyone loved her, including me. She was just such a kind person, she had a warm smile, a warm personality, and she had a warm presence. Everything about her was warm and comforting. She is like a second mother to me. So, why would someone be so sick and twisted as to kidnap such a kind and comforting woman. Not only that, but they tie her to an experimentation table! 

This brings me to my second reason to be disturbed. That was the same room Midoriya was taken to eleven years ago. That was the same room where Midoriya was tortured day after day until he could no longer even breathe. That was the same table that Midoriya bled and cried on. That was the same room where Midorya was used as the subject of an awful experiment. 

That was the same room where Midoriya's life was ruined forever.

"Mom!" Midoriya yelled, reaching for his most beloved relative.

However, being in the same room he was tortured in for weeks on end was a reminder. He was beginning to remember, and it hurt. As Midoriya regained his memories, he didn't simply remember them. 

He relived them. 

He was reliving every moment. Every cut. Every tear. Every plead for mercy. He heard every conversation that had occurred while he was experimented on. He relived it all. Every. Single. Moment.

"NOO!" He gasped in horror and pain. "Why?!" He cried. "Why would you do that?!"

Remembering his mother strapped to the table, Midoriya pushed through the pain, rushing toward her in order to untie her from the table. 

He couldn't save her.

You see, here's the thing. Unlike most stories or movies, pain isn't something you can just ignore and have it not affect your performance. It is an unavoidable obstacle that hinders your actions and leaves you less than what you know you can be. If Midoriya had not been in such agonizing pain, perhaps he could have saved his mother and left. Maybe, it all would have ended then and there. But he was in pain. And there is no point in dwelling on the what could have been. All we can do is focus on the now.

Right now, Midoriya was being held back by a Nomu.

Midoriya was not just immobilized from pain. He could have done something if it was just pain. He was also immobilized from realization. He was immobilized from the truth that the entirety of his life was a lie.

 This is because he realized something about himself from those weeks in custody. Midoriya was not without a quirk. 

He was not Quirkless. 

However, the realization of what he was proved too much for him to handle. And at that moment, and for many moments to follow, he would wish he was Quirkless.