Our story starts in a small apartment, located in the Shizuoka Prefecture.

A normal enough home, there was nothing to warrant a passing stranger's attention about the place. 

No glowing signs. No decorations for the holidays, even though it was nearing that time of year. 

Not even an atmosphere of something being amiss . . . 

Though those in the area knew who lived in small segment of their building. 

The Midoriya's. 

Some of the sweetest people you'd ever met. Always willing to lend a helping hand and warm meal to those who needed it. A pair of mother and son, Inko and Izuku, who had nothing but the best intentions. 

Though life had not been the best to the small family. 

Inko's husband had left her to move to America shortly after Izuku was born. He still sent checks, due to Inko's natural talent to make even the most stubborn people bend to her will. She was a petite little woman, who had endless patience . . . yet when that ran out-you had better brace yourself.

And if that wasn't enough, little Izuku turned out to be Quirkless. You'd have to be blind and deaf to not have noticed when Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku's best friend since birth, turned on the green haired boy. When he declared Izuku to be Deku, and from there on the youngest Midoriya turned up with rumbled clothes and hastily hidden injuries. 

No, life had not been the kindest to them . . . 

But this had to be the last straw. 

It started when little Izuku and his mother were out and about to run a few errands. The winter was slowly encroaching, fall starting to lose it's battle to stay so it could color the leaves and fill the air with a crispness only capable in the autumn. 

Light grey clouds swirled in the air, hence why everyone out was wearing jackets and scarves. 

Izuku, in his All Might jacket and matching scarf, stood beside his mother-who was talking with the clerk of a stand in the market. His tongue poked out from between his lips, while big, emerald green eyes trained on the newest entry to his hero journal as he scribbled out more notes on the hero fight he had seen that morning on the news. 

The villain had a simple quirk, being able to secrete an ink-like substance from their palms. To others it wouldn't be that impressive or even notable really . . . Though to Izuku it was just so cool! The woman seemed to have a pretty good control over her quirk, yet couldn't think up more ideas than to just slosh it around and hope it blinded the heroes around her. 

Izuku, however, had made a list of different uses for the quirk. Ranging all the way from simply using it to make a thin layer of covering on the floor to trip someone up to ways to give someone ink poisoning. 

His mom had always known her son was brilliant. He had started crawling at around six months, walking shortly after, even talking at nine months. Her baby had always been advanced, reading and writing had been easy for him to grasp and he had taken top spot in his classes from the start. Not even Katsuki could keep up with him. 

Inko had encouraged the hero notes, her baby had started them as soon as he learned to write, and knew the boy kept them up in hopes they'd make it so he could be a hero even without a quirk. 

It had been months since they had found out he was quirkless, having gone to the doctor the month before his fifth birthday. And her Izuku had still not given up on being a hero. He was just as stubborn as he was clever, and that was a terrifying combination. 

Inko sighed as she turned back to her son and smiled, he closed his book and offered his small hand to her. She took her baby's hand and they started to walk back home, her carrying a grocery bag over her shoulder and he clutching his notebook to his chest.  

When, on the way home, a villain attack disrupted them and caused a panic, Inko Midoriya hurried to pick her son up and run away. She held him close as she weaved around the others that that stopped to gawk and those still trying to run. Izuku was so scared, clinging to his mother and trying to make sense of the situation, he didn't even notice he had dropped his notebook until he was home and his mother was fussing over him. 

The villain had crashed into the street from the bank, activating his quirk, turning into some sort of sand monster, and sending the civilians into a scatter. 

No wonder he had lost it. 

Well, it did have his name and address, hopefully whoever found it would return it. 

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Dark red nails, grown out and filed into a fine point, attached to a pale hand peeled the discarded notebook off the ground. Corners were bent, some pages torn, and the cover stomped into the ground by running feet. 

Though the tidy scrawl on the inside could still be read. 

The woman bit her plump, red bottom lip as she traced the outside of one of the first few pages. Her heels started to click as she started heading down the path she had been on before spotting the notebook and getting a feeling she should check it out. 

Title wise, it wasn't something she would have been interested in. 

Hero Analysis For The Future: Number One. 

However . . . Skimming through a little bit, it was very much something she wanted to read more of. 

Blood red nails tapped the back cover before turning the book over to try and find any information on who had written the master piece. 

As the woman paused for a crosswalk, she found it. 

A name, an address, and an age. 

Full lips twisted into a serpentine smile, white teeth on full display.

"This will be fun." The woman purred, following the name's kanji stroke order with the tip of her nail.  "Izuku." 

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With a new notebook, Izuku had spent a few days rewriting what he had lost in the first one. 

It wasn't hard, he had memorized everything he had written down, and this time he could organize it even better. 

Look on the bright side of everything, is something his mother had told him many times. 

So, he clutched his new notebook tightly as he walked back from school after almost a week after losing the first one. Izuku's mother held onto his hand as they talked and walked together back to their home.

His elementary school was only a few blocks from his home, and the neighborhood was great, most people even greeted the green haired family with small nods and polite hellos.

That made the black van suddenly swerving in front of them, onto the sidewalk and cutting the crowd in two, even more of a surprise. When the door was thrown open, three people jumping out, Inko even tried using her quirk as she scrambled to pull her son to herself. 

One of the people wearing all black, even masks, was faster though. They threw out a chain that wrapped around Inko and used the momentum from a spin to through the woman into the wall. 

"MAMA!" Izuku shrieked, trying to run to her. 

Another of the people that had jumped from the van tackled the boy, arms locking around him as he was dragged back towards the van. 

"NO!" The boy screamed, kicking and hitting anything he could, flailing around as hard as he could to try and through them off. "LEAVE US ALONE! HELP!" 

The last of the three ushered them back inside. Izuku hadn't noticed they had been what held the crowd back until they caught a glimpse of wreckage left. Everyone within a few meters was laying on the ground paralyzed if the frightened eyes were any indication. 

As the van door closed him in, Izuku felt tape being shoved over his mouth and a bag go over his head. 

He hadn't known waking up that day that he would be kidnapped. 

Something pricked through his skin on his arm and Izuku could feel as something was shoved into his bloodstream. 

His vision sparked white before he felt his every muscles give out, his consciousness soon to follow.