[Before we start, this is a reupload of the book that was on my original account. Wattpad took it down, but I was able to save it thanks to some awesome people. Wattpad won't let me bring up the name of the person through normal methods, so, Ghost-of-Sparta, you, my guy, are a legend for doing this! I really appreciate it, and I'm sure a lot of others do as well! Now, back to the chapter, I hope you all can still read it even though you've seen it before lol]

[Alright, so currently I already have a My Hero Academia book, but I would say that one is directed toward a smaller audience. I've been enjoying the anime and want to deliver a really cool book that can bring in a larger audience. I think I really have a cool idea here. Basically, you're Midoriya, but, like, if he was cool and more serious. Anyway, it'll be explained in the book. Who knows, it might be something you like. This book will be serious and dark at times, but it'll still have fun to it. I just want that to be known. Anyway... Here we go!]

[Before we start, want to mention that there will be abusive content in this chapter. Physical abuse only, nothing more. Anyway, yeah, just thought I should give you all a warning.]
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[Your POV]

"S-Stop it. You... You can't hurt my Mommy! Stop... OR I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"

Those were the very words that came from my little four-year-old brother's mouth as he stood between our beaten mother, and the abusive monster that was supposed to be her boyfriend. He was the only thing that stopped this monster from hurting her any further. And yet, not once did he hesitate to jump in and save the day. Then again... That's what we always imagined doing when we were kids. Playing the hero. Running in to save the day.

Help those who couldn't help themselves. I only wish this very moment was just that... Something I imagined. But I've come to understand, as the years went on by, that the world isn't a happy place. It's a torturous, bleak, dark world full of misery and suffering. Misery and suffering that seemed to plague my life ever since that night, 11 years ago, when me and my brother woke up to the sound of our Mother screaming.

"STOP! PLEASE! STOP!"

Her cries were enough to wake me out of my sleep. For a six-year-old boy, however, when you hear your Mother screaming downstairs, you don't know what to think. Not at first. Did she have a bad dream? Was she sad about something? You don't really know. But you know something was wrong, so there wasn't much hesitation to help. I still remember the look Izuku gave me, as we sat up in our beds that perfectly faced off against one another on each side of the room.

I could tell, by the look in his eyes, that he was scared. Scared more than I could ever be. Now I had two people who needed my help, and with no Dad, it was my duty to take care of this problem. What sucked was... I was scared too. But I was forced to hide it behind a soft smile as I looked through the dark room at my little brother. I was forced to tell him a lie that night. A lie I didn't believe myself. And as the years went by, it became a lie I very much regretted. Yet, I still said it.

(Y/n): "It's alright. Everything is going to be okay."

But everything wouldn't be alright. Such was only confirmed when I saw it with my own eyes, as I stood atop the stairs to look down through the railing, the haunting sight of my Mother, Inko Midoriya, lying on the ground. Blood poured from her head as the back of her supposed boyfriend faced me. His loud, angry voice flooded the air, but I didn't hear a single world he said. I was too swallowed in the fear I felt. The fear of seeing my loving, kind Mother, lie on the ground screaming for help.

But through the begging. Through the tears. My mother's kind, loving, instincts kicked in. At least, that's what I like to think. For as she cried and begged, out of the corner of her eye she spotted me. Looking down from above, from the shadows, with a look of complete shock on my face. I don't know exactly when the fear inside of me become such a heavy burden that I couldn't move. But it did. And it left me unable to do anything else but watch, as seconds prolonged themselves, so I could look into the sad eyes of my Mother.

I knew at that moment, the fear she felt wasn't for herself, but for me, and my brother. The fear she gave off, the sad tears that flowed from her eyes, as she turned to look back up at the monster before her drove me over the edge. I wanted to do something. I wanted to fight against this pain. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. But Izuku... He didn't hesitate one bit.

"S-Stop it. You... You can't hurt my Mommy. Stop... OR I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"

Just like that, I was given another fear. The fear of my brother. I still remember the chills that exploded all over my body as I watched him standing in front of our mother, his arms placed out to protect her from the person who was supposed to love her. Izuku showed no fear in that moment. But me... I feared... I feared a lot. But the thing I hated the most was the fact it wasn't me down there. I was the older brother. The one Dad entrusted to look after the house. To help my Mother, and support my Brother. I was supposed to be the one to do that, but I was too afraid.

It was because of that fear that the nightmares really started to take place. I remember the cold blue fire the monster made in the palm of his hand as he glared at Izuku and my Mother. The blue light was enough to illuminate the room enough that I was able to witness Izuku wet his pants out of pure fear. When our Mother saw the Quirk being activated, a new wave of fear crashed through her body. No hesitation whatsoever as she launched her bruised and beaten body forward to pull Izuku as close to her as she possibly could. Soon her begging switched to not hurting her, but not hurting Izuku.

Inko: "Please! Please! Please! I beg of you! You can do whatever you want to me, just please... please... please... Let my baby boy go."

The impulsive use of a Quirk to commit such evil. It was disgusting. I still remember the first day this guy showed up at our house. He played the perfect role of a nice person. He smiled all the time, gave my Mom flowers, and drew pictures with Izuku. But me, I never liked the guy. Think of it as noticing this guy wasn't my Father, and no one could replace him, or just thinking this guy was a dick for trying to date my Mom. Think whatever you want. But seeing this just made me question, was this my fault? If I had been nicer to him, would he have been nicer to her?

All these questions sparked through my mind, and all the while I just wanted to help. But there was nothing I could do. Just like Izuku, I didn't have a Quirk. I couldn't fight against fire. I was just a little boy who dreamed of becoming a hero. I wasn't a hero. Yet, even with the lack of powers, and him dreaming the same dream as me, Izuku didn't hesitate to run to our Mother's safety. I realized in that moment... I could never be a hero. No matter how hard I tried or wanted to be one. I couldn't. I wouldn't. How could I become a hero when I'd just freeze like this in the face of danger? I couldn't put that pain on anyone.

Yet within a few seconds, I wouldn't have a choice. My eyes were suddenly glued back to the horrifying scene as another cry filled the air. This time around though, it wasn't from my Mom, it was from Izuku. Quickly my eyes latched down to the ground below, I couldn't tell what was going on because of the tears in my eyes. Tears I didn't even know were there until now. But from what I could see, the monster had placed his hands on Izuku's shoulders. To the naked eye, it'd seem like no damage was being dealt whatsoever. There was no applied force. Or extended action with his fingers. It seemed like nothing was wrong.

But I'd tell those people, you didn't smell the smoke, did you? For if one were to look closer. To take off their glasses to actually see what was going on, they'd notice the Monsters Quirk was still very much activated and was currently being forced upon Izuku's young body. Hot blue flames dug into Izuku's shoulders, burning his skin and causing a torrent of painful screams to flood the air. They mixed perfectly with my own Mother's screams as she begged for the monster to stop. She tried pushing him away, but that only caused her to get shoved to the ground.

This time, her eyes weren't open. They didn't make contact with mine. She was just lying there...lifeless...unable to do anything as the Monster finally tightened his grip on Izuku's shoulders. Forcing the heat of the fire to burn his body to the point smoke started to rise from Izuku's tattered All Might pajamas that he wore. I don't know whether it was the screams that woke me to the moment, or something deep inside of me, that one thing I needed to kick-start something darker inside. It was at this moment that I realized it's truly hard to wake up from a nightmare... When you're not even asleep.

Izuku: "Please! Please stop! It hurts! I want it to stop!"

"Well, you should have thought about that before you decided to play little hero then, shouldn't you?"

Izuku: "Mommy! (Y/n)!"

Izuku's screams echoed through the air as I slowly made my way down the stairs. I could only swallow the dry lump in my throat as a black glow formed from my hands. Those cries would haunt me for the rest of my life, but for the Monster, what I was about to do to him would haunt him forever. All was confirmed when Izuku's cries were suddenly cut off by a punch across the face. The monster man-handling the four-year-old with no regard.

His tears were now uncontrollable. A purple mark covered his face as smoke continued to rise from the burns on his shoulder blades. All Izuku could do was twist his body and plunge his head into Mom's chest. His cries were drowned out by her unconscious body. As for the Monster, he continued to shout. All directed at my mother's body. I don't know what he said. But I didn't need to. The crime was committed. And I was sick and tired of waiting for a hero who wouldn't show up.

I was over letting the fear hold me back. I was over letting it push me around. I was over not protecting those I cared about. It was in that moment I realized I didn't want to be a hero anymore. But I didn't want to be a villain either. I was going to be what lurked in the shadows. What both sides would fear. I would be the very thing that'd rise above everyone else. Who'd take down the villains and keep them down for good. So no one else had to feel the pain and fear I felt as a six-year-old boy.

But before I could do that, I would have to unleash my nightmares onto the person who first awoke them. It was as the monster started to quite down that he heard a noise strike up from behind. He quickly turned around to see me standing there. At the foot of the stairwell. My (H/c) and green hair hovering, my entire body enveloped by a dark aura. Whatever this was. Whatever kind of Quirk I had been gifted with. I could smell the fear slowly rising from the Monster. But there's only one way to fight a monster.

I don't remember much, but from what I do, I remember I created three monsters that night, to combat the very one that was hurting my family. Three spectres made of shadows. All with glowing green eyes. It was hard to describe them. They didn't look like any animal I knew. But that's exactly what they were. Animals. Who attacked the monster with no remorse. Ripping his body apart and delivering a nightmare he would never forget. Maybe they were nightmares of the monster himself. I never found out, and I never would.

But the time it was over, however, my thought process was directed to my family. Quickly I rushed over to my Mom and brother. I don't remember what I said. I just remember shaking their bodies and crying for them to wake up. After a while, Mom did. But Izuku... He never did. After the police came and Mom went to the hospital for her injuries, we found out Izuku died due to the radical burns on his body. Enough to kill a little boy. But as much as Izuku's dead body still haunts me to this day. The thing that haunts me the most was that when I was too afraid to step in and save the day, he wasn't. I wasn't the hero that day... Midoriya was.

From that day on, it was safe to say no more monsters occupied our home. It took months to get over what happened. Though, Mom and I could never truly get over that night in reality. Sure, she put on a smile, if only to try and make me smile. But the scars of that horrid night ran deep. I still hear her cry in her room when she thinks I can't hear her. I cried once... Then I stopped. I haven't cried since. Mom has hated herself ever since that point for allowing such a devilish creature to enter her home. A place that was supposed to be a safe space for her kids.

But she wasn't the only one to hate herself. I hated myself even more. Before Dad died, he told me it was my responsibility to protect my family. But I failed that night. So I didn't deserve to move on. I didn't deserve to live my life like it never happened. Gone were the smiles and laughter that I once shared with my brother. In their place, a dark, cold personality was put on display. As much as Mom wanted to say otherwise. I knew there was still one monster left in the house. Still, one Nightmare that was left unchecked. And that Nightmare... Was me.

[3rd Person POV]

--11 Years Later--

Eleven years later, however, and heroes could still be seen saving the day and fighting evil. But what would anyone expect when the Giant Villain could be seen standing atop a train bridge directly in the centre of the city? His powerful roars of violence flooded the air as he slashed away the helicopters and knocked down an electricity tower like it was nothing. The metal tower broke in half, sending the top half to begin its descent to the ground below where a crowd of citizens could be seen watching the chaos go down.

Soon enough their own screams joined the villains as they faced down certain death. Luckily for them, they had a hero on their side. Out of nowhere a heavy-footed figure with the body of a professional bodybuilder came racing, circular slabs of concrete wrapped around their wrists shining from the sunlight as he lifts his arms into the air. Seconds later, the fallen electricity tower drops straight into his awaiting arms. He caught it. Immediately a wave of awe goes through the crowd as they cheer on the hero.

"It's Death Arms!"

"Oh, he's my favourite!"

"He's so strong!"

"Marry me, Death Arms!"

The Punching Hero. Death Arms carries out justice through his great physical strength, but he's not alone. The gaze of the onlooking crowd is soon cut in half when a stream of water shoots in a straight line before them. Instantly everyone turns to see that the cause came from none other than Backdraft, the rescue specialist.

Backdraft: "Everyone this is dangerous. Please stay back! Stay back!"

It was clear everyone that stood there that day that the need for heroes was unfortunately always going to be around. For when people decide to use their Quirks for evil, it was only natural that a hero would step up to the occasion. But this story isn't about the heroes that save the day. This is about a person who has the same goal as them, but will go about it in a whole other way. A more... Permanent way. 

This story is about (Y/n) Midoriya, who would one day become the first Anti-Hero, but for now... He was a mere Junior High Student on his way to school. Well, he was, until he was stopped abruptly. Now he could be seen repeatedly punching the face of an unknown man in a black jumper. Dried blood stained his knuckles as he brought his fist down one last time. This time with enough force that the man's body dropped to the ground, with it went flying a wayward purse.

The small object scattered to the ground before finally landing at the feet of the young teenager. It was when (Y/n)'s eyes landed on the item that he relented his attack and pulled back before picking up the purse, most likely stolen. For a brief moment, he brought it up to his face so he could get a better look at the item. After scanning it for a few seconds he turned his cold gaze back down to the beaten and bruised man before him.

(Y/n): "You steal this?"

He blatantly asked. The potential robber didn't respond. His head was still buried within his arms as he cried from the pain. This wasn't the response (Y/n) wanted, so he kicked his leg to get the response he did want.

(Y/n): "Hey! I said, did you steal this?"

Robber: "Yes! Yes! I stole it! Just stop kicking me! You've... You've already hurt me enough."

The man that was now confirmed to be the robber said through tears as he looked up at (Y/n). The purple bruises and dried blood on his face were on full display for the young boy. But a sight that would normally bring one disgust, only brought (Y/n) purpose. Slowly lowering his head (Y/n) released a sigh before shaking his head.

(Y/n): "You know... You know I was really hoping you were one of those people that swung the other way. But now... Now I've gotta make sure you never do this again."

Robber: 'Wha... What are you talking about?"

But (Y/n) did not respond. Instead, he just sighed as he slowly wobbled his way toward the man. The last thing that could be seen was a green glow from (Y/n)'s eyes before he began reaching out toward the robber's face. It was unknown what happened next, but after about a minute or so the man's body could be seen lying on the ground. His body shaking as he held himself tightly. A similar green glow was present in his own eyes as he repeated one word over and over again.

Robber: "Nightmares... Nightmares... S-So many Nightmares..."

The words entered through (Y/n)'s ears, but his expression did not change once. Instead, he proceeded to place a hand in his pocket, the other holding onto the purse, as he exited the alley. As he did, a worried woman could be seen standing there. Her eyes lit up when she noticed the purse in (Y/n)'s hand. In silence, the young boy glanced between the two, before eventually connecting the dots before tossing the purse to the lady.

(Y/n): "Here. I got this back for you."

Woman: "Tha...Thank you. But what about the man who took it? Shouldn't you call the police?"

(Y/n): "Oh, him?" [Looks back in the alley] "Uh... Let's just say he won't be going anywhere." [Turns to the lady] "You call them if you want. Or don't..."

The words confused the woman, but (Y/n) didn't stay behind to register them any further. Instead, he just placed both hands back into his jacket pockets and continued on his journey to his school. But before he could get far, the voice of the woman sounded once more.

Woman: "...You're my hero!"

As soon as (Y/n) heard that his entire body froze. For a brief moment, he just stood there, and thought over what she had just said. After a few seconds, he slowly turned his head around to look at the lady once more. With a blank, emotionless gaze, (Y/n) replied...

"...I am no hero."

Those were the final words (Y/n) spoke out before he turned back around and walked away. Leaving the woman to her own thoughts as she watched this strange boy disappear into the distance. His body being enveloped by the overlapping crowd of curious people. Not once did her gaze leave the direction she last saw (Y/n). 

Not long later, (Y/n) found himself sitting in the back of his classroom at Aldera Junior High. Though whereas (Y/n) had not been listening to a single word the teacher had said up to this point, his gaze mostly focused on the bleak blue sky outside, the young boy's attention was soon perked toward the front of the room when something interesting pops up in the topic.

Teacher: "Since you're all at the end of your third year, it's time for you to start thinking seriously about what you want to do with your future. I'll pass out handouts for your future plans, but... You're all..."

"Pretty much planning to go into the hero course, right?!"

Before he could even finish speaking, (Y/n)'s fellow students were already in the process of showing off their Quirks. Whether it be rock hands, or the ability to extend one's limbs, it all could be seen in the otherwise small room. (Y/n), however, did not follow in the act as his classmates did. Instead, he went to turn his focus back out the window, where he hoped he'd find something interesting to occupy himself for however long he had left before class was finally over. 

Though, before he could find anything of interest, his focus was abruptly thrown to the seat just next to him when he felt a clunk of paper land in his lap. Immediately (Y/n) looked down and raised an eyebrow momentarily. The confusion of the situation didn't last much longer once he opened the ball of paper to see a message with familiar handwriting awaiting inside.

"Okay, serious news, unlike what this asswipe is speaking. Do you think Masayuki is hot, and if I ask her out do you think she'll slap me?"

It took (Y/n) a few attempts to read the small, but odd, sentence before he finally realized what it was. Quickly he lifted his gaze, his eyes instantly landing on a girl with black hair sitting a few rows ahead of him. Without hesitation, (Y/n)'s next stop for his eyes was the spot right next to him, where a smirking Katsuki Bakugo could be seen awaiting (Y/n)'s gaze. Seeing the amusing face of his friend was all it took for (Y/n) to dawn a grin of his own. Bakugo made sure the teacher wasn't looking before he leaned over and whispered a reply to his friend.

Bakugo: [Whispers] "So, what do you think? I got a chance or what?"

(Y/n): [Whispers] "Haven't you already tried to ask her out?"

Bakugo: "Yeah...and she slapped me. That's why I'm asking you if I should ask her again."

(Y/n): "What... You think she won't slap you this time?"

Bakugo: "I don't know... Maybe she, like, had her period or whatever last time. I don't know, dude, girls are complicated."

Now that was something (Y/n) could agree with. Though, (Y/n) had never properly asked girl out, I mean, why would he? After everything that's gone on in his life, with his Mom struggling to pay rent and...his brother...girls were bound to be one of the things that a normal teenager would have only for (Y/n) to miss out. However, that didn't stop him from finding amusement in Bakugo's attempt at love life.

It was funny, though. When (Y/n) first met the scruffy blonde that currently sat next to him, (Y/n) would have said there was a zero to no chance of him and Bakugo hitting it off. Not only was their characteristics vastly different, but Bakugo also used to bully Izuku when they were younger. A few fights had even taken place between the slightly older brother and the bully. But after Izuku's death, when all the other students just looked at (Y/n) in fear and awkwardness, something (Y/n) didn't like.

Bakugo was the one to step out from the crowd to yell at all the other kids to get lost... before ultimately punching them in the face. But, hey, that was a step up for Bakugo in (Y/n)'s regards. From that day on, (Y/n) and Bakugo became best friends, something that only continued to blossom as they grew older together. Though that didn't mean Bakugo still didn't carry that uncontrollable rage (Y/n) saw as a kid. Like right now for instance, Bakugo was in the middle of talking to (Y/n) when the Teahcer suddenly called him out.

Teacher: "Mr. Bakugo, I would appreciate it if you would stop distracting Mr. Midoriya from this class, please."

Bakugo: "And I would appreciate it if you would start distracting us all here with something far moe entertaining. Hey! Can we watch a movie?"

Teacher: "W-What? No! You cannot watch a movie!"

Bakugo: "Huh, lame." [Turns to you] "Anyway, as I was saying..."

Teacher: "MR. BAKUGO!"

Bakugo "WHAT?!"

Teacher: "Do not 'what' me! Show some decency!"

Bakugo: "You're the one that started it!"

Teacher: "You were talking!"

Bakugo: "And you wouldn't stop! What's your point?!"

Back and forth the scruffy blonde went with the teacher, each trading jabs like it was a regular occurrence. Well, after three years of this, it pretty much was. But (Y/n) appreciated Bakugo for more than just living up to his school life. Just as they were when they were kids, Bakugo seemed to be the only person besides his Mom who was there for him.

I know, it was weird for someone like Bakugo. But, what could anyone say? He showed some well-defined character development. However, just because a once bully turned friend, didn't mean (Y/n) went his entire life without having to deal with assholes. Take Itijam Kaito for example.

Kaito was the son of some famous billionaire from Tokyo. He was popular, and he knew it. Despite the way, he'd act in front of the teachers and higher classmen. When alone, Kaito was a real dickhead. Often seen picking on kids who weren't able to defend themselves. And with his Quirk, the ability to control a source of heat that was far hotter than any fire known, none could really mess with him. However, for reasons unknown, the person he liked to 'pick on' the most, was (Y/n). Such was confirmed when during class Kaito put on the fakest smile on this side of the country, and turned to (Y/n). Not Bakugo, the one who was actually talking, but (Y/n). It was always (Y/n)... and the young boy didn't know why.

Kaito: "You know, (Y/n), you may not care much about this class, or the amazing words our teacher is preaching to us. But I for one sure do, and would appreciate it if you would not interrupt us... Of course, if you don't mind?"

Those final words were accompanied by a seemingly innocent chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head. It wasn't long before words such as 'Kaito's the best!' and 'I want to be just like you, Kaito' filled the room. Even the teacher got in on the praise. However, for (Y/n), he saw straight through the performance the black-haired male was putting on. For (Y/n) knew that Itijam Kaito was no nice person, nor should anyone aim to be just like him. For he, in the simplest terms...Was quite the dickhead.

--Flashback 5 Years Ago--

The sound of a bell rang out in the distance as lunch sounded for Aldera Junior High. Within seconds the countless children dashed from their classes and filled the playground. Sounds of laughter were soon to follow. However, there was only one person in particular who wasn't laughing, that... Was (Y/n) (L/n). The young boy with (H/c) hair with green streaks in it could be seen quietly watching from a bench as the kids around them rushed on by. Now, normally that wouldn't be a problem, as (Y/n) would normally just hang out with Bakugo.

But today, of all days, Bakugo wasn't at school. He was home sick. And as at this point in his life, (Y/n) didn't really gel with the blonde's other friends, it left him alone. To watch as the other kids had fun and played games together. But there was a noticeable glimmer of hope in his eyes that he'd one day be able to join them. But after his brother's death, even all these years later, (Y/n) feared that these people would only be mean to him. Whether that be calling him names. Make fun of him. Or worse... Offer him more blame for Izuku's death than he already felt.

Now, despite no one knowing the full events of what happened that day, it was the own guilt within (Y/n)'s body that held him back from taking that leap of faith. Quickly his mind was directed to All Might, of all people. The number one Pro Hero, and the very person Izuku looked up to. Now, (Y/n) liked heroes as well, but unlike himself, Izuku loved them beyond belief. He believed that even though he didn't have a Quirk, that he could still be a hero. (Y/n) always loved that about his brother. The youthful hope inside of him.

It only pushed (Y/n) on to become a hero himself. If only to keep that youthful in Izuku, and all the other children of the world. The pair even pictured themselves fighting crime together. As heroic brothers. But, obviously... That could no longer happen. (Y/n) no longer dreamed of being a hero. Actually, he really dreamed of nothing these days. He had fully given up on the idea of being a hero. But, sometimes, people don't have a choice. Like right now, for example. For as (Y/n) sat there on the bench, alone, he noticed in the distance, a familiar face.

Sazama Akiko. Now, Akiko, a girl with short brown hair and pink cheeks was one of the most popular girls in (Y/n)'s class. Such popularity normally meant she was surrounded by a lot of people. However, today, she wasn't. But that wasn't what (Y/n) noticed about the girl the most. What he saw before all the rest was the sad look on her face as she gently rocked herself back and forth on the swing. Now, before we get to anything else, (Y/n) was still a little young to have a proper crush on girls. But he had always found himself looking at Akiko.

Whenever Bakugo noticed he'd instantly start teasing his skinny friend. (Y/n) would just play it off the best he could. But today, as he sat alone, and saw Akiko, a person who normally always smiled, looked on in sadness, (Y/n) soon found himself walking in the direction of the girl who always brought a smile to his lips. But he wasn't put to become her friend. He went out to make sure that she was okay. Because at the end of the day, if he could make her smile again, that, perhaps, maybe... That would be enough to make himself smile again.

(Y/n): "H-Hey, Akiko? Are you okay?"

His words were soft, and silent, almost to the form of a whisper. The young boy's hands dug into his school uniform as he nervously before Akiko. Instantly he regretted speaking in the first place. But just as (Y/n) was about to leave, he was brought to an immediate stop.

Akiko: "Sorry, did you say something, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n): "Y-You know my name?"

He didn't mean to sound so shocked when he said those words. But when the girl you had a crush on took notice of you, it was hard to not be surprised. Though for Akiko, this brought out a giggle from the young girl. Now that, was something that took away the shock within seconds.

Akiko: "Why do you look so surprised, (Y/n)? Of course, I know your name."

(Y/n): "I-I don't know. We don't really talk much in class."

Akiko: "Well, you do sit at the back of the classroom. I sit at the front." [Smiles] "Not much talking can be done that far apart."

(Y/n): "Tell that to Bakugo. He yells at me from across the school sometimes."

It was true. He did. What was also truth was the fact that (Y/n) had once again made Akiko laugh with the words that had just come from his mouth. It slowly lit a spark within his body, one that travelled up toward his mouth as his lips curled into a small smile. A few seconds passed of silence, the pair just looking at one another and smiling. But (Y/n)'s own started to draw back when he remembered why he had come to talk to Akikpo in the first place.

(Y/n): "H-Hey, Akiko? Why were you looking sad just now? That's not normally not like you."

Akiko: "Oh..." [Drops head] "You noticed that, huh?"

(Y/n): "I-I mean, I-I know it's none of my business, and if you don't want to tell me that's fine. I j-just saw you were looking sad a-and I just wanted to make sure you were okay?"

As soon as (Y/n) mentioned such, however, the sad look on Akiko's face only worsened. When (Y/n) noticed this he immediately regretted what he said and went about apologizing as fast as possible.

(Y/n): "A-Akiko. I-I'm sorry. I really am. I-I-I just brought it up, because...W-Well...I-I like your smile. And... And I wanted to see it again."

And so with his words coming to an end, (Y/n) lowered his head and mentally prepared himself to either be yelled at, or just plain ignored, with the girl before him just walking away. With it came the fact that his attempt to make a friend had failed... Or so he thought. Once again, just as (Y/n) was preparing to walk away before anything bad happened, he was cut off by the soft, quivering voice of Akiko.

Akiko: "My dog died. Yesterday. Dad took him to the vet, but when he came back... He said my dog had to go to heaven."

When (Y/n) heard this, his heart was immediately broken. He knew what it was like to lose, to do whatever it took to get rid of this pain, only for it to all come back the very next day. Just hearing Akiko, the girl he secretly liked, having to go through a similar experience was the nail in the coffin for (Y/n). To the point, he just wanted to hug her, but he didn't. Instead, he offered her the best words he could in the moment.

(Y/n): "I, uh... I lost my little brother. Five years ago..."

Akiko's eyes quickly lifted as (Y/n) continued.

(Y/n): "He was six when he died. A...A bad person hurt him, he didn't even get to the hospital before he went to be with the angels. At least, that's what Mom says. I know he's in a better place now, but..." [Looks up at Akiko] "I mean... I-I know it sucks to lose someone. But you shouldn't be sad, Akiko. You have so many friends to help you. Like...Ashami... and Tanarshi..."

He was in the middle of listing the countless students Akiko was friends with when he was suddenly cut for the third time within the span of five minutes.

Akiko: "...And you?"

(Y/n): "M-Me?"

Akiko: "Yeah. I mean, you're right here, right now... Trying to help me not be sad? Right?"

(Y/n): "Um...Y-Yeah."

Akiko: [Smiles] "Then that makes us friends, silly!"

(Y/n): "Really? We're...We're friends?"

Akiko: "Definitely!"

It was at this moment that the pair met each other's gaze yet again for another shared smile. (Y/n) couldn't contain his excitement. How happy he was. Akiko wanted to be his friend. So, together, the young kids' smiles continued to grow as they played games, laughed, and talked about anything that came to mind. It was the first time, in a long time, that (Y/n) actually felt like he was breaking away from the sadness that had rocked him those years ago.

Unfortunately, fate had another Nightmare to throw (Y/n)'s way, and this came in the form of a boy with black hair. Itijam Kaito. Who had just arrived at the school a few months back. He was quick to being popular amongst the boys and girls, he seemed like he could do no wrong. Even to the point where (Y/n) felt like such a cool person could even be his friend too. However, that all changed when Kaito saw (Y/n) pushing a laughing Akiko on the swings. It was at this moment in time, that Kaito realized (Y/n) Midoirya... Was going to be his rival for life.

That hatred of a rivalry only continued to grow as he witnessed the way (Y/n) made Akiko smile. The laughs he brought from her mouth. Because whereas (Y/n) liked Akiko, so did Kaito. And when Kaito saw how close (Y/n) was with his crush, there was no holding back. So as (Y/n) and Akiko continued to have fun, the former was suddenly pulled away when a rough hand took hold of his shoulder and spun him around. It was at this point that (Y/n) witnessed the angry look on the person he once thought was so nice.

Kaito: "What's up, Deku? Any reason why you're talking to Akiko for?"

(Y/n): "K-Kaito? N-No. Me and A-Akiko were just playing."

Kaito: "Oh? You were playing? Well, you can go now. I'm here." [Turns to Akiko] "What do ya say, Akiko? Wanna come have fun with me and all the other kids?"

Akiko: "Kaito, what are you doing? I was having fun with (Y/n)."

Kaito: "Fun...With...(Y/n)..."

With each word, a bullet was shot into the chest of Kaito. The smile that had formed on his lips was quick to drop when he suddenly snapped and turned to (Y/n) once more.

Kaito: "Why...Would you want to have fun...With someone who killed their brother?"

(Y/n): "W-What?"

Akiko: "Kaito!"

It was clear by the look of disbelief on (Y/n)'s face that the words had really stuck with him. The concern on Akiko's face soon growing as Kaito smirked.

Kaito: [To you] "What? Didn't think we'd know? Or, what? Think less of you? Haha! Dude, we've known about this for years! Why else do you think no one but that idiot Bakugo hangs out with you? You're a freak!"

Akiko: "Kaito!"

Kaito: "You're a killer!"

Akiko: "Kaito! Stop it!" [Turns to you] "(Y/n), don't listen to him."

Kaito: "No! Do listen to me, Deku! Maybe then you'll realize no one of importance will be your friend! That no one will want to be in the same room as you! You're a freak!"

(Y/n): "...Stop..."

Kaito: "You're a murderer!"

(Y/n): "...I-I said stop, Kaito..."

With each sentence, Kaito expressed, the more (Y/n)'s words grew in volume. Still, as he stood there, he did his best to hold back his anger as he sealed his eyes shut. But even with all the restraint in his body, sometimes...There's not much one can do against the darkest pits of their very being. Especially when you've got a guy like Kaito screaming them at you. But out of all his words, it was the last sentence that drove (Y/n) over the edge.

Kaito: "You won't know love! Or friendship! You're a no one! Always have been! Always will be! You're hated! Dispised! But most of all...You're a worthless, fucking...Nightmare to be around!"

(Y/n): "I. SAID. STOP!!!"

It was that final scream that an explosion of green and black chaotic energy launched from (Y/n)'s palms, with it, however, came miniature screams that screamed and laughed wickedly. They were infused with the energy that (Y/n) extorted. Like (Y/n) wasn't focused on creating haunting monsters, but to hurt someone. To hurt...Kaito. And hurt him he did. The normally cool and collected male was now screaming as the energy surrounded his body. With it the nightmares crawled from his very being. Laughing wickedly as all Kaito could do was stand there in shock... and horror.

Kaito: "No. No! Stop! Deku! Make them stop!"

But (Y/n) wasn't available at the moment. With his eyes darkened, only green eyes, the eyes of a monster, were on display as he stared directly into the fearful eyes of Kaito. (Y/n) couldn't remember much else of what happened. He knew Kaito was screaming, and eventually, a few teachers came to help him. By the time they arrived (Y/n)'s Quirk had deactivated and the unconscious boy dropped to the ground. The rest of that day was also a blur. He remembered being in the principal's office with his Mother. All she could do was cry.

He remembered having to apologize to Kaito. That was the worst moment of it all. Apparently for weeks after that Kaito had trouble sleeping at night. He was forced through nightmares whenever he closed his eyes. A side-effect of (Y/n)'s Quirk, apparently. Though, what (Y/n) hated the most about that day wasn't hurting an innocent person, or even being expelled for a few weeks after that moment. It was the fact that when he came back to school, that Akiko no longer smiled at him. Instead, she saw him as a monster, and told him to stay away from her and never come near her.

The nail on the coffin, however, was when she said they were no longer friends. Something (Y/n) asked her through confused tears. It was Kaito's fault that he got hurt. He...He was riling (Y/n) up. He...Deserved it. At least, that's what (Y/n) thought. Akiko, and everyone else for that matter, didn't think so. From that point on (Y/n) was seen as a monster, an outcast from class. Thankfully (Y/n) still had Bakugo, who nonstopped laughed after hearing what he did to Kaito. He cheered (Y/n) on, and told him it was Akiko's loss that she didn't want to be friends.

Though, even with these words, it still sucked for (Y/n). To not only have your crush say you were even friends, but a monster. But also the fact that this very moment was the thing that brought Akiko and Kaito closer together. The pair eventually started dating a few weeks later. For the next 2 years, the pair would do everything together. Always holding hands in a position that made (Y/n) saw. And yet they acted like he wasn't even there. Thankfully by this point (Y/n) had become the cold shadow of the hopeful person he once was. Yet, as best as he tried to hide it from the outside world, on the inside...He was hurting beyond belief.

Eventually, Akiko moved away with her family. Kaito didn't really bully (Y/n), per se, after that day. But he always made sure to annoy him in whatever way was possible. Like today, when he acted like the perfect student in front of the class, receiving praise and glory from his teacher and fellow students alike. It pissed (Y/n) off, but he kept his cool. Thankfully for him, Bakugo was a good way of focusing his thoughts on something else. Like right now, as (Y/n) listened to music through one ear, Bakugo was going on about some party that happened last week. (Y/n) wasn't really listening, but it was still nice to have the noise.

Bakugo: "...And remember last Thursday when I said Masayuki had invited me to her party, and I asked if you wanted to come along. And you said that you're 'not really feeling it' which I still call bullshit on, by the way."

(Y/n): "I'm sorry, where are you going with this?"

Bakugo: "Dude! Come on, Deku! I'm just saying have some fun! Come to a party with me! We'll get drunk and meet chicks! Not be stuck playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate on my Nintendo Switch!"

(Y/n): "Hey, last time I checked, you were the one who wanted to play it."

Bakugo: "Well, yeah, duh! It's Smash bros. You're, like, gotta play that with your bros. It's basically a requirement. But that doesn't matter! What matters is getting you a girlfriend!"

(Y/n): "Girlfriend?! How did we go from talking about going to a party to girlfriends?"

Bakugo: "Because you need one. Trust me, (Y/n). Once you get with a girl, you...You just can't reach a high like that again."

(Y/n): [Sighs] "Great. Here we go again..."

And thus began yet again another tale of the time Bakugpo went to a party his older brother was holding where he 'got with an older woman', as he liked to put it anyway. (Y/n) sometimes wondered how much of this story was true. But he decided to never fully dwell on it. He knew Bakugo's older brother was basically just Bakugo but, well, older. So the information he gave about the party seemed legit. But when it came to the whole 'older girl' part, (Y/n) was sceptical. Nonetheless, he allowed his friend to run off with it. (Y/n) instead returning his focus to the music playing in his ears as the pair continued on their journey.

Eventually, the duo parted ways, however, Bakugo asked if (Y/n) wanted to hit up an arcade near the station, but (Y/n) had to pass, he needed to get home to check on his mother, which Bakugo surely understood. So a fist bump later and the pair separated, Bakugo going off to the arcade whilst (Y/n) headed home. As he did so, (Y/n) placed his second earbud on and allowed the music to take his mind away. So as the songs took the main of his brain, (Y/n) made his way through the busy city. Walking along crowded sidewalks and hopping on busy buses. Eventually, there was just a few blocks between him and his home.

The young boy could now be seen walking along a secluded park, about to walk underneath a small tunnel that would bring him within just a straight road of his home. Before he reached it, however, (Y/n) slid off his yellow backpack down one of his arms and reached his hand into the bag. The familiar texture of textbooks and empty food wrappers was brushed passed until he finally found the item he was looking for. A still and cautious expression was quick to find (Y/n)'s face as a small green notepad entered the world. The noticeable words 'Hero Analysis for the Future No.2'. As (Y/n)'s gaze crawled over the words...A cold exterior appeared on his face.

It wasn't because the words brought him to anger. Or the low temperatures outside were causing a similar appearance to form across his person. He merely grew this way because every time he looked at this book he was reminded of his brother. You see, when Izuku was alive. Despite his lack of a Quirk, the young boy always saw hope that he would still be able to become a hero, just like the person he looked up to, All Might. Izuku was so fueled by this belief that he even started writing books about certain information he had gathered from all the heroes he observed. (Y/n) would always playfully tease his brother about it. Izuku would only laugh.

But these days, whenever (Y/n) saw this book, he grew spiteful inside. But not at his brother, but at himself. Writing in this very book was the last thing Izuku did before going to sleep that night long ago, before eventually waking up alongside (Y/n) and...Well, you already know what happened. But despite how angry, how aggravated (Y/n) got whenever he opened this book, he couldn't help but do it. Whether it was just to imagine the voice of Izuku speaking out the words he had once written down, or if it was a cruel self-punishment to remind (Y/n) that he had failed...and a declaration that he wouldn't fail again.

Just having this thought come to mind yet again was all it took for (Y/n) to suddenly stop, a few meters away from the entrance of the tunnel. As he stood there, he silently lowered his head and started to read the words his little brother had written years ago.

"He always protects and saves innocent people with a huge smile. That's one of the things I love about All Might. He's kind, and caring. No matter how he really is. He's always looking out for the little guy. Whenever I ask Mom if I could be a hero, she never responds to me. She just cries and hugs me. I wish...I wish she would tell me what I really wanted to hear. Anyway, I know that one day, when I finally meet All Might, I'll ask him to if I can be a hero, even though I don't have a Quirk. After all...Both me and (Y/n) are going to be heroes together, so I have to grow strong, for him..."

As (Y/n)'s eyes finally reached the end of the sentence it was clear the words had an effect on him. Tears beginning to build up in his eyes was the first noticeable feature. Quickly the young boy coughed and regained his composure. Using the crop of his uniform to wipe away the tears. Once they were gone, and he could clearly see again, (Y/n) returned his eyes back down to the subsection Izuku wrote. Though this time around, his eyes were focused on one part in particular.

"After all...Both me and (Y/n) are going to be heroes together, so I have to grow strong, for him..."

This time, a soft smile and a loose chuckle escaped his lips.

(Y/n): "...You never had to grow strong for me. I...I was the one who wasn't strong enough for you."

Those words were like a bolder being slammed against his body in the very moment they left his mouth. They didn't have to be said for (Y/n) to know them, but in his own, sad, way, he felt it was necessary to speak them. If only to push him further so no one else would be hurt ever again. That the hopeful smiles of all children would continue to live on...Like they did with Izuku. A sudden glimpse of Izuku's young smiling face suddenly appeared before (Y/n)'s eyes. As soon as it did, (Y/n) opened them immediately, instantly bringing him back to reality. It wasn't new to have 'visions' of his little brother, but having them reach him in such a vulnerable time was the worse of it.

A deep intake of air later and (Y/n) was ready to move on into the dark tunnel. Unbeknownst to him, however, that vulnerable state he had felt just moments ago was not a fluke. For as he ascended further into the shadows, his mind continued to be occupied with the thoughts of his little brother as he clung tightly to his book, from behind, a looming figure started to form from the sewer lid attached to the ground. It wasn't much longer until a sudden feeling started to rise within (Y/n). The mature young male instantly coming to a stop. A look of knowing. One surrounded by anger quickly formed as he turned his head. This time. however, the anger wasn't directed at himself.

...It was focused on the being behind him. A towering creature made of thick green liquid could be seen sporting a wicked grin as he contorted his body in place. The look on his eyes showcased he was up to no good. But whereas most others would be frightened by such a thing, (Y/n) was not. He had nothing to be afraid of anymore. That's what'd make him the perfect hero. That is, if he wanted to be a hero anymore. He didn't. Heroes were weak. Not in strength or agility. But in the one thing that matters... Getting the job done. And today, it seemed (Y/n) was starting with disposing of an oversized piece of snot.

"What is this I have found? A medium-sized invisibility cloak...I'm going to enj--"

(Y/n): "You a villain?"

"Huh? What?"

(Y/n): [Sighs and mutters] "Not this shit again." [Turns to the villain] "Are you a villain?!"

[Cackles] "What does it matter to you?"

(Y/n): "It matters. Because..." [Rolls up sleeves] "...I don't do this to people who don't deserve it..."

"Hahaha! Who do you think you are, little boy? Some kind of hero?"

(Y/n): "No. I don't think I'm a hero...I'm better."

An unknown amount of time passed after (Y/n) spoke those words. At first, it appeared like not much had happened...Until suddenly the villain's body exploded with a powerful boom, filling the air instantly. Within seconds his gooey body was plastered across every single inch of that dark tunnel. And it was all because of (Y/n). As the point of view fell back on the young boy, (Y/n) could be seen standing there as cool and unphased as he was before. Smoke slowly rose from his hand as trickles of black and green chaotic energy zapped around his wrist. His hair with a similar colour softly blew with the wind as he now saw through to the other side of the tunnel he had entered through moments ago.

The villain was previously blocking his view of the light outside, but now that his was in a million pieces, it allowed (Y/n) to form a sudden shocked look on his face when he saw, standing at the end of the tunnel, none other then the very person his brother had looked up to...the number one pro hero...All Might. His large smile still everpresent, even with his entire body and face covered with pieces of the slime villain. This would definitely make an interesting story for both involved. But what this moment would make even better for...was the unlikely dark origin of a boy...Who would one day become person to save this dark world and put an end to the nightmares...Forever.

[Okay, there we have the first chapter back up and running! I hope everything was in here as I'm going off photos sent to me by some awesome people so i can bring this book back to you all. Let me know if there's stuff that doesn't make sense, like parts missing. Anywho, with this book having to be redone on a complete new account, I don't expect it to gather the attention it did originally on my old account. But, still, if you did enjoy, feel free to vote and comment as it'd be great to see this book get back to the popularity it had previously. 

Nevertheless, with this book going forward, I plan to release the old chapters every few days. I all twelve, so, they'll definitely be coming your way. Once I get the twelfth out, it'll be back to weekly uploads. Until then! I hope you enjoy the ride ahead! I can't wait to return to where we left off previously! So, with that being said, thanks for reading, you're all amazing readers and I hope I can deliver you great stories on this account as well. So, yeah, thanks for reading and I'll see you all again in a few days~]