Izuku was a normal boy born when normality was seen as unnatural. Most people around his age would have already awakened an ability known as a Quirk. Izuku was one of those few people who didn't, but he was a dreamer. He wanted to be a hero like his idol, All Might. Being a hero in this modern day took courage, perseverance, willpower, and strength. The sad truth was that at six years old, Izuku only had three of those things.
For almost two years, Izuku had endured bullying not just from his old friends but from most of the school. It ranged from snide remarks to beatings. As long as no authority figures saw them, no one would get in trouble. Sadly, even if they were caught, most teachers would turn a blind eye to their actions.
To Izuku's surprise, today was pretty good. Nothing bad had been said about him to his face, no one tripped him in the halls, and his favorite librarian, Miss BB, was working today.
Izuku was in the library searching for an interesting book about heroes. He was in the history section, looking through his favorite hero subject: Number 1 Heroes of the Past. The biographie of Turquoise King, the tale of Flight Knight, and the escapades of Cyber Kite caught his interest.
But sadly, he had already read these books three times each. He was looking for something fresh to quench his thirst for hero knowledge. As the boy turned, readers finally got a good look at him. He was a very short child with messy green hair. His eyes were a faded green, as if the life was being sucked out of them. His clothes were pretty much what you would expect from a fanboy like him: All Might proudly posed on his red T-shirt, with the words 'I am here' in huge letters across the bottom half of the shirt. His shorts were some off-brand cargo shorts in a shade of tan that looked almost green. Bandages were everywhere across his visible skin—on his arms, his legs; there was even one on his nose.
Izuku began to approach Miss BB, the librarian. She was a beautiful young woman with purple hair and big purple eyes, giving her an almost witch-like aesthetic in her clothing. As he finally got within speaking distance, Miss BB noticed him. 'Oh, Izuku, are you having trouble finding something hero-related to read?' The question was pretty self-explanatory; she doubted there was a hero-related book that Izuku hadn't read in this place. Izuku timidly nodded as Miss BB began to think about the best book she could suggest to him.
Then she remembered that Izuku had never explored the mythology section of the library. 'Izuku, if you go to section 7, shelf 63, there should be stories of heroes you might be interested in.' Izuku, still standing a bit of a distance away, nodded and slowly skittered off to find her suggestion. Miss BB sighed as she recalled the history of the school's most bullied student.
Izuku was quirkless, a term given to people who don't have an enhanced ability that makes them unique. Even though 80% of the population of the planet is quirkless, most of them are in their twilight years. Any child born quirkless nowadays has a quirk factor; most scientists believe that quirkless people under the age of thirty need a special stimulus to activate their quirk. Even then, most modern people believe that being quirkless makes them less human because they don't have the defining attribute of the modern day.
In a society that values one attribute of a person to the point that individuals can be shunned if their quirk is undesirable in any way—be it appearance, characteristics, or the quirk itself—it's no wonder that children raised in this environment can be so cruel to someone they see as useless.
Miss BB sighed as she analyzed Izuku's circumstances again. Izuku's father is currently in America, even then Izuku's Parents are really nice. Even in his absence Izuku's father sends Izuku all kinds of hero memorabilia. The only reason Izuku hasn't been sent to a different school is that not many schools accept quirkless children, and the closest school that would accept him is pretty far from here.
"Sigh, he's going to break soon. His eyes just don't shine the way they used to."
Izuku wandered through the shelves of books, comics, manga, and other assorted items. Finally, he found section 7, shelf 63. As he walked down the aisle, he read the titles of multiple books: *The Legend of Lancelot*, *Who is Percival?*, *What is Calibern*, and *The Life of Mordred Pendragon*. Those were just some of the notable books. Izuku knew who Lancelot was, so that wasn't all that interesting. The other two books also looked interesting, but the one that really grabbed him was *The Life of Mordred Pendragon*.
Picking up the book, Izuku took it to his favorite reading spot—a place where he could hide from the world: section 15, the CD aisle. sitting in the corner Izuku makes himself comfortable and begins his adventures in the kingdom of Camelot.
Times skip
On his way home from the school library, Izuku was met with an unfortunate event. "I knew my luck was too good today," he said to himself as he wondered how bad the beating would be. In front of him stood his old friend Katsuki and his gang of underlings. They'd gotten bigger lately, swelling from just three to the present seven. Izuku wasn't even going to fight back at this point; it was a futile endeavor. He knew that if he resisted, it would just make things worse.
Right as he was about to completely give up resistance, Izuku saw a hero pass by the alleyway. This was his chance—not to be a hero, but to finally have someone save him. "Hey, help me, please!" Izuku called, hoping to get some assistance. He knew this might ruin his old friend's chances of becoming a hero, but he didn't care; he was hurting too much.
As he called for salvation, he was met with rejection. The hero looked into the alley, saw a bunch of kids, and looked away.
Now, I don't fault the hero; he probably just thought it was a game. But to a fragile child who had faced rejection after rejection and was unable to trust most authority figures, that was the turning point—the snap. Izuku's eyes lost all light. In a moment, he was gone. Something had changed; Izuku wasn't Izuku anymore. His hair turned white, his skin tanned and kept darkening, almost turning black. His pupils transformed into gold, and his emotionless eyes stared blankly at his assailant.
But no one noticed this change, because a cloud just so happened to pass overhead, leaving the whole area engulfed in a shade of darkness.
"Grab the Deku and bring that loser over here so we can practice," Katsuki ordered his goons. "I got an explosive punch I want to try out." Two of the child thugs moved toward the dead-eyed Izuku. But before they could lay their hands on him, kitchen knives appeared out of nowhere, floating above their heads. The boys froze, except for Katsuki.
"Hey, loser! I don't know who did you ask to save a loser like you from us!" shouted Katsuki, explosions popping in his hands. He swiped at the knife above him, using his quirk to shatter it into pieces. Metal shards flew through the air, and Katsuki smiled confidently. But before he could continue his yelling, the clouds finally moved away, revealing a new person in front of them. He looked like Izuku, but that wasn't quite accurate.
Katsuki was about to ask what happened to his Punching bag When he saw the shards of metal protruding from the skin of the white haired boy. it was everywhere, his arms, his legs, his shoulder, and the big one sticking out of his forehead. He stared in Horror as the white haired boy reached up, gripped the metal shard and ripped it out of his forehead. The metal shards disappeared along with the floating Blades. The bullies watched as golden liquid Trickled across his body. They formed veiny patterns that looked almost unnatural. The white haired boy took a step forward, and the bullies took a step back, even Katsuki. More knives appeared in the air, forming a cloud above their heads. The bullies took off, running even Katsuki cursing and screaming all the way.
The white-haired boy made the knife disappear. As he stood there silently, the Liquid dripping down his body slowly turned red, his hair turned blonde, his skin returned to normal, and his eyes turned bright green. The currently blonde-haired boy looked at the blood dripping across his body and angrily stomped his foot hard on the ground. 'Where am I? I was just about to fight Father so I could become king! Why am I so short? Why am I covered in blood? Uhhh, I'm so confused!' All the screaming eventually alerted someone, and a hero was called.