It was starting off as a normal day. But once again, the word "normal" was often different for a child named Midoriya Izuku.

By normal, he means; stop one of Tomura's fits and basically order him around until he finally forced the man-child to bed and then proceed to run to school. As Izuku ran to school, he couldn't help but detour the second he saw a villain attack. He was easily able to weave through the small crowd thanks to his small size.

Eyes widening in admiration and amazement, Izuku cried out. "Ah, this is going to good! It's Kamui Woods! He may be new but he's making a big name for himself!"

"When I look at that dobby grin, I know what you are. A fanboy," The man next to him says, pointing at him. Izuku ceases his amazement for a few seconds and tears his eyes away from the fight to stare at the man addressing him. Izuku pays little mind to the spikes sticking from the man's head.

"Uh, sort of..." Izuku mutters, looking away sheepishly. Tomura had always told him to dial it down, especially when near him or in public. Guess it really did show, much more than he thought. Or maybe that was because he kept muttering to himself all the time. Kamui Woods jumped on the Criminal's arm, running along it and snagging the criminal's other arm with his own one that had grown. The criminal uses Kamui's own attack against him and swings him through the air but Kamui easily lands on top of a train with grace. Izuku's eyes widen. One day, he'll definitely be just like that! He'll be strong and graceful or whatever, too! He'll be a hero too one day.

"Heroes are only in it for the fame or money," Tomura's words echo in his mind. Slightly, ever so slightly, Izuku's grin drops just a little.

"Assault, Robbery and Illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic," Kamui lists. "You are the incarnation of evil!"

"And think about it! Heroes are so cheesy! Seriously, just look at them!" Tomura's voice echoes in his head once more. It wasn't really an insult to heroes so Izuku isn't exactly phased by the memory, but he can't help but agree. Perhaps that was just a little bit too cheesy for his taste. But he was a hero so it didn't matter. He was doing the right thing and that was all that mattered.

"There! His special move!" Izuku cries, pointing to the scene.

"C'mon tree man! Try something flashy!" The man next to him cheers. In his mind, Izuku can't help but belittle the man beside him. How can trees be flashy? That was an incorrect saying given the situation. Izuku then mentally scolds himself and tells himself to shut up and not be mean.

"The premetive-!" Izuku starts.

"Binding Liquorice(?) Chain Prison!" Kamui shouts, Izuku also shouting along like a child singing to their favorite song. The villain attempts to cover his face to help protect himself from the attack, only for someone else to come flying onto the scene.

"Canyon Cannon!" A different hero screams as they kick the villain in the face, pushing him through the wall of the bridge and also pushing him off said bridge. Izuku freezes, caught in surprise. What the actual- Where the heck- When did she- Who is sh- His mind races immediately, trying to put a name to a face of the random giant hero who literally just came crashing onto the scene from no where and knocking the villain out appeared. Kamui freezes in his tracks, staring at the spot the villain had once been.

Izuku keeps his balance as the ground shakes from the impact of the two large bodies falling and landing on the ground. Izuku is then shoved to the side as various people yank their phones out to take a picture of the new hero. Izuku has a vague suspicion that they're not taking her picture just because she's a new hero.

"Fucking Vultures" as Tomura or Kacchan would call them. They were more alike than they realised. Also, wasn't that phrase just for the press? Izuku stared at all the men taking pictures and all the flashes of light.

"Money shot. Money shot. Money shot."

...No. They were "Fucking Vultures" too. They were enough like the press.

"Piece of cake for the World's next Hottest Hero. Hi there everyone, I'm Mount Lady. And you don't have to worry about this bum anymore," Mount Lady introduced herself with a wink. Izuku gagged, turning away. What the actual hell? Losing interest immediately, Izuku began walking away. The man beside him stared at him, but makes no move to talk to him.

She was obviously a hero for publicity, that much Izuku could tell almost instantly. A small spark of hatred flared in Izuku but he ignored it. It was so small it was practically it non-existent, but still there nonetheless. He was aware of his hatred he had for people like that, but he didn't like focusing on it or even expressing his hatred. It didn't really suit him and as weird as it may sound, he hated feeling hatred, which was honestly quite a weird feeling. Which was probably why he never chose to focus on that feeling anyways.

Izuku pulls his notebook out and begins sketching a small drawing of Mount Lady. While he already may not like her, she still had a useful quirk. It was definitely an amazing one. It had a lot of uses, but at the same time a lot of disadvantages. For starters, if she couldn't control the height she grew to, she wouldn't be able to fight in small places, making her ineffective in fights where she couldn't use her quirk as much. On top of that, she'd be unable to reach certain areas due to her size. But in that case, she could just shrink and then reach the area at her normal size before turning into a giant again. At the same time, she'd be terribe for undercover missions. Her quirk literally made her the center of attention and if you're undercover, then that's instantly mission over. As Izuku mumbled to himself, he absentmindedly kept on the path to school.

Izuku was happy for small miracles. They may be small, but honestly they were all he could ever get. Big miracles never came, but at least the small ones appeared here and there. Far better than nothing. Small miracles included missing confrontations or small embarrassments or in some case, being able to avoid being beat up. The latter was the best miracle.

But of course his miracles never lasted. They never did and he never really expected them to. Life was against him and Lady of Luck seemed to hate his guts most days, especially when it was raining. Hopefully, one day she would be on his side.

Just... Not today.

Izuku stared at his smoking notebook in the hands of one ticked Katsuki Bakugo.

"Ka-kacchan..." Izuku whimpered, inwardly praying his actual notes hadn't been harmed by the blast of the explosion. He had worked so hard on all those notes, so much that they had practically been ingrained. Though, even if they had been ingrained, there would always be a few notes that he would forget and it was good to keep them on record if he ever needed them. Katsuki chucked the notebook out the open window behind him. Izuku screeched, staring in despair at the window like it had just shattered his dreams. Katsuki placed a hand on Izuku's shoulder, his hand smoldering with smoke. Izuku inwardly screeched, staring at Katsuki's hand in fear, not knowing whether Katsuki would attempt to blow his arm up or not.

"Do me a favor. Don't apply to U.A, Nerd," Katsuki growled, a sickening sweet grin on his face. He pulled his hand away and began walking away.

"I-I can apply if I want to!" Izuku shouted, gathering all the courage he could muster. Katsuki turned to face him, half way to the door and an annoyed sneer on his face.

"Quirkless losers like you can't become fucking heroes. Just save yourself the trouble. But hey! If you want a Quirk so badly, just throw yourself off the fucking roof and hope to get one in the next life!" Katsuki shouted, his lackeys in front of him snickering at his words. Izuku froze, blood running cold.

"Y-you shouldn't joke about things like that, Kacchan..." Izuku muttered loud enough for him to hear.

"Who said I was joking?" Explosions rippled in Katsuki's hand as he sneered at Izuku. Izuku's eyes widened, before his head lowered and a shadow fell over his eyes. Izuku picked up his bag and began walking to the other door at the front of the room, deciding not to say anything else. He figured Kacchan would probably get mad at him for ignoring him, but honestly Izuku didn't care.

Tomura would be annoyed if he was late coming back anyways. He didn't have anymore time to waste here for something like this. Katsuki stared at Izuku as he left, a shadow blocking his eyes from sight. Katsuki huffed but said nothing, his own face going eerily unreadable, but eyes calculating.

'Just you fucking wait, Shitty Deku, I'll find out what you're fucking hiding,' Katsuki thought, before turning back to his lackeys, a sneer back on his face.

Izuku stared at his notebook in the Koi pond.

"My dreams have become Fish Food," he sighed. To think, all the hard work and the late nights thinking and analyzing... It was nothing but overcooked fish food now. Izuku pulled his notebook from the pond, inwardly hoping that his work could still be salvaged somewhat. He'd have to re-do all the work he had done in another notebook, most likely.

He began his walk home (or rather, his second home), flipping through the pages of his notebook as he did so. He vaguely recalled the days him and Kacchan weren't actually enemies, but rather, friends. Close ones, at that.

-0

"Hey, Deku, what the fuck are you doing? Let's fucking go already!" Kacchan shouted, frowning at him. Izuku looked up from his notes.

"Huh? What?" He mumbled, having not been paying any attention to his surroundings.

"C'mon! We're gonna be late! What are you even doing, nerd?" Kacchan asked, walking up to him. He pushed the edge of the book down so he could see what Izuku had been writing. Despite already being a few inches taller than Izuku, Katsuki was unable to see due to him having shoved the book so close to his face. "What is this?"

"Hero notes! I've been studying all the different heroes and writing about them!" Izuku explained enthusiastically.

"Hero notes? What the fuck?" Kacchan scoffed. "I already told you. You don't need no other damn heroes, you already have me!"

"I know, I know," Izuku laughed, scratching his neck sheepishly. "But it's good to make notes on them since one day I might be able to fight alongside them!"

"Stupid Deku," Kacchan mumbled, frowning at him. He chose not to comment on Izuku's Quirkless status. Perhaps that wouldn't stop him after all. "You better have me in there. You know I'm gonna be the best fucking hero around!"

"Of course! See, you're in the first pages! You even use up four pages while all the other heroes only use up two," Izuku gestured to his book, having flipped through to the front to show Katsuki the picture of himself and all the notes Izuku had made on him. Kacchan took (snatched) the notebook from him, eyes scanning through all the notes Izuku had gathered on him.

The next No.1 Hero!

Bakugo Katsuki.

Quirk: Explosions.

Izuku stared at Kacchan nervously, the boy having not reacted for a while now. He had switched through the four pages repeatedly, intense eyes staring down at the chicken scrawls that was Izuku's messy writing. Katsuki scoffed, handing the book back to Izuku.

"Not bad," He mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. "Also, damn right I'm gonna be the next number one hero, just you fucking watch."

"I will," Izuku hummed, shoving his notebook into his bag and catching up to Katsuki. He grinned at him. "You'll be the next number one hero for sure!"

"Damn straight. You better keep those fucking notes updated, you'll bloody need them," Kacchan grumbled. Izuku's grin widened and he nodded.

"I'll do that too!"

-0

Izuku opened his charred notebook, staring at the slightly damaged first page.

Bakugo Katsuki.

He stared at the doodle and notes written across the page and sighed.

"Silly Kacchan, you damaged your own page..." He muttered and with another sigh, closed his book. His mind drifted off to All Might, his Idol. Any sign of misery or depression faded away instantly as he began to imitate All Might's laugh. That's right! All he had to do was keep his head high and smile, just like All Might and everything would surely work out!

Izuku raised his fist into the air, laughing loudly as he stepped through the tunnel. The sound of metal hitting the concrete made him stop, turning around in slight curiosity and fear as to what the sound was. The manhole to the sewer had been blown off by something, but Izuku couldn't see what had done it. As if on cue, a ball of green slime shot out of the hole. Izuku screeched, turning to run away and get far away as possible just as the very same Green Sludge constricted him, the impact heavy on his back. Izuku heaved, the air having been knocked out of him. His notebook dropped to the floor as the wet slimy green thing began to suffocate him.