"And in other news, several quirkologists and pediatricians have been reported missing around the Kyoto prefecture, Hosu City, and Musutafu Ward. The police  are frantically searching for the suspects, but-" Izuku turned the television off while he lazed around on the couch. He was scratching his neck where the stitches had been applied while his mother was in the kitchen. He tugged unconsciously on one snippet of surgical string while his mother cooked them dinner.

"Izuku dear, I don't think you should be picking at it. It's only been a few hours and I'm not quite sure you would like to get it re-stitched" She scolded from across the counter as the boy cringed. Having his head sewed back onto his neck was not an experience he was excited to re-live. In fact, the boy was borderline traumatized from the happening.

"A-Alright" Izuku replied weakly, it wasn't that the string keeping his head on was irritating or anything. It was just that his neck felt extremely stiff, for one it didn't have the same feeling that it had when he was "Quirkless" but, it was just one of the few gripes he now had.

Other than that, it felt prickly. The base of his neck and the bottom half of his head felt like they were both being lightly electrocuted. When he asked the doctor about it though. The man merely replied with "It's because of your sentient blood. My child, it flows without any need of a pulmonary organ. So it would naturally move around even if something is on it"

Izuku was starting to miss carrying his own head if it meant relieving him of this nuisance. He could barely turn his neck around before he could feel the pain of the thin strings tugging at his flesh. It was not a pleasant experience.

Izuku couldn't get much sleep that night. He could feel the prickly movements of the tiny cells within his blood slosh around his neck area. It didn't help much that whenever he turned there was a pang of pain in his neck. It bugged him for the most part, but seeing his mother slightly calm down after the whole headless fiasco was worth it.

>Break

Izuku was nervous. Not only did he have to go back to school, which was the main reason on why he found his quirk out. But he knew that he was definitely going to be bombarded with questions. He was the headline when he saved Katsuki from the sludge villain. He saw his black and green hair fly across the screen and his body stumble across the sidewalk while onlookers pointed in shock and terror. And Izuku had all the reasons to be scared. Well, he thinks it would be an utter disaster when he comes back to school. But he can't help but be optimistic.

He had a quirk for crying out loud, A QUIRK! He was one of the 80% of lucky people to receive a special power or property. Though, some stronger than others. Izuku was already late, and he saw small sparks of explosions when he crossed the gate. The boy took a big gulp of saliva as he trudged down the hall, he definitely had enough pains on his neck to realize that going to school right after an operation with a fresh wound probably wasn't the best idea.

He knocked on the door three times, gripping onto the straps of the bright yellow bag. He took in one last deep breath before sliding open the door to meet the class all perk up and stare at his direction.

'Oh god' Izuku thought to himself while he took a scratch at the stitchings on his neck.

"Ah, Good morning Midoriya. Hope you're feeling well today. Please take your seat." The teacher instructed once he entered.

Izuku could feel the judgemental gazes his classmates gave him. It really made him squirm. He took his seat and put his yellow bag by his desk. But for some reason, Izuku felt different. He could feel the malicious aura Katsuki was enveloping him in, Izuku took a glance back and saw the boy glaring daggers at him. It was kinda expected, since he knew that katsuki was pissed that he helped him out during the whole slime fiasco.

But what Izuku didn't expect was that some of his classmates actually warming up to him.

"Hey Izuku, your quirk's pretty cool" a classmate whispered to izuku before he gave him a fake smile. He wasn't really that ready for praise, especially when they were praising his quirk. Izuku didn't feel quite happy though, it was because of his classmates and peers that Izuku found his quirk out. It was terribly unfortunate on how he discovered his quirk. But Izuku pressed on with a weak and fake smile as a reply.

The boy found that his classmates only treated him nicely the moment they found out about his quirk. Well, if you consider one part of your quirk as the truth then they really are just judgmental people. Izuku has seen this type of person so many times before during the span of his elementary days. But why does a lack of a quirk mean the lack of humanity. It was almost as if he was useless without it.

A small part of him deep down agreed. It was painful, yes, but Izuku can somewhat make sense of what they keep telling him. Izuku sometimes wonders if he was better off gone from this world, if it would make it somewhat of a better place if he was away. If he was just a waste of valuable space. It pained him to think of this, especially since he was surrounded with all these fake people. Only acknowledging him when he got his quirk. It irked him at first, but what could he do? Izuku doesn't have any special abilities other than he could not die and have no heart, he didn't have a flashy and cool quirk. Izuku knows that flashier is better, but in a way, he was content with his quirk. Not happy. Content.

Soft tears slid down from his eyes as the lecture went on, Izuku wiped ever so often as to not draw any suspicion. He took a few glances back and forth to check if anyone saw him crying. He gave a relieved sigh when he saw no one had noticed. But it did not help that Bakugou was still glaring daggers at him. Izuku took a quick glance at the explosive ash-blonde. The scarlet eyed bomb was visibly pissed, from his body language right down to his face.

Izuku winced when the boy set off a small explosion in his palm. Memories of pained sparks engulfed Izuku's thoughts once more. His breathing got hitched, his head was getting hurt once more. It was like being in between a vice, Izuku laid his head on his palms. He tried focusing and keeping calm but everything was just so much. All that happened to him in just a span of a few days was suffocating. It wasn't helping that Katsuki was just sitting there, menacingly. Izuku's eyes were damp again, his head swirling in a fit of pain. The boy was just about ready to throw up... Until.

"Hey, You okay there Midoriya?" a classmate asked him with a soft smile. Izuku fought the urge to frown. he took a moment to collect himself before responding.

"N-No, I'm fine" Izuku mumbled just low enough for his classmate to hear it. Said classmate shrugged in response. 'Typical' Izuku thought to himself. The boy had been meek and timid all his life. But, nothing can keep him from thinking his thoughts. Oh, all the times he dreamt of beating Katsuki up with All Might's quirk. Izuku relished those few moments in his mind. Though it may seem morbid at times, but Izuku never minded. He was already mentally unstable the moment he had thoughts about ending himself, so why would this be any different?

It was engulfing him, all these mixed emotions he was feeling at the time made him want to hurl. He took a few glances around him once again. Good, no one was paying attention to him. Izuku timidly raised his hand and asked for permission to go to he bathroom. To which the teacher replied with yes.

>Break

Izuku rushed himself to the bathroom, all the swirls in his head and the cold sweat he felt just got to him. Izuku hurled out his pent up emotions in the form of vomit in the public school toilet. He quickly wiped off any trace with tissue paper.  Izuku walked up towards the mirror after throwing up his breakfast. He looked at himself, he scowled.

'Look at yourself, pathetic as ever' he angered himself for a moment until he realized that his thoughts were correct. 'I bet without this quirk, it would be so much easier' He cursed himself. Izuku was not supposed to have these kinds of thoughts.

The boy was already blessed with the one thing he had alway been dreaming of: A quirk. But why did it feel so underwhelming? Sure, he was denied of death. And that was a pretty astonishing quirk on its own. But what could he ever do on the battlefield? Die and come back a second time? Third time? Fourth time?

Izuku was a distraction at best, yet why did he feel so vulgar at this fact? Like he was in denial when it was in-fact true. It sickened him to his core, inner turmoil being the only thing that keeps him up at night.

Izuku remembered the day he tried to make up for his sins. He tried wiping himself off the earth so a much more gifted child could replace him. But when Izuku was at his darkest, his quirk had managed to save him. Save him? That wasn't quite right. Izuku doesn't feel saved. Izuku feels...condemned to this place. A curse he had rather extinguished as soon as possible. Only a handful of people actually cared for him. And even they themselves look at him with pity. Like every misfortune on this world had accumulated into one person.

It was sickening to think of really, but they were right. Izuku is not the type of person to think highly of himself. But he does in fact know that his quirk should be given to someone else. It wasn't that he isn't thankful for a quirk that denied him death, it was more on application. Izuku doesn't feel like he deserves something like this. Izuku doesn't feel like he deserves anything really. He was just empty. Both in heart and soul.

Taking one last breath and a back glance to the mirror, Izuku walked out the bathroom. Emotional fits like that only occur every so often, Izuku is lucky that everyone just decides to ignore him. All the better so he could disappear easily. But his quirk denied him of that as well.

He entered back into the classroom. Barely noticed by anyone as he slid in as unsuspectingly as ever. He hopes things would get better, but nothing really does.
Izuku can't help but be pessimistic, he knows that it's the only thing he can really do.

>Break

"Child, what do you have for me today?" An ominous voice emanated through the static of a video screen.

"Oh! U-uh.. S-Sensei! There is a child around musutafu ward who has a frost breath q-quirk" the meek man responed while he shuffled the files in his hand haphazardly.

"Do not test my patience boy, only show me the interesting ones" the voice now known as sensei spat venomously.

"Oh-A-AH! Of c-course sensei! Err..." the short and fragile man on the other line, fumbled around the papers and records before he picked up a select few.

"H-How about a child with an explosion quirk? H-He was l-last located around the kyouto suburban area."

"Unnecessary, I can simulate the effect with ease using other quirks." Sensei replied.

"O-oh! But of course!" He flipped his folder to the next one and proceeded to find another mildly interesting quirk.

"A-A child that can take his head off and has sentient blood" a quick readjustment of his glasses and a slight cough escaped his throat as he spoke. The man has always been nervous whenever he speaks to sensei, by no means does he have the privilege to commit a mistake. He was the 47th replacement for a reason, so he had to achieve perfection to survive.

"Sentient blood? Interesting" a slight intrigued voice started to show from the video screen, something he was relieved to hear.

"Oh! Uhh.. Y-Yes! Unfortunately, the child has little to no documentation and information about his quirk. Everything that I had read was all the data on his file" he replied, the man had gone white. If sensei was going to be disappointed, then that would cost him his life.

"Shame, do you know who the quirkologist is?" Sensei asked, which relieved the man slightly. But he wasn't off the hook just yet.

"Oh-Oh! Its Dr. Nagusaka" he said, the man scratched head for a moment. "He keeps personal audio logs of the patient in particular, strange to say the least" nothing on the file said that the boy had a strange quirk, well. Blood alterations were rare, so that might've sparked Sensei's interest. But what strikes him the most was that the boy didn't have/ barely had any information on his quirk. But the doctor decided it would be fine for him to record it for his personal uses, nothing really made sense.

"Oh! Interesting.... what is the name of this child?" Sensei questioned.

"Izuku Midoriya" the man responded. "15 years of age, and no siblings. Surprisingly, he had his quirk registered a few days ago" he stated in a baffled thought.

"Ah, interesting.... play the audio logs" sensei said,  didn't even need to see his face to know that the man was smirking

"Alright" the man said as he took the cassette from his bag and shuffled a bit before he inserted it into the player.

A few moments of static played through, until the familiar voice of the doctor emanated through the room.

[Log date 11/19/XX. Log number 46. Subject 008. Name: Midoriya Izuku. Age:15 Gender: Male. Quirk: Mugen]

Both men listened intently at the word of a dead doctor.

[It has been apparent that the boy will not be able to live a normal life with such quirk. I may have only delayed the inevitable by providing minimal information on his quirk. But my conscience would not let me rest if I did not record this magnificent quirk]

"Sensei, I'm not too sure about the mental health of this quirkologist" the man meekly added.

"Shh child, let us not question the man's mental stability. Instead, we should focus on the boy's quirk" sensei replied.

[shame his mother was against the project proposal, if I had said anymore I might be witnessing myself within the wrong end of a restraining order. *cough* jokes aside, I have a strong feeling that the boy might be more reckless with his health especially since I barely told him any information about his quirk. I did not have enough time to properly asses all the.... effects of his quirk]

[the lack of a heart was surprising at first, but it made much more sense after considering his blood does not need a pulmonary organ to function properly. His blood.... I'm not even too sure to call it that. No plasma, no white blood cells, just red blood cells. It's jarring, I would not have even noticed it if not for the few samples I microscopically photographed before it returned to the boy]

[Speaking of blood cells, it has this phenomenon where it neutralizes a threat well before it happens. As I have theorized, due to risk of infection when the boy was first decapitated. His "Quirk" has completely sealed off the bottom of his neck before so. Unfortunately his blood can only heal so much, his skeletal system is not affected by such restoring factors. It's mind boggling to think that a quirk could do that, but in today's day and age I'm starting to rethink what "Normal" means] the cassette cut back into static as the man removed the tape from the player.

"The child...he intrigues me. I wish to learn more." Sensei stated.

"O-Of course sensei" he replied while shuffling in his bag for a bit before he retrieved another cassette labeled #2

[Log date 11/19/XX. Log number 47. Subject 008. Name: Midoriya Izuku. Age:15 Gender: Male. Quirk: Mugen.]

[Part two, looking back at it now, I should have taken notice to his skin. Using the laser map, i have witnessed that the boy's skin has not aged. Though he may grow in height, weight, puberty may go on, but his skin has not shown any signs of aging. Speaking of skin, the epidermis; all the way down to the hypodermis and muscles are made up of the same material as his blood. His red blood cells have this effect where it shows similarity to iridophore cells, where the pigmentation changes. It's almost eerie to say, but. His entire body, save for his hair and bones, is made up of the same red blood cells flowing through his system]

[I have just noticed now, but his red blood cells seem to have this pseudo-sentience where mostly focuses on the circulation of nutrients and elimination of possible threats. I have never seen a quirk as strange as this. But I have not discussed the strangest part. Midoriya is immortal, as of now I cannot find anything that could effectively.... Kill the boy. As in, his blood would just dilute and completely eject any sort of poison ingested. Beheadment goes almost the same as well, his blood goes through the air as well. Like a very very faint mist flowing from one half of his neck to the other. It baffled me on how much his quirk does.] the cassette went back into its static as the room filled with silence once more.

"Is there more information on the boy?" Sensei asked.

"No, s-sorry sensei. But during the "harvest" we have accidentally burned the last cassette alongside the body" he stated with hitched breath, a mistake he had made. He knows that he should watch his words with extreme care. Or else Midoriya might not be the only one going home headless.

"I see.... Michi, find this boy. Send Quaerite and Conteret to bring the child. I expect him at my doorstep. Understand?" Sensei stated. But before Michi could even reply, sensei cut the call short.

"How did I even drag myself into this situation?" Michi asked himself with a stressed sigh. He fished his phone from his pocket, and after a few button presses, he called the pair of bounty hunters.

"Hello....Contret.... yeah, Sensei has a need for your services... where is Quaerite? Picking up ammo? ..... alright, meet me up in 30 minutes around the Kyoto prefecture, I'll give you the details there. Good day" Michi said as he sighed once more.

"I almost feel bad for the boy" he stated before leaving the shady bar.

>Break

Izuku sighed, he rested his chin on his palm. Today just wasn't his day, but when will it be? Izuku heard the bell ring before a groan escaped his mouth, he was anticipating the flood of questions and queries his classmates were about to give him. It was just a matter of time.

Soon enough, like he predicted. A classmate with rocks for hair approached him. "Hi Izuku!" He greeted. The boy responded with a weak smile and light wave.

"Sooo.... your quirk... you can take your head off? That's pretty cool" Rokku added while he pulled up a chair to talk to the boy. Izuku was fighting the urge to roll his eyes. Unfortunately, several other classmates added and started to press him about his quirk.

Izuku buried his head in between his arms, he could feel the light tug of the string keeping his act together. It wasn't that he was used to this kind of treatment, but he was only treated like a human when he received his quirk. His cursed quirk.

"Deku!" Snapping him out of his pessimistic stupor, Katsuki explosively approached. Yes, the main reason Izuku on how Izuku found his quirk has arrived. He was feeling many emotions that time.

Anger?

Disgust?

Envy?

Izuku was not sure on how he made sense of jumbled up emotions within. But he was definitely feeling something strong for Katsuki, Izuku scowled lightly under the hands covering his mouth.

"Fight me" Katsuki sneered with a malicious scowl, Izuku shot up and looked around the room to see his classmates shrugging. Their guesses were as good as his on the sudden request.

"Fuck you Deku! Fight me!" He said, one hand gripping heavily on itself making it show the whites of his knuckles. The other hand outstretched, small white sparks of his quirk forming. "We'll fight on the roof you useless prick" he cocked his head to signal Izuku should follow. The boy mentioned looked around to see his classmates starting to murmur about the situation.

'Of course' he thought to himself before he sighed and got up before he followed Katsuki. To which the boy grinned wildly, izuku knows whatever Katsuki has mind won't affect his own health. 'Why am I even doing this?' He asked himself while Katsuki trotted in front of him towards the roof's stairs. 'I guess I'm really doing this?' He asked himself once on top of the roof.

Katsuki walked to the opposite side of the roof, his form quickly going into a fighting stance. But Izuku, instead of going on a fighting stance as well, Izuku looked behind him. Izuku leaned on the railing while looking down below.

Katsuki's eyebrow twitched, what was the point in bringing him here if he just wasn't going to fight. "Ok Geek! You've got your damn quirk now, now we fight!" Katsuki yelled.

Izuku shook his head before he motioned his arm for katsuki to come closer. Izuku still had his head looking down at the ground below them. The familiar sight of construction materials and pipes had a melancholic, and almost sad vibe to them.

"What the fuck are you telling me?" Katsuki sneered.

"You know I really looked up to you when we were young" Izuku said slowly with a sigh as he scratched the border of his stitches. "You were a headstrong leader, making even high school students tremble in front of your quirk" Izuku began.

Katsuki snickered arrogantly "Of course they'd tremble. It's coz I have a damn good quirk" Katsuki stated.

"Yes, yes everybody said so. Teachers, parents, classmates, friends. Well... your friends I mean. They all seemed to love your quirk, while I just rotted away...... Kacchan, has anybody actually judged you for your quirk? Your attitude? You personality? Your language? Your temper?" Before Izuku could even finish, Katsuki intervened.

"I already hear enough from the old hag at home, i don't need you adding shit" Katsuki said. The green-haired boy chuckled bitterly, something the ash-blonde didn't expect.

"Kacchan... do you know how I found my quirk out?" Izuku asked the seemingly innocent question.

Anger still flowing within the ash-blonde, Katsuki rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Don't fucking know. It could've popped off for all I care"

"You know kacchan" Izuku started, his smile wavering for a moment before he started talking again. "That time you told me to jump off... I did... but it didn't help... Kacchan, do you really hate me that much? The world already cursed me with this atrocious quirk, i can't even kill myself correctly..." Izuku didn't notice he was crying until he felt his socks getting wet from the tears dripping down. "K-Kacchan... W-Why w-would you become a hero?" Izuku coughed away his tears before he steeled his convictions. Izuku's eyes showed rebellion, he was finally doing something he had wanted to do ever since Katsuki started bullying him.

Izuku was standing up to Katsuki.

With a sharp intake of breath and all the confidence he had mustered up for the day, Izuku yelled. "You're no hero Kacchan!" His teary red eyes spelt festering hatred. "How can someone like you be called a hero? You're nothing m-more than a bomb ready to blow!"

Katsuki stared wide-eyed at the boy, realization hit him. Katsuki had provoked a suicide attempt. But not only that, Katsuki was the reason Izuku was mostly alone. If he hadn't yelled back, Katsuki would've kicked his teeth in. But the boy pressed on, his hand formed into fists while he gave Izuku a death glare. "It was a joke you nerd. How dumb can you be to fall for a joke?" Katsuki asked, his blood boiling.

Izuku wiped most of his tears down, his smile wavering to a pained expression. "You know katsuki... i never have told you why I'm always late..." Izuku started once more.

"Huh!? Who the fuck asked you about that!?"

"For the longest time... I've been depressed... I struggle to find a reason to wake up in the morning most of the time, Kacchan... and seeing you kick someone while they're down just makes me sick... this emptiness I feel, it was replaced with disgust... disgust towards you... I can't even remember a time when I felt something that made me feel alive... I wanted out of this world... I wanted everyone to stop worrying about me... I WANTED MY MOTHER TO MOVE ON AND FORGET ABOUT ME! B-But I hesitated... several times... until just a few days ago... but look where that got me.... and here you are... an aspiring hero... sometimes I don't think the word means what it's supposed to mean" Izuku had seen the look on katsuki's face. First was denial, then pity, then finally anger... what was he supposed to be angry about?

"You sad fuck! Don't you think I already know you're depressed!" Katsuki retorted back. "I already saw that fucking fake-ass smile you put on everyday. I kick your ass everyday as a distraction... a distraction you're too dense to pick up... sometimes you need to fucking dull down your emotions fucktard! Sometimes you're just too sensitive for your own damn good. Christ! You're so stupid!" Katsuki yelled back.

The green-haired boy went bewildered. 'What kind of backwards logic does he have?' Izuku thought to himself against katsuki. The boy was taken aback from the conversation for a moment, Katsuki had provoked a suicide. But was still headset on blaming other people.

It took a moment for Izuku to recuperate. He was still stunned from the other boy's hard-headedness. He didn't actually have a response to say, Izuku was still bewildered at the other boy.

>Break

Micha walked down towards a small family-owned cafe in the Kyoto prefecture. He was gripping onto the government files of Midoriya Izuku, it wasn't very surprising to the man that the two thugs were there early. But Michi always was nervous when he had these little meetings.

"Hello again Michi" Conteret, a young man with blonde straight hair and a scar around the left side of his lip greeted with a smile.

"EYo! The boss needing us again? I hope he gives us another play-thing!" A loud and rambunctious Quaerite Greeted a as well. He had white hair with gray highlights all dripping down his hair, while he had one horn on the left side of his head. Sharp teeth filled the toothy grin he bore.

"Yes Yes, bring this child to sensei. You can do whatever you want with him since his quirk would just negate anything you would do" Michi said as he tossed the folder towards Conteret. The blonde took the folder and skimmed through the files.

"Midoriya Izuku? A child? What is his quirk, there's no info here" Conteret asked with a raised eyebrow before Quaerite snatched it from his hand.

"Oooohhh this kid looks nice... I wonder how loud he screams" the white-haired man asked with a toothy grin plastered through his face. He examined the freckles, the messy green and black hair, he saw the forest green eyes. Quaerite had to have this kid.

"Alright, I believe my friend here is getting a bit too excited" The blonde stated before smacking the head of his partner.

"Just get it done so I don't have to stress sensei taking my head" Michi said with a sigh and rubbed his temples for a moment. The headaches from stress have only gotten worse.

"When's the deadline?" Quaerite asked. Michi responded with an arm cross and a raised eyebrow.

"By the end of the month" he replied before he took off.

"Lovely" Quaerite stated while giving an animalistic grin.

"Please contain yourself this time, sensei wasn't pleased with the last catch" the blonde man stated with a disapproving tone.  He could not control his more feral friend.

"Hey hey. You think if we catch him now, we'd get to play with him for a bit?" The horned man asked with a tilt of his head.

"You and your ruthless games. You think way too much about leisure rather than the job at hand. But I do agree with you on starting this job as soon as possible" Conteret started, but his nagging was cut short by Quaerite's complaints.

"But maaaan!!! I need to feed! If I don't nab this kid, then what am I gonna eat?" He whined.

"I don't know and I don't care, anyways. Let's start" Conteret took a look at Izuku's photograph before tossing it over towards Quaerite. The horned man took a big smile before he looked intently at the boy's photograph.

Quaerite's eyes took a bloody red glowing hue before returning to his usual milky gray. "Gotcha" he exclaimed before pointing towards the northern part of the Kyoto prefecture. "He isn't far, I'd say a kilometer or two"

"Very well then. Let us hope that he will be more cooperative than the last target" Conteret stated before the two started walking towards Kyouto Elementary.

>Break

Izuku had wanted this day to go a bit better, but of course nothing went his way. The boy had the unwanted attention of his peers asking him about his limb removal quirk and whatnot, Bakugou was stating that he was his own reason of suicide, and Izuku was still being semi-harassed about him just being him. It wasn't a nice experience.

But he had to press on, only 10 more months to endure before he had to take the regional exam and possibly get into U.A. Become a hero he always wanted, and make sure that he becomes a hero, a real hero. Not like Katsuki who just wants to mash enemies heads in. A savior, someone to look up to.

But the main problem he was facing was how he could use his quirk in a fight. But that thought had to wait for home, as the boy trotted down the sidewalk towards his apartment.

Unknowing to the boy, he was being followed by two men.

"Heya kid," Izuku almost tripped before a man caught him by the shoulder. Izuku looked up to see a man with white hair, a single horn, and very sharp teeth. "Almost tasted gravel there Kiddo," he stated.

"O-Oh uhh... Th-Thanks," Izuku mumbled back, a bit embarrassed that a stranger caught him.

"Don't thank him," a voice in a crowded street made Izuku turn around for a bit before he saw uninteresting people pass by, Izuku looked back at the stranger to see him completely gone.

Then he felt the soft cloth of a handkerchief on his mouth and nose.

Then everything was white...