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No one's POV
Your life's timeline can change by making one small choice. Who would have guessed that one kids choice would end with him in the history books?
Izuku Midoriya, most commonly known as Deku, was a quirkless middle school kid who was bullied by everyone but he had a dream to become a hero. Everyone reminded him that dream was never going to be a reality. On his way home from school one day he finds a black metal pipe and decides to take it home for some reason. While he's crossing under a bridge the ground starts shaking and a villain appears out of no where. Midoriya's body moves on it's own and he takes the villain down with the metal pipe. Once he's sure he's safe he runs home. Midoriya just sits in his room enjoying the adrenaline rush from the attack. Midoryia decides that he will save people even if he can never be a hero.
Midoriya's POV
I jump and kick in the air while simultaneously swinging my pipe at a tree but somewhere I had miss calculated something and ended up smacking myself in the head with the pipe and falling flat on my back. I heard a rustle behind me and look around excepting to be my mother telling me it was time for dinner but then the memories of finding her body in her bedroom come flooding back to me. All I see when I look around is the playground at the park I am living at. I tried to stay in a shelter but soon everyone knew me as a kid who was reported missing and it was no longer safe to stay places with anyone else. I groan as I push myself up and off the ground while my head is throbbing. I push past the pain and try the trick move again this time executing and landing it perfectly. I continue to train until nightfall when I go to find some "privacy" in the hut on the playground so I can sleep.
Bakugou's POV
I was the last one in my family to hear the news that Inko was dead. As I was left to sit with the thoughts of losing someone close to me guilt washes over me for bullying that damn nerd everyday. Why am I feeling guilty? It is true that it's to dangerous to be a hero without a quirk but why was I always so damn rude about it? Soon after hearing the news about Inko everyone had realized that no one had seen Deku since she died. He soon became a top priority missing persons case. A few months have passed and there was still no sign of Deku anywhere but I have to push past the worry and guilt because I have my UA enterance exams today.
"KATSUKI GET OUT THE DOOR NOW OR YOUR GOING TO MISS YOUR EXAM!"
"IM GOING OLD HAG!!"
I yell at my mom not out of disrespect but because that's how our relationship has always worked. As I walk to UA my eyes get caught on some graffiti on a brick wall. It was of a green mask that looked like a bunny. As I keep walking I start to think about how that suspiciously looked like the damn nerds original and pathetic hero outfit design. Once I arrive at UA I push all those thoughts behind me and focus on the test.
*Time Skip*
"Katsuki there's a letter for you from UA high."
"Thanks old man."
I casually say and grab it for him. When I open it I just stand there, speechless. I had made it into UA. I say I got in with no emotion in my voice. However once I'm in my room excitement takes over me. As much as I hate to show emotions I couldn't stop these ones from coming out. I am going to Japans #1 hero school.
Midoriya's POV
Days started to blur into weeks and weeks into months. I had gotten really good and hand to hand combat and with my free time had continued my hero analysis books. About 10 months have passed since I was reported missing and everyone has no clue I'm right under there noise. However the days are usually very boring so I decided I thought I was ready to try to be a vigilante. For a few weeks I did have trouble figuring out a name for myself as well as getting the supplies for a outfit/disguise. The outfit I made is pretty simple but cool. It is an old tshirt and jeans along with a jacket I painted my old hero costume design on. I also created a harness set up so I can use climbing gear and have a place to store my metal pipe. Something about that pipe just calls out to me so its become my weapon of choice. I do have a pocket knife I keep on me sometimes as well in case of emergencies but I've never needed it.
*Time Skip*
A have been going out and helping people for about 3 weeks now I even ended up tagging a few walls with my logo. Im building a rapport for myself as the weeks go on but I still haven't come up with a hero name. One night out on patrol it hits me. People use to say I was like a rabbit because I would talk so much and hop from topic to topic really quickly. I also remembered that my favorite rabbits were Amami rabbits which are super rare nowadays but that's what makes them even cooler. So I knew I wanted to have Amami in my name. I soon decided that I should just use my favorite color, green. And just like that I became the quirkless vigilante known as Green Amami.
No one's POV
Green Amami had made his name known in record time. Most people wondered what his quirk exactly was and why he didn't become a hero with the skill set he had. Others were more focused on the fact that being a vigilante was technically illegal, which in fact made him a villain in some eyes. Every morning on the news there was a new story about how Amami had saved someone the previous night and this just left everyone with more questions about the mystery vigilante. Midoriya had decided that if the media was already obsessed with him they were gonna find out the fact that he's quirkless out quickly. So he spray painted his logo on a wall along with the words
Green Amami: The quirkless vigilante
This graffiti had quickly become a spark for the controversy of quirkless people being lesser than others. The boy hadn't just caught the attention of the public though he did indeed catch the attention of a certain pro hero.
Eraserhead aka UA teacher Shota Aizawa
Aizawa wasn't known for caring about what other hero's or even vigilantes were doing with their lives. However something caught Aizawa's attention about Green Amami. Aizawa noticed that all the pictures of the vigilante looked like he was no older than his class of problem children or his own son. So every night on his patrol he looked out for the kid in hopes to help him.
The night he had been waiting for had finally arrived. Eraser had gotten a call about a villain in a park he was close to. When he got there his eyes immediately fell on someone holding a pipe fighting off a wanted villain. Eraser quickly jumped in the fight and took down the villain and set him somewhere where the police could find him. When he turned to look at Green Amami he was met with him in a battle stance.
Aizawa's POV
I sighed at the sight of the short boy in a battle stance with his weight shifted in the metal pipe. For safety reasons I just grab the pole with my scarf and to my surprise the kid collapses with the lack of support. I cautiously walk over to the kid.
"Hey kid are you ok?"
He just bites down on his lip clearly in pain and doesn't say anything. But his eyes say he's trying to find a way to escape my presence.
"Here's the deal kid. If you let me patch up your leg I'll leave. I won't call anyone Ill just get up and walk away."
The kid again doesn't respond but his eyes seem to relax that the promise that I wasn't going to turn him in. I reach over to the leg he's holding and lift up the pants to reveal a nasty looking cut across his knee. Just by looking at it I know he's gonna need stitches but a hospital was out of the question. I notice the kid looking at the cut his mind wandering. And then he spoke.
"I know I need stitches but I can't go to the hospital. Not only can I not get noticed but most hospitals won't treat me anyways because I'm quirkless."
I sigh knowing everything the kid had said was 100% accurate. The world discriminated against the quirkless and even refused to give them medical treatment.
"I know kid but lucky for you I know some pretty good first aid skills."
Unfortunately the first aid skills class I took to become a teacher had come in handy one to many times. Once I had finished patching up the kid I fish I card and some coins out of my pocket and write my number on said card.
"Hey Green Amami, I'm going to leave now but if you need anything this is my cell number I always pick up the phone. There's also some change in case you need a pay phone to get ahold of me."
He nods and as I turn and walk away I can hear the young vigilante scamper away in the other direction. I go and check to see if the villain had been taken away yet and to my surprise he hadn't. So I grab the villain and take him down to the station where I then sit for hours doing paperwork on the incident. I on purposely leave out the part when I meet and let Green Amami go. That would have so gotten me fired. Green Amami was the #1 vigilante in all of Japan and every hero was suppose to be on the lookout to capture him.
*The next night*
I think to myself about how I could help the vigilante without getting in trouble or scaring him off. My thoughts however were quickly interrupted by my radio going off asking for assistance.
"I cornered Green Amami and cuffed him but he won't stand down I need some help here."
Some hero had said along with an address. I sigh and run off to help. When I arrive to the scene I see the kid handcuffed but still holding his pipe. I just shoot my scarf out and grab the pipe from him with a huff. With defeat in his eyes he drops to the ground.