Genesis of Izuku Chaotix

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When faced with an impossible dream, people are brought to the limit of their hope. When faced with endless possibilities, people will always take the one that lets them do what they want to do. Izuku Midoriya didn't wish to live in a world that stomped on his dream, and Izuku Chaotix runs through that same world with an impossible dream that he will achieve without anyone stopping him.

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"Can someone without a quirk become a hero?!" The question rang in his mind, the words he said coming back to him as he looked down, his body wet and muddy as rain poured down while the trees above him held back the floods of rain that seemed to mask his tears. The young boy kicked a tree with a scream, his frustration and sadness becoming ever more present as the words that the man said echoed in his mind harder and harder. It was the man he respected the most, the hero he loved the most. He was his number one fan, All Might meant everything to him. The young boy's green hair masked his tearful eyes, a bag in a dry spot on the ground full of clothes.

"I'm sorry young man-" He punched a second tree, the thoughts of the words blowing back towards him making him even more dejected. He caught the number one hero after an interview, his day brightened by the man's smile before his perception of life broke, the words of his idol breaking down everything he believed in. He knew, knew the man was just trying to look out for his safety, just saying words that were politically correct to say.

But it wasn't what he needed to hear

He couldn't give up on his dream, he wouldn't give up on his dream. Even if the entire world was against his dream, he would stand firm. He heard all the apologies; he took on all the bullying; he took on everyone that doubted him and kept a smile on his face like All Might did, and All Might didn't give him the answer he desperately craved.

"You're just a quirkless Deku, you'll never be a hero like me!"

"I'm so-so s-sorry, Izu..."

"Sorry, kid, but you gotta be realistic..."

His face scrunched up in pain, he knew he couldn't stay at his home anymore. His father wasn't in their lives besides the monthly stipends, not wanting to be associated with a quirkless brat like he was. His mother couldn't move as her job was so close to home, he hated his school, the school that tore him down and relentlessly pushed him even further to the ground, stomping on his dreams at every moment. No more.

"M-Mom, I-I'm sorry. I n-need to be free... I can't live like this anymore, I WON'T LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!" He looked up and saw that the rain had stopped, his eyes going up to the sky and seeing a crack, a large rainbow crack in the sky that shot out 7 shooting stars.

"Shooting stars, p-please, PLEASE LET M-ME B-BE FREE!PLEASE LET ME BE A HERO!" The boy yelled out for the forest to hear, but it was only a pipe dream as the boy continued to cry and pound the ground beneath him in frustration and dismay.

"W-why am I e-even a-alive?" The boy said through tears as a voice echoed in his mind. "Hey, don't say that!" The boy looked up and around, not seeing anyone in sight before looking up again, seeing two lights above him, a yellow and blue light. "W-what..."

"You're a kid, you shouldn't be thinking like that. Besides, you feel nice, you called out to us, and we responded because we felt your words." The boy looked up, his face mesmerized by the lights before everything went white.

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