Chatting Through the Multiverse

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To most people, Izuku Midoriya would seem normal. But that's just it; he is normal. On the surface, there is nothing special about him, aside from his vibrant green hair and eyes. He has a rather plain face, though he was born with perfect teeth and rarely has skin problems. He is small of stature and weak of posture, despite eating well. He does well in school, even though the staff actively try to sabotage him. All in all, he is average.

Average, in a world full of people who surpass that definition.

Ever since the early to mid twenty-fist century, genetic anomalies began to appear among humans. At first it was simple things; sunlight-powered bioluminescence, nail claws, and stiffer body hair. Back then, the individual cases were referred to simply as evolutionary quirks, a term that grew to encompass the entire phenomenon. These 'quirks' grew from the minor bodily changes to what they are today: tools to be used for good or evil.

Human nature is to seek greatness. Scholar or sport, warrior or peacemaker; most seek to be the greatest at something. Some donate great percentages of their wealth to those less fortunate, while others volunteer in shelters for the homeless or in animal shelters. Back then, these people would've been called heroes, but today - while that is still true - the term has evolved to become much more specific.

With the rise of quirks came the advent of heroism in result to a wave of crime fueled by the sudden gifting of great power to those not responsible enough to use it. Whereas muggers once only had knives and pistols to rob and kill those unfortunate enough to fall into their traps, now they could summon flames to their fingertips and spit acid.

With the crime rate higher than ever before, certain individuals sought to bring back peace. So they, using quirks of their own, committed acts of vigilantism to put a stop to the chaos. An endeavor that was mostly successful. There is no perfectly solution to conflict, otherwise there would be no wars. People continued to use their powers for evil, while others used theirs for good, but the tsunami of crime had settled back into the ocean and the world was able to recover.

Eventually, the governments of the world saw opportunity in this, and hired these vigilantes in an official capacity, making heroism a job. For two-hundred years, the world continued like this. Until today, where quieks have evolved to the point of absurdity - men and women capable of firing bullets of bone from their fingertips; children, able to conjure paint upon paper according to their imagination.

You'd think, in such a diverse world, everyone would be accepting of even the most different, but that is far from the case. Problems of the past carried over to the future. Discrimination went from a matter of race, gender, opinions, and preferences in everything under the sun to the strength of one's quirk, or how it made one look. Those who's physical appearances were altered by their power - Mutation quirks, as they were called - were at the bottom of the totem pole, right alongside those with quirks that seemed evil in any capacity.

Below them, a hundred feet in the ground below the metaphorical totem pole, were the quirkless. Those that, even through the two-hundred years of breeding that had resulted in such strange and specific superhuman abilities, lacked a quirk. That is why Izuku's being normal is a problem.

He was too normal.

Izuku Midoriya lacked a quirk, which usually reared its head around the age of four. Being ten years old, now, the odds of him being a late-bloomer were implausible beyond comprehension. But it was possible. It was hope - the vain hope that he would ever awaken a quirk - that pushed Izuku to continue moving forward despite all of the hurdles life put in his way. The mountain of hurdles.

Born premature, Izuku was destined to be a small boy. Growing up without a father, he was destined to be emotionally vulnerable. Lacking friends, he became socially awkward and insecure. The pressure of modern life, society, and expectations weighed on his mind, even at only ten years of age. When put under enough pressure, even the hardest materials will crumble...