Take My Hand

Prologue the beginning of the end of good things

Not all men are created equal. Some are born more powerful than others for reasons beyond their control. The reverse could also be said, unfortunately.

This is the hard truth Izuku learned at a very young age. Even though he has the soul of a hero and despite the will to help others, he was shoved to the bottom of society all for something out of his control. His peers began to get their gifts leaving Izuku at a great disadvantage. The ones who were born with powerful abilities called quirks would allow them to take the golden path to becoming heroes. While he was swallowed by darkness.

One of his favorite heroes, Eraserhead doesn't have a flashy quirk but that never stopped him from his journey of becoming an underground hero. His quirk allowed him to erase all quirks except mutant types. Meaning that he evened out the playing field by having his opponent fight quirkless.

But for Izuku he was 'unfortunately' part of the small percentage of the population who didn't have a quirk. A world ruled by power but that didn't matter to him. He could still be a hero after all, he'd just have to work harder than everyone else.

Inko midoriya if asked of izuku's quirklessness the poor woman would've just cried and apologized. It's in her nature to be apologetic. He has grown accustomed to the pity his mother would show him as if he were broken or defective. When they found out he was quirkless his mother held him in her arms, apologizing, wishing things could be different.

Unfortunately, when Inko felt she was comforting her son she didn't know that her tears felt like acid on his skin stripping him away of his humanity. She was the first to tip the scale of making him feel defective. When he needed her most, all she did was teach Izuku how the word 'sorry' could cut you much deeper if it came from the right person.

'Why did you have to say that.. It's not what I wanted you to say at all...'

To Izuku it felt like his mother gave up on him. At least he still has his best friend Katsuki. They have plans to be the greatest hero duo the world has ever seen. Well that was the plan..
Over time even Katsuki abandoned Izuku but it never stopped him from idolizing the explosive boy he was the light at the end of the greenette's dark tunnel. The bullying felt like nothing because at least he had hope until his father came back after learning of his quirkless status. Then the real troubles started.

Black, blue, and purple bruises dance across his skin. Like blooming roses wrapping themselves around his body, cutting off any chance of escape. Izuku's father's silhouette towering over him, his voice shouting out but he can barely make out a few words.

"Quirkless… bastard...Die."

Trying to remember all the good times they had as a family before hisashi's mind was taken over by his sick obsession of forced quirk theory that he had been researching in America. Memories played in his mind on a loop to cope with the abuse. To somehow find excuses for the constant beatings.

The only thing Izuku can wish for is all of this to stop but for some reason in the back of his mind he doesn't want to give up. He's always been struggling to survive, struggling to hold on and reach for the stars aiming to be the best hero he can be to save everyone.

To save all those like himself stuck wishing for a hand to reach out and save them. Wanting to be that hand, that smiling hero just like Allmight. Who says " I am here!"

He can feel each hit from his fathers fist as it smashes into his body rushing him back to reality. The tear in the boy's lip spills blood down his chin. It's been three years since they found out Izuku didn't have a quirk. Two years have passed since his father returned home. His fingers tangle into izuku's hair as he drags him towards the basement.