"You really want a quirk so bad? Go take a swan dive off of the roof of the building and pray for a quirk in your next life!" ----- "I knew that no one was born equal in this world from a young age. But I still dared to hope. Hope was all I had in such a bleak world. However, I got to know pretty soon that... Hope is a lie as well." ----- Izuku Midoriya, the quirkless nobody, the societal reject, the freak, the mistake, had been dead for almost three years now. There had been no trace of him except his red shoes, his letter and the puddle of blood the police identified as his at the site of an abandoned building that was set to be demolished later. But the emergence of a new information broker almost a year later sure is suspicious. Especially when he seems to be the most reliable source around and seems to balance both ends of the world at the tips of his fingers. The man who runs this whole network in Japan is just a mere boy of fifteen, known to the underworld and heroes alike as Fujishima Sai. Or just Sai, as he likes to call himself. He's never made a plan that wouldn't have a 100% chance of succeeding. But he won't admit to anyone that infiltrating the one place he swore he never would to save lives of those he despised slightly, was one of his worst plans yet.

What if Izuku was All For One's son? What if he never met All Might? And what if he had something to do with the Nomu? Read to find out! Updates whenever I feel like it and no personal art.

"I'm so so sorry my little baby boy... I love you so much Izuku, please forgive me." The tall women whispered as her 4 months old son lifted his arms up to her as she set him down in the box putting the blanket around him and putting the small green and white bunny toy next to him, slipping the note in the box. "Ah! Wah!" He yelled at her, trying to get her to pick him up. She smiled loading the gun. 'Just count to 10' She thought with each number she took a breathe, the last breathe she pulled the gun to her head with tears running down her face and she smiled. 'POW' the gunshot rang in the baby's ears making him cry, blood spattering hitting him a little bit. He flipped and turned holding on to the small plushie his mother had given him, and he felt the box being picked up...

What if Izuku was a Todoroki? What if he was adopted by Inko? What would happen if Izuku meets Shouto? What could possibly go wrong? Hello there, this is my first story, probably slow updates, don't expect much, I'm probably a bad writer anyway so be warned.