Ever since he was diagnosed quirkless, at the mere age of four years old, his life turned for the worst. His loving mother became his abuser, and his friends, classmates and teachers became his tormentors, and even society has turned his back on him and ostracized him variying from heroes to civilians. Izuku's been through every kind of torment, abuse, bullying, and torture you could think of. From being spit on, shoved and punched by his pears, to being burned, drowning, suicide baiting, to even being whipped and skinned by his own mother. He thought he already gave up hope, but his meeting with All Might shattered the slither of hope he had left. Izuku couldn't take it anymore, so he decided to end it all. As he was getting ready to jump, he made a decision, for if he does survive he's going to make changes with his own hands. So he jumped.... And it awoke... °°′°°°°°°′°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° This is an opdeku (quirkless and with quirk) story with my own twist and flare. If you see that I haven't posted in a long time, doesn't mean it's on hiatus or discontinued. I'm just a very busy person irl.

What would a villain do if not be a villain and act evil. Well what if I told you that not every villain is like that. There is one particular villain who just couldn't controll himself and ended up being one where in fact he would love nothing more than just to end everything. *sigh* What a villain indeed. Too bad that Izuku is that villain and that there is no running away from being a villain with the LOV as his teammates.... or is there? ...... Do I see heroes standing there ready to capture the bean? .... well good luck there buddy! A/N: Thanks for 11k followers! Thanks a lot from heart! This means a lot to me ^^ This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

Abused, abandoned and rejected, Izuku Midoriya is tired of being treated like a subhuman due to his quirklessness. As the vigilante Zero, he vows to make a change in society and prove that quirkless doesn't mean worthless. But there's a long, difficult road ahead of him. ---- WARNING, THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE: -depression -suicide attempts/self-harm -abuse -bullying -mentions of rape -lots of swearing This story does NOT condone things like abuse, suicide, and self-harm. If you have suicidal/self-harming tendencies or are being abused, or you know someone who is, get some help! Also, My Hero Academia and its characters are the property of Kohei Horikoshi, and none of the art is mine either unless I say so. The only thing I own in this story is the plotline. NOW CROSSPOSTED ON Ao3 (Account Name: EvilGenius) ---- A new chapter will be updated about every 2-3 weeks (may slow down), and I aim for a length of 5,000+ words per update. Current Word Count: 84,734 Starting Date: 5/28/2020 Completion Date:

Izuku doesn't cry. He is a weapon, and weapons don't weep. He won't cry until the battle, when he's falling through the air, when it settles in just how real it is that he's going to die, because yeah, the doctor warned him this would happen, but there's always been a part of Izuku that thought he'd live forever. Just like his father told him. Or, how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante. 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙜𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧

COVER ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!! ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ This Story Includes: - Abuse - Death - Mentions and signs of cutting - Angst - Blood THIS STORY WILL HAVE ERASERMIC - NO OTHER MAIN SHIPS WILL BE IN THIS STORY!!! My name is Izuku Midoriya. In other words, i'm Egao. Yes, the number 1 vigilante. Everyone thought of me as a mystery. No one knew who I was, how I looked like, or what my quirk was and personally I'd like to keep it that way. People often assumed my quirk was a speed, strength, or analyzing kind of quirk. Those were really just natural abilities. I've trained a lot in my life, and i've always been a great analyzer from the start. It's nearly impossible to guess my "quirk". That's because i'm quirkless. Bent out and pushed away by society. No one ever cared. Who would care for a quirkless boy like me? B҉u҉t҉ ҉i҉t҉ ҉a҉l҉l҉ ҉c҉h҉a҉n҉g҉e҉d҉.҉.҉.҉