Bullied, belittled and tortured. Izuku always had a hard life growing up, and that didn't change when he went to U.A. One day the bulling went too far... izuku lay unmoving at his torturers feet. UA covered up his murder as an accident, protecting their students. But did they really protect them? Or simply make it worse? Now a lost soul, Izuku's ghost roamed the halls of UA. Putting those through the same torture he went through. His 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚.

Two brothers, unrelated by blood, under guidance of one God. One was birthed by God, the other taken in by His choice. One was sent away to an endless mission, whilst the other, walking side by side with Him under His guidance, for a path of greater glory. Along their missions, their paths, one of loathing and fear, the other of eagerness and pride, intersected only to diverge further away. Even so, they're bound to meet again by God's wish for the reveal of His true successor. They're bound to meet again, for the will of God holds the strings strapped to the brothers' souls. *** Sequel to "Validation" Updates every week Started: 19/09/21 (editing start date: 09/05/22) Finished: 13/01/22 (editing end date: __/__/__)

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.

Quirks. Superpowers that most anyone holds nowadays. Quirks can range from anything from running a millisecond faster to the strength to change the weather with just one punch from the wind pressure it generates. Quirks are everything. Quirks define who you are. Every child is elated to discover their quirk and find out who they truly are. This happens around the ripe age of four years old. Some are natural-born heroes. Others are perfect for other occupations such as baking or being an artist. With such a high hope for the future that a quirk brings, one would think they would be happy to discover theirs and reveal just how useful they can be. But... What happens when your quirk dictates you as nothing more than a doll to be used by others? Izuku Midoriya found out four-years-old that not all people are created equally. He found out when he drew the short end of the stick of luck and ended up with a quirk worse than quirklessness. He's dealt with it long enough. Now it's time for Izuku to take hold of his own strings and stop letting others control his life. He won't be a doll forever. (I am bringing this one over from Ao3 where I originally posted it.) (The art is credited to @Alex_Grey22 on Wattpad. Super amazing!!!)

Shouta Aizawa has inherited his parents' teahouse and is having trouble finding new staff. Y/N has quit her job and is about to end her life, when she sees the poster about the open position and decides to give life another chance. TW: themes of suicide, conflict, trauma from abuse, miscarriage, death etc.

- Прощай, Сорвиголова. - с оскалом сказал Шигараки и ударил мужчину одной из своих новых причудой. Со стороны черноволосого мужчины послышался кашель, что спустя две минуты прекратился. - АЙЗАВА-СЕНСЕЙ! - крикнул Изуку рывком выбираясь из хватки Тоги Химико. Он с невероятной скоростью подбежал к его учителю и осел на землю перед ним - Айзава-сенсей...Откройте свои глаза, пожалуйста, скажите что это все шутка... - на грани истерики прошептал он, пытаясь нащупать пульс или услышать дыхание. Но...Ничего из этого не было. Ни пульса, ни дыхания... - Айзава-сенсей... - пробормотал зеленоволосый парень. Тело начало трясти, взгляд вмиг опустел, тучи начали закрывать небеса - Я...Нет...Нет..!...Нет! НЕТ! - кричал парень трясся тело своего учителя.