I couldn't help it anymore. Everyone is happier without me! No one cares about me besides my mom anyways. Why shouldn't I just disappear and let my mom be happy again? She would be better without me! I know it! After leaving my mom and living a life on myself as a master thief, I somehow ended up attaching myself to an orphanage. However, one day while I was doing a job I found a rather funny fellow. Blue flames were all around him and I couldn't help but recognize the lost look he was giving me. Who is this guy and what is he doing here! He is ruining my mission!!! Wait did he just kiss me?! What the heck just happened?! A/N: This is a mha fanstory and I have no idea where this is gonna go ... 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.

Nezu: I noticed it because it was polite. Systems usually scream when they are touched improperly-latency spikes, clumsy probes, the digital equivalent of muddy footprints across a clean floor. This intrusion did none of that. It adjusted itself to my infrastructure as if it were a guest wiping their shoes at the door. That intrigued me. The data shift was minor, almost courteous, correcting an imbalance rather than exploiting it. No attempt to escalate access. No curiosity-driven overreach. Whoever did this wasn't hunting power-they were fixing something. That was when I slowed everything down. I isolated the behavior instead of the code, watched how choices were made rather than where they landed. The pattern repeated months later, cleaner, sharper, more confident. A child, I realized then. Learning. Not to steal. But to care. And that, more than any alarm, told me I had found someone dangerous in the best possible way. A/N: I do NOT permit any kind uf usage of my story for podcasts, youtube or any other kind...as well as Translations. This is a my hero accademia 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 my hero accademia , rights to the owner.

Abandoned in the woods when his quirk didn't come in time. Izuku struggled to survive on his own. Forgotten by many, Izuku did not give up and die like his mother wanted him to. Instead, he fought to live and then thrived when a quirk manifested. As time passed, rumors came up about a beast in the woods made of flesh and bone in different shapes. Many thought it was made up or children's imaginations gone awry. In truth, it was just a green bean hanging out in the woods and being spotted when he wandered.

Izuku is a professional hacker that uses his hacking skills as well as physical strength to fight crime. He works in a small cafe as a barista, one which pro hero Aizawa frequents. Aizawa had been struggling to gather information about a vigilante that had been dealing with crimes neglected by police. Little did he know, the vigilante had been making him coffee every morning. Aizawa discovered the vigilante wasn't as old as they had predicted and was undeniably living alone. With crime on the rise, the vigilante seemed to be injured every time they met. In order to protect him from the dangers of villains, he will have to capture him first. [TW's include panic attacks, suicidal ideation, self harm and abuse.]

Izuku couldn't believe what happened. It was not as if he already lost enough in his life... So why are these two people here wanting to adopt him? It was their fault that he lost everything. All that he ever wanted was living his life and becoming a hero. His father died, his mother abandoned him, his friends never reached out to help him and his quirk was not the same as it used to be.... Will the small green bird manage to get away from the people that adopted him? Will he ever find out what really was the cause of losing everything? "Why me? What have I ever done wrong?" This question was stuck in his mind as he loses everything. A/N: Whisper in the Wind is Izuku's version of my other book called Gone with the Wind. 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.

If there is a day, where everything comes to an end, then I hoped for my ending to be beautiful, unlike the scream. His hand is a bath with the blood of the innocent. His sin is uncountable as he suffers under the eyes of the devil. His iced cold heart crumbles once his eyes betray him with crystal-clear tears. "Will you blame me... for this sin I have committed...?" - Izuku He doesn't hate heroes neither does he likes them. But meeting the underground Pro Hero is a whole new experience for him. "Something is not right..." - Eraserhead Their meeting that night had changed many things. Will this pro hero manage to save him from this hell, or will he keep on with his suffering? "HE IS THE ONLY ONE I HAD LEFT!!!"- Izuku After all, for someone who abandon and abandoned, he have no attachment to this world. Except for him, his saviour. Indulge yourself in the story of ??? Izuku. His fate had been tied to this broken society. Will Eraserhead be able to let go of his shackle or will he hold on to his only world. ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ - Curse words - Mention of suicide - All fictions - Characters belong to the original author - Pictures belong to the rightful owner - NONE is real - DO NOT follow the actions in story

As his quirk manifests over time, given to him by All Might himself, Izuku gets into U.A. and has to learn to manage it all. That's easy. Right? Izuku finds himself doing things he normally wouldn't do and saying things he normally wouldn't say. Sometimes he ended up confused and lost, and others he felt like he finally said what was needed. But why? Was the question. And he found out soon enough, but not the way he wanted to. And only one person was there to help him. Only one person he felt he could turn to. He may be mean, but he's not a tattle tale or a gossiper. "Kacchan, I think..-" {Heads up} This story indeed is mine. The art too. I was the author of "Why Am I Still Here?" Edition #1 this is edition #2. I lost that account three years ago, and finally came back to the writing game. I don't remember my whole plot and my writing has improved gravely. So I'll be able to write more things you can actually understand. And as always, thank you for the support on this, and edition #1. I missed you guys. This is the new *+*Why Am I Still Here?*+* [notice] I also do not own these characters. They belong to Horikoshi who made the My Hero Academia Universe. I once wrote a BakuDeku story called "Why Am I Still Here". That was when I was much younger. My grammar has improved since then. I thank you all for any support. Don't be shy! Comment!!!

After being "abandoned" by his parents for being quirkless. Izuku had to put up with Tomura Shigaraki for months before he was rescued by some Pro Heros. After that day he was adopted by two Pros Eraserhead, and Present Mic. But he wanted to do something more, so he trained... hard, so that he could do good. So that he could become a Vigilante, and someday become a Pro Hero. ⚠️I dont own anything in this fanfic. It all belongs to the creator of My Hero Academia.⚠️ - I only own the characters that are my OC's Best rankings #1 in Inko Midoriya #2 in Pro Hero #1 in Ochako Uraraka #1 in league of villains

(Spoilers for Tomura Shigaraki's past.) When Tomura Shigaraki or Tenko Shimura was only four years old, he was punished by his father for looking at a picture of his grandmother who was Nana Shimura. A hero. Tenko was forced to stay outside, during this, his decay quirk activated. Killing his whole family in the process. This is what happens in the canon story of My hero Academia. But in Dusty Deaths, Tenko has an adopted brother; Izuku Midoriya. What happens when Izuku gets a quirk? A death quirk to be more exact. If any biotic organism comes into contact with Izuku's skin, they die instantly. How does the story change?

When Izuku Midoriya is betrayed by his friends and half of Class 1-A he decides enough is enough. He refuses to go through the same bullying he did for most of his life. He changes and is no longer their innocent little cinnamon roll.