No soy un héroe, no quiero serlo. Tampoco soy un villano, no mato por matar. Podríamos dejarlo en qué estoy en un punto medio, o eso es lo que me gusta pensar. Lo único que quiero es que los que se dicen llamar héroes, solo para tener beneficios, desaparezcan... Esos no son héroes, y son peores que los villanos Los personajes no son míos, obviamente, es un fanfic Las imágen tampoco. Créditos a sus respectivos autores (Lamento no saber el @ del autor de la imagen)

** Formerly titled "Lebensmüde" ** His world faded to black. All sensation disappeared. The question resonated in his vision. WILL YOU CONTINUE? He reached out with his mind and answered with a yes. EXCELLENT... TRULY... EXCELLENT... ... Izuku didn't ask for this. He was just being a good student and going to get more chalk for the teacher. He didn't ask for the door to close behind him. He didn't ask for Bakugou to send him flying into a shelf. He didn't ask for boxes and boxes of printer paper to fall on top of him. He didn't ask to suffocate on the floor of the supply closet, and he certainly didn't ask to be resuscitated and have to live through the whole thing over and over again, like a recurring nightmare that you can't wake up from. After he finally escaped from that continuous loop of torture, the poor teen found that his life would never be the same. It seemed that he had a quirk, or at the very least some sort of special ability, that had lain dormant up until his death. Well, his first death. There were many, many more to come.

Izuku heredó las peculiaridades de sus padres, pero juró que nunca usaría su fuego. Él sabe de primera mano cómo, brillante, ardiente, abrasador, doloroso, aterrador, destructivo, es, después de todo, e Izuku prometió (prometió a su madre que lloraba, prometió a sí mismo, prometió al recuerdo de su padre) que él convertirse en un héroe que detiene ese tipo de desesperación. Incluso si tiene que quemar sus propias alas para hacerlo. Pero cuando alguien con exactamente los mismos problemas, miedos y dolor aparece ... Izuku no puede evitar tratar de curarlos. Y al hacerlo, él mismo puede ser sanado también. Página: archiveofourown.net Autor: Crowbird.

Midoriya Izuku se ha estado sintiendo extraño desde hace ya una semana, siente que alguien lo sigue a todos lados y lo observa. ¿Qué hará nuestro pecoso cuando esta persona se presente frente a él?.

"Even if I don't have a quirk, can I bee a hero?" Silence... "Without a quirk?" "If you want to help others, then you could also become a police officer, or a nurse." And he may have been right, maybe he couldn't be a hero without a quirk, but that entirely depends on your definition of a hero. Is it the legal definition? A person employed under agencies to deal with villains? Or is it the noun? A person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities? The media eats the Vigilante Valor's story up. His name literally meant brave, and he showed that bravery. He even recorded it and posted it online, the crazy bastard. Obviously, the media loves a young bad boy with a good heart and a mysterious identity, and it doesn't take long for him to become internet-famous.

Izuku perdió lo que más necesitaba para ser un héroe, aquello con lo que no nació, pero si heredó del más grande héroe. All Might, el símbolo de la paz, decidió que Izuku no era apto para cargar el One For All, y se lo quitó. Con eso, decide buscar a alguien que si pueda portar a la perfección su poder. Pero, Izuku estando destrozado, obtiene una segunda oportunidad descubriendo un nuevo y extraño poder. El poder de crecer, y ser el más fuerte. No hace falta que diga cuál habilidad es. -webos-

When the world ends, their only hope is to send one Quirkless man back in time. Back in his 14-year-old body, will Midoriya Izuku be able to save the world that shunned him all his life? And will he finally be able to become a hero this go around? Good thing he had time as a vigilante to practice.

"kneel down, hand on your back" he said as they force him on the ground, the back of his green hood was ripped put, pulling his pair of wide enough to be cut from his back, he didnt do any thing, all he did was scream in pain as he felt the pain on his back worsen. They Left him They cut his wings from him he was chained all he did was for the server good path then why?

Te has preguntado, ¿y si los mecoides de BNHA fueran de México en lugar de Japón? -¿Son novios? A ver, cojan. -Con dinero baila el perro, Mina. ¿Cómo serían sus pláticas? ¿Y sus reacciones? -Que pex, Kacchan. -No duro ni UN PUTO DÍA A GUSTO ANTES DE QUE VENGAS A JODER PINCHE DEKU, ALAVERGA. ¿Y sus pobres intentos de coqueteo? -Me lates un buen Midoriya, ¿quieres ser mi tilín? -Ay wey.