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.

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

Going from a nobody who works for villains to a boy who's training with future heroes is not as easy as it looks. Trust me, ask Izuku

Three years he spent on that godforsaken island. Three years running for his life and fighting tooth and nail for survival against creatures that should be nothing more than fossils. Three years of sharpening his instincts and senses into a weapon all their own. And finally, after three years, he had the opportunity to chase his dream. And he'd be damned if he let the opportunity pass him by. UA would have to handle him, ready or not. Midoriya Izuku was going to take the world of heroics by storm.

❝ I usually despise everyone who interferes in my work. But there are these one's who I despise the most. The one's who just won't die. No matter what you do, how much you break them, kill them, they are still bound to be back. ❞ ❝ Well that makes the two of us. ❞ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ↳ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ﹏﹏‍ ｡˚✩ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ✎ I don't own any of the characters used. ✎ Takes place after UA's Civil War. - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

• ON HIATUS • Midoriya Izuku attracted trouble. It was just a fact of life - the sky was blue, the grass was green, and Izuku constantly found himself in an absurd number of deadly situations. He was okay with that. Mortal peril was an average Tuesday afternoon for a Pro Hero like him. Being kidnapped was practically a holiday. Saving civilians as a building collapsed around him was easier than facing his worried mum afterwards. He had dealt with All Might's disappointed dad stare and only cried for two hours afterwards. A serial killing villain with an unknown Quirk would be no problem! ...but even Izuku had to admit that being sent back in time to his first day at UA wasn't on the agenda. Still, there was no-one more spitefully determined than him - he was going to make the most of it. Yeah, good luck, heroes and villains alike! Deku was here to cause mischief and love his friends! ~ [Includes a couple of other Ticked Off mini-fics ("Clockwise" and "Summoners") because I don't wanna clutter up my profile by making new books] [Also posted on Ao3 under the same title and username!]

The cat is in the closed box, with a 50% chance of being alive and a 50% chance of being dead. According to the principle of uncertainty in quantum physics, he is alive and dead until someone opens the box. Izuku doesn't want to open the box. OR Izuku didn't return home after school. Two months later he was found roaming a deserted road with white hair, psychogenic amnesia and a quirk out of control. Nothing is the same after that. [This is a translation of my own fanfic, O Gato de Schrödinger.]

Swan Dive Summary The Slime Villain Incident, and the events leading up to it happen one year earlier. Izuku, broken and lost in the face of All Might's words, decides to take Kacchan's advice. But a familiar Underground Hero won't let a young life end so quickly. How will a simple right-place-right time scenario change things? OR: Aizawa Shouta saves the life of Midoriya Izuku and finds himself with a new apprentice and surrounded by a quickly growing family circle. What has he gotten himself into? Heavy Dadzawa and Dadmic. Auntie Nemuri and eventual redeemed Bakugo.

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!!!)

** 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.