Brozawa Stories

Blood. The bright red colour that stains every inch of his surrounding. Evidence was all over him. The crimson red that stains his sticky wet shirt as the rain poured heavier. He chocked back a sob at the scene in front of him, he was 7, goddam 7. He wasn't suppose to be doing this. It was the opposite of his own ideals. A hand placed firmly on his head as he was dragged into the misty, purple portal. He couldn't escape from its hand, twisting and turning violently to shake it off, but it just got more tighter. In his time at the lab, he found secrets that lay hidden to the world. The Taisho era, an era of demons and humans roaming the earth. Fighting for victory to who comes out on top. An era with skills better than quirk. As generations past, those where just myths, myths that will forever be forgotten. ---------------- "What are we going to do now" "We're going to be vigilantes, after all, nobody will want a hero who's killed hundreds of innocents.

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.

Midoriya Izuku is not your wimpy loser that every anime tries to portray. Instead, he is the most straight-forward, over-dramatic teen you will come across. Oh, he is also quirkless and wants a reason to flip off all the heroes for telling him he can not be a hero, so he is going to be a hero to spite them! (Quirkless!Deku) I don't own anything of My Hero Academia. Warnings: Suicide References, Dark Humor, Blood and Gore, Anxiety Attacks