Hi there, thanks for checking this out! There will be OC's. I'm not a huge writer, but I had this idea a few nights back and I can't seem to get it out of my head, so here goes. We've seen some REALLY good fanfiction where good ole' Midoriya-kun ends up in a completely different study at U.A. High; namely the support course, and maybe the general Ed (I can't remember, if there is one, sorry); but what would happen if our favorite underdog ended up in the business course. Que Izuku, the businessman.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia, don't sue me plz.

Not all men are born equal. He'd learned it at a very young age.

No matter how hard he wished, no matter how hard he hoped, it never changed.

Izuku's family never really had a lot, though he'd never really noticed, being a toddler at the time, but when he was just about four years old, Izuku had just begun to notice little things that set him apart. When the other neighborhood kids got out to play soccer, they always had their nice new cleats and someone always brought a crisply colored ball. They had all laughed when Izuku slipped in the mud and fell while running with his grubby red sneakers. Izuku had good naturedly laughed as well, not knowing that he was the joke.

Izuku didn't mind when his mother would take him with her to the Bakugo's, he and Kacchan would play for hours on the ashen blonde's game system, later to find that his mom actually had to go to work and that he was going to be staying the night. It gave him and Katsuki plenty of time to play superheroes and stay up late imagining what their quirks would be when they grew in. Katsuki HATED the idea of secreting glycerin from his body like his mom, saying it would be super lame to try and save people with hand lotion, but Izuku tried to cheer him up, innocently thinking of all the cool things one could do with slick lotion. Those were some of Izuku's favorite memories growing up; he really couldn't wait to get his quirk. Would he breath fire like his dad had been able to, or would he be able to telekinetically move objects toward him? Or maybe he'd be able to telekinetically create fire? Or breath telekinetically to push objects toward or away from him?

But his quirk never came in. It had been devastating; the difference between mankind that Izuku was only catching hints of now became a huge chasm. He started noticing more and more how much less the world truly would think of him. Kacchan had been furious, popping mad even when he found out. Their little hang outs while Izuku's Mom was at work became awkward and sometimes even cold. Izuku had even heard Katsuki asking his mom if they could stop having "Deku" around. Mitsuki had furiously told her son that he was not to speak that way of anyone, no matter how less fortunate they were than himself. He told her to piss off, but he kept his mouth shut about it after that.

Then there were the debt collectors. Izuku never realized how poor he and his mom were until he was about seven. The Bakugos were out of town on vacation and couldn't watch Izuku while his mother was working the late shift; and so she had him do what no mother would ever want for her child. Stay home, don't answer the door.

They rang the doorbell, then they knocked. Then they knocked again, loudly. Then they started pounding on the poor apartment door. Eventually it got so loud that Izuku turned off the lights and hid in his bedroom; wishing for a hero like All Might to come and save him. When he awoke later, his mom had returned home, deep bags framing her tired eyes. She'd tried to play the incident off as some mean door to door salesmen, but Izuku knew better. Summoning all the courage his broken heart could muster, he turned to his mother and said:

"It's OK Mom, I-I'll find a way to save us!" He bit his lip as tears gushed from his overactive tear ducts. Inko-san rushed to hug him, her exhaustion forgotten, and joined him in his sobbing. Things hadn't been the same since Hisashi had died, leaving her alone with her son. Her precious, precious son. She worked day and night to keep their little apartment's lights on, but hearing her little Izuku speak so bravely despite their poverty made every hour worth it to her. Izuku sniffled and looked up into his mother's baggy eyes.

" . . . I'll be the hero that saves us!"

"Alright, alright, HUSH y'all!" The teacher berated his class as they stirred up a ruckus with their quirks. Izuku was pretty sure he could see his classmate with a stretching quirk wiggling his limbs around in three different parts of the classroom. Tired of being ignored, the teacher slammed a fat stack of papers on his desk with his speed quirk. Everything went quiet.

"Good! Now, principal says I need to hand out these career path worksheets so you lot can be sure you're looking to go to the right high school for your occupations . . . " The teacher's grim face quickly cracked into a winning smile, "As if! You guys are pretty much all going into the hero course, right!?"

The class roared their cheers, and the neatly stacked papers blew into random piles as the chaos resumed. The teacher would have ordinarily stopped this ruckus, but with it being the last day of class he decided to let them have their fun.

"Ne, ne, I heard Bakugo qualified for U.A.!"

"That's to be expected, he's got such a powerful quirk!"

"Eh, isn't Midoriya also planning on U.A.?"

Midoriya was busily scratching down some mathematics in his notebook, but perked up when he heard his name. He looked up to see half the class leering at him. He tried his best to pretend there was nothing wrong and went back to jotting down his balances in the notebook. He was just about to dot a period when the paper was roughly snatched off his desk, dragging an ugly pencil mark across the page.

"Dafuq you thinkin', Deku? Trying to get into U.A.? Don't you know that ONLY I am qualified to get in?" His childhood friend, Katsuki's face was only inches away as he snarled.

"B-but Kacchan, they said I could take the Hero Course Exam if I would like, and if I fail that the Business Course Exam is just a week later, and if-"

"NO ONE is getting in my way! You hear me, Deku?" Kacchan interrupted as his palms crackled, leaving ugly burn marks on the cover of Izuku's notebook. He made motion to throw the defiled book out the classroom window when Izuku prostrated himself at the boy's feet.

"Please Kacchan! I have work right after class today, if I'm late again they'll fire me for sure!"

Kacchan snorted, sneering down at the pitiful boy below him. The little runt had pulled THAT card. It was the only way he ever got Katsuki to ease up: to remind him that Deku was SO far beneath him that a simple action from the ashen blonde could ruin his life. It made Katsuki feel like dirt, moreover it made him feel like punching the dirt for having the audacity to have something in common with him.

He dropped the notebook, then ground his heel into the cover for good measure, then stomped off as the bell rang.

Despite his shame at his own weakness, Izuku clawed his notes off the ground and hustled his way off campus. He hopped on his trusty old bike and started riding on the left shoulder, looking for an opportunity to merge.

Work was work: simple peon tasks that no one else really wanted to do; and that's exactly what Izuku wanted. It gave him job security. He'd worked almost all of his adolescent life from the moment he was legally allowed. Even before he was allowed to be hired as an official employee, Izuku had scraped together as many yen as he possibly could doing menial tasks; mowing what few lawns there were around his humble apartment, even falling so low as to sell lemonade on the corner. He had a mission, and that was to take as much of the financial load off his mom as he could bear.

His grades had dipped when he started spending his time working a part time job after school, but had quickly shot back up when his mother told him she wouldn't let him work if his grades dropped. With all the time he spent studying and working he barely had any time for relaxation, and less still for his hobby of cataloging quirks. He had barely finished volume 8 of his notes "for the future." It was maddening sometimes, all the thoughts bottled up in his head without time to write them down.

Anyhow, there he was, washing the windows at the storefront, when a sudden resounding KABOOM blasted him straight through the glass, past the open door of the men's bathroom, landing face first in the mop bucket he'd laid out to start cleaning later.

Coughing and sputtering Izuku turned in fear, glancing wildly for his would be assailant. But there was none.

"Run for the fire exit!"

"We need Heroes here on the corner of-"

BOOM!

Izuku's knees quaked even as he laid sprawled out on the bathroom floor as it registered what was going on. There was a villain! A villain was attacking the shopping district!

He was in danger, he needed to find a place to hide and stay away from-

"Hold still, will you? This will only take a few moments, then it will start feeling gooooood . . . "

"GRAHH! DAFUQ!? GET OFF OF ME YOU BI-"

"Now now, let's keep it T rated here, just surrender your body to me, little bo-"

"DAFUQ!? RAAAAGH! GET! DA! FUQ! OFF! ME, YOU SLIMY CREEP!"

That muffled voice . . . Izuku knew it. That was Kacchan! The villain was after Kacchan's body! Izuku curled up with his head between his knees, staring down at the mop bucket with his eyes wide in shock.

"Kacchan!" Izuku whispered hysterically, "What have you gotten yourself into!?"

He needed to run, to get help, but his legs weren't having it. He lurched against the hand rail next to the toilet, trying to steady himself.

"I have to help." Izuku tried to steel his nerves despite himself, "but what can I do?"

He stared pitifully at his reflection in the suds of the mop bucket.

Katsuki Bakugo was having a pretty piss poor afternoon. Make that a pretty piss poor day, his Mom had mouthed off to him all morning about playing nice with other kids, his pitiful excuse for a punching bag had ruined the mood after class, and now this. I mean seriously, what dafuq!?

He was walking to the shopping district to break his old records at the arcade, when some black sludgy shit started pouring out of a manhole cover, croaking on about wanting his body for something. Seriously, those shitty plumbers should've been doing their job's and cleaning this shit up. Ugh. The things he had to do look cool.

BANG! *SLURP*

DAFUQ!? Now he was covered in shit and it was trying to wrangle it's way into his mouth and eyes!

FUQ! FUQ! FUQ! FUUUUUUUUU- BOOM

And so it went. That is until a deluge of hot, overly soapy water crashed down the shit-monster's, and by extension, his own face, effectively blinding them both. When his vision cleared he saw none other than Deku, garbed in his ugly ass work clothes, clawing away at Kacchan's crappy confines with his bare hands and a bristle brush. His face free for the moment, he screamed at the poor boy.

"DAFUQ YOU DOING, DEKU!? YOU'RE QUIRKLESS, GET OUT OF HERE, YOU'RE USELESS!"

"I know, but my legs slipped and moved on their own!" Izuku blubbered out, tears of desperation dotting his eyes as he scrubbed for dear life!

"YoOoour in the WAaaaY!" the sludge monster spread it's arms wide, Katsuki in tow, and made to blanket the cleanly teenager in a suffocating layer of vile sludge. Izuku scrunched his eyes and braced himself for the worst . . .

But the crushing darkness never touched him.

"Are you alright, my boy?" Izuku's heart skipped a beat, and a tingle ran up his spine, hearing the voice that he dutifully listened to on speaker in person for the very first time. He dared to peak up, his eyes meeting lofty gaze of the strongest man alive, beaming down at him with a confident smile. With only his left hand All Might withstood the slimy monster's advance.

"No need to worry! Why? Because I AM HERE!"

*WHOOSH*

With a single punch the dark creature practically disintegrated, the air pressure it caused creating a huge draft that parted even the clouds above. Izuku felt like he was dreaming as he clutched his bag, trying his best to keep it from being blown away in the blast.

"Ha ha ha!" All Might gave his signature laugh as the calm set in. Turning to Izuku, he was about to commend the boy for his bravery, when the teenager did as his beaten, scraped, and battered body naturally demanded.

He fainted.

When he awoke at the scene, Izuku was immediately checked by paramedics to make sure he was alright; apparently they were just about to load his body onto a stretcher and take him to the hospital. He quickly declined a ride on the ambulance, knowing the cost (though significantly less than our day) of such luxuries, and when his attendants reluctantly cleared him to go he made for a quick escape into the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of his savior: All Might, but the giant of a man had disappeared.

Slightly disappointed at not having a chance to get the man's autograph, but still feeling like a high flying kite, Izuku sought out his manager to get cleared to clock out early from work. On the way he noticed several pro hero's congratulating Kacchan for hanging in there so long against that grime monster; a couple of the heroes made eye contact and moved to speak to Izuku, but he quickly skirted them into the crowd, embarrassed at making their jobs more hectic.

Having been cleared from work by his manager, a burly man with a huge chin, he ran around to the back alley of the store and unlocked his bike. As he fiddled with the combination he heard a *plop* behind him. Jumping like a spooked cat, he spun mid air, only to see his notebook on the pavement. Not even realizing he had lost the bundle of pages, he leafed through it until his eyes skimmed the last page. Then his eyes bulged in glee and surprise!

"You inspired me today, young man!" - All Might

Izuku rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but the autograph remained there, clear as day. He felt hope and excitement bubbling from his chest. Maybe someone like him really could make it as a hero!

Any pedestrian on Izuku's route home that was paying attention would have been confused by the goofy grin on the messy haired boy's face when coupled with tears of joy.

(Just a few moments prior)

All Might sighed in the manliest of ways as he read over the boy's notebook. It was absolutely packed with hero knowledge. Quirks of every shape, size, and caliber were cataloged in the off white pages. Not to mention all of the notes suggesting the lad planned to attend U.A.

It was truly impressive. Truly, truly, impressive. All Might had gotten a good vibe just from seeing the boy dash out of a burning building to save the Explosion Quirk boy, especially when he yelled out that his legs had "moved on their own."

He had almost felt impressed to grab the boy and tell him his secret right then and there, his instincts yelling "THIS! THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!" But something held him back at the same time. He barely knew the boy, he'd never seen the lad's forgettable face in his life; at least, not in any memorable way. Perhaps in passing at the convenience store. Maybe he'd seen the boy on his scraped up bike once or twice. But nothing to really judge the boy's character.

Until now. Now he had TWO pieces of evidence to prove the boy's character: the boy's selfless act to save someone else, and his strangely detailed notebook. Everything pointed to him as a qualified successor to One For All.

But something seemed off.

In the margins on every page there were little notes written, listed out below an underlined name and phone number. Each list varied slightly, but several words seemed to repeat: shares, short sell, invest, stop order. Even today's neatly dated entry held some of the same phrases.

Call Kakusa-kun #-###-###-####

Kamui Woods - Short sell 500 shares, expect ~6% drop

Mt. Lady - purchase 100 shares, stop loss 2600 yen per share.

Deathgoro and Backdraft, hold shares

All Might sighed again, not sure what to make of the boy's apparent financial portfolio. Many a hero had lost themselves in the pursuit of money and fame. It would be catastrophic, not doubt, if One For All fell into the hands of one such hero.

So there he sat atop the rooftops, hmm'ing and haw'ing; he supposed he'd just have to wait. But perhaps he could do a little to move things along . . .

He flipped to the inside of the damaged book's cover, reading the boy's name aloud. He saw the boy enter an alleyway just below him, and so he made quick to return the boy's notepad. With a few added words of encouragement of course. Watching the boy's reaction, he cupped his chiseled chin.

"Midoriya Izuku . . . Hmm, I wonder . . . "

End Chapter 1

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So, I'm going to be completely honest here, I wasn't sure how this was going to turn out when I started, but I like it. I think . . .

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