Quirkless

Hello readers! I've never done a BNHA fanfiction before. I've mostly dabbled in Danny Phantom crossovers and some Naruto. Anyway I absolutely love the whole Villain Deku au. I mean I think I drew my inspiration of this story from another great story called Catharsis on ArchiveofOurOwn. It was a really good story.

Warnings:

A lot of swearing?

One of the characters has a mouth more rotten than Katsuki so beware. Also my own OC but he's not the central character so it should be fine.

I'm not going to have pairings in this story unless they're canon or serve a darn good purpose.

Slow burn so Deku isn't an established villain at the start and rather follows the journey of how he turned to the dark side.

Deku won't have quirks in this- hence the title.

Disclaimer: I don't own Boku no Hero Academia. Lol I would have probably made Izuku's hair orange if I did.

Chapter 1

The first meaningful event in Izuku's life had been his disappointment when hearing he was quirkless. The second most monumental moment in his life had been a rather normal day turning sour. A 10 year old Izuku had sat down, gripping his small legs in pain. There was something lonely about the park. Kids were everywhere but it didn't feel lively, well at least not for Izuku Midoriya. A small part of him cried out for attention, screaming for someone, anyone to notice him but children were cruel and no one was born equal. For years he had watched as other children grew up laughing, throwing fire balls, extending limbs, and levitating objects to their will, all the while with the small faith that one day that would be him. It came as a blow when it was confirmed he was quirkless.

"Deku, go home you fucking shit head!"

"B-but mom s-said I had to go with y-you," Izuku stuttered meekly as he looked away.

"Even a useless quirkless little bitch like you can walk yourself home! For fucks sake just go already," Bakugo growled as he placed a threatening hand on the small boy's chest.

"Y-yes," Izuku yelped as he scrambled to his feet, despite the pain from the blast he got to his right leg.

Holding back tears became harder and harder as the years past. For a while it felt like just a phase, that Katsuki would leave him be, and that once people saw past his quirklessness they would see a person worth befriending. But even after 4 years of school everyone was still avoiding him like a plague and if they weren't it was simply to make a jab at his expense. Izuku felt tears roll from his eyes as he walked through the empty streets.

"C-crying is f-for the weak," he mumbled, punishing himself for the simple crime of showing weakness.

A sudden explosion caught the boy off guard, the impact throwing him into a wall. Gasping for breath the tousled boy weakly stood to his feet. He glimpsed something rather odd. A man in a bright green and orange trench coat was laughing with malice as he tied up a hero with nothing but a metal cable. Izuku was frozen in place as the hero/villain battle commenced again, as the hero struggled, his body smoking in flames but unable to light up due to the liquid drenching his body.

"I won't let you get away with this!" the hero known as Lighter exclaimed in anger.

"Yes, it would be depressing if a no-name, quirkless villain beat you wouldn't it?"

Quirkless…

Izuku froze in surprise as his world stood still for a minute. For once in his life his thoughts didn't wonder to the possible uses of the hero's quirk, not even to the many solutions for his tight situation, but it stood solely on the villain. A villain, a quirkless villain, was overpowering a B-range hero with ease. A shiver went down the boy's spine as he watched on in fascination. He knew he shouldn't be feeling happy, he knew that he should be screaming for Lighter's victory, but a small part of him felt for the Trickster. A part of him wanted the quirkless villain to win.

"Looks like it's time for me to leave," he chirped as the sirens of police vehicles loomed from the distance.

It felt only natural for the boy to chase after the villain, to exert himself in ways unknown to him both physically and mentally to reach this elusive goal. Izuku ran, and ran, barely keeping up with the villain much taller, and about to jump on a bike. His heart beat fast as he grabbed onto the villain's cloak and forced himself on the bike just in time.

"Kid, what the fuck are you doing?" the villain yelled in confusion.

Izuku was crying in fear as he grabbed onto the panicking villains back, his body barely on the seat to be considered safe. For a moment he was questioning his sanity as he cried on a villain, the kind of person he wanted to defeat his whole life.

"Fuck it kid, I could throw you off right now. Give me on goddam reason why I shouldn't," the man growled in irritation.

"Y-you don't have a q-quirk!" Izuku cried.

The villain was visibly flustered as he drew to a corner, making sure no one saw him. He roughly pulled of his bike as the boy fell on the ground in a heap.

"Look, I steal things, sometimes I kill some heroes, but I darn as hell am not a child murderer although you're really pushing the idea here brat."

"I-I'm sorry- I just…"

"-What, thought it would be amazing to hitch a ride on a potential rapists bike? What are you, fucking dense? If I were Dark Lightning or fucking Ablaze, you would have been roast chicken by now!"

The villain growled wondering why he was giving the child a safety lesson instead of simply shooting him. Once he looked at how pathetic the little boy was he couldn't help but begrudgingly see a little bit of himself when he was that age.

Izuku was shaking like a leaf, his small body quaking and whimpering in fear. For the millionth time this day he questioned his sanity. A large part of him was screaming at him to apologise and leave the scary man alone but something seemed to be overriding his reason. With resolute eyes the boy stared right into the Villain's.

"Can I become strong like y-you even w-without a quirk?"

Trickster froze for a second, unsure of what to make of the suicidal boy. On one hand he knew on his reputation as a villain he should probably scar this boy for life, on the other… well he could feel only sympathy. Being quirkless was one of the reasons he had become the way he was right now, and back then quite a few people didn't have quirks. He couldn't quite imagine how it would be for this child, whose generation all had quirks except for the minor 20 or so percent that didn't. He could imagine there would be a lot of bullying but worst of all he could imagine the pity.

"Listen well brat, because I'm not going to let you tag along. Quirks are fucking stupid, some quirks are fucking useless, and some quirks are near god-level unstoppable, but get it into your thick brainwashed little bitch as head that fucking most of the population's quirks are jack-shit useless in combat."

The boy was listening intently enraptured by the completely foreign perspective he was hearing. Most quirks were useless… he had never thought of it that way and his head generated a thousand scenarios in which he was told a useless quirk was better than none. Despite his inner turmoil Trickster continued his rant.

"If you have fucking cotton candy for hair it isn't going to do jack shit for you in combat and yet idiots like them are fucking allowed to become heroes. A quirkless person can never become a hero although heroes are fucking useless trash anyway. So do whatever the fuck you want as long as you stop being a whiny piece of shit and find alternatives."

Izuku watched as the Villain got on his bike and sped away. It admittedly wasn't the most inspiring of pep talks (what with all the swearing and all) but for a whole minute he stood his ground, simply letting those crass yet meaningful words sink in. He knew it to be true, there were no heroes who were quirkless, the idea itself was laughable but suddenly it didn't seem so funny. What was the difference between him and his mother combat wise… nothing. So why was it that his own mother had a higher chance of becoming a hero than him?

For a moment the 10 year old simply let the questions sit unanswered. Tiredness swept over him and suddenly thinking seemed like far too much trouble. All Might was the greatest hero, you had to have quirks to be a hero, and the only really useful thing you could do with yourself was to be a hero… it didn't seem so concrete anymore. Izuku walked home, knowing that his questions would remain unanswered.

Now that he looked back that was the start of a series of events that really pushed him over the edge.

Sorry guys this chap is pretty small. Anyway leave a review or follow. Meh do whatever you want. It's not like I have crippling anxiety or anything. Jks. Feel free to leave a comment instead of reading this bitch as authors note.