A/N: A little idea that wouldn't leave me. My grammar is probably going to be bad, my spelling might be okay, and my pacing will be not all that great. I also use a lot of commas… You don't need to know who Nagito Komaeda is, but this is based off his luck and character. Izuku will be a little different, but they will share some of the same experiences. Hope you like it.

Izuku had begun life with a full deck of cards and a great starting hand. At first, everything was fine. He had both his parents love and support, his friend Kacchan, and his aspirations to be like All Might. Yes, everything looked fine… Until he turned four at least.

The apartment he lived in was small, but it was home. A four year-old Izuku jumped up and down with excitement. He had just learned what his quirk was, but his parents were paying the price.

"Slow down there kiddo. I know how excited you must be, but you will have to wait until tomorrow to tell your friends." It was his dad speaking, a small smile settled upon his face.

His dad was tall, had curly dark green hair, and grey eyes. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, the dark rims fading into the nearly pitch black room. Izuku shook his head, he hadn't even thought about telling anyone yet. Now he was even more excited.

"Easy Izuku, let me turn on the light." His mother's voice echoed around him, bouncing off the walls of the nearly empty apartment.

Light flooded the room, only for it to go out again. Above him, the glass bulb sparked and died.

"Looks like I'm not as lucky as you. Oh my little luckster, I'm so happy that you have a quirk." His mother's words were a little off putting, of course he would have a quirk.

Izuku could only think of one thing though, his dreams of being like All Might. Maybe he could try and weaponize his luck? How would he do that? One question wouldn't leave him, even if he already knew the answer.

They all began to disperse into the small apartment, his father grumbling about replacing the bulb. Izuku ran up to the computer, waiting for his mother to follow. He still had that question on his mind…

"Hey Mom, do you think I could become a hero?" The question was said softly, almost under his breath. Izuku was afraid, afraid that he would be rejected.

His mother stopped in her tracks. She looked like a deer in headlights, unable to move. His father overheard the conversation, slowly making his way towards him.

"Son, I think it would be better if you followed in my footsteps." His father seemed torn, but he ultimately just let out a sigh.

"I-Izuku, I feel that… I think it would be better if… I think you should try to work in the company?" His mother said this like it was a question, she could barely say the words.

Izuku sat there, heartbroken. He already knew what they wanted him to do with his life. He already knew, but even so, he cried like a baby. His dreams being crushed in front of him, maybe school would be better?

It only got worse at school. Kacchan called him Deku, everyone thought he was lying, and no one wanted to talk to him. They kept saying he was quirkless, that he was making things up. How would he be able to prove them wrong? Izuku still followed them, trying to get their attention. Hardly anyone believed him, and Kacchan kept saying that he wouldn't be a hero.

It only got worse overtime, especially after the incident. Wasn't he supposed to be lucky?

The first major event of his bad luck happened right before his birthday. It was in the summer, school was out and they were returning from a vacation. Despite the small apartment they live in, his family was rich. His parents explained that they wanted him to have a normal childhood, but they still wanted him to be the heir of his father's company. Izuku didn't really get any of it, but he did know that his dad's house was huge.

"Izuku, I want you to chew on this while we take off. I need you to be brave, airplanes are a little scary." His mother was trying to keep him calm, but the plane's engines were distracting him.

She handed him a piece of gum, he immediately shoved it into his mouth. He was scared, he held onto his mother for dear life. Even if he had already done this before, it did nothing to calm his worries.

"It will be alright, we are here for you." His father rested a hand upon his shoulder, slightly calming him.

A hero wouldn't be afraid!

He sucked it up and began chewing as the plane took off. He tried to distract himself, thinking of anything besides the plane.

Izuku felt like his quirk helped him out on making this trip happen. His family wanted him to have a normal life, but they took him to San Cristóbal Island. How lucky was that!? The beach was amazing, the birds were cool, and he didn't even get hurt while he was there! His luck had been off the charts lately, usually he would trip over his own shoe laces, or enter the wrong bathroom.

The four year old was content, time just seemed to slip as he felt himself nodding off. It had been a long day… His mother warned him not to sleep with gum in his mouth, but it was already too late. Izuku was out like a light.

He awoke to a man shouting. Izuku looked around to find the source of the commotion. He wish he hadn't. A man with a face mask was holding his father hostage, a sharp, spiky tendril threatened to end his life. His mother was trying to calm the man down, giving all the money she had to him.

Apparently the guy was looking for money and a safe way off the plane. He was shouting about how he would be a big shot villain, how his master would be pleased. Izuku didn't care about any of that, he just wanted to see his parents safe. Other passengers were backing away, trying to get away from the mass of spiky tentacles.

"Dad! Mom!" Izuku rushed to his mother's side, clinging to her.

In a span of a second, everything is his life changed. The guy in the face mask grabbed his mother, tearing her away from him. She whipped her head back, focusing on him.

"Izu-" A horrendous sound split throughout the plane. Izuku felt wind rushing past him, something almost hitting his head. An ear piercing wail reverberated in his skull. He covered his ears, trying to get the sound out of his head.

Izuku looked back to see the masked man on the floor, blood leaking out from under him. A suction of air was pulling the man towards the hole in the plane's floor. He couldn't look away, his fragile mind wouldn't let him.

What happened? What about mom and dad?

Izuku looked to where his dad was, unflinchingly cold eyes stared back at him. A hole was where is heart should have been, blood pooling onto the floor. He knew that his dad was dead, but he made his way towards him, not caring about his safety or the blood that would stain his shoes.

"D-dad? Please say something, tell me that you're okay." Tears streaked across his face, dripping off his cheeks in waves. Izuku bent down, shaking his dad. He was trying to wake him up, to make him do anything besides lay there and stare at him.

Coughing and sputtering could be heard behind him. His ears hardly detected it over the roaring wind and cries for help. Izuku looked back, slowly turning to see his mother crawling towards him. She was holding something in her hand while trying to claw her way over to him.

Izuku scrambled, his body bursting with adrenaline. His mother was so close, but he could hardly hear her over the sounds of panic and chaos.

"Gift for you… B-be brave Izuku…" His mother, she didn't look too good right now. She was covered in blood, an unseen injury slowly killing her. Her green hair tangled and matted against her face. Her pale skin was slowly losing even more color over time. Izuku couldn't hold his tears. She put something into his hands and retreated, a blood stained silver locket stayed.

"I know that you will be a great-" A silent wind escaped from her throat, drowning out whatever she was going to say to him. Izuku quickly realized that both of his parents had died in front of him. In the span of seconds, his life had changed.

A scream tore his throat apart, his hands desperately grabbing at his mother's corpse, trying to shake her awake. Other passengers flooded around him, trying to get the boy away from the small hole in the plane's floor and ceiling.

Izuku wouldn't let go, but they forced him to. After perceiving such a large amount of tragedy in so little time, Izuku Midoriya passed out from exhaustion.

It was weeks after the incident. He spends his fifth birthday surrounded by cold and uncaring servants. His father's house feeling distant and unwelcoming. Izuku hadn't been paying attention to the cops, but he knew that he had no other living relatives.

They decided to let him live with his fathers servants, in his father's old house. At the young age of five, Izuku Midoriya was rich and alone. The tragedy wouldn't leave his mind, everything in his father's house reminded him of his parents.

Izuku clutched a silver locket, a picture of his family sat firmly inside. He couldn't shake his feelings of bitterness and horror away. He didn't know it at the time of the accident, but his luck had killed his only family.

It had only took Izuku two years to understand that his therapist was a joke. Ever since the incident, he had to attend therapy lessons provided by the government. Izuku always put his fears and insecurities out on the table. He would explain how his nightmares only consisted of his mother's words, how he wouldn't be able to see his parents ever again.

His therapist's advice never really helped, the guy didn't even seem to take his job seriously. Izuku would try though, he would try the breathing exercises that were recommended to him. It did calm his nerves, but that was all. The horror of the event wouldn't leave him, he never really felt safe from his own quirk.

That was another thing entirely though. His therapist, as unprofessional as he could be, said that he was jealous of his quirk. Maybe it was to break the ice, maybe it was just a joke, but Izuku wasn't laughing. He wasn't stupid, after looking at the report a dozen of times, Izuku knew that his quirk was dangerous.

At the young age of seven, he understood that this was all pointless. His therapist was providing him false hope, something he despised. Izuku hated it, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Walking home was quite a boring affair. He had no one to talk to, his guards were nowhere to be seen. No friends, no family, and now no guards. Izuku was worried, he had been on a good streak for a while. Something was bound to happen.

He stood on the side of the road, the dull gray sky threatened rain. Izuku hurried his pace, he looked around to see that no one was near him. It was odd, there weren't any cars or people around him.

A white van pulled up to the curb, its windows were tinted pure black. Wasn't that illegal, they could get in trouble with the police… It took Izuku a second to realize what was happening. An older lady shuffled out of the van, scrambling her way towards him. He turned and sprinted.

He had always been a little faster than everyone, running away from your bullies for two years did help after all. Still, he was only seven years old. The lady was quickly gaining on him, her pitch black bodysuit stood out like a sore thumb.

Why are you wearing something so suspicious while trying to kidnap someone!?

Izuku turned towards an alleyway. Trying to distance himself as far as he possibly could. He was about to scream for help, surely a pro hero was around to save him?

It took him a second to realize that one of his shoes were untied, another to feel pain. Izuku fell onto the rough pavement with a thud. His body skid on the sidewalk, road rash quickly forming on his torso.

Why do you do this to me quirk?

The lady scooped him up and dumped him into an over sized trash bag. She dragged him along the sidewalk like he was yesterday's trash. How the hell was no one seeing this? He lived in a city, it was daytime, and a pro hero should be patrolling around here!

Inside the trash bag, Izuku could just hope he got out of this. His luck had always saved him, even if he got screwed in the end. He looked around the trash bag, trying his best to squirm and protect his head all at the same time.

It was not easy being Izuku Midoriya, it almost never was.

A lottery ticket landed on his face, its numbers already scratched out. Izuku looked at the ticket, its max prize was three million yen. He saw the numbers and sighed. It was a winning ticket, no, the winning ticket. Izuku had found three million yen in his kidnappers trash bag. He held onto his hope, praying that everything would be fine in the end.

I'm sick of this…

A/N: What did you think of it so far? It is pretty rough and updates will probably be super slow, but I enjoyed writing this. I wanted to break down Izuku while building him up with Nagito's philosophy. It might be a slow process, but I think that will be needed for this. Izuku is going to be twisted, messed up to the core. I'll also explain the way his parents died and why it Izuku's "fault"