Hey everyone, it is I, the Phoenix, here with a new story for you all this very merry Christmas!

It was an idea I had floating around my head since I started watching the Prillyaverse Series and read this Cardcaptor Sakura fanfic crossover with MHA. You'll see what this is about in the chapter.

Most of my messages to you guys for this will be in the apAuthor's Note at the end of the story, so check that out as well.

I'm not very good with locations, especially in Japan, so please forgive me for any mistakes. I don't even understand what a 'Prefecture' is supposed to be to begin with.

As always, I'm trying to keep everything as realistic as possible, so please bear with me.

Anyways, that's enough stalling; it's time to get on with the story!

Chapter 1 - Izuku Mirodiya: Origin.

Izuku Midoriya had always been Quirkless.

The useless "Deku" who would always be on the bottom rung of the totem pole solely for being unfortunate enough to be born without a cool superpower.

But he had always clung to his dream of becoming a Pro Hero like his lifelong idol, All Might. In one story, he runs into All Might by chance after nearly getting killed by a Villain.

While his dreams were crushed that day, they were soon restored when a burst of reckless heroism impressed the Hero enough to bequeath Izuku his power, putting the once powerless boy on the path to becoming the world's greatest Hero.

This is not that story.

Instead, this is the story of a child who, against all odds, managed to shake the very foundations of his world, and became a Hero in his own way, going far beyond the scope of what even the greatest of his counterparts could imagine.

A child, who by no real fault of his own, became embroiled in something far greater than himself or even his world. A child who would achieve his dreams without even realizing it, and one who would blaze a trail that aspiring Heroes would follow for centuries.

What could make such a difference? What branching point would lead to such a divergence in fate?

It all started with a chance encounter, and then spiraled into a blend of mayhem that turned his life on its head.

The encounter wasn't a villain attack, it wasn't a one time chance to speak with his favorite hero, nor was it a bully's harsh, scathing words.

In fact, it was something so trivial an ordinary person would have dismissed it entirely.

But Izuku Midoriya was never an ordinary person.

It all started a few weeks before his tenth birthday. Izuku was walking home from school one day, when he found out that the street he normally took to get back to his home was loaded with traffic due to an accident that had taken place a few minutes prior.

In one universe, Izuku would have waited for the road to be cleared, before he continued walking home, arriving close to 7 PM just in time to be swept away by a tsunami of his mother's tears.

In this universe, Izuku decided to take a detour. And that was what made all the difference.

Izuku was walking along the road, enjoying the cool wind that blew through Mustafu that fine day, when he came across a young man a couple years older than him, helping an old lady by rescuing her cat from a tree.

It was something that one would see in just about any story or even real life, but it was what the lady said to the boy that struck Izuku with the force of a Delaware Smash.

She said he was her hero.

That one sentence caused Izuku to freeze in his tracks, his eyes wide. The old lady would continue walking her cat and the boy would go run off to meet with his friends, but Izuku couldn't move from his spot.

In the end, he couldn't get one lingering thought out of his mind.

What does it mean to be a hero?

Of course, everyone knew about the costumed crusaders that beat up Villains, but what did it really mean to save someone? Helping an old lady gather her groceries, rushing an incapacitated man to the hospital; wasn't that also saving people, in its own way? Didn't doctors save plenty of lives by performing complex surgeries on the wounded?

Izuku never wanted to be a hero for the fame, glory, or even to beat up villains. He just wanted to help people. Because that was just common sense.

It was then that he realized; maybe he couldn't become a hero because he was Quirkless, but that didn't mean he couldn't save someone and help those in need.

In the end, he still came home late and drowned in his mother's tears.

But a flame that had gone out since the age of four was gently being rekindled. The first spark had been cast. And there were more to come.

When Izuku turned ten, he made a resolution: to memorize every detail, every shop, every person, and every Hero in his neighbourhood. It's a step down from becoming a hero, but it was a great feat nonetheless. The area around his apartment is one of the busiest areas in the entire city.

Instead of simply watching on the sidelines, Izuku trailed quietly after Heroes and got accustomed to his neighbourhood. While other children his age were hanging out together at the mall or the park, Izuku explored every nook and cranny of the area around his home. He reinforced some knowledge - the shopping street, the library, the local park, the train station - and learned somethings new - the soup kitchen, a small hole-in-the wall gem of a bakery, a group of stray cats that prowl around the alleys, searching for food.

During this time, Izuku talked to many people. He was a nervous and awkward person by heart, but heroes are a common topic that everybody was capable of keeping a conversation about. When he asked about the mysterious Wash in a quiant little cafe called Applin's, the barista was more than happy to tell Izuku all about how Wash was a very kind and exuberant man who always takes his coffee with three milks and two sugars.

By the end of the month, he'd more or less figured out all the patrol patterns within a seven-block radius around his apartment and memorized Applin's menu. It is, admittedly, kind of creepy and maybe a bit obsessive, but it was more fun than anything else Izuku's ever done. It was also hard, hard work, keeping track of so much about so many people.

In fact, when Kacchan tried to take the notes he'd worked so hard on, Izuku decided that Kacchan probably wasn't the best friend he'd ever had. He thought this as he snatched his notebook back, punched Kacchan in the jaw, and made a wild sprint for home, due to a spurt of bravery he didn't even know he had.

Surprisingly enough, Kacchan didn't chase him or tell the teacher, but the look he gave Izuku the next day surpassed acerbic on so many levels. Still, he no longer harassed Izuku as much anymore, which was a welcome blessing. The rest of the class seemed to have taken his jaw-punching to heart, because they started to lay off as well. Bullying was only fun when the victim didn't fight back.

Scuffles still happened, but when they did, Izuku didn't hesitate to fight back. He wasn't a fighter, but after years of being bullied, Izuku knew how to fall, how to crumple against blows, and how to improvise weapons with what little he had. Most importantly, he knew everyone's Quirks and exactly how to fight against each and every one of them.

He proved this when a group of bullies with minor ice quirks cornered him. By the time five minutes was up, Izuku was bruised and battered, but the bullies were bawling over their scorched fingers and burnt skin. Playing Pokemon had really taught Izuku about the glories of elemental type advantages.

Izuku got in trouble for throwing hot water on the bullies the next day. He didn't really understand why the teachers were being so serious about it; after all, it wasn't like the water was boiling or anything. And these were the same people who did nothing when Izuku was being bullied and needed help.

Into Midoriya scolded her son for his reckless behaviour, but was quietly thankful that he was no longer the target of the horrible bullying he had experienced in the past. She approved of his newfound sense of adventure and bought him a used phone so that she could always make sure he was safe.

One Wednesday evening, Izuku had just finished wrapping up his latest scrawl session at Applin's when a Villain walked into the shop and asked where the nearest police station was. The situation itself was terrifying, but was heightened by the Villain's warped features and multitudinous limbs that were jutting out in every direction. He was dripping blood from a few of the many arms he had.

The barista was paralyzed with fear. Her eyes gleamed bright blue, which Izuku had noted to happen when she was scared, and her voice shook as she tried to deliver a coherent sentence.

"Sir." Izuku said, against his own better judgement, his voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. "Sir!" he repeated, louder this time, holding his shaking hands behind him.

The Villain turned to face him, and Izuku felt a shiver run down the entire length of his spine.

"I know where the nearest station is." Izuku stated, trying to keep his voice calm. A slight hitch catches onto the end of the sentence, but he powered on anyway.

"If you leave the shop and go right, you'll be at an intersection. Take a right, continue straight for two blocks, and then turn left. Keep going down the street, and you can't miss it."

The villain gave him an awful smile, all sharp fangs and bloody gums. "You're useful, kid." was all he said before he turned around and trudged out the door.

Izuku felt nauseous, but the barista didn't look much better than he did, so he tried to keep his anxiety under wraps. After a minute had passed, the barista spun to meet Izuku's eyes.

"Why'd you tell him where the station is?" She sounded somewhat angry but was mostly hysterical. "Who knows what'll happen if a villain walks into a police station and starts tearing it apart? That's - you can't just -"

"It's okay, miss," Izuku replied. It really was okay, because Izuku had thought one step ahead. "I didn't give him directions to the station."

The look the barista gave him was beyond hysterical.

Izuku moved quickly to give an explanation before the barista throttled him or started crying; he really couldn't tell which was more likely at that point.

"Wash patrols the neighbourhood on Wednesdays between 4 and 7. He usually walks the entire length of Willow Drive, which is why I told the Villain to keep walking down the street."

Nervously, Izuku fiddled with his mechanical pencil. "I'm sure a Pro Hero would be able to take down a Villain like him."

The barista seemed to look at him with a new sense of clarity, but demanded that Izuku stay with her until she could call the police and tell them about the situation. With nothing else to do, Izuku sat quietly with a cup of hot chocolate and a slice of banana bread. Across from him, the barista tapped the counter nervously, though the near-fluorescent blue of her eyes had dimmed down to a paler hue, meaning that she was calming down.

The officers arrived soon after, questioning both Izuku and the barista individually. Izuku answered their questions to the best of his ability, ripping apart the banana bread anxiously. Surprisingly, the interrogation didn't take very long. The officers commended him for his bravery and told him that he'd make a wonderful police officer. Izuku blushed all the way to his toes. This marked the first time he had received genuine praise about his own abilities, and it made him feel warm.

"You know, kid, you're really something else." the barista mumbled after the officers had left. There was nothing he could say to that, so Izuku just nodded quietly as he packed his notebooks away. It's clear that he wasn't welcome here any longer. That made him sad, because Applin's was the best cafe in the city to write in.

Before Izuku stepped out the door, he apologized for the trouble he'd caused and thanks the barista for the hot chocolate. The woman offered a small grin and a nod.

"Drop in sometime if you feel like it." was the last thing the barista said before she turned around to close up shop. Her tone was less dismissive and more tired, which Izuku counted as a major win. Maybe he'll even return one day, right after he changed his identity and never came back as himself.

After the villain incident, Izuku realized that he was right; although he was Quirkless, he was far from useless. For a period of time, he seriously considered becoming a police officer, or maybe a detective. It was appealing, but Izuku had never worked well with the enormous limitations that officers had to work under (like the law). It was easier to do what he loved doing quietly.

The notebooks began to pile up on his table at home, so Izuku dedicated a shelf exclusively to his notes. The majority of them were in-depth analyses of Pro Heroes, but some of them were about civilians with notable quirks. Kacchan's was one of the most thorough profiles he had.

As the weeks passed, Izuku became more and more confident in his ability to navigate his neighborhood. He knew every shortcut, every hidden alleyway shop, every stationary shop, and even the run-down warehouse the local gangs set up shop in. Due to his constant excursions, the chefs and waiters in just about every restaurant down Sunset Boulevard recognize him. Some even know him by name. This also applied to nearly half the city itself, which wasn't really surprising considering that wandering became almost a hobby for him by that point. It was far easier for him to wander the streets and talk to new people than to sit at home or in class and be constantly tormented for his Quirklessness, either by the kids at school or in his own head at home.

"Hey, Midoriya." Rin, the ramen chef, greeted, pausing to wipe her hands on a towel before approaching Izuku. "What're you looking for today?"

Izuku froze. Oh, no. He should have figured out what he wanted before he came in. Luckily, the sign behind Rin boldly declared that the house special had a discount deal, which he accepted readily. Rin nodded and moved to prepare the ramen.

Rin and Izuku made small talk in the meantime. Izuku recounted his experiences with the children he's begun to visit; both the terminally ill at the hospital and the less fortunate kids at the orphanages, while Rin complained about the unseasonably warm weather and her pet dog.

"Not only that, but we've been crazy busy lately." the chef huffed, arranging the toppings on the noodles. "I haven't had any time to look after Hiro, and I'm worried that he'll get heat stroke."

"I can look after him for you." Izuku said immediately, without having first processed the words that had just left his mouth. Honestly, it was a habit; for all of his analytic skills and intelligence, he had the annoying habit of following his impulses more than anything else.

Instantly, Rin brightened. "Really? That'd be great. I don't mind paying you to make sure Hiro gets fresh air and a cool bed."

"Okay." Izuku replied, then froze once more. Wait, what? He had no idea how to take care of animals. He'd never even had a pet. Choosing not to share this detail, Izuku accepted the bowl of ramen and eats in silence. There was no way he can go back on his word, especially not after Rin looks happier than she had been all week. It couldn't be harder than larning chess just to play with the elderly folks at the park.

After Izuku finished his meal, Rin gave him her number and promised to call whenever she needed any help with her dog. Izuku nodded, then ran home and read about taking care of dogs on the Internet for two hours. True to her word, Rin called two days later, telling him that she was hosting some sort of party at her restaurant. The heat wave that had been passing by the city was miserable, and Hiro hadn't been enjoying it.

Izuku met Rin in front of her restaurant an hour before the usual opening time. A small Shiba sat next to Rin, a bright red collar around its neck. Upon seeing Izuku, Hiro perked up immediately. Say what you will about canines, but they liked adorable things too. And they weren't about to judge him for being Quirkless. All he needed to do was pamper them.

"This is my baby, Hiro." Rin declared, smiling widely. "Treat him nicely, okay?"

Five minutes later, Izuku left with Hiro's leash in his hands and a bag of Hiro's food and toys. He walked a block before he stopped and questioned why he did the things that he chose to do.

The day goes surprisingly well. Hiro was friendly and active, which made him a bit overwhelming at first, but he eventually tired himself out and curled up in a shady, cold corner of Izuku's room. By the afternoon, the pavement was burning hot, so Izuku had to wait until the sun goes down before he could walk Hiro. He decided to take care of two birds with one stone, so he walked Hiro down Sunset Boulevard.

By the time he returned home, six people working in different shops had given him their contact information to look after their dogs. Izuku had not yet learned how to deny people. Maybe he should before he accidentally started an impromptu dog-sitting service.

Apparently he didn't learn quickly enough, because the next time he was out walking the bookstore owner's dog, several people approached him and asked if he was willing to take care of their dogs for a price. Izuku agreed without even thinking. After that, he quickly retreated home so that nobody could approach him again.

Izuku wasn't sure how, but he'd become the go-to person when someone on Sunset Boulevard needed a dog-sitter. It's actually kind of nice. Not only is he getting paid, but he also gets to play with the dogs and gets fresh air at the same time.

This is how the summer of Izuku's tenth birthday passed by. To his surprise, he was snowed in with presents, with almost everyone he knew getting him some kind of gift to go with their cakes, every restaurant owner granting him free meals, and even the old mechanic at the corner of Mustafu had gotten him a full set of monkey wrenches. It honestly makes Izuku burst into tears, because the young boy isn't used to this kind of acceptance, as it was something he never got from people his own age. Among them, he was a pariah for not being born with a unique power, but among these people, he was just the kind, adorable boy who would do anything to help someone in need.

Even if he wasn't a true Hero, he had engraved himself into the hearts and minds of the people around his neighborhood. And that fact never stopped making him happy.

Dog-sitting was sporadic, with most calls coming in the day of the job, but Izuku took advantage of it, walking around the lesser-known parts of his neighbourhood while walking the dogs. Other dog-walkers at the park were becoming familiar with his face, giving him waves and greetings as he passed by them. Some of the store owners gave him discounts in exchange for taking care of their dogs, while others treated him to dinner.

By the end of the summer, Izuku had done a pretty good job and made excellent progress towards his goal. Sunset Boulevard has become a second home of sorts; he knew everyone there and everyone there knew him.

School started again without much excitement. Izuku was forced to change his dog-sitting services to exclusively the weekend and after school, which his clients could live with. The heat waves passed and summer vacation was over; the hot and busy season had passed, meaning people could be more flexible with their own schedules.

Unsurprisingly, Izuku's classmates still teased him for his Quirklessness, but Izuku realized with a shocking revelation that he didn't really care; in the grand scheme of things, there were so many people who supported him in one way or the other, that he didn't feel the need to try and garner support from children his own age, who he decided were sometimes crueler than adults in their own right. Kacchan glared at him whenever he passed by, snarling insults and stomping off angrily after every interaction. He doesn't make any attempt to harm him like before though, something Izuku notices. And so he went on with his school days, walking around town when he has the chance.

One important think Izuku decided to do was maintain a healthy body. Dog sitting and chasing after heroes had certainly done their part on his physique, but if Izuku ever wanted to become a Hero, he needed to be stronger than most and make up for the Quirk that he didn't have. He knew it was possible; tales of the Quirkless Vigilante Knuckleduster had reached his ears when he walked dogs, and even the likes of Eraserhead fought mostly Quirkless, considering his Quirk only evened the playing field instead of directly knocking someone out. However, these people were few in number, which really sunk in the point that he was heading down a very difficult road, something he didn't care about. The people at the gym now knew him very well, adopting the green bean within a week of his joining, and Izuku even made a new friend; Mirio Togata.

The boy was probably the only friend Izuku had his own age, followed by Tamaki Amajiki when the two of them were introduced to each other by their mutual friend.

The three of them were aspiring Heroes and Hero nerds, and Izuku nearly flooded them with his tears when neither of them mocked his dream of becoming a Hero even though he was Quirkless.

Mirio confided that his Quirk was nearly useless, as his Permeation, while seemingly powerful, had too many drawbacks to be practically feasible. Tamaki's social issues and perpetual anxiety, combined with a Quirk that wasn't easy to use, also put him in the same boat as the two of them. Izuku wasn't about to let his new friends lose out on their mutual dreams, however; because even if their Quirks were weak or difficult to use, they still had a much greater advantage than someone like him who was born without power.

They spent many evenings together, Izuku's honed and refined analytical skills picking out the flaws in each of the their Quirks and how to correct them. Inko Midoriya was more than ecstatic to see that there were children out there who were friendly to Izuku, and was always more than accommodating to them whenever they came over.

The three of them aspired to enter U.A. High School, and pushed each other to achieve their dreams. Funnily enough, Izuku tended to switch between being upbeat like Mirio and having anxiety attacks like Tamaki, which led to many people teasing the trio kindheartedly when they hit the town.

Izuku cried himself to sleep sometimes when he realized that he was no longer alone. He now had true friends who supported him wholeheartedly, even Tamaki, who would sooner jump off a cliff than give a motivational speech. To his surprise, he discovered another perk of having a friend like Mirio; he had a well-defined eight-pack by the age of twelve. Let it never be said that Mirio was anything short of a training freak. There were many days that the cartoonish-looking boy dragged both of his exhausted friends home or slung them over his shoulders, much to their embarrassment.

His scream of 'POWER' whenever he did so became a local joke, much to Izuku and Tamaki's shame. It was honestly rare to not see the three of them together, and Mirio and Tamaki's respect for their younger friend only grew when they saw how much he had integrated himself into the community and how hard he worked for a dream that seemed almost impossible for someone Quirkless like him. Due to the difference in their Grade, they usually met up at Ms. Luna's after school, and sort of did whatever floated their boat from there. The two boys sometimes helped Izuku with his dog-sitting.

They swore never to speak of the incident where Tamaki was nearly eaten by a German Shepherd named Sparkles after using his Quirk at the wrong time.

To this day, he still looked around warily to make sure there were no dogs before he entered an eatery.

Almost every establishment in that corner of Mustafu had a framed picture of the three in their Halloween costumes; with Mirio as All Might, Tamaki as the underground Hero Eraserhead, and Izuku as Hawks. People had nearly died from the adorableness; Tamaki and Izuku's expressions as All-Mirio held one of them under each arm, wrapping Izuku like a burrito with his fake wings, was honestly a sight to behold. Their names, especially Izuku's, were always on the mind and the tongue.

At this point, Izuku realized that even if he wasn't able to become a Pro Hero, he still would be satisfied if he could help people the same way he'd been doing the past few years, occasionally with Tamaki and Mirio's help. The smiles he received and the gratitude of others either made him blush in embarrassment or burst into tears; he had made a mark on people, without wearing a fancy costume and beating up others.

The fact that the tokens of gratitude and presents from his well-wishers had filled up the driveway the day he turned twelve really drove home the fact that maybe the future wasn't as bleak as he had once thought.

Of course, life wasn't all fun and games; school was honestly hell, and Mirio and Tamaki weren't always around to defend him.

But overall, Izuku was happy. Despite the occasional bouts of insanity from his two friends, his life was stable and Izuku felt like he was heading somewhere great.

Of course, then the incident happened, and nothing Izuku knew was ever the same again.

Except for the fact that Bakugou now avoided octopus of any kind due to an incident where Tamaki had found him bullying Izuku. The timid boy's surprising savagery that day had shocked Izuku and Mirio to no end.

"Today's finally the day, huh?" said Mirio, gazing up at the sky, his blue eyes unfocused.

"Yeah..." said Tamaki.

"F-For you guys at least. I've still got two years." lamented Izuku.

The three friends were lying down on a grassy hill, watching the sun rise. It was the day of the UA Entrance Exams for those students applying for the Hero Course, and Tamaki, along with Mirio, was about to take the next step to achieving their shared dream.

"Don't worry, Izu!" said Mirio, his ever-present grin widening as he gave the younger boy a thumbs up. "Soon, it'll be your turn. And don't worry; even if you don't have a Quirk, I know you'll do great. We've been training for years! And you still have two more to hone your skills."

"Of course." said Izuku softly, smiling, although he was tearing up. It was sad to see that Mirio and Tamaki were already about to enter their own Hero Courses, leaving hi-

"We're not leaving you, Izuku." said Tamaki, surprisingly enough. The blue-haired teen placed a hand on his shoulder, facing Izuku. "We'll always be waiting for you. We won't be able to go far from you, you know. You and Mirio are like the sun... but even then, you shine brighter than anyone I've even seen before. Someone like you... will definitely make it into UA. You'll catch up to us soon enough, and we'll be waiting for you."

"That's right!" said Mirio, who was on Izuku's other side. "We wouldn't have gotten this far without you, bro. We owe how much we've learned to use our Quirks to you. Before I couldn't even Permeate through a wooden plank; now I can go through walls with ease! And Tamaki's grown leaps and bounds from all the research you did on his Quirk."

This was true. They had found out about Izuku's habit of keeping detailed notes about any and all Quirks he had come across, and supported it whole-heartedly. Izuku was both the brains and the heart of the team, and with people actually encouraging him to do what he was good at, his own analytical skills had improved quite a bit, especially when it came to Quirks. Cracking down how to help Tamaki and Mirio use their Quirks properly was a project he had thrown himself into, night and day. How far the two boys had come was a testament to Izuku's skills.

"We're a team, the three of us." continued Mirio, reaching out as if to grab the stars. "Even if we're split apart by school, we'll always be together. Remember our dream, Izu? Of founding our own Hero Agency? Of becoming the best Heroes in the world? We won't, we can't, accomplish that dream without you. It would never feel right. So don't worry; because I know you'll find your way."

Now Izuku couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and wrapped both the boys in a fierce hug. The three of them were smiling, linked by the bond of their friendship. Izuku knew deep in his heart that he must have been amazingly lucky to have friends like them.

A few hours later, the three of them were standing in front of U.A. High, just before the exam was about to start.

"Mirio-kun, did you remember to pack your special clothes?" asked Izuku worriedly, fawning over the two older boys like a worried mother, drawing a small grin from Tamaki and a huge smile from Mirio. And wasn't Izuku supposed to be the socially awkward one that couldn't speak a full sentence without stuttering?

The boy in question gave thumbs up, gesturing to his duffel bag with his free hand.

"Tamaki-kun, did you eat up properly this morning and pack your bento?"

An octopus tentacle poked him in the forehead, while Tamaki held up the bento in question with his other hand.

Let it be known that Izuku and Mirio were the only people he would act that sassy around.

"Now get out there, you guys. Show them what you've got!"

"Yes sir!" the two boys shouted in unison, causing Izuku to blush furiously, as all eyes fell upon them.

"We'll do this, buddy! Nothing's going to stand in our way, especially with you cheering us on! Right, Tamaki?"

Silence.

"Eh, Tamaki?"

The boy in question was trying to melt into the nearby wall, realizing that he was now being scrutinized by all the people who had heard their little outburst.

Izuku was in a good mood, as evidenced by the large smile on his face, drawing a matching smile from Professor Washi, who was sitting across from him, holding a clay tablet.

"Something good happen today, Izu-chan?" asked the eagle-headed man, his beak curved in amusement.

"A-ah Y-yes, Sir! Mirio and Tamaki are taking their U.A. Entrance Exam! I-I'm just glad they're closer to reaching their dreams!" said Izuku, scratching the back of his head nervously while holding a tablet which displayed a picture of a similar clay tablet.

Izuku had taken to deciphering ancient languages in his free time, Latin and Cuneiform being his main areas of expertise. When he had been working on a piece of a Roman Temple that had been recently recovered in Ms. Luna's, he had met Professor Washi, who was in change of the Mustafu branch of National Archeological Recovery Initiative, which was initiated by the government in order to find and preserve elements from the Pre-Quirk era.

The man had been impressed with Izuku's skill, and had invited the boy to work with him and his students, who studied at the Mustafu University, on a few pieces that had been excavated and delivered to them from across the globe.

Izuku would never forget the tears of joy on those student's faces when he cracked codes that had left them stumped for months within hours, and many of them still sent messages from time to time, thanking him for his work, which had helped them all gain invitations to prestigious programs and institutions across the nation and even abroad. He nearly had a heart attack when one of the more outspoken ones cited his work as the reason behind her success on national television. Thankfully, she hadn't mentioned his name, or he would have probably been swarmed.

Currently, Professor Washi and he were working one some of the rarest pieces they had ever found; perfectly preserved clay tablets from Babylonia, in modern day Iraq.

Izuku and the Professor had been deciphering them for a week now, indicating just how careful they had to be and how complex the translation was. To their surprise, it seemed to be a hidden segment of the famous Epic of Gilgamesh, which the Professor had been extremely excited about, as they were on the verge of making a breakthrough regarding one of the oldest known pieces of human literature.

Suddenly, the Professor seemed to remember something.

"Oh, Izu-chan, I just remembered that I had something for you." he said, standing and beginning to rummage through the drawers at the back of the room they sat in. Not finding it, much to his concern, the man turned to Izuku and rubbed his head sheepishly.

"I must have left it at home. Give me a minute okay? In the mean time, take a break and check out some of the old stuff we have here. We've been at this for hours now."

"Y-yes Sir!" said Izuku, and the Professor left the room, muttering something about his forgetfulness.

Izuku wondered what the Professor had wanted to give him. He mentally shrugged, putting down the tablet and getting to his feet.

He wandered over to the antique section, peering over the items there curiously.

Unknown to him, it was there that the future of the world would be flipped on its head.

All because of a box, sitting innocently at the edge of the large chest that held random junk from across the ages.

Izuku curiously picked it up, only to help in pain as he scratched his finger on a stray nail that had been jutting out of the chest. Ignoring his minor injury, Izuku placed the box on the nearby table, studying it curiously.

He didn't know why, but it almost felt like the box was calling to him, funnily enough.

He opened intently, and blinked at what he found.

'A toy wand and a deck of cards?'

He honestly wondered what kind of civilization those had come from.

The cards seemed to be golden, held in an elaborate card-holder that was similarly embossed in gold. The wand's appearance consisted of a yellow, four-pointed star in a ring that had two small green beads towards the top, with six emerald, crystalline wings, the size of each being smaller than the one above it, and a green retractable handle that had a white top with a gold color cross at the bottom. Honestly, these two items were probably the wierdest things he had ever seen in his life.

Not counting that guy whose Quirk let him fart rainbows and move really fast, although it forced him to say 'NYAN' repeatedly whenever he used it. Last he heard that guy was arrested for illegal Quirk usage when he busted through two walls in rage when he found out that his internet videos of his own Quirk use had received no views.

It was then, that Izuku Midoriya's cardiovascular and circulatory systems decided to change the fate of the world.

A drop of blood fell on the card-holder.

To Izuku's alarm, what could only be described as a magic circle appeared above the card-holder, reacting immediately to his blood, before there was a flash of golden light, causing Izuku to flail blindly, grabbing onto something in the air.

When the light cleared, to Izuku's mounting horror, all the cards were gone, except for the one that remained clutched in his outstretched hand.

Oh no.

'Shielder.' a corner of his brain supplied helpfully, scanning the English writing on the card as Izuku began to hyperventilate.

Oh man, he had just lost an antique deck of golden cards! He was so dead! Professor Washi would be terribly disappointed in him and would never let him work him ever again! Oh God, he could never return! He would have to fake his death and go live out the rest of his life in a remote village in Nepal, and then-

[Sheesh, kid, what's with all the muttering?]

The scene was like something out of a horror movie. Izuku slowly turned around, his face pale, and suddenly found himself eye to eye with the toy wand from earlier, which was now floating in the air.

Okay, what?

[What's wrong? You look like you've never seen a Kaleidostick before.]

"T-that's because I-I haven't!" stuttered Izuku, not taking his eyes off the floating wand. Just what the hell was that thing? And what on earth was a Kaleidostick? And why did it sound like a guy?

And on a side note, he had officially gone insane; he was talking to a toy. And the toy was apparently talking back.

The wand retracted its handle, seemingly content to just float around on its emerald wings, it floated around him, seemingly scrutinizing him from all angles.

[Oh, non-magical I see? Well, I suppose that isn't a problem. I am Magical Emerald, the first Kaleidostick Mystic Code created by that troll Zelretch and the older brother of Magical Ruby and Magical Sapphire! I'm also the keeper of the Class Cards!]

Izuku's stomach dropped as a slow dread began to fill his stomach.

"Y-you m-mean the cards that were in that card-holder?" he asked nervously, not liking the obvious answer.

[Yeah, exactly! My deadbeat creator honestly has no idea to do with dangerous magical items, I tell you! He's like 'Oh Emerald, you defective Mystic Code, why don't you watch over these extremely dangerous Class Cards so I can amuse myself if something bad happens to them *wink* *wink*'! And he even said 'wink wink' out loud, for Pete's sake!]

"U-um..."

[What is it, kid? There's no need to be shy! Your big brother Emerald isn't going to hurt you!]

Emerald flew over to his head and ruffled his green locks with one of his wings. Izuku, in the meanwhile, was trying not to have a panic attack.

"T-then y-you should probably know that they're kind of all gone now." he said, wringing his hands together as best as he could with a card between his fingers

[...]

Emerald spun around, and just floated in the air, staring at the now empty card-holder. Then it turned back to him, and Izuku noted that if Emerald had a face, he would probably be making dead fish eyes at him.

"..."

[Well, sh*t. You got your blood on the deck, didn't you? A potent magical catalyst for binding contracts...]

"I-I'm so sorry!" cried Izuku, dropping into a seiza position. "It was an accident!"

That was it. Izuku was dead, and his soul had just ascended to whatever otherworldly realm souls go to after death.

[It's fine... *sigh*. It isn't your fault anyway, since the deck was most likely rigged to do that as a prank when someone became contracted to it. Like I said, my idiot creator has way too much time on his hands sometimes. And us poor souls have to pick up the debris from the messes he leaves behind...]

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lose them, though! I... I'll get them back, I promise!"

Hang on, what?

Clearly the years hadn't taught Izuku how to say no to people, or get rid of his chronic anxiety then again, he had lost a deck of expensive-looking cards so maybe it was justified this time. Probably.

Wait, didn't the floating wand just say that it was okay and that this was probably supposed to happen?

He had panic attacks at the absolute worst times.

Oh God, Mirio and Tamaki were going to kill him. Maybe after they died of laughter at the situation he had gotten himself into.

[Well, of course you will! You're the only one who can get them back and seal them up, since you're the one who bonded to the deck! You'll probably face unspeakable danger and come close to dying several times, but that's all in the line of duty, right?]

Izuku was nearly in tears.

Why, oh why did these kind of things always happen to him?

[Oh, if we don't get the cards back, then it'll cause the end of the world as you know it.]

"T-THE END OF THE WORLD!" screamed Izuku, his face going completely white.

Forget dead, he would be roasted in cheese fondue for all eternity in the afterlife!

Emerald seemed to nod in the air, before he floated over to his cut finger and poked it with one of his wings.

[And that's why we have to get them back. The Class Cards are extremely powerful magical artifacts, and letting them run amok is the peak of irresponsibility. And while I'm a pretty laid back guy, I can't just let the world get destroyed because of my screw up. I'm the one who was supposed to be watching over them!]

Emerald's handle burst out again, and suddenly placed itself in Izuku's outstretched hand. He reflexively gripped its handle, and to his surprise found that his fingers now seemed to be stuck to it. The boy panicked, trying to shake it off, but the Kaleidostick wouldn't budge.

[What's your name, kid?]

"I-Izuku Midoriya!" he said, his voice coming out without his own permission.

The wand in his hands began to glow brighter, illuminating the room like a second sun.

[Yeah! Master Registration is now complete!]

Master Registration? What was Emerald talking about? Izuku stiffened as he felt a strange current beginning to flow through his body, seemingly content with just coursing through him.

[Compact Full Open!]

The energy surging through Izuku's body seemed to be seeping out onto his skin, causing him to feel tingly all over.

[Mirror World Circuits: Maximum Engage!]

To his surprise, the energy began to coat his body in a cocoon of power, and started to melt over his body like a second skin. He could feel something forming over him as well, but with the bright light he couldn't tell exactly what that something even was.

When the light cleared, to his horror, Izuku found that he was wearing what looked like an outfit straight from a shotacon's wet dreams.

He had... become a Magical Boy! He had been emasculated in the most brutal way possible, and he knew it all too well. If someone actually saw him in this outfit, he would probably have shave his head, change his skin color and go join the Marines. Only then would he be able to reclaim what the garb had cost him.

[Introducing the brand new Kaleid Liner: Prisma Izuku!]

Izuku did what anyone would do when they found out that they had basically sold their soul to a talking stick that had turned him into a Magical Boy.

He screamed like a little girl. And then fainted.

[It's the name, right?]

And it was with this epic scene, that the Izuku Midoriya of this universe set out on a journey unlike any of those his counterparts had been on, facing unspeakable danger in order to save his world.

And that's a wrap, ladies and gents!

That is what this story is about, and while this chapter may seem kind of dull in the beginning, please remember that it is a just a backstory. The coming chapters will have what you're looking for in terms of Fate action.

Kaleidostick Emerald is not as powerul as Ruby and Sapphire, which will be explained more in the next chapter. He serves as the prototype Kaleidostick and the older brother of Ruby and Sapphire.

What I want to ask you is this; should Izuku become a vigilante or pursue a different path? He won't be able to become a Hero in time to legally use his 'Quirk' to save people if he goes the canon route, so that's up to you guys.

I am still going to make Izuku get One for All; the reason why will be explained in the next chapter, so don't worry about it. I have some sick combinations planned out for him to use it in conjunction with different Noble Phantasms and stuff.

As for the costume; don't worry, it'll be upgraded to something less humiliating and more bada*s real soon.

Please PM or leave a Review with any suggestions or corrections you might have, and what Servants you want our boy to encounter and befriend/romance.

And one more thing; Mirio and Tamaki, and probably Nejire by extension will be getting way more screen time than in the normal story. It's part of the alternate backstory, so please keep an open mind.

I hope you all enjoyed this fic. Please don't hesitate in showing support, because it's a huge motivator.

That's all I wanted to say, so Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Spatialphoenix here, burning to ashes.