"Can I…can I be a hero without a quirk?" It was a question Izuku had always held in heart. A question he had always wanted an answer for yet always denied. He could ask it to anyone he met, his mother, his classmates, even the random people he met on the streets, but whenever they answered, he'd dismiss it. He'd find some rationale to pick apart their answer or outright ignore it.
Now before him, stood the one person whose response he would never dare question. Before him stood the number one hero in all of Japan, possibly the World, All Might. Izuku watched the man with hope-filled eyes. His hero had saved him not a few moments ago from a villain. Perhaps he could give him the answer he had always wanted.
"No. You can't." All Might had answered. It wasn't any long-drawn-out explanation either, and there was no sense of belittling. All Might had lifted his shirt, revealing the injury he had been fighting through. A wound unlike any Izuku had ever seen. A wound caused by a villain, no one knew, that not only injured All Might but crippled him as well.
All Might had…in his defense, tried to mitigate the blow. He had told Izuku about all the numerous other avenues he could pursue, but it didn't work. It was all white noise to Izuku. Seeing as he had spent more time than needed, All Might leave, leaving Izuku alone with only his thoughts.
"I'm so sorry Izuku."
"You're nothing but a quirkless reject."
"As if he could be a hero."
Countless voices filled his head as he looked down at his notebook. His dreams didn't matter. He couldn't be a hero, not unless he had a quirk anyway. He collapsed on the roof, crying his heart out. Why did it have to be like this? Why was he born without a quirk? Why was he the unlucky one?
Izuku failed to notice that his intense emotions had drawn the interest of another being. A small little creature, almost the size of a little insect, fluttered beside him, its body was unnaturally white with, numerous red and purple veins spread across it. The creature looked at Izuku, feeling his distress. It was…perfect. The despair…the hopelessness, it was all that would be needed.
After Izuku had picked himself up. He gathered his things and walked home, his head low. After struggling for so many years, clinging senselessly to his dream, he felt defeated. He had reached rock bottom. Izuku looked at his notebooks, conflicted by what he saw. He had always made it a habit to write down whatever quirk he saw, hero or villain, big or small, he'd always write it down. He had hoped that with enough experience…he'd be able to make up the difference, but even that seemed ridiculous now. What would he do when faced with someone who could injure All Might? Die?
"Help me."
The young boy stopped. Someone had called his name. He froze as he looked around trying to find the source. Then he saw it. A small yet unnatural-looking bug was fluttering at the junction…staring at him. He wondered if it was the one who called him.
"Yes." It answered as it fluttered closer to his face. "Help me." The creature asked.
"Help you?" Izuku questioned. No, he couldn't. He was no hero. He was nobody.
"Please…help us." The creature repeated.
Izuku stilled his resolve. Even if he didn't have a quirk, he could still try to help. Even if it only amounted to calling someone to help, if he tried then perhaps he could still be someone. So he followed the creature, he followed it as it led him away from the city and to a nearby beach, Dagoba Beach. Once formerly a famed tourist spot had turned into a dumping ground over the past few years.
As he followed the creature, Izuku made his way further into the dump site. Surrounding him were mountains of trash, with no way of seeing the road. How ironic that he'd end up here, in the trash.
"No. Now's not the time." Izuku told himself as he continued after the creature. He climbed and crawled through the garbage till he eventually found what the creature had been leading him to.
At the edge of the coast, where the land and sea touched, there was an orb on the sand. Izuku looked at it in confusion as he approached the orb. It was unlike anything he had seen before. Stepping closer, Izuku could feel his hair stand on edge as the world around him started to feel different. It was heavier…hotter…more suffocating. His veins felt a little.
He quickly took a step back, moving out of the Orb's range. "What is that?" He questioned.
"My mistress." The creature answered. "She's stuck, trapped in the orb." The creature told him. "Please…free her." It asked. Izuku was hesitant. That feeling…it was unbearable. "Please." The creature pleaded once more, as it did, the creature lost altitude, falling to the sand. "Please." It said weakly.
Izuku felt horrified when he saw the creature begin to evaporate before him. No…no…this wasn't good. It was dying he realized. He had to do something. Against his previous judgment, Izuku hurried to the orb and tried to grab it. If he released the master…then surely she could save her servant. Without thinking he grabbed the orb and then…everything went to black.
"Where am I?" Izuku wondered as he looked around. He was standing before a mirror. His reflection peered back at him.
"Where you need to be" His reflection answered, catching Izuku off guard.
"What?" Izuku gasped. Had his reflection just talked? He moved closer to the mirror, his hand outstretched. "I'm starting to lose my mind." He muttered.
"Not yet." His reflection whispered, this time though the voice was distinctly female and taunting him. Before Izuku could react, a hand shot out of the mirror, grabbing his own. Purple veins pulsed on the hand in the mirror as it pulled him.
"No." He gasped in horror.
"Yes," The reflection taunted as its face approached the mirror. Izuku watched in horror as his face rippled, dissolving before being replaced with another. Golden glowing eyes met his terrified green, and a confident and sinister smirk appeared. Another hand emerged and grabbed his other arm before the figure pulled him completely into the mirror.
Dagoba Beach erupted as a pillar of purple energy shot into the sky—a lone figure standing among the wreckage. Where Izuku had been now stood a young woman with golden eyes and long flowing white hair. Flexing her fingers, the woman turned her head towards the city, a malicious smile gracing her lips.
"I declare judgment." She announced as she snapped her fingers. Several portals opened and numerous lances launched out of them. The Queen of the Void had returned.