”All men, are not created equal.”

This is something that Izuku has known since he was a child. Once so bright eyed and filled with admiration, to watch the heroes save everyone…so why didn’t they save him…?

When he was officially diagnosed as quirkless by the adults around him…it was as if the Izuku everyone knew disappeared…replaced by an unimportant shadow that no one cared to acknowledge as a person. The bullying was immediate, harsh and unforgiving. Kacchan took to the role perfectly…some future hero, the exact type these fools would idolize.

But one fateful day…when a sludge villain took Kacchan hostage, he was in danger and none of the heroes were helping…so before he felt himself breathe, he was already sprinting and clawing at the sludge, just barely managing allow his frie-…Kacchan a few breaths before All Might appeared at the last second (coward was late), getting the bully the medical attention and endless praise while Izuku scolded and eventually given an offense for “Impeding Hero Work” on his official record…and just like that…no hero school would touch his application…

He spiraled for 5 days regretting those actions…so when he went to sleep that night with the wish to undo his mistakes in his heart, only for him wake up that fateful Tuesday, with everything seemingly repeating…why wouldn’t he stand back…let the heroes fail their one job…? His bully was gone…the mark on his record never happened…but that didn’t change his schoolmates or teachers, why should he wait to be bullied by someone else? He couldn’t stand it anymore…and with his ability to go back exactly one week…why should he have to…? He’d hurt them…but he needed help…

After weeks of scouring dark web forums and sites, using his newfound quirk to go back everytime he was caught or discovered, he slowly became attuned to knowing when to use it until he no longer even thought about it, instead listening to his gut on command to go back those crucial seven days whenever something felt wrong…and it served him well as he finally got himself an interview with someone big…someone dark…

(Your Choice of Timeskip)

Izuku was finally ready. He currently stood outside the front door of an unassuming and old (practically abandoned) looking bar on the outskirts of town…shivering slightly from the biting cold even through his dark green jacket, the baggy hood he used to obscure his side profile, slim black turtle neck shirt, and pair of ratty jeans as he eyed the building.

After a arranging a digital meeting with “Giran”, he’d apparently gotten the seal of approval from a big backer that they only referred to as A. F. O. Which encouraged him to immediately get serious with physical conditioning and self defense classes, which he knew wasn’t his strong suit.

But now was his chance as he approached the rickety old bar, pushing through the door and being slightly caught off guard by what he saw…

This group of supposed radical but promising young lunatics was somehow even more bizarre than he was expecting…

The bar itself was surprisingly well kept for how dingy it appeared from the outside, and yet the man(?) who was seemingly made of black and purple fog (Kurogiri) and somehow cleaning a shot glass seemed surprisingly distinguished, wearing a spiffy suit and carrying himself with dignity.

Beside him on a barstool was a weirdo in some knockoff Deadpool costume (Twice), gesturing animatedly in a one sided conversation. Across the room from them, two weirdos, one covered in (severed?) hands (Shigiraki) and the other with charred burns all over his body (Dabi), were currently arguing in a booth. Meanwhile an uncomfortably excited blonde girl with a knife (Toga) was kicking her feet as she sat on the table between them…as if waiting…

But all the chatter was silenced as the young man entered the room, all eyes on him before the purple smoke man spoke “Ah…you’ve arrived. Please come in…” Unsettling but polite.