tsukauchi naomasa

After his dream is finally crushed, Izuku isn’t quite sure there’s anything left for him to live for, but...he can’t exactly kill himself either, not without hurting the people he cares the most about. So, when he realizes that the quirkless can’t technically be vigilantes, it seems like the best of both worlds. He’ll be able to save people even without being a hero and, if he happens to die while he’s at it...well, like Kacchan said, maybe he’d be born with a quirk in the next life. This fic has a discord.

Announced legally dead, he creates a new identity: Izuku Midoriya.Eraserhead is tasked with bringing down one of Japan's most wanted vigilantes by the name of Oni. Little does he know, the vigilante is in his homeroom class. The result of my fondness for vigilante!Izuku and the concept of a Deadpool au.

Izuku is a vigilante, and frankly it's the only good thing in his life. Or at the very least, it's brought about all of the good things. He loves nothing more than patrolling under the stars with Eraserhead at his side and Tsukauchi a phone call away. So even though his civilian life might finally be amounting to something, now that he's getting into UA with a chance of becoming an actually-Licensed hero, he can't give his vigilantism up. Equally, Aizawa isn't giving up on his Kidilante. The kid's been his for three years already, there's no way that those half-completed adoption papers in his desk drawer are going to go to waste. If only he had time to breathe beyond keeping his Kidilante safe, alongside his new class who are apparently villain magnets. It's going to be a long year. (Written to fulfil every part of my pathetic little soul that just had to write ''angsty! but kind! little shit! Izuku who's an insomniac Quirkless vigilante that Aizawa is 100% going to adopt if only he could figure out his real identity but he refuses to force it out of him now because it took him years to earn that trust dammit and he'll wait longer if that's what it takes'' idea, but mine.)

Izuku Midoriya has been told his entire life that he was useless and that the world would be a better place without him. When you hear something for so long, you begin to believe it. After Izuku hits his breaking point he finally decides to go through with it...or at least he tries. I have a tiktok if you wanna go check it out. My user is @saavaageauthor and there you will find Desperately Departing content, non-canon (and canon) angst, and more!

Gojo Satoru has spent a lifetime trying to do the right thing the right way. He decides to spend his second terrorizing the local yakuza, reliving his middle school glory days with a pop punk youth aesthetic and a regrettable affliction for black leather, uprooting the criminal underworld and hero industry alike, and casually taking up costumed aggression as an occupation. A Gojo Satoru is reborn as Todoroki Touya AU

In a world of quirks, Izuku Midoriya heeds Katsuki Bakugo's advice and takes a swan dive. In a world of Jujutsu and curses, Toji Fushiguro takes his own life to save his son. Somehow, Izuku Midoriya is blessed and survives. As a consequence, His soul merges with a certain man restricted by the heavens. Or Izuku gains a complete Heavenly Restriction, along with the memories and experiences of a man who is very different yet somehow similar to him.

“I’m glad he’s not hurt,” a man’s voice says quietly, “You said you found him in an alley?” “Yeah,” Present Mic sighs, sounding grave, “But Shouta…it’s like I said. There was a dead dog, for sure dead. Izuku touched it and brought it back to life, just like that.” Izuku has a quirk that goes against the laws of nature. A target for both villains and heroes alike, he’s rescued as a young child by Eraserhead and Present Mic, raised in secrecy at UA. When he eventually becomes a UA student and his quirk is thrust into the limelight, Izuku must learn how to adapt, or fall.

Waking up a few thousand years after your death to find a hero school built on your grave isn't the most fun experience. That, Izuku Midoriya can definitely say with confidence. He knew he died. He had to have, after all, his head was still severed from his neck. But the fact that scared him the most now was how he was back. And it took all of his strength not to constantly be seeing himself as a monster.