There he is. Poor little Izuku crying in his mother's arms, wetting up her red v-neck shirt as he clutches to it ever so tightly.Broken because he found out he would never have a quirk.
And there she is. Poor kind-hearted Inko doing her best to soothe her only son whom's having a break-down their living room.
She had taken Izuku to the doctor earlier because he wanted to get a checkup to see if his quirk would ever show. They were quite excited, eager, and just a little bit nervous, especially little Izuku. After all, he was 4 now and this is the age, his last chance of developing a quirk; 4 years old is the latest age they develop after all.
However, when the doctor examined him, he was told he had no extra joint in his pinky toe, meaning he would never have a quirk. Something inside of Izuku broke. He could hear his heart beating within his ears; his breathing becoming ragged and labored. Inko took a sharp intake of breath, watching in concern as her son's expression shifts between several emotions. The way home was very quiet and tense as they left the doctor feeling anything but joy.
Izuku honestly didn't know how he had held it together until not. All he is is a 4 year old boy with hopes and scars. Scars from being bullied by his so called friend and the goons that follow behind that said person. Hopes for being strong broken, shattered.
Or so he thought...