Warning: Before you start reading this, you should know that even though it may not be like this in the beginning there will be some parts that contain heavy subjects like suicide, self harm, and child abuse. PLEASE read at your own risk; but be cautious or don't read if you think it might trigger you. That's the last thing I want. Please take care of yourselves and don't be afraid to reach out for help if you need it. There is no shame in needing it or reaching out.

I hope you enjoy this new Tododeku fic. I'll be working on it along with Garrison Academy, so like that fanfiction, there will be not regular updating time. I just write things as pleasure! Hope you read and enjoy!

Useless. Miserable. Worthless. Hopeless.

As far as Izuku Midoriya was concerned, those four words are all that he is. Just a burden to this world, and even worse, a burden to his mom. Though she would never admit it; Midoriya just knew he was causing her trouble by simply existing. Every time his mom looks at him it seems to be out of pity or worry. She puts up a cover of being strong, but Midoriya sees through it. It's exactly like the mask he puts on every day, pretending he's okay to not cause her anymore grief. She's the only one he has to keep it up for; she's the only one that truly cares for him. But then again, who wouldn't worry about a child who needs lots of medication to monitor how they feel.

Since he was a teenager, a pit of depression enveloped him. When he turned thirteen he got put on Zoloft; his first ever depression medication. Going on Zoloft never really helped, in fact it drove the urge to off himself to uncontrollable levels. Due to that, he stopped taking his medication completely in secret; but he accidentally slipped up and told the therapist and it was back to finding new medication and a new plan. After dealing with that, he got put on Cymbalta. His ups and downs still remained, but then again, what would his world be without them.

Today's day started all like it had before; Izuku got up, dragged himself out of bed, swallowed his pills, then collected his things for another day in the same routine. Walking to the coffee shop and watching the world pass by in the city, while he seemed to be stuck in one place. Most twenty year olds are in college, pursuing the things they love. Midoriya was jealous, if he could deal with all the anxiety and pressure he could be one of those people. Instead he ended up dropping out freshman year.

"I'm off mom." He said lightly once he got downstairs. He noticed his mom was always downstairs when he left, heading off to work after he's gone. She doesn't mention it, but he knows that she sticks around to make sure he gets out of bed in the morning; not because she wants him out of the house, but because of the constant underlying sense of worry she seems to carry every day. "Have a good day at work, okay?" He added, giving her a small peck on the cheek.

"Have a good time sweety." His mom responded softly, smiling over at him. "You going to the coffee shop? I hear they have some new scones that are delicious."

He nodded. "I can get you some for when you get home, if you want."

"Sounds good. I'll see you when I get back from work. Be safe, Izuku."

"I will. Don't worry mom."

Midoriya headed off, bag slung on his shoulder and hands shoved in his pockets. He maneuvered the streets fairly well, considering the daily crowd of the morning rush. Finally he reached the Hero Coffee Shop, a place which gave him the ability to concentrate on whatever he wanted, without being bothered by countless others. If there was a place he could say gave him some sort of real peace it was here.

Stepping to the counter and ordering his usual Carmel frappe and blueberry muffin, he noticed someone he had never seen before; which was odd. Izuku has been here so often that he practically knew all of the regulars and people that came here, even some of their orders. But he didn't recognize this person at all. His hair was split down the middle, half red and half white, and though he couldn't completely make out all the features of his face there appeared to be a scar over his left eye. Midoriya was trying not to stare, but that person was so breathtakingly beautiful he couldn't help sneaking looks at him every so often.

The seat he usually sat at was next to the window, furthest in a corner. There he sat, like the day before and many days in the past. The only thing that was new in this completely normal boring day was this stranger that Midoriya couldn't keep his mind from wondering about. By the time he took a seat, the man was up and no longer present; probably having slipped out when Izuku finally received his order. Who was he, and why had he never come around before? Why was he alone? Would he have liked some company? It wasn't long before he shook off his thoughts of the mystery boy. It was for the best, his existence isn't important enough to make people care about him, so why would he make an impact in this person's life.

'Silly Midoriya,' he thought to himself, shuffling into his bag and taking out a small sketchbook and a pencil, the only things he kept on him most of the time. 'There's no way he would even want to talk to you. You're no one.'

Sometimes he wishes he could just whisk off to another reality where he is successful and skips through all of this depression shit, but this is the reality he lives in. At this point there were only about three things keeping him going; his mom, his art, and All Might.

Who is All Might? Only the best comic creator of all time, at least in Midoriya's eyes. Almost every graphic novel type book that has been released has All Might's name on it. He was famous for his sudden rise to fame and his fantastic character building; not to mention his

art which is completely out of this world. Not many people have seen him out and about, but according to the people who have run into him he's a wonderful guy. Izuku lives to meet his hero.

If there's one thing he would want to do with his life it would be creating art and comics like All Might. His drawings are mediocre, so he doubts it would be good enough to sell let alone make a series out of it. But drawing keeps him sane, so he keeps at it anyways.

"You're so talented! This art is absolutely wonderful!" He hears from his mother. She might just be biased, he is her son after all.

On the opposite end, other people his age like Bakugou have teased his drawings, mentioning "You'll never be good enough. Those suck." For a while that discouraged Midoriya from doing what he enjoyed the most. He then realized it was a way to get out his emotions in a pretty healthy way so he tried to not give a shit what those other people said. The only one that is able to criticize his drawings, he decided, was him and him alone.

He liked to draw what was around him; expressions, people, plants, the occasional dog that passed by in the street. Hero Coffee Shop was the perfect place for him to grab inspiration from, the people outside passing by and the people wandering in the inside gave Midoriya plenty to draw. So he continued his daily routine; sitting and drawing whatever he observed. While doing his art it's easy to get lost in time, and next thing he knew hours had passed and it was time to get up and leave to meet his mom back at home for some supper.

In order to not be late, Izuku decided not to put away his sketchbook and to just carry it instead. Getting into line again, he bought some of the scones he promised her before he left in the morning. After receiving his order of scones, he turned to the door in order to exit the coffeeshop; accidentally running into a person who was entering through the same door. He didn't realize at that time, but his sketchbook fell out of his arms, landing open. Midoriya was more concerned at the fact he was probably going to get chewed out by someone he didn't even know. He didn't try to escape the situation; instead he just froze.

"'M sorry." He mumbled down to his feet. He didn't want to look up at the person. Awkward eye contact he hated, not to mention he didn't want to see the angry look that he assumed was on that person's face. "Didn't mean to run into you…"

"It's alright. Don't worry about it." The voice of the stranger sounded slightly familiar; Midoriya couldn't quite figure out who exactly this stranger was. But he didn't want to look up, and he wasn't planning on it. "Is this yours?" Was the next thing the mystery man asked, which made him glance up a little to find in the stranger's hand none other than his sketchbook.

"Yeah…" Izuku responded, looking up further to figure out who exactly this person in front of him was. Immediately after he looked up, his breath was completely gone and words suddenly wouldn't form. His mouth hung open like a gaping fish. Standing right in his face holding his open sketchbook was none other than the All Might.

All Might was slightly confused by this boy, but his reaction made him chuckle a bit. "The way you're reacting tells me you know who I am. What's your name young man?"

"I-Izuku Midoriya Mr. All Might, sir. Y-You're my hero I- it's so nice to meet you sir, an honor."

All Might let out a mighty laugh. "You don't have to be so formal with me, boy. May I ask your permission to look through this? I didn't mean to peek but I noticed your drawings when it fell."

Midoriya hesitated for a moment; were his drawings even good enough for the one and only All Might to look at? Probably not. But he shook those thoughts off nodding his head quickly, anxiously watching All Might flip through page after page; hoping to god he won't just criticize his work and walk away. It was very difficult to tell what All Might was thinking; Midoriya couldn't quite read him. So, he just observed quietly while twiddling his thumbs. Finally, his hero spoke.

"You're good kid. Like, really good." This blew Midoriya away, again leaving him speechless. This is his idol. Who thinks his art is good. All Might kept on talking while Izuku was busy pinching his leg to make sure this isn't a dream. "Here's thing; I'm looking for an assistant to help me with my work, someone who can work diligently and will let me mentor them as well. And you; you my dear Midoriya, I feel like you can improve a lot with my guidance while helping me in return." He offered Izuku his sketchbook back, also handing him a small business card. "No rush, think about it. When you make a decision, call me. I would be glad to add you to my team."

Then, just as fast as he was in front of Midoriya he was gone, walking in Hero Coffee Shop with a wave and ordering from the counter. Still flushed and trying to figure out what just happened, Izuku shoved his sketchbook back into his bag with the business card. Taking out his phone, he sent a small message to his mom. 'Heading back now. Sorry will be a little late, you won't believe what just happened.' She won't believe what happened today. She was just as big of a fan as him when it came to All Might; probably partially because his stuff has been keeping Midoriya alive all these years.

'Alright honey. Be safe.' Her text back pinged up, as he headed the direction to his house.

Little did Midoriya know; this would mark the ending of his seemingly boring, unimportant life; an adventure waiting to unfold.