One too many

Izuku has wanted to be a hero for as long as he could remember, it was his only true aspiration. And people had always just accepted those dreams, until they found out he was quirkless that was.

From then on, they were a lot less friendly, from his peers at school to the adults. No one had been supportive of his goals, not even his own mother. When he got diagnosed as quirkless she had just apologized to him, not leaving room for any hope of becoming a hero.

And yet, he still stuck with it. Putting all his efforts in his studies, he plowed through middle school, put up with bakugou's bullying and just accepted that this wouldn't be the best period in his life. High school however, high school would be different. He would go to a hero school, and everything would be better, he told himself. This was the only reason he could bare his straight up miserable life.

He was in his final year now, it was the start of a new school day, the teacher had just walked into class, in his hands a small stack of papers.

"now is the time in your lives that you should start thinking seriously about what you want to do with it. That's why I brought you some assessment tests today.…. But why bother?"

"I know you all want to go into the hero course anyway! "

he said while throwing the tests into the air

Izuku looked up for a bit, he usually paid the man no attention. He worked more efficiently by himself.

He didn't hold his public school in very high regards, but this took the cake. He couldn't wait to get out of here.

This was of course the moment for bakugou to start giving a speech about how much better than everybody else he thought he was. And mention to everyone that he was going to apply to U.A (he figured as much)

Izuku himself had filled in some of Japan's most prestigious schools, so prestigious the teacher would have tried to talk anyone else out of it. Anyone but Izuku, he was the top of his class after all and had always gotten perfect scores. A real model student.

The truth was that Izuku still very much intended to attend a hero school, but he knew that people would bother him about that, so he just filled in the most logical thing.

He had learned long before to stop mentioning his dream to everyone, and to just stay in the background as much as possible. This way he was subject to the least bullying, but bullying non-the less.

So, he just ignored the blond hothead and focused his attention back to his hero analysis notebook. He was still theorizing about quirks he had seen during the incident this morning.

This was how he spend most of his time at school, the actual curriculum couldn't keep his attention nor did it require much.

As he spends so much of his time analyzing quirks, he had assembled quite a collection of notes by now. He was at volume 78 already.

Not only did it feature analyses on heroes he'd personally seen, it also included a ton of heroes he'd only ever seen on the computer.

{That afternoon}

Time always passed way faster when he worked in his notebook, so before Izuku knew it the bell had already rang and everyone rushed outside.

Another uneventful day, sometimes he wondered if he was even living life properly. After school he would just go home and make more notes while watching all the hero footage he could get his hands on.

He couldn't even imagine what the life of his classmates must be like, not only could he not place himself in their shoes. He hardly had any idea what their lives were even like, and what they did with their free time

The last time he had been part of a social group was so long ago, but in all honesty. He didn't even like it, being with his peers, playing games.

The only thing that actually fascinated him were heroes and their quirks, especially All Might. For a time he shared that with his peers, but as he grew older he realized that their fascination was not only weaker, but different from his. They admired heroes for completely different reasons, and thought of quirks as just 'super powers'.

It was then when he cut himself off from any social contact. Which put him, a 'different' and quirkless kid all alone and made him an easy target for bullying. But he didn't realize that at the time.

He looked around the classroom, everyone had left, including the teacher. Any bullies he could walk into in the hallway were probably also long gone, just how he liked it.

All by himself he started walking home along his usual route, past the old tree near the school, through the shopping district and past the tunnel.

He had stopped going through this tunnel years before, he had marked it as a potential danger. Way too big a risk going through there, it was one of the most secluded spots in the entire city. So, anyone that could overpower him there would have all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted to him.

An odd thought pattern to have for a fourteen-year-old middle schooler, he knew that. But still avoided it out of precaution. Going around it took a bit longer, but he didn't mind.

When he got near to where tunnel would have come out something caught his eye, was that… All Might! he couldn't believe it, his idol was right there in front of him. He was busy putting some sort of sentient sewer water (a villain?) into.. coke bottles?

He had to meet him!

As he slowly approached the man, he could barely keep himself standing.

What was he even going to say? would he even listen? All Might was an important man, much more important than he was.

But before he got the chance to say anything, All Might himself addressed the boy.

"Hello there boy, did you want to ask me something?"

"eh.. yes… I was just wondering if you could please…."

he lifted up his notebook while still struggling to finish his sentence. All might seemed to understand though

"You want an autograph?"

"yes, please.. sir"

"Anything for a FAN"

he opened the notebook and swiftly put his autograph in there.

'Well, I must be going kid, Nice meeting you"

"wait! Please, there is something else I need to ask you."

All Might was hesitating if he should jump

"I don't have a quirk"

"but can I still become a hero without one!"

it was at this time Toshinori hit his limit, and with a cloud of smoke he reverted into his weakened state.

To say Izuku was shocked would be an understatement

"what happened to you All Might!?"

" sigh what's your name kid?"

"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya"

"well, Izuku. What you're looking at now is my weakened form, a few years back I had a nasty fight. Most of my repertory system was destroyed, I lost my entire stomach and was put into this state, that's why nowadays I only have a few hours of hero time, after that I revert to my weakened state."

"My entire world is upside down" Izuku mumbled to himself

"but to answer your question"

"I'm sorry to tell you, but without a quirk there is no way you can become a hero. We pros put our lives on the line every day, and that's simply something a quirkless person can't do"

"try becoming a policeman, sure it's not as glamorous but it's an honest profession and.."

But Izuku wasn't listening anymore, his idol, his only pillar of hope in a dark world, had just annihilated his very reason for living. This was all he had, as the rest of his life fell into pieces he held onto his dream of becoming a hero and his idolization of them. All might specifically, and now in a single moment all of that was gone. It was like he had the very floor torn from beneath his feet.

"are you okay?"

All might asked with genuine confusion.

No, he was not 'ok', he had just taken an extremely tough psychological blow and had nothing to hold onto. Which only made him realize how little else he had left now, putting him in a downward spiral.

"yeah.. I'm fine"

"Good. Well, be safe"

he seemed to buy it

and like that, he turned around and just walked away.

Leaving the Pathetic pile of broken teenage genius all by himself

{at home}

When Izuku got home his face was completely red from all the crying, he burst into his room and in his broken state, he tore down all his posters, threw out his all might merch, taking down basically all his rooms decoration.

Inko had obviously heard what was going on, but wouldn't dare come to talk to him as he was now. And decided to wait until he had calmed down. But instead he stayed at it for several more hours, until he tired himself out and passed out on the floor.

{that morning}

When he woke up he felt calm, more than calm actually, he had never felt more indifferent. He got himself up, he couldn't stay on the floor. There was work to do.

Izuku had always wanted to be a hero.

So...
Sorry for writing this ?
I'm not a native english speaker ( if you couldn't already tell )
nor am I good at writing or story building
I just kinda felt like doing this

I know there's not a whole lot to go on yet, but I'm curious to see what you all think. should I continue or scrap this ?