This is a re-upload of my own story. I needed to preface it saying one thing - the second chapter is 100 times better than whatever the fuck is below this preface.
"Fucking Deku, came to protect a wimp and you can't even protect yourself? Guess that's what having a shitty ass quirk like yours gets you! Do me a favor and stay down, before I have to try to make you!"
Izuku didn't move. Staying down was his specialty. At this point, that's all his quirk was worth for. "That's what I thought, Deku. Let's get of here, guys. It reeks of uselessness."
The exchange was over. Izuku wiped the tears off of his face. Then, inexplicably, he smiled. The same Deku who was useless and weak and awful, was absolutely ecstatic. "I-I did it! I saved someone! I knew I could do it, all I had to do was try! I can be a hero like All Might!" Izuku felt weightless as he giddily got up and ran to the other person. "Are you okay? Kacchan can be a bit rough, sorry, he isn't really being mean, he just-" Izuku stopped. In a single moment, he could feel himself being pulled to earth with every ounce of joy leaving his body. He went cold. Something was very, very wrong. As he looked at the kid, he didn't see happiness he was expecting. He saw the same, infuriated face that Kacchan had.
"Why did you come help me?"
Izuku was confused. It didn't sound like gratitude. Didn't he want help? "U-um, you looked like you were in tr-"
"I don't want YOUR help, Izuku! If they see me hanging around you, I'll just get bullied more! Stay away from me!" With that, the kid ran away. The playground was empty.
Izuku could handle Kacchan's bullying. He could handle that Kacchan thought his quirk was useless. He could handle to nervous laughs of the teachers when all he talked about was how he wanted to be a hero, just like All Might. His goal was to be a hero, and he was going to do it! He knew he could do it. He would do it. He would save people with a smile!
Izuku couldn't handle this. The torment was was over, but the tears returned to him like a waterfall. Why? He only wanted help people, and they didn't even want his help. Why was the world so unfair? Why was he so useless? Nothing he did was ever good enough. He only made it worse. He was useless. Useless Deku. He couldn't even save one person. This hurt more than Kacchan ever could. The tears kept flowing. They were the only things that kept him company. Izuku convinced himself - he couldn't be a hero. He would keep taking notes on them - he had nothing else to do with his time. He didn't have any friends, anyway. But he could never be one of them. He told himself his quirk was useless, and could never be used for what he wanted it to. He was a victim of circumstance - there was nothing he could've done differently. The world was just unfair. That much would be easier than holding on to a fake dream, held together by string. Izuku stood there, chained to the earth, for the rest of the night. His dreams would stay there for nearly 6 years.