Hero stuff had begun to take most of Midoriya's time, and even on his off time people are so excited they swarm him. 'It's just what happens when you're the top hero,' he thought, 'Everyone just wants to meet Deku.'
So he leaves the house with jacket and glasses anymore, hoping he could just have a peaceful trip to the grocery store. That's when he saw them, a child about 12 years old was hiding in an alleyway, crying.
As a hero, he felt obligated to help. He took some candy out of his grocery bag, offering it to the young child.
"Y-you don't want to be near me, mister." They quietly whined, "No one wants quirkless garbage like me."
He was more than shocked to hear this, especially since being quirkless was even rarer than when he was born... but this child kept crying, feeling unloved. He sat next to them regardless, hoping to comfort them.
"I just..." They continued, wiping their eyes before bringing their knees to their chest, "I want to be a hero so badly, b-but no one... not even mom or dad..." Their words stopped as they choked back tears.
"I know what that's like." He chuckled quietly, taking off his glasses, "I was born quirkless, too." He ran his fingers through his mane of hair, the hood of his jacket falling to his back.
The child now looked at him in bewilderment and awe, but mostly in shock. He had forgotten about his reputation.
"Do you have somewhere you can go home?" He asked quietly, standing up, "Anyone waiting on you to come back?"
The child shook their head, avoiding eye contact.
He stretched out his hand to them, a warm smile crossing his features, "Then how would you like to do some hero training with me?"
It was the least he could do for this crying, quirkless child. Afterall, someday he's going to need a successor.