"Come on class! You're middle school seniors!"

"It's time you all start thinking seriously about your futures!"

The teacher was an ageing man with a raspy voice, and was almost unable to manage this class that was chock full of happenings. Especially with Katsuki.

Izuku, uninterested, at his desk, in his uniform, obviously, scribbled furiously into his notebook about the possibilities of the Quirks observed earlier.

A slam from a desk made his heart skip a beat and turned his head up instinctively.

"I'll be handing out print outs for your desired life course."

"You all want to be heroes, don't you all?"

An overwhelming cheer erupted from the class, with Quirks of all shapes, sizes and effects activated for display, with spirits higher by the moment.

"Yes, yes your Quirks are all wonderful, but don't forget it's against the school rules to use them in class!"

Exasperated, the man with greying hair shook his head.

Izuku's mind was still elsewhere within his theories.

"Teacher, don't lump me in with these extras."

Katsuki stood up, devillish grin on his face, with an air of arrogance encircling him, and with condescending eyes, stared down at his classmates.

"You can't compare mine with these rabble's. Mine's a whole new level."

This, obviously, got another overwhelming response from the class.

"You've got a big mouth, Katsuki!"

"Oh yeah, I've forgotten. Bakugou's aiming for UA High, isn't he?"

Yet another overwhelming response emerged from the class. Not so good.

"You mean the most hyper-competitive Academy to get in? The one with extremely high cut-off points and requirements?"

"Yeah, that national level institute!"

Izuku, buried his face into his arms and let out a yawn.

"Well I got an 'A' for my mock entrance examinations, so I'm the only one in this school that has a chance, peons!"

Katsuki was now on top of his table, pride oozing and flowing out from his entire existence.

"I'm gonna be the top S-class hero and surpass All Might!"

"Now that you mention it, isn't Midoriya also aiming for UA?" the old man rambled.

Silence reigned as the class fixated upon Izuku.

"I-I mean there's not such prerequisite or something..."

Tension began to accumulate such that it became unsettling, even to Izuku. Goosebumps slowly found their way up his back.

"And what can you do, Deku?"

The class stared down upon the one they called "Quirkless". He felt himself shrink under their cold stares. Shivers felt their way up his spine as the oppressive gloom and reality set down upon him, crushing his ideals. Looming over him was the unfeeling truth that everyone knew.

Why? Why? Why can't I? Why everyone but me? Why is everyone allowed but me? Why-

The bell signalling the end of school shattered the ice built up over the entire class, with chatter and laughter warming up the atmosphere once again.

Izuku just wanted it to stop. But he could not. Because he did not have the power to. He did not have the strength to.

He slumped back onto his desk, before a heart-stopping slam on his table jolted him upright.

"What can you do, Deku? Forget even going to UA, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK!"

Flares erupted from the blond's palm, sending a shower of energy right into his face, sending his back onto the wall as Izuku yelped in pain.

Endure. Endure. Endure. Endure.

The demon turned his back around, seemingly lost interested in him. Izuku painstakingly propped himself upwards onto his feet, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

"And what's this, Deku?"

"Hey that's mine! Give it-"

A torrent of furious blasts from the hand tore it apart.

Endure.

"W-Why?"

Endure.

"You see I'm a perfectionist. I wanna keep the UA Graduate gravitas at the same level you see."

Endure.

"So what I'm saying is, forget about UA, little nerd."

Endure.

"If you really wanna be a hero, there is a good way to. Just take a dive down the rooftop and hope that you get a quirk in your next life!"

Something snapped within Izuku. Heat rising from his body and distorting his vision, he felt numb. Eyes burning with intense hatred, he shot a look against Katsuki and his lackeys. A gaze burning with pure malice.

You know, I really despise you.

He felt his body tensing up, his mind clouding with fire, fists clenching harder and harder.

A smaller Katsuki laughed as he ran through the woods, followed by others with the same interest, including Izuku. Jumping over branches and bursting through the foliage, they reached a creek.

"This is my Hero agency!"

Balancing precariously, the four crossed over the creek on the log that led through it.

Why is this coming to me now?

The heat dissipated, leaving only the cold warmth in its place. He could not bring himself to. He could not.

Eyes downcast with his vision blurred with the gravity of the situation. He had tried to kill his... friend.

Wetness streamed down his face, unexplainable emptiness filling the space between them.

"Can't talk back again."

That's not it, Kacchan.