Izuku Midoriya.
Quirkless.
Nothing in his life made him feel more numb than that realization. Growing up with the dream of becoming a Pro Hero never hindered him, it made him more bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Little doe-eyed Izuku zoomed across his quaint apartment he shared with his Mom; Inko Midoriya.
Jumping over the couch, ducking under the dinning table. Petite little hands grasping unto the All Might cape tied around Little Izuku's neck. A toothy grin on full display, not a single care in the world for this young boy. These shenanigans were a daily occurrence in the Midoriya household. Inko held pride and fullness in her viridian eyes, stealing longing glances at her sleeping son.
Who majority of the time would be out cold laying on the living room couch, wrapped-up in his All Might cape. Draping over his petite frame, engulfing his torso. Tiny legs and feet hanging over the edge of the couch, sometime during the night Inko would scope up the limp body from the couch, bringing Little Izuku to his bedroom. All Might posters littered the walls- floor to ceiling- All Might figurines lining the selves of all variations.
Paused on the desktop in Little Izuku's room was an old video of All Might saving three civilians, two under each arm and one thrown over his left shoulder.
Fire dances across the screen, grey smoke hanging in the corner of the computer screen. All Might's infamous ear splitting grin in full view splayed across the screen in 1080p, this three minute video was Izuku's pride and joy.
Everyday without hesitation, Izuku would be tugging on his Mom's hand, "Mommy! It's time! I want to watch the video!" dragging her to his bedroom.
Izuku sat at the same desk chair, staring into space. With the same All Might video echoing in the background, blank expression plastered to his face, tears spilling over, new tears staining the already wet rounded cheeks. Inko pressed into Izuku's side, her arms encircled around Izuku's frame. Face buried into the crook of his neck, mumbling, with choke sobs wracking her small frame.
"I'm so sorry baby," is all she could choke out between the waves of sobs overtaking her.
Quirkless.
Izuku knew from then on out, he was the center of attention. Not the typical attention most middle schoolers craved, praised. For succeeding in getting a complicated equation right, or finally making change in one's actions. Izuku never craved any of that useless attention from anybody, he was not a complicated boy.
He just wanted to be a Pro Hero.
Huffing a deep sigh, Izuku shut his locker after collecting all his school books from the day. Shoving all the textbooks in his schoolbag, one strap over his shoulder. Shoulders hunched in, not breaking eye contact from the stark white tiled floor. The curly green strands of hair, hang over Izuku's eyes.
Sounds of shoes scuffing the floor, echoed the hallway. "Quirkless! Are you ever going to get any where in life? I for one will admit- cause one else will- think you should just jump off a building! Maybe then your quirk will actually show up!"
Izuku didn't even flinch at the insinuation, in his daily life at school it was bound to happen sooner or later. Banter's between fellow students, 'quirkless? No way?! I have never even thought of that,' and 'that little bitch has nothing, why is he still here?.' All of it was resonating in Izuku, none of it mattered to him. He never asked to be quirkless, nor did he want to be quirkless.
Shit, i'm crying? When did that start?
Izuku's fingertips brushed his freckled cheek, gently. Tears to normal people were a sign of weakness; disgrace, broken. To Izuku tears were a sign of courage, pure strength. These tears were shed time and time again, over Izuku being "weak". Tears embodied the hurt Izuku suffered for being quirkless, always being belittled.
Izuku clenched his fist, knuckles turning white. Blunt nails pressing crescent shapes into his palms, blood was trickling in slow paths down the side of his clenched palm. Izuku brought his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it, mercilessly.
Being quirkless will not define him, just because he doesn't have quirk, will not mean he can't become a Hero.
U. A. Highschool
Izuku Midoriya prevails in one thing, attending the top hero school in Japan. If somebody told him that he would be attending U.A. a month ago he would have keeled over in the fetal position. Not even a month and a half ago, did he mindlessly run head first into a brawl between a person with a sledge type of quirk, and a boy his age. Being choked from the inside by that crazy bastard, a futile attempt at saving the teen.
"You crazy bastard! What the fuck?! W-what..?" crimson eyes wide, with shock.
Clawing at the slime that bound the teen, "I may not know you, my leg's just started running all on their own! Damn it! I won't let you die!" Izuku barked, raw determination laced with every syllable escaping the greenette's lips.
That is the fateful day Izuku Midoriya received One For All. All Might sought out Midoriya that same day, bearing him the chance of being his Successor. Izuku was a bumbling and mumbling mess, a flushed face. Tears staining his freckled cheeks, snot induced.
His typical soft features, now wore the fire of a new life. Shifting his viridian eyes, to All Mights blue inferno ones.
"I shall be the next One For All Holder."
Now here he is, staring up at the expense building of U.A., three year's of hero training and real life experience. One step into a new life-
Izuku face planted straight into the concrete in front of every first year.
"That is a great way to make first impressions, Midoriya." Mumbling to himself, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. Racing back to his feet, somewhat futile attempt at a tight lip smile. Scratching the back of his neck, a tiny sigh.
There goes any chances of making a good impression on his fellow classmates, shutting his eyes to try to calm his erratic heart rate. Opening his eyes, he came face-to-face with crimson red ones.
Yelping, taking one step back. Completely breathless, Izuku placed his hand over his heart. "Wh-hat are doing?! You nearly made my heart leap from my chest!" Izuku fretted, hand still on his chest.
A devilish smile spread across the blondes face, "why the fuck would I care? You're that idiot, who was trying to get to me that day of the attack?" he asked. Izuku did a once over the blonde, the same crimson eyes.
Izuku's hand fell to his side. "H-hold o-on, your him?" Izuku sputtered, eyes going wide. The blonde scoffed in response.
"The fuck is it to you, nerd."
Izuku's mouth felt like cotton, dry. No words were forming, or his mind just completely shut down.
"Izuku Midoriya."
One blonde eyebrow quirked up, arms crossed over a broad chest, the same stone cold sneer evident on the blondes face. "Katsuki Bakugou," he says, a gentle tone intertwined in the introduction. Shoving both hands into his uniform pockets. Katsuki's stone cold sneer, the corner of his mouth tugged up into a small smile. The sneer plastered to the blondes face, smoothed over.
Midoriya nodded his head, "Bakugou…" Izuku whispered to himself.
"Tch," Katsuki grunts in response, rolling his eyes.
"Deku," Katsuki smirked, crimson eyes bore into the viridian eyes of Deku.
Authors Note
Phew! I am back! It has been to damn bloody long since my little fingers typed out a story- let alone put my words on virtual paper. This may or may not be my only one-shot I do. Depending on the feedback I get from this.
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