Waking up Izuku never felt more giddy, he had just found out he had a quirk yesterday after all.

"I wonder what would happen if I cut off my hand?" He giggled quietly to himself after thinking that.

As he was stretching he said,"I must have gone crazy after yesterday."

He put on his school uniform and went downstairs to greet his mom. She had just made breakfast, so he sat down at the table. After she put the food on the table they both said thankyou for the food and started to eat it.

"Izuku are you ready for school, honey?" My mom said before taking a bite of her food..

"Ya, I'm going to hang out with my friends after school, if that's ok with you?"

"Of course sweetie, go hang out with your friends just don't forget to be home by ten. I love you."

"I love you too mom." I gave her a big hug and then went out the door.

Walking through the school doors Izuku walked confidently to his classroom. People were avoiding him more than usual, feeling the sudden change of character from yesterday. That didn't stop some of the stupidr ones from trying to push him around.

"Hey Deku, Why are you here? I thought that you were going to jump off the roof yesterday, so that we would be spared from having to look at you and your sad, quirkless experience of a life. I guess you were too much of a pussy to go through with it though." They all began to laugh.

"To tell you the truth, I was thinking about it…"They all looked at him,"but I didn't think it would be very fun without someone else to join me. "

He looked up from the floor and they all took a step back from what they saw(think evil mic, stain, and 'it was a logical ruse' Aizawa). He took a few steps towards them and they kept backing up.

"You and your friends could come with me, it would be fun," He smiled even bigger, "and if you guys got scared then I could push you off, since I know you guys hate being pussies. So, do one of want to join me?"

They all decided after that, that living was worth more than bullying him further. So they all shook their heads and walked (ran) away. He then made his way to class without anymore people bothering him.

Izuku sat down in his seat just as the bell rang and the teacher came in. Knowing the teacher was teaching something he already knew, he went ahead in his math textbook and started the work there instead. He only had a few more pages before he finished it anyway.

When the class ended, he finished with his math textbook and gave it to the teacher so they could look it over. He sat back down, putting his head on his desk. All his classmates started to talk and he couldn't help but overhear some rumors going on about him.

"Did you hear what Deku did?"

"I saw it, he was so scary."

"Is it true that he threatened Takashi?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, he said he would kill them by pushing them off the roof one by one saving Takashi for last."

"I bet he went crazy, I mean have you ever heard of anyone else without a quirk. Going crazy might be a side effect of it."

"That's so scary, I hope he doesn't come after me next."

"Well maybe you shouldn't be talking about me then."

He had sneaked up on them while they were talking. They both flinched when they saw his face.

"I mean you're just making yourselves targets, after all I don't like it when people talk about me." He smiled then went back to his seat.

The English teacher came in soon after that and everyone turned to pay attention to him. I was fluent in English and American Sign Language, so the teacher let me do whatever as long as I didn't cause a commotion during that time.

I still had to do the tests and stuff but talking to my father in it all the time really helped me out so they weren't that hard.

As soon as the teacher left and lunch started I walked out of the classroom. Walking through the hallways I eventually came upon the front doors. I had to check in with the office before I went outside but it only took a minute so I was outside soon enough.

I went over to the side of the building where there were no cameras and a large vent cover. This was my secret hiding spot. I had first come upon it when running away from Katsuki and his cronies.

Katsuki had gotten angry at me for something and in my panic I went into the rather weirdly large vents to hide from them, probably for plot convenience. Thankfully it had worked and they couldn't find me. I had gotten beat up the next day for it though.

I unscrewed the screws holding it in place with a practiced ease. I took off the vent covering and went inside. I put it back on as soon as I got inside though. It was big enough for me to crawl around on all fours without being squished and I liked that.

I made my way through the vents silent like a cat. After going through them for a while, I came to my secret hiding spot. It had some pillows and blankets I had stashed here over the years.

This was my safe place. A place where nobody could get to and/or hurt me. It felt safer than my own bedroom as Katsuki had been there before but not here.

I had had a few panic attacks here over the years so after awhile I made a nest. It was just pillows and blankets but was home. I made my way towards it and set an alarm to wake me up before my next class started. I made down in my nest and hummed in comfort, passing out easily.

I made my way through the vents to my classroom. Trying my hardest to be quiet and stealthy about it. I almost giggled as I came across the vent cover that led to my classroom.

I looked through it, everyone was still preoccupied with lunch. Right under the vent was an empty desk though. So as quietly as I could, I took off the vent cover.

Right before the bell rang I jumped out of the vents and I onto the desk. Everyone stopped talking and I laughed at them. Obviously for plot convenience the desk under the vent was mine, so I just sat down in my seat.

As the bell rang nobody moved, still looking at me and the vent. The teacher came in and looked at everyone not in their seats. He glared but they didn't notice.

"Why isn't everybody in their seats?"

They all rushed themselves to their seats as the teacher glared at them even harder.

"Why can't the rest of you be like Midoriya over here. I mean look at him, he was already sitting there before I came in. If the rest of you can't even do that, you won't be getting into any hero courses next year, you hear me?"

"Yes, ." They all mumbled as I just smiled innocently.

The science class went on without anything else unusual happening. I was also almost done with it as well because it was the only thing I really had to study besides math.

We had gym right after it so we all made our way to the locker rooms. I got dressed in my shorts and shirt fast so no one could see my scars and made my way to the gym. I was one of the first ones there so I started stretching.

After everyone else was there coach Luna told us we would be doing Dodgeball. Dodgeball was one of the things I excelled at, as my bullies chasing me and beating me up made my reactions faster, better.

We were all put into two teams. After a while it was just me and two other people on our side. Though they were quickly hit as they were ganged up on by the other side.

Then they all turned to me, it was easy for me to avoid them. When they started getting angrier I was able to hit them as they were too lost in their anger. After a while I threw a ball at the last player on their team.

Everything then became very silent, as everybody than noticed that there was nobody on the other team left. The couch told everyone to go shower off though, so we all went to do that. None of the other kids bothered me but they did keep looking at me like I was evil incarnate.

I got dressed and went back to class.

The last class, history was boring. It had always been my favorite even though I already knew everything, since it was about heroes and villains. Now all I could think about when in the class was the weaknesses of them incase I ever needed to fight them and/or run away.

"Midoriya, what was the first hero law made?"

"The first law was the civilian protection law. It was made in XXXX. It stated that all heroes were to first protect civilians and then capture the criminal."

She looked at me, then turned back to the bored and started talking again. She was probably trying to catch me off guard, but since I already knew the question I didn't have to pay that much attention to what I was saying.

I pulled out my notebook and started to draw out my vigilante costume. By the end of class I ended up drawing a dark red and green full bodysuit.

I headed toward the local library to see if they had something that could help me figure out hacking. Unsurprisingly they did, they also had things on welding, building, sowing, making support items, making weapons. This was all for plot convenience after all.

I checked out all my books and went to the bad part of behind a stripper club, i took a knife out of my pocket. Taking it without my mother noticing was rather easy. I put my arm on the wall of the alleyway, rolling up my sleeves. Then I proceeded to take the knife to my wrist and start sawing it off.

After a while and screaming, it finally came eoff. Thankfully, my screams were covered by the stripper clubs noise. I was full blown laughing and giggling though afterwards, which isn't very normal… I think.

"Heheheh, at least it's growing back." I looked at the hand without any skin and some muscle growing back.

"I wonder if I can reattach limbs?" I wondered thoughtfully because getting rid of limbs all the time would be quite troublesome.

A few minutes of waiting left me with a new left hand, but also an old bloody one. So I'm just going to carry it around for a while. Walking out of the alley, I heard a scream from the alley opposite of the stripper club.

You can't be too careful so I decided to hold my old hand out in front of me and my knife at my side. I walked silently to the alleyway and came upon two men with guns, pointing them at a woman of about thirty years old. So I thought of something really smart.

I wiped the blood on my face and carefully walked behind the men.

"Do you guys need a hand?" They turned around, immediately pointing their guns at me.

I held out my old hand and giggled. Their eyes turned to the hand in my hand. I couldn't help but laugh at them.

"Did you like my joke? I thought it was hilarious and when you saw it, Oh My God! You two are so funny!"

They shot me in the stomach and tried to run away.

"Hey! That wasn't fair! Come back!" I yelled at them.

They didn't come back so I took my knife and threw it at one of them. Luckily it hit one of their calves. The man let out a scream while his friend ran away. I jogged up to him and stared down at him

"Don't you know it's rude to run away when someone is talking to you!? I hope this taught you a lesson! Now since you were so rude to me AND shot me, I want your shirt, money, and gun! Thanks!"

He whined as I took all his stuff. I left him on the ground but took the knife with me. As I ripped it out of his leg, he fainted. I wiped it off on his pants and put it in my backpack.

"What a pussy! He can't even stand a small stabbing! I thought criminals would be stronger than this but I guess they haven't been exploded before."

I took off my shirt and put on the one I just got. Wrapping my hand in the old uniform shirt I put it in my backpack. I made my way home, thinking about how

I'll get a new uniform. I had just got a lot of money so I could just use that.

I finally stopped in front of my house. Walking inside the clock said nine am, I went to my room. I grabbed my small trash can and took it to the backyard. Pulling the bloody uniform and hand out of my backpack, I put them in the trash can. I took a lighter out of my pocket that I had grabbed from my room and lit the stuff inside the trash can on fire.

I stood there for a while to make sure it turned to ash before I went to bed. Finally after a few hours I put the ash in a bag and threw it into the dumpster. I went to my room after and took a shower.

I layed on my bed, thinking about all the things I learned today. I fell asleep, excited about all the things that would come tomorrow.