"You're still up to these gimmicks Deku." Katsuki said as he threw Izuku on the ground. Izuku got back up and took a fighting stance, both his legs and arms were shaky. "You're a quirkless loser. NOW DIE!" Katsuki threw a fist that was powered by his explosion on Izuku's left shoulder and sent him spinning backwards and hitting the ground. "Remember this the next time you try to play hero, you really are worthless."
Katsuki left the school ground after knocking Izuku out cold, this was the 10th time since 5th grade started. It was already mid-November, the evening that day was very cool. As the sun was about to set, Izuku found the strength he needed to stand up and started heading home. He was bruised and his shoulder were slightly burned.
Why is it that after school, this alway happens to me. Izuku thought to himself. I know that in this world, people are not born as equals. Yet, why do I still hold onto this dream.
Ever since a glowing baby was born, people began sprouting these powers and abilities. The powers vary from people to people, around 80% of the world population has a type of ability that are called a "quirk". I, however, am part of the minority that was born without anything, I am quirkless.
Since the quirks began sprouting, people started committing crimes and felony with the newfound power. Eventually, what the corrupted people desire was destruction or absolute control, becoming true villains. With villains comes heros, people began appearing and save us from them. Now, heros have become a part of our society, an actually occupation.
It's these heros that I look up to, I have always desire to become the Number 1 Hero, like the greatest hero of All Might. I started recording and analyzing all of the heroes that are in this world since the moment I could write. However, I was recorded as being quickless since I was pre-school. No one ever supported me, no one ever thought that I could become a hero, not even my mom. Yet, I still have this hope within me, that I would gain a quirk and become stronger than anyone.
As Izuku arrived at his apartment, his mother was in the kitchen making dinner. Izuku immediately went to his room, trying to not let his mother see the wound, but she was able to catch him in the corner of her view. The green / black hair boy laid down on the ground and pulled out his first aid kit underneath his bed, right next to his collection of hero journals he was working on over the years. He applied ointment on the burns, and then attended a quiet dinner with his mother, it was silent.
The moon was full; however, there were a lot of clouds. As the light fades away, so did Izuku's consciousness when he was lying in bed, trying to sleep. There was a question that was on his mind, "What is my real dream?" This thought was in his head when his mind faded, his subconscious was taking over.
I always wanted to become a hero, but I think what I really want is to become stronger. Stronger than Kacchan, stronger than anyone, stronger than All Might. I want a quick that can surpass them all.