Chapter two - What is the true worth of a human?

Izuku was now in Middle school and gained the infamous name 'Deku'. They called him this because it meant 'good for nothing', 'worthless', 'a waste of space' and so on. When Izuku first found out that he lacked a quirk, he was naive enough to tell and trust Bakugou that he was quirkless. He was expecting the reaction to be the same or similar to the reaction his parents gave him, which was wholehearted and fully-accepting. When Bakugou learned of his quirklessness, his attitude became sour, aggressive, harsh and completely insolent towards Izuku. Izuku would be beaten, robbed, shunned and burned by Bakugou and his lackeys, everyday. A normal person would be furious with the way they were treated and fight back or tell the teachers or something at least on those lines. But then again, being quirkless wasn't seen as normal. Izuku ,however, still admired and looked up to Bakugou like he was a God because of the way they both loved All Might and interacted with each other often. Well, that was even if you could consider this a healthy kind of interaction anyway. Just because Izuku admired Bakugou didn't mean they liked each other.

At the end of a lesson, Izuku quickly packed away his books to avoid Bakugou and his gang but then smiled at a notebook labelled 'Hero Analysis N.13'. He briefly smiled at the book and when he was about to put it away, he heard small explosions getting closer and closer to Izuku.

"Deku!" shouted a hoarse voice. Midoriya quickly recognised this voice belonged to Bakugou and as a result of the classroom being empty, his voice was louder than usual.

"K-Kacchan.."

"Ooh Kacchan!" Mocked the lackeys, but a glare from Bakugou quickly shut them up.

"Deku, what's that *** in your hand, huh? Porn mags?" questioned Bakugou, snatching the book out of Izuku's hands.

Izuku had a face mixed with Anger, shock and despair when Bakugou snatched it out. His hand moved on its own as he attempted to grab the book back with slight hesitation. Bakugou and his lackeys looked pissed off when Izuku tried to take it back.

"Deku, you weak ***. Who do you think you are?!" Bakugou had a murderous aura surrounding him. His eyes were a blood red as he snarled down at Izuku, who looked like a little cat next to an evil lion about the kill anything small near it. Bakugou then got an explosion in his hands and put his hands directly onto Izuku's face, which burned his forehead and cheeks to a nasty black color. Bakugou went to burn Izuku's Analysis book for the future to nothing but ash while his lackeys went to beat Izuku to nothing but a pulp of blue and purple. Once the lackeys were satisfied with what they did to Izuku they went back behind Bakugou and chuckled to themselves, proud of the evil they did.

"*** Deku, you will never be a hero, you're quirkless and useless." spat Bakugou.

Before Bakugou walked out of the room, he had his back to Izuku, who was now unconscious, and said,

"If you get in my way again, I'll ***ing kill you."

His lackeys snickered behind him and walked out of the classroom, tailing Bakugou.

Three hours later, Izuku woke up in the same position in the classroom he was beat up in and when he woke up, he had a painful headache along with a flood of emotions and suddenly remembered what happened to him. He touched his face and felt many bumps and bruises due to swelling and burns and he just silently cried to himself in the corner of the empty room.

"Why am I even alive anymore?"

"Please let my pain end..please" and with that thought he got into a small ball and the tears just wouldn't stop flowing.

"Maybe if I'd been born in a different month, year, place or maybe been born to different parents. Maybe even a different hospital..maybe just maybe I would've gotten a quirk, I would be able to stand up for myself."

He was in such a sad state at that moment in time and was in such an emotional mess that he didn't even notice the time. It was 4:00. He guessed that his parents would've been worried sick because their son was taking so long and didn't even bother to call them. He shook his head and wiped his tears away.

"No, I am alive right now thanks to mom and dad. I should be thankful and not selfish." he mumbled to himself. He had a slightly determined look on his face despite the fact that he looked like a grape. He got up from his little corner and stretched his arms and legs.

As he was walking outside, it had already gotten dark and the stars looked like small, sharp diamonds piercing the hazy and mysterious wine colored sky. The moon was bright and green with envy while looking down on the small, ignorant humans of the Earth. Izuku stopped in the middle of the path to look up at the sky. He gave a simple, soft smile at the unrivalled beauty of the night sky. He then kept walking home and remembered how his parents would probably form a search party looking for him.

"*** I have to get home quickly." he said to himself as he ran.

Izuku finally arrived at the front door of the house and began to look for an excuse to make up for the scars on his face and uniform.

"I fell down the stairs? No… I was robbed? No… I messed up a science experiment? Of course not, everyone knows that I am exceptional at science and maths. S-Should I just come clean on the bullying..? No!" Izuku realised he took ten minutes longer because of his contemplating to actuallygethome. He then didn't care anymore and went straight inside despite what his parents would think.

"I-I'm home.." said Izuku he quickly ran upstairs. His parents were even quicker and they noticed his face and were in utter shock.

Inko burst into tears and covered her mouth in disbelief.

"I-Izuku? Baby, what's wrong..? Come..back.." The last to words were choked out and were not clearly heard because he had already gone upstairs and she had dropped to her knees and cried for 20 minutes straight with sniffles in between. She thought she was a failure as a mom. Hisashi quickly went to hug Inko and comfort her saying that Izuku will come back soon and talk to them, which he never did.

While Inko was crying in Hisashi's shoulders, he looked up and thought to himself with a melancholic expression on his face,

"Izuku, when are you going to come to us? We are here for you, god***it."