AN/ My first fic, please feel free to give advice.

Midoriya Izuku, also known as deku in general, all around his school. Katsuki Bakugo, the main tormentor of his or his childhood friend once named him 'Deku', a person who's failure, useless shit which what the name stands for. However, overtime Izuku accepted that name along with meaning behind it, but still wants to pursuit his lone dream of becoming a well know hero one day, even after he's diagnosed quirkless at the age of 4.
His dream elevated his will and determination during hardships, that's his like. Torn between family and society, both having different taste on how to treat him. Society despise the weak, continuously pick on them having all sorts of entertaining satisfactory of a quirkless being hurt.
Izuku had told over a decade, that it's all pointless. His dream is pointless. His sister and mother after his father' death, started to being overprotective fearing his dream one day lead him to the dark void of death, aware of his quirklessness. But they loved him more than anyone ever had. Without his mother and sister, Izuku cannot think of a 'what if scenario'.

'That won't haappen' A line that changed his life for worst. Inevitable bullying, physical and mental scars, suffering accompanied rest of his life outside of his comfort zone, that's his house apartment. Izumi, his sister gave him every support and confidence he lose during everyday conflicts. Just say, just living his life is a consequences of his last life it seems.

However though, Izuku never gave up on chasing dreams until recently he have witnessed some hero vs villain action. He was happen to be full on analyze mode while having little no idea on what happening around except the fight happening between Kamui woods and a lower class but dangerous villain, what looks like out of sea in form of walking punk like shark. Izuku even witnessed a heroine debut. . She have a gigantification quirk and a rare one to see. Nevertheless, Izuku just wrote down all points, advantage, disadvantage, limitations, facade of using it beyond limits. Like a printing machine, he was filling a page with classified and important information that can be both help him but also trouble the heroes if the evil ever got hand on them.

What happened that night, unlikely most embarrassing and worst the Midoriya family ever faced before. At the scene, a policeman, overheard muffled mutter of the greenette, then out suspicion, Midoriya taken costody for interrogation. Recently villainy was over the peek since All Might started showing up once a while. And police won't leave any chance with spies.

Midoriya almost had panic attacks at the way a senior police officer interrogated him. Thankfully the procedures went fast when luckily a help in the form of a detective who inherit a quirk helps him to sense lies.
Izuku explained all about his notebook and why he do detailed analysis and he prove he's not a spy and said to be released within an hour. Therefore he also had to leave his notebook at the police custody.

That night, first time Izumi slapped him out of pure anger and worry. Anger because he's broke a promise of not to leave home unless she accompany him. Worry because..they can't lose him.
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Next day Izumi already left without him to school, indicating the she's in bad mood today.

Izuku walked slowly. He felt drained and dead inside. Just how much life could toy with him? Why him? Being quirkless wasn't enough? Why he always the receiving end pain? Why? All he done for others is care for them, want to help them, be a hero who's name will make history without money and fame. He wants to be like the greatest hero ever lived. The man who save those in need keeping a assuring, comforting, charismatic smile. Be the top hero in people' heart if he can't be the number one hero of Japan. He want world to know they are safe and say 'No need to worry...because I'm here.' Just like All might. And one day make his family proud.

He sighed calmly, eyes focused on nothing and his heart somehow has a hundred ton weight to it, and the fire in him extinguished. The fire of willpower, determination and the it completely gone nonexistent as he gave up on his dream first time in his life. Therefore he doesn't get to go to U.A. The best hero academy in all of Japan, he craved to be on. Now, he' a criminal', right? A so called 'spy'? A criminal don't deserves to be a hero and who'll allow a criminal wandering around their students. Their reputation will be ruined if that happens, right? Right?

'Cheer up. Izumi make a great asset for the heroes, alright. Then I can analyze her strength and weaknesses and..and..' Then what? He smiled the same way when he first time said he's quirkless. Blank teary eyes, wide grin that didn't catch the eyes, quick breathing, runny nose, overall a dead of any genuine emotions. Dead inside out. A walking shell of a no one known as...the pathetic Deku. And all that left in that shell is a dying weak little soul. All it'll take a gust of mockery, and that poor soul will fade away, with all the good, mostly bad memories and never to be seen again.

Thinking realistically, nobody won't know if he ever did exist or nobody won't give damn if a useless Daku fades away. But if that happens, He has only one wish and that's to his family forget him and don't cry.

As he was headed to his class still a bit earlier than most of his peer. Well ex-peers. Walking through hallway, Deku saw many students keeping a distance away, whispering probably about yesterday. Media were there to report the fight when police taken him under their custody. All the Japan may have heard of the little 'spy' on the crime scene.

(IZUMI's POV)

I glared at the words imprinted on the textbook, but not reading anything. I was so concentrated fully on whispers and insults thrown at Izuku' back. He' not here yet. Wonder what taking him so long.

You happened.

A part of my mind voiced out my concerns and ended up realizing why he's running a bit later than usual. It's so unlikely of him. After I slapped him last night, I did remember he wasn't crying at all. Not even when I yelled at him to give up and forget it. Not even after I ripped off the All Might posters and threw away action figures and shredded all his hero analysis not book. He never cried. He stood there spaced off, looking at me blankly eveytime I got on his face shouting.

I was lost in my rage, I never noticed him struggling to stand up. That emotionless eyes of a dead broken boy, never lessened my anger. And I never looked back when I left him in his room alone. I just lost it, forgetting that he never hated or yelled at me in my whole life whenever I did the unforgivable. No. He never hated. Instead, He give a cute bright smile that always help me forget all the worries and the assurance in his twinkling emerald eyes that keep me calm and made me believe I am the most valuable person ever walked on this planet earth. The respect and love he gave me made me believe I am the number one hero there is. As I was in my world of thought, Katsuki out of all people got closer, arrogance in his aura as he did so. "He prove it all at last, huh?." A sadistic amusement laced on his voice. "He proved he's useless Deku after all. Sad he ruined your already shithole of a family reputation." He mocked having my full attention and he must have saw the anger in my eyes and lughed hard. "Haha..Hey don't feel offended, be happy that little nerd is finally fulfilled, most part of his so called dream. He's so famous now isn't it? Just like a nerd like that bitch deserve." Katsuki sneered earning thunderous laugh from his goons.

I had enough of his bullshit. My palm harshly connected his cheeks before he even know what's coming. Class went silent. Pin drop silence. I didn't even realized my breathing quickened, blood boiling and I saw red.

Katsuki stood head tilted sideways, his grin still there but I can see a bit of surprise and shock in his red eyes. I then used my Pyrokenesis concentrated with psychic abilities, straight at katsuki who dodged out of the way using his explosion and sent the said explosion my way, taking a direct hit on my shoulders.

I hissed at the burn but adrenalin was high that I ignored it and before Katsuki do further damage, I enveloped him with my psychic and throwed the damn bastard at the opposite end of the room knocking the wind out of the basterd.
His goons however cowered away, and I'll give em that they do have brains to not mess around when I'm on the opposing side.

And I got carried away paying attention to the two idiots, Katsuki the man never misses loopholes, immediately propelled himself with his quirk, came rocketing straight at me and punched my gut, throwing me with the lethal impact. I clutched my gut groaning and I hit the wall so hard, and for a second I felt the wind supply knocked out of me.

" A BITCH." Katsuki spat at my grounded form but today I ain't buying his crap. Using my psychic I lifted him up with purple aura surrounding him and threw him straight up to the ceiling and then to the floor and again. I cease the attack exhausted doing the psychic quirk too much. Sadly, my psychic quirk isn't easy to master unlike the pyrokenesis, and I can't rely too much on psychic more than few minutes.

Getting up I delivered a powerful kick to his side taking advantage his dazed state, and hopefully I have the fight ended.

I panted heavily, slightly wincing each time I breathed due to the aftereffects of the blow in gut. Katusi is sure a force not be reckon with, much to I hate to admit. He sure can beat me and I can beat him, depends on situations and chances. If we were at an open place he may have the upper hand because he can use his quirk to fly around so quick, but the classroom now gave me the advantage and I can trow him around the walls and that's exactly what I did.

He growled in a fruitless effort to hide the pain, while cletching his side. His goons helped him up much to his embarrassment. He was supposed to act tough and the extras helping him up may leave a negetive affect on him and he think they are underestimating his power. Ripping himself out of the extra' hands pointing at me angrily. "IT'S NOT OVER. DON'T YOU THINK S-"

"Shut up, Katsuki. Take your fucking beat ass back your seat before sensei barge in and suspend both of us." I snapped back taking my seat.

"ARE YOU FUCKING UNDERESTIMATING ME BITCH?" He shouted and I snickered when I noted the familiarity between him and an angry pomeranian. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY?" He frowned giving death glares and I shook my head as nothing.

While we were at it, the door opened with a bang attracting our attention. I then saw Izuku. As he closed door behind to walk to his usual seat, I felt something off about him. He was calm, like really really calm, as if of a dead body. His eyes weren't fixed on anything but straight, not looking away when eye contacting any of us like he usually do when feel nervous by others. His skin was pale with dark circles under his eyes. A look of nothingness on his face repelling any emotions and it safe to say he actually resembles a corpse walking. He made a beeline to his desk not even look bothered by Katsuki on the way. Then he did something surprising. Izuku walked straight bumping on Katsuki' shoulder as he did so. And Izuku don't even look slightly concerned or apologized not even looked intimidated by Katsuki' fuming rage.

Katsuki' eye twitched and a pulsating vein appeared on his temple. I can hear his grinding teeth and see his jaw clenching. Then katsuki reached and violently took a handful of Izuku' collar and turning him to face him. "OI,HOW DARE YOU LITTLE, FUCK." Katsuki fumed and stretched his balled fist backwards for swing then he stopped. Deku just stood there facing Katsuki blankly in the eyes.
I was shocked to say the least, but never in my life I saw Izuku hold his ground and careless of the aftermath. "What? Do it. Hurt me already." Izuku' silent but hollow tone sent shivers down my spine. Well, that's weird. Izuku is capable of being...creepy? Or my brain playing tricks on me. Izuku asking for beaten up instead of begging for mercy?

I sure Katsuki felt the weird tone and pushed Izuku with a huff of irritation. "Worthless prick." He said taking his seat and Izuku did the same. His seat is the left of mine and the whole process he never payed much attention on the others including me.

I saw him just dropping the bag with no ease and sat down hands rested on table and chin on his hands, facing out of the window.

Did I do that to him?

Now I feel bad.
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'Worthless'

'Waste of space'

'Deku'

'Disgrace'

'Stupid'

'Quirkless Bastard'

'Just give already'

'Don't deserve to live'

'Useless'

'Coward'

'You're selfless but quirkless'

'Die already'

'Deku means, a shit can do nothing'

'Black spot of the family'

'Sorry young Midoriya. Quirkless cannot be a hero.'

'Die'

'Die'

'Die'

'Hey deku how about an advice to make it quick. Pray that you get a quirk in your next life and take swan dive off the roof'

'Swan dive?'

'Advice?

'Good advice?

'...'

...Yeah.

Izuku thought looking away at the distance off the school compound taking in calm picture of far away mountains which helps him thinking freely.

With the distant look on his face, Izuku looked his sister who calling him for few minutes to inform it's time to go home.

"Hey, took you long enough to notice me." She pouted playfully hoping to cheer up his mood but no avail. Izumi sighed at his expressionless face before dragging a chair to sit facing him.

"Okay I admit yesterday I got carried away. But you have to know how me and mom felt hearing all the stuff happening to you. Is it too much to we worrying about your well-being? I ask for you to give up b-"

"I know." He blankly replied standing up and packing stuff. "Good luck in U.A. and be a good hero for me will ya." he added, not pushing her with any unnecessary arguments. Normally he wouldn't keep quiet without a long speech of, how heroes are made and stuff in order for him to convince her.

Now he's giving up? She doesn't know how to feel about it. All these years Izuku never gave up on his dream and now he's taking her advise is both making her happy and sad. Happy, that he never get hurt of hero work. Sad, the way he sounds. Without a dream to catch up, Izuku is now completely a shell in his human form. Just a cold, emotionless, dead shell.

"Izuku, I-"

"I need a book. I'll be at library. I know you know way back home since this morning you were on your own headed here. I'll be late." Izuku sounded more like a machine as he walked out of the classroom followed by a worried looking Izumi.

She know he needs time but can't help it. "Will you be alright on your own?" She asked concerned.

"I survived tormentors a decade full, sure survive today." he replied and left her watching his back.
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Izumi was already home, doing chores Inko instructed to do while she thought of Izuku. She gathered up some good news, maybe Izuku snap out of his trance of internal demons and in hopes she worked.

Wait, her enrolling at U.A, how come a good news for him when we rejected his dreams? Wouldn't I'll be gloating if that's case. She thought and helped Inko with dinner. Kutsedon, yes that may cheer him up. Hopefully at least his demeanor would lighten up.

"Ami, check the time for me. Izu, taking so long." Inko concerned.

"Haha, you know braniac' and books, works like magnets, mom. It happened before." Izuki hid her own fear but keep her cool in order to calm her mother down.

"Yes, you were with him back then, though."

"Mom, he's matured now." Inko smiled at that reply.

"But still, safety comes first right? Knowing Izuku, he may do hero stuff again." How wrong she was. Izumi' the one who saw how he's dealing with this new change of life.

Izumi sighed."Mom. He indirectly said he nees time to cope up. Some books can help him free his mind. Watching him at class wasn't easy, though. As if he changed..in worst way possible. We can't blame him after all that happened." Izumi said going back at the hall where the clock is and saw it's 30 minutes before dinner. Means three hours since class ended.

"Wait, the library closed one hour ago." She muttered looking at the clock. The submerged worries resurfacing, a weird feeling tell her something is wrong. He's late. Really late.

"So?" Inko asked coming out of the kitchen.

"He's late." Izumi admitted and Inko nodded, clasping her hands together on her chest.

"Did you called him?"

"Phones have to be silent a library, so I didn't tried calling." Izumi said pulling out her phone hurriedly. While searching his name, her finger fumbled indicating the overwhelming anxiety or a simple act of rush.

As she pressed the call icon, she heard the ringing. Few more rings later she heard a click at the other end. "Izuku? Izuku, where are you?" She shouted but no answer except for a heavy sigh.

"Hello, ma'am. Are you this green haired boy' relative?" Came an adult heavy male voice and he sounded hesitant and nervous? Izumi' eye widened at a stranger' voice.

"Who's this? Yes, Izuku is my little brother. Why do you have his phone?" Izumi panicked even if she was keeping her voice loud.

"Ami, what happened?" Inko was no visibly shaking in fear and was about to snatch the phone the stranger started.

"I'm calling you from Hosu private hospital.." Izumi' Heart sunk what she heard next.

"...Izuku,.there was an accident. a car.." She dropped her phone and fell on her knees. Tears poured and then she cried louder and Inko' eyes widened.

Tears falling, she quickly picked up the phone and heard the most heartbreaking words she ever heard. "...Passed away."

First chap done.