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A/N: To start off I do not own My Hero Academia. And to previous readers who seem to notice something different, I accidently switched the first chapter with another, and I don't have the first one backed up, so I tried my best to recreate it. I apologize for the confusion.
In the world of superpowered humans your quirk seems to determine your destiny in life; get born with a desirable quirk people will elevate you higher among your peers, they'll say: they're destine to be reach greatness, to soar high above the rest to be a great hero, and they shower them with all the things they wish for. If you're lucky to win the biologic lottery and follow the path already set for you, you will be rewarded with money and fame to a degree you'll only see when people pay tribute to heroes in ancient mythos. But those who got the short end of the stick, the people without quirks, are just ignored, and could only dream what possessing such power would be like. Life of a quirkless person might seem unfair, but they should count their blessing, they may be the bottom of the barrel at least they're not the ones who were discarded.
The true unfortunate ones are not the ones born without quirks, but the ones who are born with undesirable features, these are the people born with quirks deemed to villainess to be even consider as heroic, let only normal. These people are viewed with fear and suspicion believing that they could turn like feral animals, over time sum give in to embrace the fate that the world pushed them to, while few will challenge their peers' pe-convinced notion of them by becoming heroes themselves, fewer succeed. The majority, however, hide away, away from it all, just to avoid spending the rest of their days in a cage.
\Mustafa City/
It was just another average day in the city, kids went to school, adults went to work, and on the streets, cars and truck zip from point A to point B like ants in a single file line, under a beautiful blue sky, streams of sunlight flowed through the gaps of building tall and skinny or short and wide casting shadows that shrouded pedestrians below. Those people consisted of office workers just getting out of bed, stay-at-home parents carrying out daily chores, shop owners opening up, and the elderly just living out their golden years, but among that, if you're lucky enough you might jusr come across a pro hero. Well, a pro hero in training at least. Izuku Midoriya or Deku if he's on the school day, but this Monday happened to be a three-day weekend some student will take advantage to take a small trip to the beach, an amusement park, or the movies, but the students of class 1-A decided to just want a breather from their routine training. If you want to be a professional hero, you really have to get out of your comfort zone and the students really feel the strain on their muscles, so most of them decided to stay in, but Izuku decided to take a quick jog.
So, the young man was out sprinting across city blocks with the breeze of the wind grazing him as he trotted along on a pleasant day, when failing to make the light Izuku just to jogged in place waiting patiently for the light to turn then only to be startled by the abrupt ringing of his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Izuku," the cheerful voice of Ochaco called out on the other side of the line.
"Oh, hey Ochaco, what's up?" Izuku greeted waiting for the other end to respond back.
"HI, Izuku, I was just calling ahead to ask: where you're at?" her familiar youthful force voice of his first ever friend asked him.
"um... I'm just out jogging in the city, why?" he asked back continuing his path once the red glow turned green.
Juggling the two tasks of running and talking at once Ochaco simply requested if Izuku could bring milk back to the dorms once he returns. For someone who is as polite as Izuku there was no doubt he would refuse. After completing a few more blocks Izuku found a one of the nearest stores, the area he guided himself to were cramped with the street only long enough for one car to go one way with the building reaching up to block the sun's light. The doors of the store was wide open welcoming anyone to come in however when Izuku stepped closer the voices inside were anything, but welcoming, with cries that sounded of anger and frustration scaring away those who were already inside.
Peeking over the doorway Izuku saw what the commotion was about as he saw the owner having a heated dispute with a dirty dressed man shouting and wailing by the counter. The stranger wore a puffy vest on top of a sweeter his hoodie put up obscuring his face from view, his pants dirty and ragged, and was completely bare footed.
"I'm tired of you squatting in front of my stores harassing my customers! I want you get lost!" the store owner demanded ducking to avoid a flying can of corn.
"Up yours asshole!" the stranger shouted picking up another item off the shelves to chuck at the counter, "I'm trying to get by and you stand there accusing me of shit, I bet you sleep soundly on a warm bed with a full stomach!"
As the argument continued Izuku saw the frighten customers hiding behind shelves too afraid to move as the only way out was to get passed between the owner and stranger so none of them dared. Sense his duty to keep the peace Izuku straighten up, his back head held up high, and his chest out Izuku approached the stranger who was too focused on the owner to look behind him as Izuku reached out to grab him by the shoulders.
"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to stop and leave," the young man stated firm and clearly showing no fear or hesitation.
"Beat it! peep squeak this ain't none of your business!" the stranger turned to yell at him now giving him a clear up close look of the stranger's face.
To Izuku's surprise the man wasn't Japanese, but was Caucasia his eyes glowing mad.
"Don't worry kid," the voice of the store owner brought Izuku back, "I already called the cops they'll be here any second to drag him off."
"How about I kick your piss stain teeth in before the pigs get here?" the stranger threaten coming forth make true to his words only to be held back with Izuku gripping onto his arm.
"Stop it! just leave these people alone-"
BAM!
It happened way too fast for Izuku, he didn't even see it as the stranger slammed his knuckles into his face, somehow the stranger manage to ball up his fist, reeled back his arm, and launched it forward without him noticing. Izuku lost his grip, stumbling back feeling his own weight swaying back and forth, shadows crept forward from the corner of his eyes before toppling over like a tree landing flat on his back.
"HEY! what's going here!" the booming voice of two officers entered the room only seeing a man standing the middle of the store, people cowering, and Izuku lying on the ground.
"Him! him! he's been threatening me and he just punched that kid in the face," the store owner explained pointing at the stranger.
Lying there the light seem to escape Izuku and the sounds of voices was turning muffed, but they did sounded loud and angry.
"Sir, we're gonna have to leave, or we're gonna to arrest you," one of the officers read the stranger his options.
"I ain't going anywhere until I get my beer," the stranger said otherwise not caring for the polices' demands.
"No! I'm done cleaning up all the bottles you leave behind," the owner shouted back finally fed up with the stranger.
Reaching to grab another can off a shelf the stranger hurled the tin across the room the owner narrowly ducks in, but the force deliver was enough to fracture the wall and blow the can apart. Seeing that the stranger was unwilling to cooperate the officers stepped in, while the stranger tried grab another can one of the officers already smack his baton in the back of his head knocking the stranger down to the ground. On the floor Izuku was still clinging onto consciousness vaguely watching the stranger being beaten down by the swing of the polices' baton. The police were unrelenting on the blows with the stranger however soon the stranger was somehow getting back on his feet. They swung harder trying to get the stranger to submit, but in the next swing the stranger caught one of the hands of the police and held it where the next baton swung right into the hand of his fellow officer.
The policeman drop the baton feeling the painful sting leaving the other to stop to see what he done only leaving himself open for the stranger to kick him down to the bottom of the counter. He then twist the other policeman hand making him turn his to him as grabs and lifted the officer off the floor then threw him to the wall over the counter this time the owner wasn't so lucky. The second police quickly got back onto his feet now enraged by the stranger's violent act charging forth to swing his baton once more, but the stranger was too fast. He easily ducking under the officer's baton the stranger delivered a quick jab into the officer's side, he next knocked the baton out of his hand, then punch him hard in the face popping the hat off. Dazed the stranger grabbed hold of the officer's head and slammed it down onto the counter leaving a shattered web on the surface knocking the policeman out cold.
"PIG!" the stranger insulted spitting in the ground before storming off.
Izuku could do nothing, but watch as the shadows take him.
\?/
"Izuku?... Izuku..." I faint familiar voice called out.
Stirring awake Izuku's eyes cracked open, it all started as a blur and lines were fuzzy, but eventually cleared like a Polaroid, the sounds around flooded his ears, his eyes were looking straight up into gloomy skies with the bright red and blue hues of police lights pulsing between the two. All manner of noise surrounded Izuku filling him with confusion only the comforting voice of Ochaco manages to bring back order to his senses. Izuku tilted his head to the side not only finding Ochaco standing by his side laying on a stretcher, but Kirishima too accompany her, both wearing worried expressions.
"Izuku?" Ochaco said once more finally seeing her friend open his eyes, "You're finally awake."
"Wha-" Izuku stammered taking in everything around him seeing that the day has escaped him since his run in with the stranger, "How long was I out?"
"You're were out for hours," Kirishima informed.
"But what about the man? did they catch him?" Izuku asked hoping the authorities caught the violent man where he can't hurt anyone more.
"No man. They can't find him anywhere," Kirishima regretful told half expecting Izuku to pull himself out of the stretcher and try to hunt down his attacker.
But there was no such reaction, Izuku laid their feeling the sting from the blow from the stranger's fist, feeling he failed to hold the peace when the fight broke out, sadden by the unsuspected defeat defeat, and then the soft to hand of Ochaco setting on his shoulder.
"Come, Izuku, let's get you back to the dorms."
\The Next Day/
After the end of their three day break Izuku was offered to skip an extra day to recover, but the young insists he's well enough to return to school, but he still found himself at the center of attention at class with his friends hovering around his desk all staring at the shiner the stranger gifted him.
"Are sure it doesn't hurt?" Jiro asked just pointing at it.
"No, it's alright," he deflected not wanting his to be too sympathetic.
"You sure?" Mineta added, but actually poking at the swollen eye causing Izuku to flinch and earing him a smack to the back of the head, "Hey! I'm not the liar here."
Easing back from the un-need physical contact it wasn't long until the finally student came to join them.
"Hey Deku! did you actually get your ass knocked out by some bum off the streets, how pathetic," Bakugo berated as he made his way to his seat.
"That is not correct behavior to a fellow student who has just been assaulted, Bakugo," Tenya corrected his ill attitude.
But the short fused teen gonna take it from his class rep, thankfully there will be no fight or argument because once school bell rang their teacher entered the room commanding order by his mere presence alone. Once the students laid eyes on their teachers they didn't need to be told to sit down as Aizawa stood solemnly patient.
"Alright, now that everyone is here it has come to my attention that Mr. Midoriya had a bit of an incident yesterday" Aizawa reminded and Izuku lowered his head in shame, "Although what Midoriya was admirable, but he was ill equipped to de-escalate the situation, but this is left us with perfect opportunity to learn from this."
As classmcommence with Aizawa commanding the attention of all his students to the front Izuku almost wanted to slump back into his desk from embarrassment as his failure will be used as an example for hero studying.
\Lunch Break/
In line at the cafeteria Ochaco and the others tried to cheer Izuku up from embarrassment from the defeat from yesterday picking up trays as they waited their turn.
"Cheer up Izuku, I'm sure the police will find him pretty soon," Ochaco reassuringly said, "He couldn't have gotten that far."
"Nah that guy's long gone," Mineta countered as no one really cares about these sort of things, only to be smacked in the back of the head for his blunt response.
"I'm pretty sure everybody is gonna this all happened soon," Jiro added as they began filling their trays.
"It's just I should've been more careful when approached that man," Izuku gave his thoughts, "Just because we have powers doesn't me we should let our guard down."
"Well if were in a real fight with that guy it would've been over in a second," Kirishima said with confidence.
As they collected their meals the group went on to find a table passing by a wall decorated with schools graduates from previous years, all it took was for Izuku to take one glance, and he came rushing back. His eyes in a wide shock his friends startled seeing him stare intensely at one of the frames seeing his face began to sweat.
"Whoa, Izuku, you look like you seen a ghost," Mineta noted the strange behavior.
"It's him, the man who punched me," that's all he responds, the tone of his voice in disbelief seeing the familiar face of the stranger on UA class picture. There he was seeing his face in full, his was younger here, his short blonde hair swept back as if a gust a wind blew in face, he still had a scowl etched to his face, even as still 2D picture Izuku can still feel the hatred his eyes irradiated as if he haunts it.
"That's him!" Ochaco wanted to make sure pointing a finger directly at the photo.
"Dude, this picture was taken three years before we entered UA," Kirishima noted surprise at the date of the graduation banner in the photo.
"That's... that's a weird coincidence," Jiro noted.
"He used to be a hero..." Izuku realized, "And he used to go to school here..."