Alright, this looks like the place. I thought, walking up the steps with my bass on my back. I got to the door and knocked. After a few moments it opened.

"Oh, hey Midoriya," Jirou said. "Mom, Midoriya is here for bass lessons," she called into the house. "Come on in," she added.

"Th-thanks," I said, following her into the house.

"Hello Midoriya, I'm Mika Jirou, but you can just call me Mika," a woman who looked like an older version of Jirou said, walking over to me. "We will be in the recording studio since it's where we keep most of the instruments and it's the best room," she said, leading me to a door just near the entrance. I walked in and was amazed to find a fully functioning recording studio. "My husband and I are in a cover band. We record most of our songs here," Mika explained. "Personally I play the keyboard, but I learned every instrument and decided to put my knowledge to use. Now, how long have you been into music?"

"U-um, a c-couple of y-years," I stuttered.

SNAP!

"So, do you play other instruments or do you do something else?" she asked, smiling.

"I-I tend to m-make beats. Lo-Fi, techo, remixes, and other things like that. I-I have a sound board and keyboard I use with my laptop," I explained.

"Alright, let's get started with the basics of reading music," she smiled.

She taught me how to read different notes and what they were on the bass. By the end of the day I had the basics down as well as four additional scales to practice. She warned me to not practice too much and split a finger open. I left the room with my bass and realized that it was raining outside even though the forecast hadn't called for it and I hadn't grabbed my umbrella.

"Hey, want to wait for a bit?" Jirou asked.

"H-huh?"

"It should stop in a bit, want to hang out till then?" she asked.

"S-sure, i-if you want t-to," I stuttered.

SNAP!

"So, why did you pick up music?" Jirou asked.

"U-um, t-to get m-my mind off o-of some things."

SNAP!

"I don't want to sound rude, but you have anxiety don't you? I'm guessing because I've seen you snap that rubber band four times today and you did it a lot at the music store too," she said, looking down at the ground.

"Um, y-yeah. M-music h-helps m-me," I admitted.

SNAP!

"Same, music has helped me through some dark times too," Jirou sighed. "So, what do you want to go to school for?"

"W-well, I'm n-not sure," I admitted. "I've b-been doing m-music as a p-plan for my f-future."

"But?" Jirou pushed.

"I-I've always w-wanted to be a h-hero, b-but I've been t-told that I-I c-can't. I-I'm at a c-crossroads. The h-hard p-part is that p-people come and g-go, but m-music is f-forever a constant," I said. "But, the w-will of the h-heart is a-also a-always th-there and s-strong too."

SNAP!

"Why have you been told you can't be a hero? Is it because your quirk is quote unquote useless or villainous?" Kyotoku asked.

"U-um," I stuttered.

SNAP!

Tell them, tell them and make them hate you. Lie to them and make them never associate with you again. The voice said.

"I-I'm q-quirkless," I lied.

SNAP!

"A quirkless hero, sounds badass," Jirou said.

"Kyoka," Kyotoku said.

"I agree with that sentiment. A quirkless hero would be badass," Mika agreed.

"R-really?" I asked.

"While it would be extremely difficult, why not?" Mika asked.

"Th-thanks," I said. "N-no one h-has r-really b-believed in m-me," I stuttered.

"Really? What about your mother?" Mika asked.

SNAP!

"U-um, oh look, i-it's st-stopped r-raining," I said, looking outside. "I-I'll see y-you i-in a c-couple d-days," I added, quickly grabbing my stuff and leaving.

I quickly walked home and put my bass up before locking the door to the house and bathroom. I summoned a blade and made a cut on my thigh.

SHLINK!

And another.

SHLINK!

And another one.

SHLINK!

SHLINK!

SHLINK!

SHLINK!

SHLINK!

SHLINK!

After an hour I stood in the bathroom with blood dripping down my legs, arms, and from the psychic blade as I looked in the mirror, but the face that looked back wasn't mine.

"Why so serious? Afraid to talk about the first victim?" the person asked. They looked like me but with black hair and purple irises similar to mine when I use my powers.

"Who are you?" I asked, breathless.

"We both know who I am. I'm the version of you that accepts what we truly are, a cursed killer. Uzaki, that's what you can call me," he said, fading until I was looking at myself.

I stood there for a good couple of minutes before I shook my head and cleaned my wounds and then the floor. I put some extra wrappings on before going to bed. I woke up feeling extra sore but figured it was the fact that Iused my powers and cut myself so much. I poured myself a shot a whiskey before listening to the news and hearing of a murder last night by a unknown attacker they believe has a blade quirk or something.

POV Kyoka

"Alright, so why did he lie?" I asked.

"Kyoka, it's not our place to know why a person lies. Sometimes they lie because it's for the safety of others. It could be that he can't use his quirk because it would hurt himself or others," my dad said. My mom and I just stared at him. "What? Just because I can't tell a person is lying by their heart doesn't mean I can't notice it," he said.

"It's not that, just that you said something very intelligent," I said.

"My heart," he said, acting as if he was shot.

"Still, we shouldn't let him know we could tell he was lying. It's technically an invasion of his privacy," my mom said. "We should not bring it up and if he decides to tell us then take it as it is and not push for him to."

"Alright, still, I wonder if he has to constantly use it to help his mom or something, because he was acting extra, I don't want to say strange but different," I sighed.

"Alright, this discussion is over," my mom said.

"Alright, I just hope he goes into music. I would love to work with him on a song or two," I said. Not like I can be a hero. It would break my parents if I didn't do music.

POV Izuku

The week went back to normal with me having two more lessons. By the end of the day Friday I could play the bass riff for Seven Nation Army. I brought my bass and portable amp to the park and sat on my normal bench and started practicing.

"Hey, Midoriya right?" a voice asked. I turned to see the pink skinned girl from before.

"Y-yeah, A-ashido right?" I asked.

SNAP!

"Yep!" she said, popping the P at the end. "So, practicing guitar?"

"It's a-actually a b-bass," I said.

SNAP!

"Cool, how long have you been playing?" she asked, sitting down on the bench.

"A w-week," I said.

SNAP!

"Wow, and you can already play a song?" she asked.

"W-well, m-my teacher is r-really g-good a-and it's an e-easy s-song," I stuttered.

SNAP!

"Hey, who do you think you are talking to my daughter?" a voice asked. I looked to see a beast of a man walk up to where Ashido and I were sitting.

SNAP!

"Trying to woo her with a song?"

SNAP!

"Flirting with her to toy with her feelings?"

SNAP!

"Dad," Ashido said.

SNAP!

"Or do you think you're too good for her?"

SNAP!

"Dad!"

SNAP!

"I'm sorry," I quickly said, grabbing my stuff and running home. I put it all away before going on a walk.

"Hey, Deku," a voice called.

"H-hey, K-kacchan," I stuttered.

SNAP!

"The fuck are you doing here? I was having a nice day at the arcade, then I saw you and started losing because of it," he growled.

"S-s-sorry."

SNAP!

I looked to see it was starting to get dark.

"Hey, you fucking paying attention?" he yelled. "That's it," he growled, grabbing me and tossing me into a nearby alley. "Looks like I have to beat it into you," he said, placing his hand on my chest. "You."

BOOM!

"Don't."

BOOM!

"Fucking."

BOOM!

"Ignore."

BOOM!

"ME!"

BOOM!

"Tch, let's go," he said, walking off.

I laid there for a couple of minutes trying to get back up just to be able to prop my back on the wall. I watched as a man and woman walked up to me as my vision went black.

POV Mina

"DAD! What was that about?" I asked.

"What? It's my job to make sure that boys who try to date you know who they have to deal with," he said.

"He wasn't trying to do that. He's the boy I told you about who helped me come up with names. The one I told you I thought was depressed and had high anxiety. We were just talking about him starting to learn bass!" I yelled. "UGH! Why do you have to be so inconsiderate?" I asked, storming off. Now he'll never talk to me and he was one of a few people who didn't immediately make fun of me for how I looked or anything and actually embraced that I accepted it and helped conform to that himself. I thought. This is why I normally come by myself, because then it doesn't look like I need you to protect me.

"Hey, Ashido," a voice called out.

"Hmm, oh, hey Kirishima," I said, turning to see my classmate.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Why? Because I can't protect myself? Why does everyone either see me as a freak or fragile thing that needs protected? Just, leave me alone!" I yelled, running off.

AN-

That's right, Izuku isn't the only one with problems, he just has a lot more than the others. While I won't normally swap POV's as much as I did in this chapter, it was to show what some others are going through and what Izuku might help them with if he means to or not. I really hope you like this and next chapter we will hit the ground running(literally in a sense). Please remember to favorite, follow, comment, and kudos! Also, join our discord cult! Link Out!

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