A/N: Republishing because of a glitch, sorry :')
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Izuku Midoriya was Quirkless. He was part of the 20% that didn't have a unique super power.
And to be honest, that kinda sucked sometimes.
"S...Stop, Kacchan! You're hurting him!"
That was one of the most iconic memories of Izuku's childhood. He remembered getting beat up while trying to defend someone helpless.
But that was okay.
Sometimes, people get hurt just so that other people can be safe. As long as a human soul was saved, getting hurt yourself wasn't so bad. That was Izuku's motto, anyway.
That unfortunately, didn't mean it didn't hurt.
"Ha! So stupid Deku wants to be a hero without a quirk? Pathetic!"
"That's him… apparently he's something called quirkless."
"Deku, you worthless wannabe! Let me show you what a real hero can do!"
Izuku got in trouble for things he didn't do, didn't say. But none of it mattered.
Until he was practically shot down by his idol.
Life just isn't fair, sometimes. We need to accept and adapt to this harsh reality, unfortunately.
And being powerless made it worse.
After All Might had told him he couldn't be a hero, Izuku was a broken person for a little while. It honest to goodness scared his mother a great deal. Luckily, something happened that snapped him out of it.
Izuku was walking home from school. He still felt numb, still felt sick of himself. But something changed.
A sharp little cry went up, and caused Izuku to jerk his head, staring. The cry had come from the direction of a dark alleyway, which honestly gave Izuku the creeps.
Still not fully self aware, Izuku wandered towards said creepy alleyway and peered in. What he saw caused his eyes to widen.
Two children sat desolately in the alley. One was a little boy with purple, curly hair and tired but wide eyes. The other was a little girl (she seemed significantly younger) with golden hair and pretty purple eyes that were full of tears.
"Shhh, Myrah, it's okay…" the purple haired boy said soothingly.
"B...but Toshi, t-they took B-Baka…" the little girl burst into a fresh wave of tears.
Something clicked back into place, then, and Izuku felt the fog leave his mind, letting the sun shine through. The two children's clothes were ragged and worn, and "Toshi" had a split upper lip.
"Hey, uh… excuse me? Are you two alright?" The words left Izuku's mouth before he thought much about them. But the reaction was instantaneous.
The boy scrambled to put himself between his sister and Izuku, and Myrah cried out for him to not.
"I-I promise I'm not here to hurt you!" Izuku stammered, half-raising his hands above his head.
The boy scoffed. "Yeah, like you could hurt us."
Myrah sniffled. "He looks nice, Toshi," she whispered.
"Nice? He looks like a weeb!"
"Can you let him talk please?" Myrah asked pleadingly. "My stomach's pinching again."
The boy sighed, grumbled something incomprehensible, then turned to Izuku.
"Who are you," he demanded. Loudly.
"I-I'm Izuku Midoriya… and you are…?"
"Hitoshi," the boy said shortly. "That's Myrah," he added, jerking his shoulder towards his sister.
"Now. What do you want?"
"I-I thought I heard someone crying, so I c-came to see who it was."
"He's telling the truth, Toshi," the little girl whispered again.
Hitoshi seemed to sag. "Well. Now you know who. You can leave now."
Izuku hesitated. Then, he got an idea.
"Wait here."
Then, he slipped out of the alley.
Hey! another story relatively quickly, but I thought I might as well get this out xD Here ya go, a Dadzuku fic. I'll try to reply to any reviews in here, but I might miss a few. Hope you guys enjoy!