This story is inspired by a fanfiction from Wattpad.
"All men are not born equal"
"Kacchan you made him cry! I won't...I won't let you make him cry anymore!" Said a five years old me asI stood in front of a crying boy who was gripping on his bruised arm. "If you continue like this, I won't forgive you!" I raise my fist and got in a stance.
"Useless Deku. Still trying to be a hero? You don't even have a quirk!" My friend Kacchan gave a mocking smile as he closed his eyes.
He slammed his fist into his open hand causing an explosion to occur from within it. His friends behind him unleashed their quirks. One unfurling dragon's wings and the other extending long thin fingers as they approached me. I tried to hold them back with all my might, to push them away and protect the other boy as he ran away. But I was overwhelmed and beaten.
"I learned that at the age of four"
I lay on the ground, staring at the sky, bruised and dirtied after Kacchan and his friends left a while ago. I was inpain, but ignore it as I sit up and wipe the tears before they could fall. Then I stood up and walk back home.
"Heroes don't do what Kacchan does, right? Heroes don't hurt people...right?"
Kacchan only gets worse, ever since that day I tried to help him when he fell off the log bridge. But, I really want to stay friends with him. He's so cool, smart and has a powerful quirk. Its like the teachers say, he'll be a great hero with his explosion quirk. But recently, I started to have doubts about that.
"But that sounded so very wrong. A quirk doesn't make a hero, right? All Might has a powerful quirk but he doesn't enjoy beating someone up. All Might has never attacked a civilian...All Might doesn't bully people...Heroes don't bully people to show how powerful they are. They don't do any of that...but the adults have never complained about Kacchan's behavior. If they see Kacchan being a good hero, then that's just true...right?"
I sighed as I sat on the bench, sorting through my thoughts. I'm now in middle school, but nothing has changed. I got beaten in the school's cafeteria, the students just form a crowd while the teachers do nothing to stop it. Some even watched for a couple seconds. My uniform was slightly messy, but not tattered due to Kacchan's beatings again. I would wonder why no one does anything about Kacchan's behavior. They know it's wrong but still encourage it. Hell, I even heard some students complaining about Kacchan.
"Why didn't they help? Am I just so worthless that they didn't care? Does no one care about a quirkless like me?"
One day, one freaking day, my whole world is shattered...in an instant.
While we were preparing dinner and waiting for Dad to come home after receiving a week break from his work in Europe, an unknown number called my Mom to inform her of an incident. Tears streamed down her eyes as she covers her mouth to hold a sob. I quickly ran to her side, seeing the state she was in.
"Mom! Mom, what happened?" I quickly asked as she hanged up the phone.
"I-Izu...it's your father. There was a villain attack. He...he and some others were...they were murdered..."
Just like that, I ran out of the house with Mom following me behind. We reached the hospital and I could never forget this. The pale looking corpse of my father with the blood all dried up and stitches around his face and body. Me and Mom cried next to him that night. Nobody had been able to save him and the others, not even the heroes.
The next day, some officers came to our house and explained to Mom what happened that day while she was being consoled by Kacchan's parents. I decided to listen to their conversation in my room. I could only keep quiet because I wasn't too sure of what to do with the information myself. I just really needed to know in the hopes that they had already brought that bastard responsible to justice.
"Who would kill my husband? And why?" Mom sobbed.
"Your husband is a victim of the carnal murderer known as Muscular" the officer said.
I've heard of him before thanks to my time surfing the hero forums for interesting villains and heroes. According to the information given in the hero forum, his real name is Goto Imasuji. He's a very sadistic, brutal man who uses his quirk to kill for the fun of it. The police kept talking about how Muscular was heading to an unknown direction, feeling bored when he saw my father and decided to kill him for his own entertainment. The heroes on the scene weren't strong enough to defeat him and decided to wait for a stronger hero. And as a result, some people including my father lost their lives. Unfortunately, they knew nothing of Muscular's whereabouts as he quickly evade the police and heroes.
The next few weeks of mourning and burial of my father flashed by so fast, The heroes who were present at the attack are in attendance. They've been attending the funerals of the casualties of Muscular's attack. I didn't know what to say. I don't think I could ever forgive them.
"Aren't heroes supposed to protect the people? Why would they leave Dad to die?"
I just lay on my bed quietly. I haven't been eating well for a week, haven't gone to school. The day my dream of being a hero died was the same day my father died. I felt hatred and anger over the man who murdered my father and the heroes that let it happen. Those...fucking heroes, they were placed on pedestals and worshipped like gods, showing off their quirks and yet when they're going tough situations, they just become scared and useless. They would leave people to die because they were too scared to risk their own lives to save them, then still get credit for helping later on. They don't care about anyone but themselves...like what Kac-no Bakugou does.
I hate villains as well, having such amazing quirks, but wasted it on villainy. Becoming deranged, thinking they can rule the world and use their quirks as they see fit because they're powerful. I know some people had a harsh life and become villains because of it, but that does not give them the right to hurt others. Becoming a villain for revenge against the person that harmed you is one thing, but going around choosing to kill people that had done you no wrong, that you have never meet in your life, but decided that they deserve to die for that same revenge is pretty fucked up.
I grit my teeth and clenched my fists in anger. "Heroes, villains. I will destroy them all, every single one of them. By doing so, society will be normal again, no one would ever get to see a pretentious smiling face acting like they were the symbol of justice or some great evil lord ever again. It would just be me, at the top by myself and every single motherfucking heroes and villains defeated at my feet. That I promise" I got up from my bed and left my room. I walked towards the living room where I saw Mom drinking her coffee.
"Mom" I said.
Mom look up and was surprised by the scowl on my face. "I-Izuku, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I want to learn self defense" I said bluntly.
She blinked. "U-Um, sure Izuku. But, why?"
"Isn't it obvious...I'm fucking quirkless, so at least I need the skills to protect myself, rather than being helpless and wait for some screw loose hero to save me"
"Izuku, mind your language" Mom scolded me, her eyes widen in surprise.
I shrugged. "It's doesn't matter. It's bound to happen sooner. It's just shows I'm growing up"
"I knew Katsuki would be a bad influence to you" she sighed.
I glared at her. "Don't mention that name in this house!" Mom and I both froze, our eyes widen at my sudden outburst. I had never gotten angry at my Mom before, at least never shown it. "Sorry about that..."
"I-I thought...you and Kat-"
"We were never friends. End of discussion. So can I learn self defense? Even if you don't have the money, I'll find another way. I just want to stop feeling useless"
Mom puts her hand on her cheek, still caught off guard by my outburst. "Well...we have some extra money since I've already been promoted. Izuku...If you really feel like its what you want...then I will support you without a doubt"
"Thank you" I said before walking back to my room. I turn on my computer and start researching different fighting styles that might be suitable for me.
"Wait for me heroes, villains, cause soon, chaos will befall upon you"