Izuku Midoriya sat in his middle school class. He was thinking of his plans. What can he do that some other guy with a quirk can't? The answer was nothing, he had nothing, and he'd known that his entire life.

The day the doctor told him he was quirkless was the worst day of his life. He wanted to die. The only reason he was still alive was because he still wanted to be a hero, to be remembered. His legacy will not be contributing to a statistic.

It was a pipe dream, a quirkless loser can't become a hero.

He idolized people who could become heroes, they could have what he desperately wanted. There was one person he admired more than any other, Katsuki Bakugo, or Kaachan.

They say he's a bully, but they just don't get it. His quirk influences him to be a little abrasive, sure, but Izuku knew he had the heart of a hero. Even when he didn't show it.

Class ended, another day closer to Kaachan going to U.A. and becoming the number one hero. Izuku could barely contain his excitement.

Kaachan, in all his generosity, visited him at his seat. "Hey, dipshit."

"Yes, Kaachan." The nicknames they had for each other just showed their bond.

"You still want to be a hero?"

"What, no." He lied on reflex.

"Then what's this?" Kaachan held up his notebook filled with hero notes. He liked gathering information on any hero he could find. Is that a crime?

"That's my notebook. Don't think about it, it means nothing."

"Oh, yeah this means nothing. If it's nothing then this should be fine." He exploded it with his quirk and threw it out an open window. "Now stop pretending you don't want to be a hero and just give up on your dreams." He left.

Kaachan was right, Izuku knew it was impossible but he was still holding onto that stupid dream.

He got his notebook from a koi pond, the cover was burned. This was the best possible outcome, now he'll have a souvenir from when he knew the number one hero as a kid.

Kaachan was going to become the number one hero. He had the best quirk, was creative in using it, and had enough confidence to apply to U.A., unlike Izuku.

He was walking along when it suddenly started raining, he didn't have an umbrella so he ran under an arch.

There was one other person there. It was a homeless man with multiple coats and a shopping cart filled with trash. His smile was haunting, it was missing several teeth. "Hey kid, are you also trying to escape the rain?"

"Yeah." Izuku tried to be as small as possible.

"Oh, did I scare you? I'm sorry, I've been told my appearance makes it hard to talk to me."

He didn't want to be rude now. "It's fine. Appearance doesn't matter when people with dog heads exist, right?"

"Heh, I suppose you're right kid. So what brought you down here?" He meant the neighborhood, it wasn't a place many kids find themselves in.

"It's where I live." After finding out he was quirkless, his father abandoned him. His mother has been struggling to make ends meet since. If only he had a quirk, then he'd be worthy of his love. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Eh, it's fine. I've met a lot of folks who don't like talking about how much their life sucks. You can say what you want if you have anything to get off your chest." This was a nice guy. He misjudged this dirty homeless man.

He had to know, "What's your quirk?" It had to be some kind of forced empathy or something. It's the only way someone can be nice to him.

"Oh." The man was disappointed. "I'm quirkless."

He was quirkless. The homeless man was nice to him for no reason and he was quirkless. "Ok, me too." He didn't know why he said that. It was stupid.

The man smiled and chuckled lightly. "I guess we're the same."

That was a step too far. Izuku, the same as a homeless guy? He was filled with rage and tried to leave but the rain was pouring. Going out there could kill him. He had to stew.

Stewing wasn't working, several minutes passed and he only got angrier. Was his destiny to be a homeless loser pushing around carts of trash? He couldn't end up like that, he would rather die.

"Kid, what's wrong? You've been pretty quiet." This guy is talking to him. He thinks him so low? He took a deep breath, he must keep his nerves in check. "Sorry for bothering y-" Izuku hit him in the head with a rock.

The homeless man was on the floor. Blood was coming out of his head at an alarming rate. He'll be dead in moments. Izuku turned and ran, then turned back around, picked up the rock, and kept going.

He killed a man, a quirkless man for slightly annoying him. He was sprinting, eventually making it home.

"Izuku, I thought you'd be home later because of the rain." His mother, bless her heart, was the one person who supported him. He wished he could be a better son.

"Sorry can't talk right now." He speed-walked to his room and locked the door.

He could finally breathe. He sat at his desk and put the rock on it. It was a broken piece of concrete, it was pointed, and the sharp part was covered in blood.

He was a murderer. His life was over. But the guy was quirkless, it's not like anybody would notice. All he had to do was get rid of the rock and forget it ever happened. He put it in his drawer before leaving his room. He had blood on his sleeve.

He made it to the entrance. His mother was in the way. "Izuku, what's going on?" She was worried, what was wrong with him?

"I'm going to take a bath."

"Are you sure? It looks like something is bothering you. You know you can tell me anything."

"It's the rain." Izuku lied. "I still feel it on my skin and I need to wash it off." He couldn't tell his mom the truth. She may support him, but she won't if he's a murderer.

She didn't believe him, but still let him get to the bathroom. It was a standard bathroom with a shower and tub. It was really small, though.

The bath was what he needed, it was cold, and it hurt. Just what he deserved for killing that guy. He needed more time to think. He let himself sink into the tub, his head going underwater. Is this the day he let himself drown? Maybe they'll put him in the best part of Hell.

He got out of the tub before he passed out. He dried himself and got in some pajamas. He was on autopilot until he went to bed.

Author's Note

Second story ever. This time with murder, FUN! My lawyers have advised me to say that was a joke.

What will happen to the homeless man's corpse? Will Izuku get caught? Will I use this cliche in the next chapter? Find out next time on The Quirkless Killer.