The doctor adjusted his glasses, his expression somber as he looked at the Midoriya family.
Doctor:I'm afraid the diagnosis is conclusive. Izuku Midoriya is quirkless.
Hisashi Midoriya, known to the world as Inferno, the number three pro hero in Japan, with his powerful fire-breathing quirk, stood there in disbelief. Next to him was his wife, Inko Midoriya, known as Teleka, wielding a formidable telekinesis quirk. Their twin daughter, Izumi, looked equally stunned.
Hisashi:That's not possible!
Hisashi roared, his voice echoing through the sterile room.
Hisashi:Me and my wife are among the strongest heroes out there. Our family line has never had this... disease called quirklessness.
Hisashi's anger filled the room, his eyes blazing with fury.
Hisashi:How is it possible? My own son, quirkless?
Izuku, tears streaming down his face, looked up at his father with a mixture of hope and fear. He had always wanted to be a hero, just like his parents.
Surely, he could still be a hero without a quirk, right?
He could still make his parents proud, right?
The doctor sighed, preparing to explain the science behind the diagnosis. "
Doctor:There's a theory about double-jointedness and the presence of an extra joint in the pinky toe, which is often found in quirkless individuals. Izuku exhibits these characteristics, which-
Hisashi:I don't care about your theories!
Hisashi interrupted, his harsh glare directed at Izuku. The young boy whimpered, the weight of his father's anger crushing his spirit.
Inko stepped in, trying to calm her husband.
Inko:Honey, please, calm down. What about Izumi? She should have a quirk, right?
Worry etched across her face, she clung to the hope that at least one of their children would have a quirk.
The doctor smiled reassuringly.
Doctor:izumi is a completely different case. From my assessment, she has a very powerful quirk called Shockwave. She can generate powerful shockwaves, ranging from small tremors to catastrophic blasts. With such a quirk, I have no doubt she could become the top four pro hero when she grows up.
Izumi:Yay! I have a powerful quirk, and I'll be the best hero in the world!
Izumi exclaimed, her voice filled with happiness.
Hisashi's expression softened as he looked at Izumi with pride.
Hisashi:At least one good thing came out of this
He said gruffly. But when he turned his gaze back to Izuku, it was filled with disgust.
Izuku forced a smile for his sister, but his heart ached. He looked down at his clenched fists.
Even though he was quirkless,
his family wouldn't hate him, right?
He could still be happy, right?
When the Midoriyas returned home, Hisashi announced,
Hisashi:Let's throw a celebration. This is wonderful news.
Inko:you're right
Inko agreed, hugging Izumi.
Inko:Izumi, I'm so proud of you.
Izumi:Of course! I made you guys proud. I'm the best hero ever!
Izumi boasted, her face beaming with pride.
Izuku's voice trembled as he spoke.
Izuku:What about me?
Hisashi's glare was cold and unfeeling.
Hisashi:You should know your place, Izuku. You're quirkless, which means you're basically useless.
Izuku's heart sank.
Izuku:B-but, Dad, I can still be a hero, right?
Hisashi:Don't call me Dad
Hisashi snapped.
Hisashi:tell me, boy, how do you plan to be a hero without a quirk? Do you want to disgrace yourself? Go to your room. I don't want to see you anywhere near us.
Izuku's vision blurred with tears. He turned to his mother and sister, hoping for some support, but Inko looked away, her face a mask of indifference. Izumi didn't even spare him a glance.
Izuku retreated to his room, his small frame shaking with sobs. The room seemed to close in around him as he cried, feeling the weight of his family's rejection. His dreams of becoming a hero, of making his parents proud, seemed to shatter into a million pieces.
Hisashi's words echoed in his mind, the disdain and anger burning like a brand on his soul.
Hisashi:You're quirkless, which means you're basically useless.
Izuku's tears soaked his pillow as he cried himself to sleep, the darkness of the room swallowing him whole.
A few days later
Izuku sat alone on the playground swing, his shoulders slumped and eyes filled with sadness. Beside him were his sister Izumi, Katsuki Bakugo, whom he called Kacchan, Katsuki's twin sister Katsumi, Shoto Todoroki, and Shoto's twin sister Shiori.
Katsuki grinned, his hands sparking.
Katsuki:Yeah, I got my quirk. I can create explosions from my sweat.
He demonstrated, causing several sparks to crackle in his palms.
Izumi:That's so cool!
Izumi exclaimed, stars shining in her eyes.
Katsumi rolled her eyes.
Katsumi:I can use my sweat to create flames too.
Her hands ignited, flames dancing around her fingers.
Shiori chimed in,
Shiori:I have a quirk called Frost Fire.
She held up her hand, blue flames flickering from her fingertips.
Shoto followed,
Shoto:Mine is Half Hot, Half Cold. I can release ice from one side of my body and flames from the other.
He demonstrated, ice forming on his left hand while fire blazed on his right.
Izumi grinned.
Izumi:I have a quirk called Shockwave. With all these quirks, we could be powerful heroes when we grow up.
Katsumi turned to Izuku.
Katsumi;What about you, Deku?
Izuku hesitated, looking down at the ground.
Izuku:I, uh... I... don't...
Katsuki:Spit it out, Deku! Come on, tell us your quirk!
Katsuki taunted, his grin widening.
Shiori and Shoto watched him curiously, while Izumi shifted uncomfortably beside him.
Izuku took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes.
Izuku:I don't have one.
The group fell silent, shock written on their faces.
Katsumi:How is that possible?
Katsumi yelled.
Katsuki sneered.
Katsuki:Seriously, Deku? No quirk? That's pathetic.
Shoto:You're just a loser
Shoto added coldly.
Shiori shook her head.
Shiori:How can you be a hero without a quirk?
Izumi, feeling the pressure, joined in.
Izumi:Yeah, Izuku. How do you think you can keep up with us?
Izuku's voice trembled as he tried to smile.
Izuku:But I could still be a hero, right? Like you guys... right?
Katsuki's laughter was harsh and mocking.
Katsuki:Idiot thinks he can be a hero without a quirk.
Shoto:You can't be serious
Shoto scoffed.
Shiori:You're just fooling yourself
Shiori added, her tone dismissive.
Izumi looked at him with disdain.
Izumi:You'll never be like us, Izuku.
Katsumi's anger flared, and she hurled a fireball at Izuku. He screamed in pain as it struck him, his skin searing from the heat.
Izuku:Ka... Kacchan, why?
Izuku's voice was a mix of shock and pain.
Katsumi:See? You did nothing against those flames. How would you fare against even stronger villains? How?
Katsumi kicked him in the stomach, making him cry out.
Katsumi:You would most likely die. Can't you see that?
she snarled, her eyes blazing with anger.
The others finally stepped in, pulling Katsumi back, but the damage was done. Izuku lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling from the pain and betrayal.
From that day on, everything changed. His friends, even his sister, began to slowly distance themselves from him. They no longer included him in their games or conversations. Instead, they ridiculed him, their words cutting deeper than any physical wound.
Katsuki:You're just a useless Deku
Katsuki would often say, sneering at him.
Shoto:You'll never be a hero
Shoto would add, his voice devoid of any warmth.
Shiori:hy don't you just give up?
Shiori would taunt, her eyes cold.
Even Izumi joined in, saying,
Izumi:You're an embarrassment to our family, Izuku.
Their words stung, but what hurt more was the way they began to use their quirks against him. Whenever Izuku tried to join in their hero games, they would attack him with their quirks, knocking him down and laughing at his pain.
Katsumi:See? You're nothing without a quirk
Katsumi would say, her flames licking at his skin.
"Give up, Deku," Katsuki would sneer, his explosions ringing in Izuku's ears.
Through it all, Izuku's parents did nothing. Hisashi would glare at him with disdain, and Inko would look away, unable to face her son. Izuku felt utterly alone, his dreams of becoming a hero fading with each passing day.
In his room, he cried himself to sleep, the weight of his family's rejection and his friends' betrayal crushing his spirit. The once bright and hopeful boy was slowly being broken by the harsh reality of his quirkless existence.
3 months later
Izuku's feet pounded against the forest floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears streamed down his face as he ran, the shouts and laughter of his "friends" and older sister echoing behind him. They were playing a twisted version of tag, using him to test their quirks in the most brutal way possible.
Katsuki:Come on, Deku! You can't run forever!
Katsuki's voice rang out, filled with sadistic glee.
Katsumi:Yeah, slowpoke! Let's see how you handle this!
Katsumi's voice was close, too close.
Izuku's heart raced as he pushed himself harder, dodging trees and leaping over roots. He could feel the heat of Katsuki's explosions and Katsumi's flames closing in on him.
Shoto:Izuku, stop running! This is just a game!
Shoto called out, his voice mocking.
Shiori:Yeah, a game you can't win!
Shiori added, her frost fire crackling ominously.
Izuku glanced back, his vision blurred by tears. He could see their grinning faces, their quirks ready to unleash more pain. His own sister, Izumi, was among them, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Izumi:Come on, Izuku! Just stop already! It's fun for us!
Izumi shouted, her voice filled with twisted joy.
Izuku tripped over a root, falling hard to the ground. He scrambled to get up, but Katsuki was already upon him.
Katsuki:Gotcha, Deku!
Katsuki sneered, his palm exploding just inches from Izuku's face. The force of the blast sent Izuku tumbling back, pain radiating through his body.
Izuku:Kacchan, please! Stop!
Izuku pleaded, his voice breaking.
Katsuki:Stop? Why would we stop?
Katsuki laughed, his eyes cold and merciless.
Katsuki:this is too much fun.
Katsumi stepped forward, her hands igniting with flames.
Katsumi:yeah, Deku. You should be grateful we're even including you in our games.
Izuku:Grateful? For this?
Izuku's voice was filled with desperation.
Shoto approached, a smirk on his face.
Shoto:Yeah, you're the perfect target. You can't fight back.
Shiori's blue flames flickered menacingly.
Shiori:t's not like you have a quirk to defend yourself.
Izumi stood beside them, her shockwaves vibrating the air.
Izumi:You're just a punching bag, Izuku. Face it.
Izuku struggled to his feet, his body aching.
Izuku:But... we're supposed to be friends...
Katsuki:Friends? With a quirkless loser like you?
Katsuki scoffed.
Katsuki:Get real, Deku.
Izuku's eyes filled with fresh tears.
Izuku:But I still want to be a hero...
Katsuki's laughter was harsh.
Katsuki:hero? You? Don't make me laugh. You're nothing but a quirkless Deku.
Katsumi's flames roared as she hurled a fireball at him.
Katsumi:You can't even defend yourself. How do you expect to save anyone?
Izuku barely dodged the fireball, the heat singing his skin.
Izuku:I... I don't know... but I'll find a way...
Shoto's ice shot out, freezing the ground around Izuku's feet.
Shoto:give up, Izuku. You're just going to get hurt.
Izumi's shockwave knocked him off his feet.
Izumi:Yeah, you're better off just quitting.
Izuku lay on the ground, his body battered and bruised. He looked up at his "friends" and sister, their faces filled with contempt and amusement.
Izuku:Please... just stop...
Katsuki stepped forward, his hand crackling with sparks.
Katsuki:Why should we? You're here to entertain us.
Izuku closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.
Izuku:I... I just want to be a hero...
Katsuki's explosion hit him square in the chest, sending him flying back. He hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of him. Pain seared through his body, but he forced himself to get up, to keep running.
Katsumi:Look at him, still trying to run
Katsumi sneered. "Pathetic."
Shoto's ice shot out again, tripping Izuku up.
Shoto:Just stay down, Izuku. You're not going to win.
Izumi's shockwave sent him sprawling once more.
Izumi:Yeah, you're just embarrassing yourself.
Izuku's tears fell freely as he struggled to his feet.
Izuku:... I won't give up...
Katsuki's laughter echoed in his ears.
Katsuki:Then we'll just keep knocking you down. Over and over again.
Izuku's vision blurred as he stumbled forward, his body screaming in protest. He could hear their laughter, their taunts, but he refused to stop. He had to keep running, to keep trying, even if it meant enduring this torture.
As he ran, the forest seemed to close in around him, the shadows deepening. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his legs feeling like lead. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
Katsuki:Come on, Deku! Keep running! We'll catch you eventually!
Katsuki's voice was a cruel promise.
Izuku stumbled home, his body covered in bruises and burns. His clothes were torn, his skin marred with cuts and scrapes. His legs trembled with each step, and blood trickled from a gash on his forehead. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, but he forced himself to move forward, one painful step at a time.
He opened the front door, barely able to lift his arms. Inside, his father, Hisashi, glanced up from the couch, a scowl forming on his face.
"You're late," Hisashi grunted, his voice filled with disdain.
Inko, busy in the kitchen, didn't even turn around.
Inko:Go clean yourself up, Izuku
she said flatly, her tone devoid of any warmth.
Izuku's heart sank further, the cold reception cutting deeper than any physical wound. "O-okay," he mumbled, dragging himself towards his room.
He reached his room, a small, cramped space at the end of the hallway. The walls were bare, peeling paint exposing the worn plaster underneath. A single window let in a sliver of light, casting long shadows across the floor. His bed, a thin mattress on a rickety frame, sat in the corner, covered in threadbare sheets. The only decorations were posters of heroes, especially All Might, that Izuku had painstakingly hung up. His action figures, worn from years of play, were lined up on a small shelf. He had thrown out the ones of his parents long ago, unable to bear the sight of them.
Izuku collapsed onto his bed, his body aching with every movement. He stared at the ceiling, his mind replaying the day's events. The pain, the taunts, the indifference of his parents-it all weighed heavily on him.
Why... why won't they see me?
he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face.
Why can't they just care?
At school, things were no better. Izuku walked the halls, his head down, trying to avoid the sneers and whispers of his classmates. The teachers treated him with thinly veiled contempt, their eyes cold and judgmental.
"Look, it's the quirkless wonder,"
one student sneered, loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"What's he even doing here?"
another added, their voice dripping with disdain.
"Probably just taking up space"
a third chimed in, their laughter echoing in the classroom.
Izuku tried to ignore them, focusing on his work, but the comments never stopped.
During class, the teacher glanced at Izuku with a look of disdain.
Teacher:Midoriya, why are you even here? You know you'll never make it in this world without a quirk.
Izuku:I... I'm trying my best
Izuku replied, his voice barely a whisper.
Teacher:Trying? Trying won't get you anywhere
the teacher snapped.
Teacher:You need a quirk to succeed, and you don't have one. You're wasting everyone's time.
Izuku's heart sank further.
Izuku:But... I can still study hard and-
Teacher:And what? Be a hero?
the teacher interrupted, laughing cruelly.
Teacher:You? A hero? Don't make me laugh. You're just setting yourself up for failure.
Izuku's spirit slowly broke under the constant barrage of negativity. His dreams of becoming a hero seemed more distant with each passing day. The weight of everyone's expectations and disdain crushed him, making it harder to hold on to hope.
After another long day, Izuku found himself back in his room, staring at his All Might poster.
Izuku:All Might... what would you do if you were me?
he whispered, his voice trembling.
Izuku:How would you keep going?
The room offered no answers, only the silent judgement of his own doubts. Izuku curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow tightly.
Izuku :have to keep trying... I have to...
But even as he said the words, a part of him wondered if it was all in vain. If his dream of becoming a hero was nothing more than a foolish fantasy. The pain, the loneliness, the constant rejection-it all felt too much to bear. Yet, somewhere deep inside, a tiny spark of hope refused to die, no matter how dim it had become.
