Izuku sat at the far end of the classroom, his nose buried in his notebook. He had filled it with detailed notes about various heroes and their quirks, meticulously analyzing their strengths and weaknesses. It was his way of coping, of holding onto his dream despite everything. Today, he was focused on All Might, trying to piece together the mystery of his quirk.
"All Might's quirk... it must be something incredible,"
Izuku muttered to himself, scribbling furiously.
"But what is it exactly?"
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Katsumi and Izumi approaching.
Katsumi:Hey, Deku
Katsumi's voice broke the silence, laced with a mix of amusement and cruelty.
Izuku flinched, looking up to see Katsumi towering over him. Izumi stood beside her, arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
Izuku:K-Kaachan, Izumi... what do you want?
Izuku asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Katsumi's eyes gleamed with a predatory light.
Katsumi:Just checking on my property
she said, her tone mocking.
Katsumi:What are you scribbling in that stupid notebook of yours?
Izuku swallowed hard, clutching his notebook tightly.
Izuku:Just... just some notes on heroes and their quirks.
Izumi snorted.
Izumi:You really think that stuff is going to help you? You're quirkless, remember?
Izuku's heart sank, but he forced himself to respond.
Izuku: i-I know, but... it helps me learn. It keeps me focused on my goal.
Katsumi rolled her eyes.
Katsumi:Your goal? You mean that ridiculous dream of becoming a hero? Give it up, Deku. You'll never be a hero.
Izuku's grip tightened on his notebook.
Izuku:I... I can't give up. It's my dream.
Izumi leaned in closer, her smirk widening.
Izumi:Your dream is a joke, Izuku. Everyone knows it. Even you should know it by now.
Katsumi laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the classroom.
Katsumi:You're lucky I haven't let anyone else bully you. But don't get any ideas. You're still mine, Deku.
Izuku's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and determination.
Izuku:Why... why do you even care? Why do you keep me around?
Katsumi's smile turned cold.
Katsumi:Because it's fun to watch you struggle. You're like a little toy, always trying so hard but never getting anywhere.
Izuku felt a lump form in his throat.
Izuku:That's... that's cruel.
Katsumi:Welcome to reality, Deku
Katsumi sneered.
Katsumi:No one cares about your dreams. No one cares about you.
Izuku's vision blurred with tears, but he refused to let them fall.
Izuku:I... I care. And I won't give up.
Izumi shook her head, her expression almost pitying.
Izumi:You're delusional, Izuku. You'll never make it. You don't have what it takes.
Katsumi leaned in, her face inches from his.
Katsumi:Face it, Deku. You're destined to be a nobody. A quirkless loser. Accept it.
Izuku's hands trembled, his knuckles white from gripping his notebook.
Izuku:I... I can't accept that. I have to try.
Katsumi's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
Katsumi:Then keep trying, Deku. Keep failing. It just makes it more entertaining for me.
Izumi laughed softly, the sound sending chills down Izuku's spine.
Izumi:yeah, keep dreaming, little brother. We'll be watching you fall, every step of the way. And if you want a quirk so badly why don't you take a swan dive off the roof and pray you get a quirk in you're next life
Izuku's heart ached with the weight of their words, but he refused to let them see him break.
Izuku:One day... one day I'll prove you all wrong.
Katsumi straightened up, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
Katsumi:Good luck with that, Deku. You'll need it.
As they walked away, Izuku felt a tear slip down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, his resolve hardening. He returned to his notebook, trying to focus on his notes, but their words echoed in his mind, gnawing at his spirit.
He couldn't shake the feeling of hopelessness that had taken root in his heart. The dream that once burned so brightly now seemed like a distant, unreachable star. But even as doubt clouded his mind, a small part of him clung to hope. He had to keep trying, no matter how impossible it seemed.
Izuku glanced at the calendar on the wall, counting down the years until the UA Academy entrance exams. It was his chance, his one shot at proving everyone wrong. But the weight of their disdain and the constant ridicule made it feel like an insurmountable mountain.
He closed his notebook, staring at the cover with a mix of determination and despair. "I'll show them," he whispered to himself. "I have to."
But deep down, he wondered if he was just fooling himself. If his dream was nothing more than a cruel illusion. As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Izuku gathered his things and stood up, his legs feeling heavy. He walked out of the classroom, head down, avoiding the sneers and whispers of his classmates.
"Look at him, still chasing that stupid dream,"
one student muttered.
"Pathetic,"
another added, laughing.
Izuku kept walking, his heart heavy. He couldn't let their words break him, but each day it became harder to hold onto hope. As he made his way home, he glanced up at the sky, the weight of his burden pressing down on him.
He had to keep going, even if the path ahead seemed impossibly difficult. He had to prove them wrong, to show them that even a quirkless boy could become a hero. But as he reached his house, the doubts gnawed at his resolve, threatening to consume him.
Izuku opened the door, stepping into the cold, indifferent silence of his home. His parents barely glanced at him as he walked past, their lack of acknowledgment cutting deeper than any insult.
He entered his room, the familiar sight of his posters and action figures offering little comfort. He sat on his bed, staring at the All Might poster on the wall.
Izuku:I'll keep trying
he whispered, his voice trembling.
Izuku:No matter what.
It had been a few days since the incident where Izumi, his own sister, had cruelly suggested he end his life. The wound was still fresh in Izuku's heart, and with his and Izumi's birthday approaching, he knew the celebration would be for her alone. It was always her birthday, never theirs. Doubt about his dream of becoming a hero had taken root deep within him.
As he walked through the city, his mind raced. Only twenty percent of the world's population was without a quirk, most of whom were elderly, from an era where such discrimination was unheard of. But what about people like him? He was lucky his parents still clothed and fed him, unlike the countless quirkless children he had heard about, who were abandoned the moment their condition was discovered. Even those whose families tolerated their existence didn't live past thirteen, often taking their own lives out of despair.
Izuku found himself walking under a bridge, lost in thought. Suddenly, he heard a strange sloshing sound.
Izuku:What's going on? That sounds weird... Is someone there?
he mumbled to himself, his curiosity piqued.
The sound seemed to be coming from a manhole. Before he could react, a slime-like creature emerged, grabbing him with a viscous appendage.
Slime villain:This scrawny kid looks pathetic, but he'll do for now
the slime villain rasped, tightening its grip around Izuku.
Izuku screamed,
Izuku:HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!
Slime villain:Come on, kid, don't be like that. I only need your body to escape from All Might
the slime villain sneered, starting to suffocate him.
Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the tunnel.
All might:DON'T FEAR, FOR I AM HERE!
There was a powerful punching sound, and a gust of wind pressure blasted through the area, separating Izuku from the slime villain and sending him flying but unharmed.
"Isn't that Hisashi's son?"
All Might wondered aloud as he scooped the villain into a water bottle, sealing it securely.
All might:Thanks for the assist, young man. I will be on my way now
All Might said, turning to leave.
Izuku blinked, still processing what had just happened.
Izuku:All Might… it's really All Might
he whispered in awe. He couldn't let his idol leave without asking the question that had been burning in his heart.
He scrambled to his feet and grabbed All Might's arm.
Izuku:Hey, All Might, I want to ask you something!
All Might turned, a bit surprised.
All might:Hmm, okay. I still have a little time
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest.
Izuku:Is it possible for someone without a quirk to be a hero?
All Might's face softened, his smile fading slightly. He looked at Izuku with a mix of pity and regret.
All might:i'm sorry, but you cannot be a hero without a quirk. It's good to have dreams, but such dreams are unrealistic. How can you protect others without abilities? You could become a doctor or a police officer... I'm sorry.
He gave Izuku a reassuring pat on the shoulder before taking his leave, leaping away into the distance.
Izuku stood there, frozen. The words from his idol, his hero, hit him like a ton of bricks. The light in his eyes dimmed, and he felt his spirit shatter. The one person who had always inspired him to keep going had just told him his dream was impossible.
The weight of those words pressed down on him, and he felt a profound emptiness wash over him.
Izuku:No... No, this can't be happening
he whispered, tears streaming down his face.
Izuku:If All Might says I can't be a hero... then what hope do I have?
He felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under him, his legs giving way as he collapsed onto his knees. The bridge above him seemed to close in, casting long, dark shadows over his small, trembling form.
He clutched his chest, the pain of his shattered dream making it hard to breathe.
Izuku:All these years... all this time... was it all for nothing?
His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair.
Izuku's mind spiraled into darkness. Every cruel word, every mocking laugh, every time he was pushed down by Katsumi and her friends replayed in his head. His sister's betrayal, his parents' indifference, and now this... it was too much to bear.
He thought of the countless nights he spent studying heroes, the endless pages of notes he had filled with determination and hope. They felt meaningless now, just scribbles of a foolish boy who dared to dream.
Izuku:Why? Why did I even bother?
he cried out, his voice echoing through the empty tunnel.
Izuku:Why did I think I could ever be like All Might?
The tears flowed freely, mixing with the dirt and grime on his face. His hands trembled as he clutched his notebook to his chest, the only thing that still connected him to his dream.
All Might... you were my light, my hope. How can I go on if even you don't believe in me?
He wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, but he felt so small, so powerless. The world had crushed him, and there was nothing left. No fight, no hope, just a broken boy in a dark tunnel, clinging to the last remnants of a dream that had been torn to shreds.
As he sat there, consumed by his despair, he realized that the darkness in his heart was even more suffocating than the slime villain's grip. He felt utterly alone, abandoned by everyone he had ever looked up to.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, but Izuku didn't move. He didn't care anymore. Let them come, let them laugh, let them see the quirkless boy broken and defeated.
For the first time in his life, Izuku Midoriya felt truly hopeless. The light that had once burned so brightly within him was now extinguished, leaving only a hollow shell of the boy who had dreamed of becoming a hero.
The next day
It was early in the morning as Izuku walked into the living room, his heart heavy with a mix of hope and dread. He knew it was unlikely, but a small part of him still wished for a miracle.
Hisashi:Happy birthday, Izumi!
His father, Hisashi, exclaimed with a broad smile.
Inko:Happy birthday, my little princess!
Inko added, her voice filled with pride.
Izuku stood there, his eyes wide, waiting for his turn. But the words never came. He was invisible, a ghost in his own home.
Izuku:Where's my happy birthday..
he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper.
When his parents finally noticed him, the atmosphere grew cold and tense. His presence was an unwelcome intrusion. He knew he wasn't wanted, so he turned and left, his heart aching.
At school, it was no different. Katsumi, Bakugo, Shoto, and Shiori all surrounded Izumi, showering her with gifts and birthday wishes.
Katsumi:Happy birthday, Izumi!
Katsumi said, handing her a beautifully wrapped present.
Bakugo:Yeah, happy birthday!
Bakugo added, grinning.
Izuku stood on the sidelines, watching with hollow eyes. He received nothing but scorn and indifference.
Katsuki grabbed Izuku's shirt, his face twisted in a sneer.
Katsuki:You want some beating, Deku? What the hell is wrong with you?
Izuku looked up at him, his eyes dead inside. He felt like a shell of his former self.
Shoto:Is he deaf or what?
Shoto wondered aloud, his tone mocking.
Izuku:You want to blast me with explosions? You want to burn me, break me, or do whatever you want? I don't care anymore. In fact, kill me if you want, you've won I don't want to be a hero anymore you all were right
Izuku said, his voice lifeless and devoid of hope.
Katsuki and the others were taken aback by his words, their taunts momentarily silenced. But the moment passed they didn't even know what to say
Katsuki dropped him
Katsuki: let's leave I'm bored anyways
Katsumi and Shiori held a present in their hands meant for izuku but seeing the dead look In his eyes decided now wasn't the time
, Izuku was walking home, his mind a whirlwind of despair. Today was his and Izumi's birthday, but no one had wished him a happy birthday. It was the same routine of neglect and indifference.
As he approached his house, he heard a familiar voice.
All might:Young Midoriya, I've been hearing about how strong you are from your father
All Might said, his booming voice filled with admiration
Hisashi chimed in,
Hisashi:Her shockwave quirk could potentially be among the strongest.
Inko added with pride, "I'm so proud of her."
Izuku's heart twisted. They were talking about Izumi, of course. She had a pure heart, they said. It felt like a cruel joke.
All Might continued,
All might :I want to bestow you a quirk, my own quirk, the power of One For All.
Both Izuku and Izumi were stunned by his words. All Might began to explain how One For All worked, detailing its origins and the incredible power it bestowed upon its holder. He described the responsibility and the honor that came with it, emphasizing the need for a pure heart and unwavering courage.
Izumi was conflicted, her thoughts racing.
Izumi:Wouldn't Izuku need something like this?
she wondered silently. But when she looked at her parents and saw their pride and expectation, she felt a surge of pressure.
All might:Do you accept, young Midoriya?
All Might asked, his eyes full of hope.
Izuku's heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to scream, to beg All Might to reconsider, but his voice was trapped in his throat.
Izumi hesitated for a moment, then smiled.
Izuku:Of course I do.
Izuku:No... please... don't
Izuku whispered, his plea lost in the wind.
All might:Eat my hair, and you shall possess the power of One For All
All Might instructed, holding out a strand of his hair.
Izumi:Really, that's how it works?
Izumi asked, surprised.
All Might nodded with his signature smile. "This is a huge responsibility, Izumi," Hisashi advised, his tone serious.
Izumi:Okay, Dad
Izumi said, trusting her father. She took the hair and ate it, her body immediately reacting. Green sparks appeared across her skin, signaling the transfer of power.
Izuku watched, his heart shattering into a million pieces. He couldn't bear it anymore. Without a word, he turned and ran, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know where he was going, but anywhere was better than being in the same house as them.
He ran until his legs gave out, collapsing in an alleyway, gasping for breath. His body was bruised and battered from years of neglect and abuse, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the torment inside his heart. He clutched at his chest, feeling like he was falling apart.
Why... why can't I be enough?
he whispered to the empty air, his voice breaking.
Why am I always left behind?
His mind was a whirlwind of despair, and he felt like he was drowning in it. He looked up at the sky, searching for a glimmer of hope, but all he saw was darkness.
As he sat there, broken and alone he knew for the fact his dreams are completely and truly dead and there's nothing he could do
His sister again and stolen the spotlight and again ruined his life
But unfortunately even far worse date is instored for our protagonist