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Sometimes life wasn't fair- Ok, well, most the time. Well, no, it just wasn't fair at all. Sometimes you were born with an extra toe joint that defined you as quirkless, and got bullied for years- looked down upon; Overlooked- and never understood. It makes you truly grow bitter, and exhausted just from existing.
Yes, Izuku Midoriya was dealt a bad hand in life. He knew that not every man was born equal. No, every man was born with a different hand, a different quirk that defined them. You had to fight for your place in this world and fight for some semblance of equality. He tried to speak up and demand his equality- to demand to be heard. Well, he tried to, he really did. But he got beaten down and squashed into the dirt he walked upon.
He remembered the day his fate was sealed. He was maybe 4, maybe 5 at the time...
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He and his mother waited in the reception room. He was so excited to get his quirk or find out when he'd get it! His mom was really worried since he started talking to his new friends, he would play with them at the park. But they seemed to never be able to leave, he doesn't even think they went to the schools around the area....
One time he brought home an injured kitten, but his mom simply laughed it off like he was playing veterinarian. But he wasn't! The kitten was really hurt! He cried all day when his mother wouldn't help him save the kitty. And when he woke up, the kitty was gone leaving an old red collar with a bell.
The doctor walked in and asked to speak with his mother alone, so he got up and waited outside. He saw another little boy with wild blue hair, he seemed sad for some reason...
"Hi, I'm Izuku! What's your name?"
He seemed surprised he was talking to him, 'Y-you can see me?'
He nodded.
'A-and hear me?'
"Haha, of course, I can? Why wouldn't I be able to?"
Before he could speak, his mother called him into the room, he turned to say bye to the boy, but he was gone... well that's rude.
"So it looks to me like, he will not be developing a quirk... this extra toe joint will make it impossible. I'm sorry Mrs. Midoriya..."
He heard a quiet voice, 'he's lying!'
He turned around abruptly, what?
Shortly after that, he was given medications for what his doctor presumed was schizophrenia, after that, he never saw his friends again. The shadows became darker- and the voices became violent...
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The school was probably among the worst places on the earth. He hated school, well he loved learning, but the whole idea of being in a class amongst his tormentors was horrible. He hated how he would jump at his own shadow most days, out of fear of another beating. And for what? To tell them, to confirm what everyone had told him! That he couldn't be a hero! That a quirkless kid, couldn't be a hero, couldn't save anyone! Because of how weak he was?
His eyes barely held any light anymore, there wasn't much of a point in trying to stay cheery anymore. He only ever tried when he saw his mother. When she ever came back from the office or a business trip. He was often left home alone. Not because this mother wanted to leave him, no, she loved him dearly. But she had to go where work was. As a single mother, she needed to support him. Izuku understood this, he didn't mind. It was fine, he was fine. He had his hero analysis to keep him busy. But honestly, he began to grow tired of it. He wrote pages upon pages about amazing heroes and their quirks. Knowing damn well he'd never be a part of that world.
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The next day on his way to school, Izuku was already running late. He had missed his dose of medication that morning, so things were just peachy. If he didn't take his meds things got a little weird. He often heard voices from alleyways beckoning him, or saw shadows that reached out for him. So he always made sure to take the meds to keep the shadows away.
Today he needed to go in another way, or else Kac- Bakugou, would try to harass him before school. He usually waited up from for him to walking, then corner him in a stairwell. Not today, asshole, not in the mood for his shitty mood swings today. So he went around back, near the dumpsters. Before he could enter through the back door, he found an old flier. It was of a little girl no older than 7, with pink hair and bright silver eyes. He went ahead and folded it neatly and placed it into his jacket pocket.
He was able to slip through to find the extra shoes he hid behind the gym storage room. Slipping them on, he made his way to the stairwell that was usually abandoned. Any day was a bad day for Izuku, but today he felt it in his core that today was gonna fuck him over. So he wasn't really gonna take many chances today. He could already hear whispering in his ears, he wasn't looking forward to this at all...