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"I want to be a hero!" Izuku bounced up and down. He was back in his five-year-old body.
The people in the room all made the same disgusted faces and started to leave.
“ You? A Deku will never be a hero! ” The little Kacchan yelled at him, over and over. Finally, it stopped. But before he could take a breath, Auntie and Uncle Mitsuki and Masaru were up next.
“You utter disgrace! Even me and Masaru were able to make a good quirk. Don’t you understand how much your parents gave up to raise you?!” Aunt Mitsuki rolled her eyes and started to walk away, Uncle Masaru following. His back was starting to fall apart. Or disappear?
After the Bakugou show, his own parents were next.
His mom’s eyes were boiling over with anger, his father’s mouth steaming, about to light someone on fire. Izuku felt his eyes tear up.
“YOU!” Inko slapped his cheek. “UNGRATEFUL!” She slapped more between each word. “BRAT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT I GAVE UP TO RAISE YOU?! I GAVE UP THE BEST COLLEGE IN TOKYO TO RAISE YOU!” Izuku was full-on sobbing now, but his torture wasn’t over yet.
His father’s eyes were hard set on him, Izuku looked up just in time for his father to blow out a puff of fire onto Izuku's cheek.
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He shot up in his sleeping bag, startling the homeless man that was checking if he was alive.
The man held out a small flashlight to his eyes.
"You okay kid?" A gruff voice came in the direction he imagined the man was standing.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he grabbed the knife he hid in his sleeping bag at all times.
"Back off." A new voice came to light. Not to Izuku, but to the homeless man, it wasn't a nice one.
"Leave now old man and you can escape with your life."
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"Back off. Leave now old man and you can escape with your life." A sinister voice crept up behind Eraserhead.
"And if I don't?" He turned around to just in time to see Dabi, an A-Rank villain.
"Then," A blue flame lit up in Dabi's hand. "I hope you can handle the heat."
"What's an A-Rank villain doing protecting a random homeless teen?”
“That’s a good question,” The fire in Dabi’s hand was starting to take shape, turning into a barrier around the boy. Must be another aspect of his quirk. It also burned a part of his clothing. Damn it! That was expensive to buy, let alone replace.
That’s when he activated his quirk and,
‘Huh? I used my quirk but the fire is still burning. Is that the kid’s quirk?’ He was cut off from his thoughts when he was almost hit by- A SWORD?! This is not looking good for him.
Like a good hero he called for backup, something was whispered between Dabi and the unknown boy.
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“Pack our shit and get the fuck out I’ll distract him.” “On it.”
Izuku got on the ground and started shoving things into their backpack’s, luckily there wasn’t a lot of things outside of the bags.
‘Huh? The sleeping bags won’t fit! Guess I’ll have to carry them in my hand.”
He looked up from the items to see that Eraserhead was unconscious.
“We have to go. He already called backup.” Izuku explained to Dabi. He only nodded in response.
“Where do you want to go?” Dabi picked up his own bag.
“Probably somewhere with less hero’s. Preferably.” “Makes sense. Did you pack our sweet’s?” “Never have them unpacked.” “True that. Doesn’t hurt to check though.”