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( I do not own boku no hero academia)
Dekus POV.
*beep,beep,beep*
"Ughhhhh..." Stupid alarm. Well at least its something that recognizes that I need help to sometimes,... unlike certain people.
I get up and start my morning routine, get dressed, brush teeth, ect. Finally, I go down stares and start my own breakfast.
You may be wondering 'why isn't your mom, dad, or guardian helping you? Are they dead?' The answer is no, they arnt dead. Well at least... my moms not. I dont know about my dad.
My mom is sitting in the living room... eating breakfast. As I walk in the kitchen I look to see if there is any leftover food, of course there isn't any. Like usual my mom completely ignored my existance.
After eating I start walking to school. A place where everyone strives to be a hero... except me.
Society is messed up, people define eachother by titles. Hero, or Villan. Heros go around mindlessly beating up villains to the point of near death, all for the game and money. When on T.V they act selfless, but when they see a kid on the streets who only wants someone to tell him he can achieve his dreams, they ignore it. Even if the kid is homeless or starving. In a few words they're a bunch of hypocrites.
On the other hand Villans, who have most of the time been rejected by society, only seek revenge. They believe that if the world was run their way everything would be fine and dandy. But in Reality they are just people, people who were to weak to stand up to their issues.
Heros have the right ideals but the wrong people, While Villans have the right people and the wrong ideals.
Then there is me. Someone who aspires to be a vigilante. The people who have the right ideals and people, with the 'wrong method'.
I look up and realize that I'm at school. I simply walk to class, sit down and stare out the window. I'm a genius. Litterly. I have an IQ of 159, insane comprehension skills, and knack for learning quickly Because of this there is no reason for me to be sitting here, being ignored, in a 7th grade classroom...
Except for the fact that I'm 'disabled'.
I'm quirkless. An outcast to society. Weak. That's what everyone thinks at least. They also think that I'm so utterly useless that they shouldn't even waste their time glancing at me.
After math we have Japanese history, an elective ( mine happens to be computer programming) and then PE. While everyone else goes to the basketball court with the coach, I go to the gym. No o e plays enough attention to realize im missing. I set a timer for 45 minutes, and get at it. I start with stretching and move on to more complex stuff slowly.
I have slightly above average physical abilitys for a 13 year old. I train so that I can reach my goal... to be the thin grey line that is the middle of society.
Once my timer goes off I start heading to the stares at the back of the school. The other kids have lunch right now I never eat at school though.
I sit down on the stairs and start analyzing heros. I watch their battles that are on the news while I write information on both heros and villans in my notebooks. AllMight... he never let's Villans get on his left side during battles, he prefers to end battles quickly, and is only ever out for around 6 hour a day.
This leads me to assume that AllMight has some sort of injury on the left side of his stomach based on his movements in battle. The next thing is that his quirk dose have some limit. A limit that has been decreasing rapidly ever since AllMight took a week off 9 years ago.
I believe that AllMight has an enhancing quirk, one that enhances all of his physical abilitys. This power is on a timer, a timer that has been effected by his injury. So... either his injury is getting worse or he is pushing himself to hard and lowering his limit by doing so.
... AllMight is slowly dieing.
That's bad, not because he is the number one hero, but because all of the civilian and hero society rely on him. Citizens could be attacked at any moment by someone with a quirk that could kill in seconds. But they aren't scared because they put so much faith in AllMight and the fact that he is 'invincible'.
Heros dont panic in bad situations because they know AllMight will show up as a last resort. It causes them to slack off.
If AllMight dies...
* riiiinnngg*
That's the bell. I go to my English class for the last two hours of the school day, while there I simply take notes on the nonverbal behavior of my classmates. Two of them are sweating, one is constantly taping their fingers, three are spacing out, and one looks completely lost. Two are looking attentively at the board, three are taking notes, one is chewing on a pencil.
This goes on for the rest of the day with different people and different habits. I am now walking home and listening to a podcast of the local news.
On my way home I stop at a sweets shop... red velvet cake is the best.
I get home, change, get my bo staff and start training. After some light stretching I start flipping and maneuvering the staff through my hands. This goes on for another 30 minutes while I slowly start picking up the speed. Next, I start adding actual fighting movements in to the mix.
* That is gonna be where we leave the first chapter off. Sorry that this seemed really dragged out. I'll try and get another chapter out tomorrow, especially since this is more of a prologue. Peace, thx for reading*