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Midoriya Izuku has always been…odd, whether it be due to his mumbling, his inability to sit still, the way he either makes no eye contact or stares directly into your soul without blinking…
Except…it’s more than just oddness.
Midoriya Izuku is autistic, he was diagnosed at seven years of age.
He also has ADHD and chronic pain.
He is disabled.
Yet for some fucking reason, the majority of people around him seem hellbent on never referring to him as disabled,
'Special Abilities'
'High-Functioning'
'Handicapped'
'Special Abilities'
or his least favorite of all
'Differently abled'
So he made a promise to himself, the next person to refer to him as 'differently abled' is going to get throat punched.
He’s heard all the different reasons people refuse to refer to him as disabled:
"Oh but Midoriya-" They say, "You’re in the support course at U.A, you’re Nedzu’s personal student, you can’t be disabled"
"You don’t look disabled" As if disability has a look.
"Look at xyz, their disabled, you’re just odd" Tell that to the doctors who diagnosed him.
"You’re not disabled, you’re high-functioning" He doesn’t feel very high-functioning when he’s having a meltdown because the sound of the electricity is too loud, or afterwards when he’s covered in bruises and bite marks and just so, so tired.
Because they refuse to see his struggles, how he’s been treated just for existing by people like he’s some criminal.
Maybe that’s why he’s such good friends with the eccentric, pink-haired inventor.
When Midoriya first meets the pink-haired inventor, it’s on Dagobah beach, he’s hiding in a little hut he’s made out of scrapes, why is he hiding?
Bakugou Katsuki.
That’s who.
So he’s hiding, holding his hands over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his breathing, eyes squeezed shut, because if Bakugou finds him, he would much rather not have to see him.
”What’cha doing there Greenie?" A feminine voice asks, and no! He does not jump and hit his head.
Thats a lie, he did.
Opening his eyes, he sees a mess of pink dreads, a girl around his age staring at him, grease and scraps littering her face,
"Oh, uhm, I’m just- here…?" He stutters,
"Alrighty! Do you wanna help me get some scraps?” Her eyes are staring into his, no matter how hard he tries to move his eyes somewhere else, she just follows them.
”Uhh, sure?”
He slowly pries himself from his hiding spot, still on edge just in case she’s part of some sick scheme of Bakugou.
"Greenie!"
That gets him to jump, only to be rather confused when nothing happens,
"What’s your name? Mines Hatsume Mei" her smile is almost blinding, and he can feel the sweat dripping down his face and it makes him want to scream.
"M-Midoriya Izuku"
"Alright Greenie! Let’s get to work"
And the rest is history.