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Izuku as long as he could remember his world never felt complete, like something was missing but he could never pin point on what's different. To anyone izuku seemed normal, yeah maybe quirkless but nothing seems weird, his hair was green ...
Oh.. that's what's missing from his world. Everyone told him that his eyes and hair were both green but to his every time he seen himself in mirrors, he was just so dull
Everything for izuku was dull, like a really old black and white movie. Didn't help the fact that he was quirkless so when he was in kindergarten he was constantly mocked, when they were learning about colours, he would just keep as quiet as possible hoping that the teacher wouldn't pick him. Don't get him wrong miss Hiroyama was one of the sweetest teachers he had but izuku didn't know if he could handle another teasing for not knowing his colours. Yeah because it was definitely his fault for not knowing them if he could only see dull, washed out gray, black and white.
And sure his mother definitely noticed, but she didn't have enough money and doctor visits for a quirkless child were extremely overpriced in izukus opinion.
His mother had to pick up shifts at the hospital to support him, so Izuku had to walk from kindergarten home alone at first Hiroyama wouldn't let him walk alone but after time and maybe convincing on Izuku's part that he's gonna be alright she let him walk home alone.
In middle school the bullying about his grayish world and no colours subsided, but he was quirkless don't forget that fact because his bullies certainly didn't forget that fact at all. They made his day worse and worse by the day. Especially Katsuki, fucking, Bakugo. His childhood friend now turned bully, his once other side, they used to complete eachother's sentences. Now.. Izuku tries to disappear whenever Katsuki enters a room, you never know what will piss off 'the great Katsuki Bakugo, the future number 1 hero. Ever since izuku got his diagnosis, Katsuski turned his back to him, treating him like a rug beneath his feet.
So there izuku was sitting on the rooftop, his hair soaked with milk that no other that kacchan had poured over his head. His feet were dangling off the edge, he wasn't planning on jumping. After some time he heard something land behind and then he felt something wrap around him but Izuku was too far gone deep into his thoughts so he didn't even notice the figure sitting next to him and began talking in that gruff yet soft voice that played a background noise into izukus thoughts.
“Hey there kiddo, you with me?” the voice and a light tap on his cheek had Izuku coming back to reality, the reality that he was sitting closer to the edge wrapped in some kind of bland scarf like material. It took him longer then it should to look at where was the scarf coming from and even longer to realize that the voice was coming from the one and only ERASER HEAD. His favorite hero. The man next to him was the Eraser Head.
Izuku was a muttering mess by now and Aizawa didn't know what to do, first he was non responsive and now this? Aizawa was never good with kids that's more nemuri or Hizashi's thing, but a possible suicidal kid his hopes of helping the kid down just shrinked 10 times
"Breathe kiddo" Eraser head said but it wasn't full with the anger he usually heard it from others when he started to ramble so Izuku tried and slowly he regained his breath and Izuku looked at Eraser Head and his eyes were full with admiration and were those stars..?
When the kid calmed down, Aizawa slowly helped the kid down from the ledge while the kid kept insisting that he wasn't on planning to jump. Few safe meters away from the ledge Aizawa unraveled the binding cloth from the teens torso and then he gently helped him on the ground. Now Izuku had the chance to fully look at the underground hero and for once his world seemed normal his costume was mostly black and mostly ripped sleeves and the only color he couldn't of course was the colors of his goggles, which was this pale gray this to Izuku.
This time it was Izuku to break the silence "Your goggles are they yellow..?" Aizawa looked at him and nodded, Izuku waited a bit before continuing "they are gray to me, everything is." Izuku pulled his knees to his chest "I mean people always say my hair is green but it always been just colourless mess." Izuku finished and looked up at Aizawa, he was expecting to see disgust or anger, maybe to tell him that he was making it up but he didn't see any of that in the underground hero, he saw something too understanding in his eyes.