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In a world full of super natural abilities called "quirks" Izuku was one of the few people that didn't have one. But that's just what other's thought. And he believes it's better that it stays that way.
Because who would want a freak of nature criminal that committed a crime since the day he was born to walk around freely. OF COURSE no one would want that.
His mother said it was bullshit but she still hides behind that stupid lousy mask she made. But unlike hers his always appear every time he relaxes and acknowledge any type of pleasure he shouldn't be allowed to. It's annoying He doesn't feel better how much mom tells how I would feel fine and normal like others. He doesn't think it's fine.
The way ENA is born are kind of unexplainable and weird. They just appears unexpectedly to any species like someone who was just walking or relaxing ENA would just appear out of nowhere. There weren't any cases of ENA giving birth to another ENA other than a head, toes, hands and other organs.
But he was different he was born. With four types of colors from not his mom but both his parents. Hisashi aka his dad was ENA. His mom and him made Izuku. How he does not know. But when he was born he held him for more than 2 seconds and turned into a mannequin. Which is weird because how could ENA die after holding another ENA. That's just weird on a completely another level seriously HOW. Well yes ENA can in-fact turn into a mannequin when their death cycle comes but they'll turn back after some time passes but his dad has been in that form for more than a year. The Midoriyas who lives in an apartment complex in musutafu are just a normal mother and son. Who would think they ENA hiding and living behind mask. Of course no one again. With the sudden drops of ENA births since quirks started to show and already two hundred years after that he doubts there is someone who still knows about them. What he meant to say was in this day and age that's completely obsessed with heroes who's gonna believe someone saying a species as bizarre as they are exist. And on top of that the data from before the first quirk war is merely a few scraps and ENA haven't been seen in ages. If you have brain that halfly works you could understand just what he's thinking about. But it seems that its quit hard to come across someone like that in this planet. He's pretty sure the first hero or any civilian would think he’s crazy or out of my mind. Or anyone with a big enough ears for a proclaimed quirkless boy. But he can understand they have other more important stuffs to worry about than a pitiful lonely soul like him something that needs to be ordered around It's fine. He doesn't have to worry about that right now. That's right. All has to do right now is is get out of bed and wear that fucking mask before he thinks otherwise. He sighs as a mask materialize in front of him gliching it's surroundings as they float before him. All his sides hates it but there's nothing they could do about it. He puts it on with professional carefullness to not try and break it by "accident". He should have gotten used to it by now but can you blame him every time it covers not only his face but his irregular misshaped body and hair. Repainting his whole personality and colors it feels like being swallowed whole by a predator that he’s been running from for forever. It feels like surrendering after sacrificing many things. Like giving up and leaving behind all hard works that went to not giving up no matter what. But alas he should definitely start moving before he's late for school. Yay school!!! It's gonna be a long tiring day and he’s got a feeling that something will go wrong today. Let's just get out of bed first. And he just had to go and jinx it.