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Izuku was a happy 3 year old how loved his family. He loved his dad how would give him piggy back rides and play heroes with him and he loved his mom how’s smil could light up a room. Izuku loved his family.
That why he was going to help mom with dinner to night as dad wasn’t home yet.
“MOM can I cut the vegetables please!”
“ yes my little star but please be careful” mom gave him some carrots and he got out the cutting board and a step stole. Mom got him a small knife and he started cutting carefully. “OWW” he yelp,t. He had cut his finger while he was distracted and was now crying seeing so much blood (for a 3 year old it was a lot)
“Ow sweetie let me see” his mom grabbed his little hand and inspected the cut and to her surprise I started closing up on its own.
Izuku was confused as the pain slowly disappeared and looked up to his mom still tears running down his face, his mom face looked horrified and he got scared.
His mom grab his hand and dragged him to the living room and let go and started looking for something?
“Mom w what is g going on?!” His mom didn’t stop looking until se found the sowing kit? She opened it and grabbed a sowing needle( why? He didn’t need his clothes repaired? Why the needle? )
“ star can you give me your hand mamma need to check something.”
He did and with out warning his mom poked his finger with the needle! “Oww mom that HURT!”
Mom didn’t answer but just kept looking at his hand… and then she looked horrified again. (What is wrong? What’s going on? Is something wrong with him?)
Like mom knew what he was thinking she started talking.
“No star nothing is… wrong with you but”
“BUT?” Izuku was scared now and on the verge of tears, he could understand?
“Star do you remember when we talked about quirks”
His eyes litt up like stars and he nodded enthusiastically.
“YEY you said I will get one soon since I’m almost 4… and it would be like yours or daddy‘s ?”
Mom looked a bit hesitant and grabbed his shoulder and guided him to the couch.
“ I think you got a little bit of a different quirk star” now he was confused he had a quirk WHEN and it wasn’t momma or daddy’s then what?
“Look at your finger my little star, does it hurt” Izuku looked down to his finger his mom had pricked with the sewing needle and gasped, it was healed.
he looked at his mom with shocked but excited eyes “is this my QUICK!” He said basically screaming in excitement. But his mom just looked more worried, he couldn’t understand why? This was god… wasn’t it.
“Star it…you can’t tell anyone not even you father”
Now izuku was definitely confused. Wasn’t it a good thing? Everyone said it was so why? “Mom I don’t understand…it’s my quirk shouldn’t dad know”
“NO! You can’t tell ANYONE!!” Now izuku was scared and holding back tears, his mom never yelled. Was she mad…was she mad at HIM?
“baby ,star, look at me we…you have to keep this a secret.”
“WHY?!” He shouted at her.
“To keep yo…no to keep US safe, izuku you quirk if anyone found out even your father yo…we would be in danger ok. So you can’t tell anyone not you’re friends, not your teacher’s and NOT your father ok do you understand?”
Izuku didn’t understand but he trusted his mom and he wanted to keep her safe so he nodded, his mom gave him a big hug and that went back to cooking dinner. When dad came home they ate like normal, and life went on.
Days past and people in his kindergarten started getting there quirk’s even Kacchan( his was the coolest he definitely be an amazing hero) but then one day a few months after his fourth birthday his mom took him to this sketchy hospital building.
“Mom why are we here?”
Mom didn’t answer as they went inside and sat down in what he Thought was a waiting room? It looked dirty and broken down. The walls had cracks, and the chairs are squeaky and uncomfortable but mom acted like it was a completely normal hospital visit. “Midoryia izuku ?” A doctor said in the doorway leading back in the building. “Yes come now izuku” his mom said, grabbing his little hand and dragging him off into the doorway where the doctor stood. They walked down a corridor after the doctor into a little room, which he presumed the doctors office.
“So you want me to get you papers that this little guy is quirkless?” He asked mom
“Yes I have the money” she said, pulling out an envelope. (what’s going on? Why did you need papers? Izuku wasn’t even quirkless?) izuku looked at his mom with confusion written all over his face. His mother notices and looks down at him.
“Star remember what I told you right?” She asked looking at him. Of course he remembers ,so this was just so nobody knew about izuku’s quick?
He nodded slowly and his mom looked a little relieved. “Ok misses Midoriya her are the papers they will also be updated online so there’s no need to worry.” The doctor said with a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His mom took the papers and put them in their purse. They think the doctor and his mom took him to go home to get ice cream on the way so izuku was happy.
That night he hid in his room as his mom and dad were yelling at each other. He could only catch a few words like, HOW or USELESS. The next day dad was gone and he never came back. Mom never told me the reason, but I knew. Izuku to everyone else was quirkless(useless) and he slowly started to learn a quirk is what made you human and without one…he was less then human. At first his friends, they started calling him mean things like deku (useless) but then the teachers giving him bad grades on tested good at or blaming him for starting fights when I was the kids who were bullying him? He didn’t understand he was still human and it wasn’t his fault… right? Started acting weird too. People in the neighborhood would stare and whisper behind their backs. some would say things like (I feel so sorry for the mother to have that as her son or people like that should exist anymore they’re just a waste of space!) as the years went on the treatment from his “friends” and teachers, got worse to the point where he would come home with bad grades and tested good at and bruises and scrapes all over ,even his “best friend” kacchan would use his quirk on him and… it really hurt. Everyone said he could never be a hero that his dream was wrong and that hurt more than any burn could. But his mom, she was so kind telling him that he could do anything he wanted to that quirk’s was just tools and that he could figure out a way to be his own hero. So we started studying other heroes at first it wasn’t really good. He just wrote down what he saw and what he thought they could do but over the years he got really good. He could look at somebody and theorize about what their power was how they could use it and what their weaknesses was and only a few minutes. His mom used to say that was his biggest power. But he still couldn’t understand why he could just tell people that he had a quirk. Over the years, he learned a lot about his power. That he could not heal other people and could choose how fast he would heal himself sometimes he couldn’t heal himself right away at school or people who get suspicious so he would wait until he got home to heal himself and healing made him tired and hungry.
When he was eight years old, he had a fight with his mom telling him how hard his life was and if he could just tell people he had a quirk, then people wouldn’t be so mean. His mom looked scared, but also understanding in her eyes. Three days later, she sat izuku down in front of the TV and play the news. On the news with his story about a four year-old little boy, whose quirk was very similar to his own. It was a minor healing quirk that could heal scrapes and bruises, and the news man said that he was kidnapped for three months and then he was found dead on the street. She looked up at his mom with tears in his eyes, he finally understood if people knew that he would be hurt HIS MOM could be hurt and he didn’t want that. He wanted to protect his mom so he promised again that he would never tell anyone.
That your mom took him out of school and put him in online classes, which izuku enjoyed a lot and over a month he got better scores than he had ever gotten in school. He was bumped up a few grades and even took extracurriculars in analytics and hacking( started as coding class but it evolved into hacking)
By 10 years old, he was doing high school level classes and a lot of hacking and coding on the side. He still did analytic, but as a hobby.
A few months before his 11th birthday the slug villain attack happened and he was saved by ALL MIGHT (omg ALL MIGHT he is so cool I have to ask him, wait, is he leaving? No no no I haven’t asks him yet) so izuku grabbed on to his leg to stop him and before he knew it, he was in the air. They landed on the rooftop when ALL MIGHT noticed, he was hanging on.
“ That was very reckless my boy, but I have to leave now”
“NO WAIT! Please I have a question!?”
“Ok be quick, my boy” he said, sounding a little stressed?
“ Can someone without a quirk still be a hero?” he asked, closing his eye, hoping with all his heart, but nothing really goes his way in life does it?
ALL MIGHT reveals his secret and tells him no and that he should think more realistically like all the other adults and bullies said were they right?
He was left on the roof thinking about what he said, but then the voice of his mom came into his head( you can do anything my little star)
He left that day slowly walking home. It wasn’t until later on news that he noticed that he’s ex best friend also caught up in the attack and saved by ALL MIGHT.
You thought things would get better that someday he would be hero, but life just kept throwing things on him because two weeks later he got the worst news of his life.
There was a knock at his door, his mom wasn’t home yet so he left his desk and went to open the door. Standing in the doorway, was somewhere with the cat head? (it was probably very quirk mutant type, maybe cat species did he have any other cat trait? Could you see better in the dark? Could you smell better? Was there colors he couldn’t see? Did his whole body have fur? Did he need to get groomed? ) izuku shook his head. He could think about this later. What was he doing at his door?
“ Can I help you?”
“ my name is Sansa I’m a police officer is your father at home?”
“ no he left for America when I was four, what’s this about? My mother isn’t home for a few hours.”
The officer Sansa looked sad? It was hard to tell since his head was a cat, but he assumed that’s when he looked like.
“ could I come in, please?”
“ sure” izuku said, stepping aside, so the officer could pass.
The officer sat down in the armchair in the living room and izuku sat down on the couch. He was getting nervous police officer didn’t normally come to somebody’s house at least not with good news.
“ I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this” Sansa said, and now izuku was really getting nervous. (What? Why? I don’t understand?)
“ There was a villain attack, and your mother was caught in it. She didn’t make it.”
At those words izuku world crumbled under him. Everything around him went quiet he could only hear a ringing in his ears. He knew that the officer was still talking, but he couldn’t make out the words. His mom was dead. That can’t be. She was just at work. They were gonna have katsudon for dinner. It all passed in a blur. The officer left saying he had to make a few phone calls and he would be in touch. Izuku what’s left sitting on the couch he didn’t understand. How could he? His mom was his whole world and now she was just gone.
The next few days also felt like a blur. His dad had come home from America for the funeral. He had told the officer he would take care of izuku but when they were home alone, he told him that he would send money every month that he should just stay in the apartment and then he left back to America. Izuku didn’t mind it was better than going into foster care. And he will get to stay in the home. He grew up with mom that made him happy. His personality alone in their apartment, Izuku broke down his tears wouldn’t stop. He could barely breathe. He’s passed out after a few hours of crying in his bed, holding one of his mom’s old shirts.
His only support the only person who believed in him his whole world was gone, and he was alone… all… alone.