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Izuku is 5 when the base crack forms, even if the young kid isn't aware of it.

As how could he? Mama had always taught him to treat others how you wanted to be treated and to never discriminate against someone for who they are. It’s not rocket science, why would you want to hurt others anyway when they’re not harming anyone? Izuku easily did what his mama told him. If his mama taught him this, it must be the way all the world works, because nobody wants to be treated bad so there was no reason to treat others around you bad.

It should be that simple? Izuku hoped it was.

Him and his mama are waiting for the doctor to come back out with the, hopefully, good news about his quirk.

Izuku wants to be a hero, like most kids of his age do. But what Izuku understands that most don’t at his age is that heroes are the ones to fight of the bad mean people, and Izuku wants everyone to be happy, as he wouldn’t want to be treated badly. He wanted people to come to him with their problems and happily stop the cause of their hurt. Just like mama said, treat others how you want to be treated, and Izuku is already treated like this by mama, Kacchan, a little of his dad. They all look out for him, so he might as well spread that helpful hand to others who need it!

Mama did always say he was too kind for his own good, whatever that meant. Being too kind? No such thing!

As the doctor stepped into the room, Izuku had to look up from his small place sat on the chair. The doctor didn’t look too well, almost green with sickness. Did he need some medicine? Well, he is a doctor as well as an adult, and adults always help, so Izuku is sure the man can help himself.

Mama had her eyes furrowed, like she could sense in the air that the doctor didn’t feel well. She was worried like every time she was for Izuku whenever he was sick.

“Miss Midoriya and Midoriya Izuku?” The doctor questioned, to which mama slowly nodded at the man, as if it was telling the doctor to share with the other two in the room to share his findings.
The Doctor sat down in his spinney-chair that Izuku may or may have not been dying to spin on, typing on his key-board.

“Well, the x-ray we did on Izuku’s foot shows the boy has an extra toe-joint” the big screen on the wall lit up as Izuku looked at the cool photo that they somehow got of his bones. So that’s what they look like? “and well, that says as much as it goes. I’m sure you know Miss Midoriya of what it means? But! As we evolve to the dawn of quirks and adapt to the quirks of our society, there is a very slim chance the boy could develop a qu…”

Izuku ends up tuning the doctor out as his mind goes down a rabbit hole of the photo of the bones. If that was just his foot, then what did the whole rest of his body look like!? There was so much Izuku wanted to know, the how’s, the why’s, the effects. Basically just how this was what is inside his body. How do they grow as he grows older? Do types of quirks maybe effect the persons bone structure? Maybe there was a quirk that could make someone easily see someone else's bones! Wouldn’t that be so cool? What would be the side effects of such a quirk? 

“Izuku, snap out of it. We’re going.” Mama shook his shoulder rougher than usual.

“Oh, sorry mama-” Before Izuku could even finish, Mama pulled him off the chair he was sitting on in the doctors room to his feet and almost roughly grabbed his hand and sped off out of the room.

“Thank you Doctor.” Mama uttered in what sounded like when she was stressed about where dad was at nearly 9 o’clock at night (Izuku was sure mama had lost track of time before scurrying Izuku off to bed) Usually, mama would let him stay a bit longer to ask the doctor some questions. Mama knew Izuku was constantly curious of how things worked. It was the first thing odd Izuku noticed.

The second odd thing Izuku noticed was how quiet mama was after that doctors visit, and he never learned why until it was too late. 

The car drive was quiet. Izuku had started rambling and asking questions- Izuku didn't really like silence when his mind was always to full with conversation he could be making with others. He would ask simple and normal things to be expected when him and mama were driving home. "Mama can we watch that hero movie when we get home?" "Mama, how do the x-rays works. They're so cool! Don't you think how its so cool that we can see photos like that?" "Mama is dad home?" "Mama what are we having for dinner tonight?" "Mama can I help you cook?" "Mama-"

"Izuku can't you just be quiet for once in your god-damn life? Gosh! Always so talkative..." Mama harshly remarked at Izuku. 

"Sorry ma-" "Izuku, I said be quiet!" 

Izuku didn't exactly know what this feeling was, but his chest hurt, his stomach felt too full and this throat burned. Maybe that was his sign that he should be quiet. Does he really talk a lot? He can't exactly ask anyone...That'll not be being quiet like mama said he should be. Mama is never wrong in what she says and tells Izuku. (Right?)

Maybe Izuku should stop talking for a bit...

~

When mama and Izuku got home, the door was slammed shut harshly that it made Izuku jump at the unexpected bang, without even giving the kid time, Mama declared "You, go to your room, out of the way." before instantly walking off into the home to find her husband, who probably wasn't home.  

Weird. Mama always helped Izuku take off his shoes, and he would insist that he could take them off himself but Mama being Mama would take them off for him anyway and then go get him a yogurt to drink as he watched his favourite Hero channel. A channel Mama called 'Age Appropriate for strong future heroes' as she ruffled his hair to start making dinner for everyone, by everyone Izuku meant mama and him. Dad was rarely here to enjoy Mama's amazing food. 

Izuku had decided that Mama was just giving him some more responsibility now, now that he was a whole big 5 years old. It took him 4 minutes to take his shoes off (Mama normally got them off in seconds for him) and wondered off to his room, that was in the same direction as where Mama went, his room is right next to his parents. Maybe he'll hear what's got her to be so different. Izuku was getting worried for her after all. She had never acted like this before! Izuku hopes Mama is okay.

Before Izuku got the chance to step into his room (after a long time attempting to open the door), he heard Mama an Dad talking in, what was probably supposed to be, a quiet tone so Izuku couldn't hear. But he could hear them. He was supposed to be quiet right now, so why not listen in? Mama hadn't said he wasn't allowed to. 

"Hisashi, what are we going to do?"

"Why are you asking me? That's you're son. I barley know the kid."

"But- Hisashi that's our son! I mean, I totally support.. those people- but why our son!?"

"Your son. I did not sign up for this..."

"Hisashi- don't leave-"

"Shut It! I am not dealing with that- that thing! For heaven's sake Inko- he's quirkless! Useless!"

Quirkless... oh. 

oh... 

Izuku wasn't stupid. He'd seen the headline before Mama had chance to change the news channel to a different heroics channel. Something about someone without a quirk not being here anymore because of mean people who didn't like the fact the person didn't have a quirk. Does this mean that Izuku is getting sent away? That's probably why Dad was so sad- he didn't want to lose Izuku. That's the only logical explanation for his dad being so angry right now.

Izuku quickly scurried into his room before Dad would come storming out of their bedroom with something rolling on the floor with him- to which Izuku doesn't know what it was, he didn't see- and Mama behind him asking him to not do this. Poor Dad. He was so sad that Izuku was going to be eventually sent away that he was leaving. Dad was always caring for Izuku and kind when Izuku did see him on his odd days off. 

That's what Izuku ended up telling himself for years on end until he stopped at age 12 with the lies he was attempting to cove up in this shitty life.

~*~

The second crack comes not so far off his first one. Afterall, it is a chain reaction of how he received all of this unneeded damage that could've easily been avoided. 

All of the other kids in his class don't really center around him, which he is almost thankful for. It's Kacchan they all center around, ever since his best friend had gotten what the other kids all say is 'a heroes quirk' and now they all want to be friends with his bestfriend. His! They had never bothered before- and yeah, Izuku is so amazed by Kacchan's quirk (which is literal explosions by the way!) but a quirk doesn't define someone. 

It's not much to ponder on, but Izuku has noticed Kacchan acting a little different. Like he doesn't thank people for compliments but just smirks at them. Also, he's not really hanging out with Izuku anymore. I mean, it's not like Kacchan was obligated to hang around Izuku all the time, but he used to when it was just them two... 

Kacchan had been sick for a whole week! That's actually why Izuku hasn't been able to tell him yet about what happened at the doctors office. Auntie said Kacchan was throwing up in the night and had a high fever (Izuku had heard the conversation from Mama's phone before she hung up and just continued with laundry) . Poor Kacchan! Izuku hopes he gets better soon. Izuku hates being sick, so Kacchan probably does to. It feels weird when you're being forced to give up the stuff in your stomach. Yuck! 

Only when Kacchan returns, Izuku has literally no time to talk to him at all! Kacchan having all his new friends around him- well its bound to happen, everyone was worried and wondered why he's been off for a long week. 

Izuku hates to admit it, but it was actually kind of peaceful when Kacchan wasn't here. Everyone wasn't crowded around one kid and raising their voices so Kacchan would hear them and speak to them. Izuku doesn't really like shouting, especially in the classroom as its a closed off space. The noise seems louder when they're inside. He like the playground more. He can just sit under the climbing frame and not be that bothered by others, not like he's trying to avoid anyone. 

If he was Kacchan with the heroic quirk and everyone shouting at him to answer them, he'd have probably cried and went to go hide in the darkest corner to get away from everyone. Kacchan must be so brave then, Kacchan was always better at handling things than Izuku. You know, because he's weak and everything. 

So when Kacchan comes to him at lunch to ask him the question Izuku had been trying to give Kacchan the answer to for a long time, its only quite overwhelming when everyone else also crowds around him as they follow Kacchan. So this is his time to talk- and make sure he doesn't over talk. Like Mama said. He doesn't want to go against Mama. 

"Izu! You never told me what the doctor's said you quirk was. Oh! Happy late Birthday as well I guess." Kacchan questioned in wonder and excitement for his friend. 

"Oh- um. Thanks. uh- the doctors said I won't.." Izuku's eyes flickered to everyone who's noise level had slightly lowered down. " that I won't get a quirk." Izuku finally finished. 

Kacchan didn't look all too bothered about the thought, unaffected. Izuku didn't pay attention to the other kids- just wanting Kacchan's reaction. Kacchan was his best friend after all, Izuku didn't really know the other kids in this class. They had always stuck to their own circles of 2s, 3s or 4s. 

"Oh, well-" "EW! MIDORIYA HAS GOT NO QUIRK!" A kid cut off Kacchan, and the other kids followed in synch with the comments. 

"How disgusting..."

"Is it contagious?"

"My mam said quirkless people are the lowest of people." 

"My dad said they're useless in our society- whatever society means." 

"He's a quirkless?" 

"Bakugo, you shouldn't hang around the quirkless- it'll stop you from being a hero!"

The last comment is when Kacchan's accepting demeanor changed into a snarl. Disgust. "What the heck Izuku- quirkless? That's...that's disgusting!"

Izuku's face completely dropped. "I...w-what-" "You heard me- uh- DEKU! yeah- Deku! Disgusting. W-Why don't you move and stop taking up space. Uh- Go away!" Kacchan stuttered in arrogance  with hints of uncertainty in his face, but uncertainty instantly washed away when the other kids started to joint in with him, expecting him to be the one leading this whole quirkist train. 

The pressure started to build up in Kacchan, heat rising in his body- in fact he was sweating buckets, as Izuku wasn't moving- and if Izu- no - Deku, didn't move soon, well then everyone else would see less of him. They'd...look down on him. No! He can't let that happen. Nobody can look down on his- he's going to be a hero! 

"Deku- I said MOVE!" 

BANG!

Kacchan had realised too late, his quirk had set off. Directed at Izuku. Who was now lying on the floor with a little redness on his arm as he saw small tears roll down Izuku's face. Everyone around him cheered. As Kacchan looked towards the teacher- who acted as if she had seen nothing- his confidence grew. 

Maybe this is what being a hero is. Putting the weaker in their place! It has to be, everyone is cheering him on- this is the right thing. 

Izuku went home that day with blisters on his feet from continuously attempting to run and hide from Kacchan and his crowd, red, itchy, irritating red marks on his arms and legs from trying to cover himself from Kacchan's quirk, dried tear streaks down his face from crying - how could have Kacchan- his best friend have done this to him, and sunken eyes from the tiredness that came through all the efforts of escape from the abuse. 

Izuku didn't understand- auntie had told Kacchan to treat people how they wanted to be treated, does Kacchan want people to beat and burn him? Obviously not! When- Why did Kacchan change so suddenly? Its not fair- over a lack of quirk? People say all the time that quirks don't define us. So why does having no quirk matter so much? 

Izuku's little mind couldn't comprehend why Kacchan had done what he did. He just knew he had that sinking feeling in again. His his chest hurt, his stomach felt too full and this throat burned.

Is this a feeling he had to get used to now? Izuku doesn't like this feeling. 

~*~

These two large cracks in Izuku's early childhood- literally being 5 years old- from his two most cared for figures in his life. His Mama and Kacchan. They would seem...maybe small for an adult. Adults have options, freedom to get away quickly, authority. However, Izuku doesn't have that. Izuku is a child in the care of his Mama until he is 18, everyday for 13 years left to go. That's a very long time. 13 years.

Not only this, but the Aldrea School Distract goes all the way up to Highschool. In hopes Kacchan will leave for U.A at 15, Izuku only has 10 years to deal with the physical abuse from his best- no- former best friend. But yet again, 10 whole years of constant bullying- even on weekends sometimes when auntie and Mama would catch up over coffee. Those were the times Izuku hated. He was forced to play a villains role and Kacchan would beat the villain as he was the hero! Of course he was the hero... 

Izuku had barley no escape. Not at home, not at school, not at the walks home (because Kacchan would get to him then too if they crossed paths) that he began at 7 since Mama said "I don't have my precious time to waste Izuku. Not being overly obvious, but you're quirkless.", and on the weekends. No escape. Ever. No rest. Ever. 

He had no time to heal from his wounds, that was Kacchan's favourite thing to do anyway! Of course it was... Re-opening wounds seemed to hurt more than fresh ones. The constant re-opening and irritation of these wounds- they'd scar over. Leaving a permanent brand on Izuku. A physical mark. A sign he had to see everyday to remind him of who he really was. The Useless Deku. 

Kacchan wasn't stupid to mark Izuku where others could easily see- not that it mattered as much when they figured out he was quirkless- so 7 year-old Izuku began to attempt to make the wounds heal faster (so what if he did take a few yen off of Mama, she didn't have to know). Healing ointment, burn cream if necessary, bandages. He'd actually gotten used to doing that and found a perfect way for his skin to heal over in a matter of a couple of days- 4 days at most. An attempt to rebel against the constant abuse he has to face everyday. Its not enough.

The only problem was that Izuku couldn't do that for the non-physical cracks in his mentality. Every time they were hurt, re-opened on the daily, constantly irritated, they only worsened. Kacchan and Mama would not them heal at all- giving them no chance. 

Never healing, always makes the crack bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Izuku feels he's in an infinite cycle of hurt. He can't escape. Everything is so much worse than how it started out. It seems almost minute the way Kacchan hesitantly turned on him. 

Kacchan doesn't hesitate now. 

Like with his physical injuries, Izuku at age 8 thought to try and heal his non-physical injuries in all different ways. Meditation, daily affirmations, going through breathing exercises. However, he found none of that worked. Seems it wasn't as simple as his physical injuries were with just different products and care. 

In a last ditch effort, he thought to try out distractions for his mind, as most of the time he finds himself bored of watching the same shows on heroes and Mama yelling at him to get out of her sight and that he's bringing the couch value down by simply sitting on it, thanks a lot Inko. 

Distraction. It seemed a good enough try. And what else best to do that with things that enthralled his curiosity most? Well- curiosity! and education... He's been meaning to actually learn way ahead of his school year anyway because his teachers keep on asking him far advanced questions just to lecture him on why he'll never succeed in life if he does know basic Trigonometry. So- yeah he needs to do that. 

And! He could research on heroes! That was one of his curiosities- well he could research and learn anything he actually wanted to. Hell- maybe even work out so he can build more physical strength to endure against Katsuki's explosions, maybe even gain a fast running away speed so he can escape them. That would be nice- it seems like the dream. Afterall, what else did he have do to in his spare time? Being out the house would please Inko.  

He always was alone anyway. Afterschool Mama mainly avoided his presents entirely and ignored he existed and lived in this home, and it wasn't like anyone was clawing at his door to be his friend and genuinely talk to him (he'd learnt to not trust many people after Katsuki had payed someone to pretend to be his friend just to beat him up in a back alley), no one really likes the quirkless kids It just meant more the knowledge for Izuku to learn! 

The distraction should help him anyway, maybe even let the cracks heal a bit! 

(All it did was distract him at home)

~*~

12 years old.

Izuku is done with hiding it. He knows the truth he must face as it will be forever his truth. No escape. His fate.  

Bakugo really hated him. He hated his presents, the idea of him, his name, his belongings, his knowledge on things he didn't know, his unscared skin. That is what Bakugo probably hated most as now Izuku had to wear long sleeves to cover up burn marks. also scars that he made himself 

The only thing Bakugo truly liked about Izuku was his dead body. Bakugo wanted him dead, and there wasn't any denying that. The way of disgust, hatred, anger. Izuku had dived into psychology when he was 10, and he found there was not a flaw to pick out, a flicker of hope to latch onto, that Bakugo didn't fully hate Izuku. He really liked to hear Izuku make noises of pain, to be quiet, to be sad, alone, miserable. There wasn't an atom of his existence that didn't repulse the idea of Izuku. 

Inko just ignored him. She didn't even speak to him anymore. She stopped speaking to him with words when he was 9, as Izuku knew what to do anyway. Don't touch anything, don't be in sight, don't be heard. If he didn't comply, well, she still didn't talk to him with words. She did talk to him through contact though. A lot of it. 

Izuku understood. How could he not? He did get interested in the mind and social settings (he wanted to learn how to fit in) and did a deep dive into it that took him months and many trips to the library to look into. People didn't want to be an outcast and just wanted to be accepted. Humans were social creatures so being an outcast can be very damaging to the mind and can lead to isolation, depression, social anxiety. 

So much so that people will be mean to others as long as they're apart of the accepted ones in society. Quirkless people were the dirt that everyone kicked around to be accepted, they were collectively hated on for being different and not the 'norm' in what everyone expects as the population of the quirkless is 10%. That being mostly the older generation, the percent for a young quirkless kid like Izuku is near to 2%. 

He's as big of an outcast he could get. 

The only thing keeping Izuku from going insane from never getting a break from the constant abuse was his own curiosity. He'd learnt about many things while distracting himself in his own time. Many things about himself and other people mainly. He did like to focus on their quirks though. Not having one himself only made his curiosity intensify as he couldn't use tests on his own, but of observe only. 

He'd learnt also he could be really fast if he tried hard enough, to which he did. Running and working out helped clear him of his mind as he focused on bettering himself. He doesn't mean to brag but he can say he's got quite a bit of muscle built on his physic. Embarrassing to admit, he'd attempted to learn how to fight? Izuku wouldn't say its very good, in fact it needs a lot of work. But this could be a good step in defending himself more in the future. 

Summing his whole life up in one basic sentence: Izuku is a great outcast of society and a huge fucking nerd, but he doesn't mind it all too much- apart from the constant abuse from others. 

Izuku has accepted he probably won't survive long enough to even see Bakugo leave Middle School. He's getting stronger and more familiar with his quirk. He is quite repetitive, but its not like Izuku would try and actively stop Bakugo. It would just make the abuse way worse than it is and way more constant. Adding the contribution of Inko, his guardian, he is quite certainly not making it past 15. 

Acceptance is the only thing Izuku had control over in his life. 

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Chapter Text

Today, is just a normal day for everyone else.

But for Izuku, its the day he turns 13 years old. 13 years he's been here, and he's still a goddamn outcast. Not a singular soul stands by him and would call him at least someone they knew, because nobody wanted Izuku to here, nobody wants to know him willingly. Nobody will even bat an eye at the change of date today, only that it is a new day. Not even Inko, who literally lives with Izuku and is biologically his mother.

Izuku honestly hopes its this way for today anyway. People knowing its his birthday meant attention, and due to his quirkless nature, it meant negative attention. He already gets plenty of that on a regualr basis.

Today, isn't a normal day for Izuku.

It's the worse day of the whole year. The day he absolutely loathes and despises to see it coming up on the calendar. Bakugo always remembers it's Izuku's birthday, and the violence becomes more intense as a sick way of a 'gift'. They all say it's the gift of truth, that he really is just a punching bag for others to use. It's the only thing he's useful for, as he is just the quirkless Deku of a shadow, cowering at the greatness and light of quirks that he will never be able to experience in his pathetic life. 

At least it's quite poetic in a sense. Izuku appreciates the effort. 

What he doesn't appreciate is the way he has to use most of his medical resources to cover the wounds he's about to receive. It's not a prediction, its a truth. He's quite thankful actually he decided to sacrifice a few odd meals to get extra stuff this year. Maybe he did overstock a bit, but oh well. He'll use it up anyway soon enough and having to go out to buy more in...lets say two months? Maybe even just a month if he gets on Bakugo's bad side. 

He wishes he could just skip the day entirely and stay home today, not get any cuts, burns or bruises today. But he can't. It'll just add onto his debt he'll owe with a 65% interest rate every day that passes. 

Inko will be pissed the school even glanced at her name to call her for some reason that was always Izuku's fault of being a brat. 

Bakugo will suddenly believe Izuku is looking down on him and thinking he's better than everyone than to face his truth.

The teachers will be annoyed that they don't have their favourite student of ridicule to embarrass in front of the class, like its an addiction. 

So, it'll all just add onto his tab he was expected to pay them in full of the day and the day he actually is seen, depending on how long it's been since they satisfied their itch to use the punching bag. A bonus dessert to pay as well, if there was a new way they were clawing at their skin to try out on him. A new toucher method that would be used multiple times more in the future if it was deemed good enough. 

Izuku has no other choice but to go into today head first and just come to that fact that his birthday will never be a good day. 

~*~

Quickly turning off his alarm to avoid further noise, Izuku is awake.

15th of July, a day titled his birthday. Yet, it feels far from it. Izuku already knows what he's in for. He'd been preparing mentally and medically for a couple weeks now, so he hopes he can get out this day with the least damage and drama he could cause. But with today being today, he's not sure what the least damaging outcome could be. Maybe it will always forever be when he turned six, and Bakugo hadn't learnt all these ways to use his quirk so effectively. 

Izuku gets up 35 minutes earlier than he did any other day. By doing this, he is hopeful he avoids Bakugo and his lackeys on his way to school this morning. Bakugo hadn't deemed it 'mandatory' in his 'schedule of truth' yet, which is quite the relief. Getting beaten first thing in the morning lead to early aches, and that only heightened Izuku's discomfort. It was probably to be added soon when Baukgo did realise the damage it did. 

Izuku swiftly puts on the uniform he's stitched and patched multiple times before, picking a pair of black socks he deemed most suitable to wear today, carefully goes to the bathroom to attempt to brush the bush of mess that lays on his head and brushes his teeth for exactly 2 minutes. He's never one to waste time. 

Izuku quickly gets his yellow bag onto his shoulders, again stepping ever so carefully on the floor to make minimal noise to get to his red shoes. He knows Inko is currently awake and getting up herself, getting dressed in her own bathroom connected to her room. He doesn't need a morning 'talk' from her either. As said before, morning injuries are the worse. 

Quickly tying his laces and leaving the house, Izuku made it. 

Getting up only 35 minutes before he usually did was a major risk for him. It was a break in the routine he'd analytically sculpted years ago when he was 8 years old to avoid conflict with Inko so early in the morning. Since she starts her nursing shifts early (around half an hour before school starts) and wakes up at possibly the latest time she can, Izuku had to decide whether to risk being out on the streets so early in the morning (1 hour 30 minutes earlier than his planned schedule) or going out so late and raising the chance of bullies spotting him (25 minutes after he usually got up). 

Today, he'd gotten out of the house within 15 minutes, which is 10 minutes faster than he usually would. On a regular day, he'd double check he had everything and left approximately 6 minutes for time to fix any issue he found. Then he would take a light walk to school and end up there 20 minutes before class started, being the first there and avoiding the (what he likes to call) the active classmates as they get tp school around 7-5 minutes before class began. Bakugo didn't do anything without an audience so he was relatively safe. 

However sometimes the main cast of the abusers planned to get there earlier to meet up, to which Izuku thought it was just to throw him off, so they could see him stutter and tremble before the day began. On those days, Izuku knew it would be a bad day. The attitude you wake up with effects how the rest of the day plays out. Waking up with violence first on your mind generally sets you up to wanting to punch something to exert the emotion. 

Izuku getting up earlier today and leaving quicker wasn't to stand outside the gate until school opens. Yeah, it lowered his chances significantly him from getting beaten up this morning but that wasn't his primary reason for his effort. 

Izuku just wanted to have a quiet morning in the park, the one with the little pond with ducks. It was always peaceful there in the morning. 

~

Izuku looked at the time as he sat down on the bench. 

40 minutes until school begins, he's about a 4 minute walk from the school. He can stay here for 15 minutes then head to class. Izuku sighed in relief. At least it was something and somewhere he could relax for a few minutes before facing the bullies and their propaganda-filled attitudes so early in the morning. Today is the day he was born. Today was a day he used to celebrate with Bakugo, Inko, dad , Auntie and his classmates. Today was the day he was diagnosed quirkless by the doctor. Today was the day his life took the turn of discriminatory path he could not escape from ever. Well, he's going to try. 

When Izuku becomes a hero, and he has to, he will change peoples beliefs for the better. He needs to. To stop the suicide rates from rising every day, a new suicide case every month due to quirk discrimination. People don't deserve hate for just being who they are. In fact, quirks should be a protected characteristic in the law. You do not chose which quirk you receive, you are born with it and it cannot be avoided in which quirk you get. You cannot change it. 

It's truly horrendous how people treat the different in societal norms. All of our ancestors were quirkless. If it weren't for people who are quirkless, the jobs no one would ever dare to do would never get down. Even if those jobs are the secret pillars holding up society and the economy. Quirkless people have to be desperate to survive. They shouldn't have to be. 

Izuku sighs in content as he hears the little ducklings splash in the water, he feels the warmth of the sun hit his face, wrapping around him. A warm blanket of comfort. 

This is a relatively good set up for the day. A first in a whi- 

"HEY!" A voice violently cuts Izuku out from his blind bliss as his eyes shoot open to look at the voice. 

The man, a bottle of cheep booze in his hand so early in the morning, worn out clothes, messy hair directly looks at Izuku. 

"Red shoes, eh? You're one of them quirkless..." The man points out.

"Um- yes sir. Can I help y-"

"QUIRKLESS SCUM! GET THE FUCK OUTTA THIS PARK NOW BOY, YOUR KIND AIN'T WELCOME ROUND THESE NICE PARKS! YOUR RUININ' THE NICE PART!" 

The man viciously shakes the bottle of almost booze empty at Izuku as he starts to speed walk towards the green one. Izuku yelps and quickly stands. It's best to seem defenseless, fearful, fragile around these people. It satisfies their dark desires to see someone considered less than them suffer. It gives those people a sense of control in their lives when they've truly lost all. Blinded by anger and rage at how they ended up  in their position that they aim it at the weaker. You don't get weaker than the Quirkless in this society. 

"a-ah yes! My apologies sir. I-I didn't mean to-" 

The man throws the quite bottle of booze at Izuku's head, missing by an inch and shattering behind him. 

"I DON'T WANA HEAR YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSES! GET OUTTA HERE! Fucking- useless bastards..." The man growled at Izuku, clenching his fists and scrunching his eyebrows at Izuku.

He didn't have to be told twice. This man was clearly going to attempt to attack Izuku if he didn't move fast. 

Izuku hurriedly bowed at the man and ran off away from the man, out of the park. It's best if he heads to school now, the few people in the park had all been listening- Izuku spotted one recording. Izuku doesn't need that attention. If Bakugo finds the video- it'll be the laugh of the months! Constantly played on repeat on everyone's phones. 

"AND STAY OUT!" 

Izuku really did just jinx his mourning... 

~*~

Izuku sits in his assigned seat of the classroom, staring out the window 30 minutes before school begins. 5 minutes before one student shows up.

The girl sits in the front row and is always reading a textbook by the time Izuku gets here on a normal day, a different subject every day. If Izuku has guessed correctly, then today is maths. A telekinesis quirk. She doesn't get involved with the bullying or even the other classmates. Izuku doesn't think she's a bad person, maybe she knows its bad but doesn't want to get beat up or ridiculed herself for speaking up. Sometimes people believe silence is the best option, to not get hurt.  

Izuku understands. It's not exactly pleasant getting a beating or getting embarrassed, and for him its on the daily. Izuku is just grateful she doesn't laugh with everyone else. That's something at the least. Something for him to lightly latch on that there is still a slither of hope for him, and not everyone hates the quirkless. 

The class slowly but eventually fills up at time passes, getting closer to the start of the school day. Izuku is dreading it. The only thing he can hope for it that everyone forgets it's even his birthday today.  Though, as some of his classmates have been walking into the class they've given him a prolonged glance, longer than usual, and grinning as they attempted to hide it. They're really bad at it though, and they avoid eye contact when they notice Izuku notice.

But Izuku knows from when they open the classroom door they're looking at him. This means it's not so difficult to piece together there is something going on he doesn't know about, and he's gonna wish he never knows about it. But wishes never come true. Izuku learnt that years ago. 

5 minutes until class begins, Bakugo and his main lackey's have yet to show up. However, Izuku saw them entering the building from the window about 4 minutes ago, and it does not in fact take that long to get to the classroom from the entrance when it's only on the second floor, first classroom on the staircase in fact. 

All the signs point to something is going to happen. Something bad that Sensei is just going to ignore and say he didn't see or hear anything going on. Even if he's sat right in front of the classroom, able to see everything and hear their loud laughter echoing to room as Izuku gets beaten with quirks and verbal abuse. But oh well! Who ever cares for the quirkless, eh?

That's when the door opened and come in Bakugo carrying a...gift box? His lackeys trying to hold back their snickers, one of them recording with their phone. Great. Fucking amazing.

"Happy Birthday Deku!" Bakugo shouted, everyone letting out a light snicker as he walked over to Izuku's desk. Lackeys still following behind him close behind, watching Izuku for any reaction they could save for later to violently rip apart and show its vulnerability for everyone to see. 

Bakugo placed the box onto Izuku's desk and stepped back, probably for the camera to catch Izuku's full reaction. 

Izuku didn't know how to react. This is so painfully obvious its probably moldy eggs, a pie they're gonna throw in his face or maybe even an empty box just so they could get his 'disappointed' look on camera and laugh at it for hours. And to think that this morning was truly going so well for him, finally on his side for once. A bit of peace and success in the constant havoc he faced day to day. He shouldn't be that surprised. The quirkless don't deserve that, which is what society and the universe seem to believe. 

"Well? Are you gonna fucking thank me and open it or just stare at it for the rest of the day?" Bakugo enquired firmly, hatred and malice hidden but not unheard in his tone. Not that Bakugo would care if it wasn't hidden, or that he was trying to. He's never been unprideful about his hatred to the quirkless. 

"S-Sorry Kacchan! Uh-Thank you for the gift. I-I'll just-" Izuku shot up from his seat, not wanting to give the tormentor any reason to make the destined beating later any worse.

With slightly trembling hands, Izuku reached for the blue giftbox's pink ribbon to untie. He then hesitantly opened the box to see what hate crime will be inside. 'What will be the reason for his breakdown tonight?' Gameshow that he somehow has become increasingly difficult as of lately to switch the channel off or onto another.

A deathly shiver slithered in his nervous system, completely halting all movement.

Thousands of tiny hairs shot up on his body in hopes for warmth, escape. His arms trembling as he holds the lid to the innocent looking gift box. This same design had most likely been used at a kids birthday party, and now it was used here. Loud, blaring, ridiculing laughter echoed and bounced inside of Izuku's body as if formerly had intruded his ears like a deathly pathogen, created souly to destroy. The cardboard lid in his hands weighing heavy in his hands, his hands struggling to hold on as they quivered. He could intensely taste the rice he had eaten for the pathetic excuse of a meal. 

He wished he had gone blind, as not only for the context of the gift, but also for the girl that had never laughed finally did. The mask of 'mystery' finally broke as she joined in with the rest of his tormentors' ideologies of comedy. A symbol directly hauled at Izuku to force him to hear its message that no one does or will care for the quirkless. For him. His purpose is to be the mat on the doorstep people whipped their feet on. 

He stood cold, for what felt like lifetimes over and over again of endless torment and punishment for being unfortunately born quirkless. 

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RECORDING- JULY 15TH 2XXX: 02:07:36 

"Hey- woah. Where are you going Deku? Aren't you going to take your fucking gift with you?!" Bakugo snickered as the classroom door was slammed shut in the background. 

"I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D ACTUALLY DO THAT BAKUGO, FUNNIEST SHIT EVER DUDE!" "Yeah, I know. I'm amazing." Bakugo smirked and sucked in the laughter and praise from his peers. 

"I've never seen Deku react like that before man!" 

"Do you think we went a bit too far...? I mean- the dark red syrup splatter does look a lot like blood, blades and the red spider lilies all together seem a bit to extr-" "Don't be such a buzzkill man! Deku's just overreacting. He's a crybaby after all." 

"Alright class, settle down in your seats! The school day cannot wait any longer to start."

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RECORDING- JULY 20TH 2XXX: 00:01:09 

"Okay- I want everyone to listen, I am sick and tired of just being dismissed because I was born fucking quirkless.

Quirklessness is not a disease- and shouldn't be known as a diagnosis! We're not deadly pathogens made to fuck up you're chances in life. Who even came up with that? Whoever thinks that quirkless people are 'lesser humans' are the uneducated assholes of our society- and yes I am also talking to whatever heroes believe so. A quirk is just a tool! Yes, it helps you in ways but its not a necessary tool for our survival and existence. Whatever your quirk is could be replaced by a support tool or even a new scientific discovery of a bond of chemicals. 

Just because we lost the genetics lottery with being born without a quirk doesn't mean you get to just judge us and hate us for being born the fucking way we are! Why do we as a society always have to discriminate against a group of people for being the born the way they are!? You're pathetic and you're directing your anger on the seen as 'weaker ones' to make you feel more powerful- you all have fucking superiority complexes! The common disregard of lives for being born naturally is not something you should be proud of.

You all need to stop being so blind to your actions- where has empathy gone? Have the quirked devolved in caring for others?! I have barley ever seen any quirked people stand up for someone without a quirk- as a society aren't we supposed to support each other for basic fucking survival!? I cannot BELIEVE a born characteristic isn't protected in the Equality acts we had even updated not even 100 years ago. The act protects quirked individuals against discriminating against each other but what the fuck about us!? Because there is fewer of us? Because we're a minority? We still make part of the population! 

In fact, statistics show quirkless individuals do mostly hard labor jobs others won't- because that's all that's available for us! Hell- Not even 1% of the quirkless population make a salary of more than ¥1,054 per hour- and that's fucking minimum wage. If we even make it to age where we can apply for proper jobs- most of us kill ourselves before 17! Do you know how terrifying it is to learn you are probably going to die at your own hands before adulthood because of the horrific abuse you suffer every day just because of how you were born? You even have to think about how the statistic is an average of all ages in the quirkless population- most of us are the older generations! We are someone's child. What if we were your child and you learn we are inevitably going to suffer the most in this life for the way we were born?

I am not part of the older generation.

My name is Izuku Midoriya, and today I turned 13. I want everyone to remember my face- my pain- my anger- my statement! After today, you will never again see me walking on the street in fear. Never again see me cower and flinch at even a glance from a person. Never again see me cry. Never again see me being beaten bloody! NEVER AGAIN SEE ME! I cannot bare the abuse anymore I face from everyone, I cannot bare being technically a 'second-class' citizen, I cannot bare my pain! I blame all of you- for your ignorance, for your participation, for your disregard of our lives, for your incompetence! Our blood shall stain all of your hands! If not from death, then from how we had to learn to bandage our wounds at 6 years old! The blood of all quirkless civilians who took their own lives- regardless of age- due to the abuse we can no longer take from you! Take responsibility! 

This is a goodbye and a fuck you! I am done!" 

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