*Deku's POV*
A few minutes pass and I notice Ochaco had gone a bit silent, and that something was on her mind.
"You okay, Ochaco?"
"Yesterday, you said something that I was just thinking about now,"
"Oh? What was that?"
"You said that 'you had no one to tell this secret' I was just wondering what you meant."
"Well, uhm, it's just that I didn't have many friends."
*Ochaco's POV*
"What do you mean you didn't have many friends? Who wouldn't want to be friends with the most adorable cinnamon roll ever?" he smiles at the latter half of my sentence.
"Well... I guess no one wanted to be friends with the 'cinnamon roll.'"
"That sounds kinda rough..." He takes a deep breathe while looking away from me, I can tell something was really wrong. I close the lid of my laptop before laying next to him, forcing him to put his arm around me to hold me. "Have you talked to anyone about this?" He doesn't say anything. "Could you... open up to me about it...?" I feel his chest inhale heavily as he shivers. Whatever it maybe, it must be really serious. I don't want to force him to open up about it today, I can ask again when he's more comfortable. "It's okay Deku, if you don't want to tell me now, that's..."
"For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a hero..." he says interrupting my backtracking statement. I nuzzle even closer to him to try and comfort him as he continued, "And AllMight was my literal hero. I had AllMight jackets... onesies and figurines from when I was like two years old." My heart went soft at the image in my mind of baby Izuku in a cute, oversized onesie. "I couldn't wait to get my quirk, most of the kids in my kindergarten had developed theirs, and Kachan had just developed his. And it was so cool... Y'know kids in our generation, quirklessness was pretty much unheard of. But the universe decided for things to be this way. I wanted to be a hero so bad, that even after I got the results from the doctors that I would be quirkless, I still practiced trying to manifest a quirk." My heart sank. I couldn't really bare the sad thought of a kid trying to manifest a quirk knowing that it wouldn't happen, and to know that kid was Deku... "I still wanted to be a hero though, but... people started to tell me to give up on my dreams... and when I remained adamant, they... started to bully me a bit." His voice had completely diminished to a small whisper.
"Just a bit...?" I ask. The way he phrased it... the way his voice just went like that. He was definitely holding something in. I start to sit up, revealing his teary eyes. My lip starts to quiver. Seeing him like this just made me wanna cry.
"I mean, I was hurt quite a bit. Beaten by people I once called friends. I was told several times a day that I was never gonna be a hero. I was reminded time and time again that I was worthless, in the form of notes in my locker, writing on my desk, confrontations at lunchtime and after school... and they never stopped...," I felt a tear come down the side of my face. To think he had to go through all this on his own... As sad as I was about this, I was angry too. I mean, who was mean enough to be mean to someone like Deku, over a reason as stupid as 'he was quirkless'. "I was even told to kill myself on several occasion by someone..."
"How long was it like this?"
"Since I found out I was quirkless,"
"That Long!" I say in a fury and my eyebrows furrowed. He doesn't really reply to my retort. I had to control my anger because I can see that it wasn't helping him. I calm down a bit and return to his arms. "What about Bakugo, I thought he went to the same school as you, didn't he... y'know, stick up for you...?" There was a pretty long pause before I hear a weak,
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Learning to be the best (Izuocha)
Fanfiction"A true hero saves not only their lives, but also their hearts." The words of his master were words that he lived by. Deku wanted to try and save as many people as possible, no matter the cost. But what happens when he finds someone a lot closer to...
