Decisive Judgement- A Tomura Shigaraki fanfic

Chapter 1

My earliest memories were of hospitals, doctors rushing to examine me. I happened to be born without a Quirk. Only 20% of the populace didn't have a Quirk, and that number was decreasing every day. I was a rare one indeed.

Mom begged me for forgiveness, always teary-eyed, like it was her fault for it. I never blamed her for it; it was out of her control, was it not?

Still, the people that gathered around me spoke ill of me, telling me to kill myself and calling me different names. Before Mom could scold them and tell them what for, they would leave me alone, brushing past her with a chuckle or a last hurtful word for me. She never acknowledged them, turning to me with her full attention.

She expressed sympathy for me when I told her about them leaving like that. She would pat my head and tell me to not worry about them; as long as I held my head higher above them, they would stop eventually.

As long as I take these pills and get stronger, she insisted that everything would be OK. The doctors told her that I may be considered a late bloomer, that my Quirk will start to manifest later on in life.

So why not encourage it with growth hormones?

I choked the medicine down every morning, Mom always stood by with the pills in her hand. For some reason, I wasn't allowed to touch the bottle. I've never seen the bottle; Mom would just have it ready within her palm every morning before school ever started.

It gave me headaches. Voices would echo around me at times, always degrading me in some way, shape, or form. Mom would always insist that my body had to adjust to the medicine. Even as I threw up nearly every night, my head feeling like it was splitting open, Mom would stay by my side until it finally stopped.

I think they changed my medication a few times; I was never sure. The pills looked different, but maybe the branding changed? Mom would never tell me; only that this is the medication I needed to take that day...

Eventually, the headaches stopped and the vomiting decreased. There were some days where I couldn't get out of bed, but Mom told me it was the medicine fighting something within my head. She later changed the wording; not just my head, but my whole body.

Mom held onto the hope that, as long as I took my medicine every day, by her hand alone, I would develop a Quirk and become the hero I always wanted.

How wrong she was...

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"Kyu, it's time to wake up!" Mom pulled my blinds open as I shivered at the bright light engulfing my room. "You'll be late for work! Your medicine is by your desk!" I yawned and stretched, getting ready for a new day.

I did remote work at a call center; something to be close to home. Mom was recently diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer; there were many things she couldn't do without help. So it made it easier if I was always close to her location.

Sometimes, I sighed, looking out the window as I waited for another call to come through, I wondered what it would be like if I did have a Quirk after all. How would my life change?

I would have been able to enter my dream school: UA High. I would have been able to become a hero, or at the very least be a hero assistant. Somehow, be of use to society.

But the strange thing is: if one does not have a Quirk, one cannot enter the hero course. Quirkless can enter the general education, of course, but only Quirks will be accepted in the hero course.

And due to my school record of being expelled when I was 12 years old as well as being Quirkless, I was not allowed into either.

Now here I am; turning 21 in a few hours, with crushed dreams and pure disgust for the way my life turned out in the end. But it wasn't my fault. It was society that failed me.