Izuku's tired. Tired of shitty people and shitty lies and a fucking shitty life. He's just so tired. So with nothing but his savings and the hope of a fucking Craigslist ad, he leaves- a one-way ticket to the US, a new life, a new beginning.
But hi...
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[ 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ]
referenced bullying; discrimination; allusions to ableism
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Shota is disdainful and disappointed. This class of nineteen, soon to be twenty—though he's doubtful at this moment—drove a student away.
Izuku Midoriya could've changed the world. It was Shota himself who approved of Midoriya's enrolment into the hero course, ignoring the insistence of his more prejudiced co-workers to leave him for Gen-Ed or the Support Course.
Yagi had gone so far as to suggest failing him altogether. He was shot down by everyone immediately, of course. They'd have to be mental to think it was in any way justifiable considering Midoriya's incredible score.
The kid passed with flying colours, rescue and villain points alike. His quirk status meant nothing. Heroes with quirks still needed support gear to accommodate the multitude of ways their quirks made them vulnerable. Quirks were no more than extra limbs with drawbacks. Of course, it's something that would inevitably bring about setbacks, but that doesn't make Izuku any less qualified.
He's analytical, strategic, observant and strong.
So, Izuku Midoriya could've changed the world.
Except he left.
Nezu informed him so, the morning after, right before his first homeroom with 1-A. He'd clarified that the abuse—abuse—he was going through at Yuuei proved to be too much.
'A child with the eyes of a war veteran.'
And Shota is disdainful and disappointed. Not only at his students, supposed 'heroes to be', but at himself. He'd forgotten what it meant to be different.
How much it hurt.
He'd forgotten that everyone experiences the hurt differently, that circumstances are different.
Quirkless did not mean villainous or useless or lesser. They were not equitable.
He knew it, somewhat. Knew it in that he saw the word on his file, bolder and darker and more in-your-face than the rest of his information, and couldn't stop looking. Knew it in that he knew that 'quirkless' was used like a slur, but 'quirkless hero' could be used like a title. Knew it in that he remembered what he went through and how he overcame it, projecting the growth onto a kid who seemed desperate to live. (Or is it to die?)
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