Freaks? I think you meant family.

Chapter 1

Izuku is young.

Izuku's eyes held so much love.

Izuku's freckles made his cheeks even more pinchable..

Izuku has wild fluffy green hair that everyone wants to mess with.

Izuku is called the 'sunshine boy' by the neighbors.

But Izuku is 4 years old he first came back home covered in dirt and bruises.

Izuku is young, yes, but he is far too smart for his age.

He knows that the kids at school are not as friendly as the teachers like to say.

He knows that when Kacchan calls him "Deku" he does not mean it as a nice little nickname between friends.

When the teachers' eyes never meet his own, he knows.

He knows that his mom leaving for weeks without saying anything and then ignoring him when she comes back isn't normal.

Izuku is four years old and he knows that society sees him as a pebble on the side of the road simply because he is quirkless.

Getting ignored, insulted, kick. This is his routine, his usual.
So when, one normal day, he got home to a house full of different versions of himself, Izuku thought he was going to faint.

"Sup'."

Yes, Izuku was not ready for this.

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"So..." Izuku started uncomfortably "You are telling me that I have a quirk and that you are all different versions of me?" A long silence filled the room after that, Izuku could have sworn he heard someone stifle a laugh in a cough.

After what felt like hours, someone finally answered him. "Exactly, kiddo." They gave a nervous smile. This version had medium-long hair tied in a low ponytail. Their eyes were a lighter shade of green than Izuku's. They seemed to be wearing a coffee shop uniform but Izuku wasn't quite sure about that.

"God, this is so awkward!!" Someone else shouted. They jumped out of the sofa and came near Izuku at a fast speed. Izuku flinched slightly at the sudden proximity but they seemed to ignore it to ruffle his hair. The touch felt weirdly relaxing. "My name is Izuku, like everybody else here too, but you can call me 'Vigilante' or 'Vi." Silence filled the house once again but this time it was quickly interrupted by the giggling of a little ghost.

"Mr.Vi is so funny!" declared the ghost.

"Mr-!? I'M ONLY 13! I'M NOT OLD!"

This only seemed to make the ghost laugh louder, a few others began to giggle at their antics but Vigilante ignored it to jump on the ghost, hoping to tackle them on the ground. Only to pass right through them and fall on the ground. Everyone but one was laughing as Vigilante was getting red from embarrassment, Izuku felt relaxed at the scene in front of him and began giggling too.

It took a while to stop the laughing, but in the end, they all wore a smile. It seemed to ease the earlier tension.

"So," The person Izuku recognized as the one with the ponytail started. "You can all call me Coffee, I am 23 and uses they/them pronouns. " A few nodded at that but Izuku was confused.

What does it mean to use they/them pronouns? Isn't that a plural pronoun?

Before he could ponder on it more, the ghost happily interrupted him.

"Hi! Call me Ghost! I am 9 years old! He/him!" Said ghost with a big smile that seemed to melt everyone's hearts at once. He looked the same as Izuku except for the blood dripping down his head, the big wounds, and the fact that he was transparent. Nobody questioned it so Izuku didn't either, though he had multiple questions.