Midoriya Izuku has been bullied for being quikless in a world where 80% of its population is loitered by superhuman abilities. Unbeknownst to the whole world of the origin of quirks, Izuku awakens what has been the zero point breakthrough of quirks...
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They were back in the classroom after having lunch and to be honest, Tsuna is obviously already beat. They ate under a sakura tree because he needed to tend to the paperwork Haru had emailed him. He was working on a fast pace that he didn't realize his food was untouched until he was being fed. And only after a couple of spoon feeding, he heard a chuckle that he knew it shouldn't be there, because she's in a different course, but he still looked up. And he saw Kurokawa Hana laughing her ass out and Hayato holding a spoon that had food with it and lifting it to Tsuna's mouth, to which he unconsciously obliged by opening his mouth and taking in the food. He munched, then swallowed, and humored Hana, "Glad to see you're having a good time."
On Hana's note, she wanted to be a lawyer. And the always scheming Reborn granted her scholarship as long as she becomes an executive attorney for Vongola Decimo, namely, for him, Tsuna. And she accepted, because greedy Reborn offered her UA too. So yeah. Hana Kurokawa, along with Tsuna, Hayato, Takeshi, Izuku, Hitoshi, and Chrome are going to UA.
"Dude! You're being fed and you still don't realize it! Haru is going to be soo jealous when she hears this!" Hana replied, one hand clutching her aching stomach from too much laughing and the other was wiping a tear that escaped her eye.
Tsuna chose to ignore that comment, and so does Hayato.
"CASUALLY OPENING THE DOOR!" they all hear coming from outside.
Izuku felt his body go completely rigid, like he was electrified. He knew that voice. Oh, how can he forget that timbre? It was the origin of his dream. It was also the breaker of it.
It was the voice of the one who unknowingly killed him with such kind words.
Meh, who would've thought that kind words can kill?
"IS ME!!!" exclaimed their next teacher. The muscular man had yellow hair, sunken blue eyes, and a red costume.
Izuku banged his head on his table, wishing he was just dreaming. Why, why did it have to be him, of all people, of all heroes?
Izuku used to be a fan of All Might's. He could remember being a fanboy.
He could also remember clutching onto the man's leg and crashing onto a rooftop. He could remember talking about his supposed quirklessness, of his wish and dream to be a hero, of all things.
He could remember the rejection that came afterwards, the dismissal. He could remember being left on the roof, all on his own. And, briefly, he could remember considering Kacchan's suggestion.
He could remember the day he met his idol, and how he'd lost any admiration for him - and on all heroes alike - on that very same day.
Izuku Modoriya's story was not the sort of tale one tell their children. It was not a bedtime story of a hero saving the day. It was a story that kept children up at night, a story that made people's gazes shift uncomfortably away from him, from his scarred face and hands and the bleak hatred he harboured for anything shining and disgustingly noble. It was fool's gold, an illusion. He was living proof that even All Might was as broken and dirty as he was. Quirks hid that dirt, but only if they fit into that image of goodness.
