Overestimate

Chapter 1

Quirkless.

That was a word that had been used to insult him since he was a child. People had used this simple word like a knife since before he even understood what that word even meant. It had been used to degrade him, to push him down and even in attempts to get rid of him entirely, but Izuku had survived it all.

He had suffered through the worst, there was probably nothing hurtful that hadn't been done to him, or at least attempted to and yet he was still here. He was still standing.

This word, this 'title' had been the very source of most of his suffering, but he found a way to make it work for him.
Today he used the word as a shield, as something that would probably save his ass someday.

Because today he was walking the line between being the quirkless loser nobody looked twice at and spending his nights being a notorious vigilante, beating up criminals and all. Well, not all nights, because he still had to pay his rent.
He knew that he was wanted for vigilantism as it was a criminal offence, but the funny thing is as per current law that was only if someone used their quirks without a permit. But he had no quirk, so technically they would have no reason to imprison him in the end, but he didn't count on them to care about those technicalities. If they wanted even a chance to charge him for anything, they had to catch him first and no one had even come close so far.

In the streets he frequented he was known as 'the hare'. That was because a certain aspect of his hood might look the tiniest bit like bunny ears, even though he definitely wouldn't admit it. Regarding the alias he was just grateful that he wasn't being called anything cute, like bunny.
Izuku loved being a vigilante. He just loved the feeling of being useful, of actually having a purpose in life and he would rather die than give that up. And some part of him knew that it would probably come to that one day, but he didn't care.
He had known this was dangerous. In the end he's just some guy and no flashy hero who was able to call for backup or use a powerful quirk. He knew that there would come a time when he would bite off more than he could chew and that was ok, he was fine with that.
He had been in dark places before mentally, he had thought about ending it all as early as middle school, so the thought of death wasn't really something scary to him anymore. He didn't want to die anymore, but he also wasn't sad if he would die doing something like this, something he truly enjoyed. He lived for those nights.

But today was going to be a regular boring day, as part of his unsuspicious everyday routine.

The green haired man was in the changing room of his local gym. He tried to go everyday before he had to be on his night shift at the Konbini, because he truly enjoyed working out and he also needed the strength for his other 'job'. He pushed his green locks out of his face and pulled the upper portion of his hair into a small bun. His hair wasn't long enough to put it all up completely, so half up it is.
Izuku wore casual sportswear. A pair of leggings, because he hated loose joggers, and a dark, oversized t-shirt.
The gym was pretty busy at this time of the day. It was around eight pm so most people had just gotten off work. But Izuku was fine with that, the gym was big enough that he wouldn't have to wait to use any machines or weights so it was ok for him.

He made his way over to the leg press. His fighting style and all the running and jumping around during his vigilante hours depended mostly on his legs, which was why he put the most effort into working those out. To be honest, he was proud of how thick his thighs had gotten. They were rock hard muscle and he could probably squash a watermelon between them if he tried. He knew he was a bit shorter than most guys, but he definitely didn't lack in his build.

So he got to work through his program. He had a strict routine on what he would train on which days. He didn't like to go at it without a plan. His routines were focused on strength more than looks. He couldn't care less about how he looked.
He was here because his life literally depended on his strength, since he had no quirk he could use in an emergency. He needed to be able to rely on his body.