The Abandoned Vigilante(s)

Chapter 1

Discription: izuku, dark dreen hair lime green eyes and is short for his age. Extremely smart but doesn't put in enough work to really see it. Physically very skinny and pale, despite this, he holds a large amount of mussel under his shirt. Along with hundreds of scars.

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Izuku pov

I Woke up by inko kicking me on my side. Since my bed was taken, I had to sleep on the hardwood floor. After I pulled my blanket off of me I quirckly got up and put on a long sleeve shirt to hide my bruises. I pulled my uniform over that and started to make my way for the door. As I was turning the door handle, I heard a voice call out my name. "You won't tell anyone about last night, right?" despite the innocent words I could hear the obvious venom behind them. I quickly nodded my head and walked out the door. It was easy to deal with her when she was drunk, but last night she got home from work early and decided to make it my problem. She used her quirk to pick up knifes from the kitchen and sent them flying at me. I wasn't able to dodge many of them and she kept it up for around five minutes. After that I was bleeding harshly and trying to stay awake. She dragged my to the bathrooms and threw a first aid kit at me. "Don't use more then you have to or we will do this again." she told me.

I could still feel the acing of my body and where I had put the burn cream from my 'friend'. I was so tired of this routine but had no way of fixing it. Inko payed to have me registered as quirkless in all matters of paperwork. In reality I had a really cool quirk! I called it removal. I could make eye contact with someone and they won't be able to use their quirk for a minuet. Not only that but if I used it and stared at any part of their body the cant use their quirk until I blink or look away. Its a great quirk for a hero.

I sighed as I turned the corner to see kachan, no, bakugou and some of his lackeys. They looked at me before smirking and strolling up confidently. I wanted to scream and run, but that would just make the day worse for me. After a few minute beating, I pulled myself off the ground and headed towards the school building. when I walked in I was scolded for making my school outfit dirty.now I had detention, great.

The rest of the day went like normal, spider lilies, death threats, the occasional pair of scissors lobed at me. Yup, same as always. It hurt a lot more than usual when bakugou told me to just stop crying for attention and kill myself. That was a low blow, even for him.

After my detention was over I walked home, or I was going to until I was grabbed and pulled into a corner and pushed my against the wall. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw a older man holding a knife to my neck. The man then whispered into my ear and said, " you will not scream or fight back. you are going to give me your money and walk away. if you tell anyone about this, I will track you down and kill you." I wasn't on the worst side of town but I was certainly not in the best areas either. I looked to my side and saw a series of people walking by. There was one person who towered over the others. The man stood at what looked like eight feet and had yellow hair. He also had a small crowd surrounding him, but even from where I am I could see that he was absolutely ripped. I instantly recognize the hero as the number one hero in the world, all might. I stare at him as he autographs more and more of his merchandise. I stare in awe about how he doesn't notice a kid in a hallway being held against a wall being mugged. I wait for another moment until the older man places his hand against the side of my head and shoved my it into the wall

i tried to scream from the pain, but couldn't force air in or out of my lungs. The man smiled and brought his face close to mine before saying, "Hard to breath right? Thats my quirk. What do you think about it? Some people call it a villains quirk but I don't think so. I think its heat you do with the quirk that matters most. What do you think ab-" it was getting harder and harder to focus on the mans words so in a last ditch effort to try and breathe again, I slammed my forehead against his chin. I heard his teeth clack as I rammed into his face. He released the hold of his quirk and stumbled backwards, dropping his knife in the process. I dropped to my knees and pulled gulps of desperately craven air into my lungs. I looked up to see a now furious man winding his arm back and walking towards me again. Out of instinct I rolled to the side of the fist and grabbed the would be robbers dropped weapon. I hold the knife about a foot from my face and put myself into a fighting stance. I've been in enough fights, one sided or evenly matched, to know how to hold myself, and being a hero fanatic helps in situations.