I'm The True Hero

Chapter 2: 10 Years Later

It has been 10 years since the first signs of Izuku being neglected. At first, it was weird and sad, but now, it's the new norm for Izuku. Every day, Izuku's parents would make him clean the house, make breakfast, rarely let him eat, and not let him participate in any family activities. Izuku would spend most of his days in his room reading a book and looking at the ceiling; thinking about life. What is life?

Izuku wants to answer, but he doesn't know how to obtain it. No matter what he does, he never gets close to the answer. Should I give up? One thing Izuku learned, when he was younger, is There's no point in trying to change something if there is no chemical reaction. Every situation he encounters always leads to that solution.

He wants some help from anyone, but everyone turned their back on him. Inko and Toshinori, when he was five, Katsuki and Katsumi, when they started kindergarten, and now Izumi; in middle school.

It is their last year of middle school. Everyone entered the classroom with all their friends, except Izuku. He walked into the room with his head down and was hit by a few paper balls. He ignored the insults he received and continued walking until he was tripped by no one other than Katsuki Bakugo. "Oi, nerd! Watch where you're going!" His insult was followed by a few chuckles from everyone. "Learn how to walk properly, Deku!" Katsumi yelled.

Deku...They have been calling him Deku ever since they turned on him. He will never forget the day when they pushed him into a puddle of water and called him "Deku." Every time he hears the word, it takes him back to that day.

Izuku gets up from the ground and sat at his seat. He put his bag down and laid his head on the desk. He let out a sigh and turned towards Izumi, who was having a conversation with Katsuki, Katsumi, and a few of their other classmates. And he began to smile.

Izuku couldn't find it in his heart to hate Izumi because she was his number one fan; even though she remained silent. And he was her number one fan. He wants to remove the feeling but doesn't have enough power to do it.

As he was looking at Izumi, he was pushed out of his seat. He looks up to see two of his classmates grinning.

"Who are you smiling at?" classmate one said

"Nothing..." Izuku replied.

"Obviously something!" classmate one said.

"Bro! He's a weirdo, remember? There's no point in asking him." classmate two said.

"You're right!" classmate one replied.

Classmate two steps over Izuku's chair and pulls him up with his collar. "You should be smiling, expectedly when your life as sad as it will ever get. Remember that." And throws him back onto the ground.

As Izuku is laying on the ground, all he can hear is laughter in the background. Some are laughing at him, while others are minding their own business. He looks to his right to see Izumi, who looked away from him instantly. Why do you look so disgusted?

The bell rings and the teacher enter the room. "Settle down, everyone! And pull out your textbooks. Go to page 344 and read silently." Most of the students groaned and followed instructions.

In the mist of the silence, Izuku is in his own mind and can't get out of it. He was thinking about different things. As much as he wants to pay attention, he just doesn't have the thrive anymore. He looked outside the window, and he heard someone call his name. "Yes?" "Answer the question," the teacher replied. Izuku remained silent and heard chuckling come from beside him. "Not surprised that Deku doesn't know. His head is as hollow as a plastic ball."

The students began to laugh at Izuku, which caused him to look down in his lap. "Everyone, be quiet!" The teacher yelled. Everyone went quiet and Izuku looked at the teacher. "If you can answer this question, you won't have detention."

"Teach, that's not fair!" Katsumi yelled.

"How's that not fair?"

"You're giving him chance to answer the question, when he was clearly was not paying attention," Katsumi replied.

"Unlike you, he actually pays attention in class, while you guys are making paper balls and throwing it at him."

"It's still n-"

"I'm the teacher. You're the student. My classroom, my rules, so shut it!"

Katsumi was going to argue back, but she went quiet. "Good. Izuku, True or false: Everyone with similar quirks have the same drawbacks." "That's not fair! That is the easiest question!" Katsumi yelled.

"Just because it's an easy question, doesn't mean it's easy for Deku," Katsuki said.

Everyone in the classroom began to laugh at the joke, which caused Izuku to slouch in his chair. "Shut up! Katsumi, go stand outside the room! Katsuki, you got one more time disrupting my class!"

"Why do I have to leave?" Katsumi yelled.

"Because you are being disruptive, and I just told you to be quiet. I had enough with your back talk."

Katsumi let out a loud sigh and marched out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. The teacher looks back at Izuku and repeated the question. "What's the answer?"

"False."

"Why?"

"Because the genetics between people are different, so it's only natural that everyone have different drawbacks."

"That is correct."

Izuku's stomach, for some reason, lifted. Almost as if he was feeling a little proud of himself, for getting it right. Izuku looks at Izumi to see she was reading her book behind her textbook. Rookies move. He sighed to himself, quietly, and went back to the window.

After what felt like forever, school was finally over. All the kids were walking with their friends, talking with one another, and joking around. I wish I had that. Izuku continued walking towards the gate, and as he was walking, he felt many eyes on him. He squeezed his bookbag tighter than he did before and proceeded to walk.

As he walks by, he hears mutter among the students. He was able to understand some of it, but it was enough to make him feel down. He continued gazing at the ground and walked faster.

He finally reached the gate and turned the corner, to get punched into the wall. He slowly lifted his upper body up but was kicked down by the head. He wasn't able to see who he was, but he could tell with his voice. Why now, Kacchan?