Over the edge - a rewrite

Prologue (Part 1) - Origin

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"All men are not created equal".

That's all I remember thinking, that one phrase jumping out to me in a sea of thoughts crowding my head. I looked in the face of someone stronger than I was, finally making me come to terms with the fact that I was the weaker one there. "You don't stand a chance without a quirk.", it was true. I wasn't blessed with any way to defend myself, no powers, no fighting spirit, not even just simple confrontation skills. I had nothing to save me except for my natural ability to get back up again after being beaten.

I stood there cowering before him; Katsuki Bakugou, or as most people called him back then, "Kacchan". The smell of warm, sickly sweet smoke filled the air as he pounded his fist infront of my face.

"Deku". According to Kacchan, you can read it on the last symbol of my name, he shortened it from "Dekunobou". It means a good for nothing. Wow. I guess that's how he's always viewed me.

I sit now in class, only dreaming of finally standing up for myself after years of the same relentless belittlement from my peers.  Ever since quirks first appeared, the global crime rate increased substantially, hence the need for heroes. From my first memories, all I can remember is the fact that I've always loved heroes, and their intentions of justice to protect citizens so that they can live a normal life. But I think I know better than anyone else that I won't ever fulfill my goal to stand up there with the pros any time soon..

"So, as third year students it's time to start thinking seriously about your futures and what you want to do with your lives", My teacher pierced through my thoughts with, "I could pass out some career aptitude tests, but why bother?"

I'm unsure of what this could entail, his tone of voice loud and serious sounding. I get a little nervous.

...

His tone lightens and cheers up, as he throws the tests in the air, "I know you all want to go to the hero track!"

Oh no. I have a feeling that Kacchan will find some way to single me out because of this.

I try my best to ignore the uproar and excitement of my peers, holding my hand next to my ear to somewhat block out the noise. Then, almost as if he could tell it would annoy everyone, in that moment a voice cut through the shouting.

"Hey, teach! Don't lump me in with this bunch of losers. I'm the real deal, but these guys'll be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted D-lister." Katsuki confidently stated, as if he truly believed what he said, making sure to add a quick "Hah" to inflict full damage. He sits disrespectfully with his feet up on the desk, his chair leaning back, smirking, proud of what he'd done. I'm surprised he hasn't fallen, but his immaculate balance keeps him suspended in this pose. 

Offense doesn't begin to describe the way that his words were interpreted by the class, each yelling back insults and nitpicking things about him as a final jab. The thing about Kacchan, he really doesn't care what others think about him and says what he likes because he's strong enough to deal with the backlash.

I mean he has every reason to be proud. He has good grades, he was gifted with a great Quirk and has great potential to be a pro some day. I wish I could be where he is right now.. but not everyone thinks so highly of Kacchan.

"Let's go I'll take you all on!" He taunts, only feeding the fire.

"Huh. You've got impressive test results, maybe you will get into UA" The teacher chimes in, feeding his grotesquely huge ego even more than normal. In hearing this news, Kacchan looks around the room smugly, a huge ugly grin creeping along his face.