MHA Stories i find on Ao3

Yuuei Survival Guide (Pt1)

By: LowlyWriter

When Izuku got his official Yuuei acceptance letter, it was like his whole world shifted. He felt like his life— everything he'd known— his whole world even, had been tugged out from under him, like a rug he'd been standing on pulled straight out from under his feet.

In a good way, of course.

The best way, because he did it.

He finally did.

He'd been dreaming of attending Yuuei High School from the moment he could really talk— from that first time he'd seen All Might on the news years ago, grinning widely, a promise to everyone watching, as he carted injured and unconscious civilians out of a collapsed building.

Izuku had known from that exact second, that he wanted to be just like All Might when he grew up.

But his dreams had never seemed achievable, not to anyone but him.

He'd always known that.

From the very moment he'd been diagnosed Quirkless, the x-rays his pediatrician had shown his mother and him when he was just five-years-old, showing that little, life defining joint that would forever make him an outcast in a Quirked society. The diagnosis people treated as if it was some deadly ailment, instead of just a lack of Quirk.

He'd known since he was first diagnosed that he'd never be like everyone else, that he'd never have it easy like everyone else.

But he'd tried not to let it stop him.

Tried being the key word there.

It was easier said than done in a world dominated by Quirked individuals.

One by one he'd had to pluck out what few dreams he had when they didn't seem viable, or when people told him he'd never be able to do them as a Quirkless child.

But the one dream he could never seem to shake, the one he held the closest to his chest, was to become a hero like All Might. To be the hero who smiled no matter what, the one people looked up to, the one who people looked to for guidance and support in trying times.

It's all he'd ever wanted for himself, all he'd ever wanted to be in the world since he was tiny.

It didn't matter who told him it was useless to try, it didn't matter who said he'd never be able to do it, Izuku could never let go of it.

It was his dream.

All he'd ever wanted in life.

So he wasn't going to give up, no matter who was telling him to.

He believed in himself, even if no one else did.

And he'd worked so hard to get to this point.

He'd worked hard in junior high, knowing he didn't have a cool Quirk (or any Quirk) to fall back on or boost his chances of getting accepted into the school. He'd studied hard, and managed to get grades good enough to get him a seat in the written entrance exam for Yuuei High School, the very school where so many amazing Pro Heroes, All Might amongst them, had graduated.

The school that trained the best of the best, and he'd somehow managed to scrape his way into their test taker pool.

He'd been waiting for this since he was a child.

Izuku had never worked so hard for anything in his life— spending so many hours studying, striving as a Quirkless child to get the best grades in the class, to know the most knowledge, to impress the right people so they'd give him a chance. And training his ass off when he wasn't hunched over school notes, working until his limbs felt like jelly and he could hardly stand with the muscle fatigue, only to keep going, to force himself on, because he couldn't give up. Spending hours upon hours at Dagobah beach with All Might, hoping and praying that he'd be able to prove he was good enough to inherit the man's super cool transferable Quirk, the very thing that would change his life.