Red hood Legacy

Chapter 1:Shadows of Despair

The rain fell in relentless sheets, each drop a piercing reminder of the darkness that engulfed Izuku Midoriya’s life. Each gust of wind howled like the voices in his head, echoing the taunts and jeers of his classmates—especially Katsuki Bakugo, who had long reveled in his torment. As he trudged through the murky streets, his mind reeled with memories that stung like the cold water seeping through his clothes.

At just five years old, Izuku had been left at the orphanage by his mother, Inko Midoriya. In the haze of his young mind, he could still remember the day she walked away, her figure retreating into the distance, leaving him clinging to the frayed edges of hope. The pain of abandonment had carved deep grooves into his heart, each year in the orphanage a reminder that he was unwanted, unworthy. The other kids, all with their quirks, looked at him with a mixture of pity and disdain. They had parents who loved them, who believed in them. But Izuku had nothing—no family, no quirk, and no future.

He was simply a ghost in their world, a shadow that barely registered against the vibrancy of their powers. He remembered the day he found out he was quirkless, the moment that solidified his position as an outcast. The world had shifted beneath him, shattering the fragile dreams he had woven around the notion of becoming a hero.

His mind flashed back to the playground where he had stood, heart pounding, as Bakugo’s laughter echoed in his ears. “What’s wrong, Deku? Can’t even make a move without a quirk?” The taunts had come like a torrential downpour, each word a dagger to his already bruised soul. The laughter of his classmates mingled with Bakugo’s insults, and he had felt so small, so powerless.

The echoes of that moment haunted him, but nothing compared to the crushing blow he had received just days ago from the symbol of peace himself, All Might. “You can’t become a hero without a quirk,” the hero had said, his voice booming yet devoid of the warmth Izuku had desperately sought. The words had struck him harder than any villain’s blow, crumpling his dreams and leaving him in a pile of shattered ambitions. Izuku’s heart had splintered at that moment, the reality of his quirklessness cementing itself like an anchor dragging him into the depths of despair.

Now, as the storm raged around him, he felt a kind of kinship with the turbulent sky. The dark clouds roiled overhead, mirroring the storm inside him, and the rain fell like tears from a grieving world. Izuku sought solace in the quiet corners of his mind, where dreams of heroism had once flourished, but now only echoed with despair.

The streets were nearly deserted, the relentless downpour driving everyone indoors. Each step was heavy, laden with the weight of his sorrow. He didn’t know where he was going, but he felt an undeniable pull—a call to find an end to the anguish that had become his constant companion. His heart raced with each passing moment, torn between the desire to find peace and the lingering thread of survival that had kept him alive all these years.

He wandered aimlessly, his surroundings blurring into a haze of rain and darkness. With every flash of lightning, he was reminded of his pain—a brilliant strike illuminating the stark reality that he had no one to turn to. The orphanage had offered little comfort; it was just a cold, sterile place where hope was buried beneath layers of neglect. The staff barely acknowledged him, too busy attending to the children with quirks.

A small part of him wondered if his mother ever thought of him, if she regretted leaving him. But the more rational part dismissed it, knowing she had made her choice. He was better off without her—at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Yet the thought twisted in his gut, gnawing at him, a constant reminder of his worthlessness.

He found himself standing on a deserted bridge, the water churning violently below. The storm raged on, nature mirroring the tempest within him. Raindrops splattered against the ground, mingling with the tears that streamed down his face, though he didn’t realize he was crying.