My Stray Dog Academia

Prologue

Things to know about this:

1. It's an AU, not everything will be canon.

2. Bakugo isn't actually mean to Deku, it's a facade.

3. People with abilities are considered worse than those without quirks.

4. Deku/Dazai has an eidetic memory and can also remember things from inside the womb, hence why he knew of the Port Mafia his whole life. (can't remember the name of the condition)

5. Constructive criticism is accepted, but I don't want you to just straight up insult my writing just because you don't like it.

6. Deku/Dazai is still suicidal he just hides it in front of people like his mother and therapists.

7. Please don't be mean about this, it's my first time writing a story that isn't a reaction fic. (in a while at least)

8. The other BSD characters will be introduced as middle school classmates and Support course students, Gen Ed students, and Business course students.

~When he was born~

Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and cold. There were bright lights, and I was crying. My name is Osamu Dazai, but most people know me as Izuku Midoriya. I remember being in the womb. Many would view that as a blessing, but it's more of a curse.

~when he was four~

"Hey mom? What's an Ability?"

"It's like a quirk, but less heroic."

That's what I was taught from the very beginning. Those with abilities were less than those with quirks. We lived in Yokohoma, which is a prime spot for those with abilities, so I was expecting to have one. My father taught me about the mafia and ADA early on, because he wanted me to be ready when the time came. If only I'd realized what those words truly meant. He taught me to fight with knives and taught me to use guns, but we used BB's instead and we trained with plastic knives.

~when he was six~

Mom took me to elementary school today, where I told everyone, I was quirkless. I didn't tell them I have an ability, I might've been young, but I knew that wasn't something to make known. Kachaan and his parents know, since they can be trusted. He pretends to hate me but we're still best friends. He's learned to read my body language better than anyone else, including my mother.

~when he was ten~

I watched someone shoot my dad when we were walking home from a nearby ice cream shop. It was hit-and-run. No one believed me when I said it was the Port Mafia. I don't know how I knew; I just did. I joined the Port Mafia, wanting to destroy it from the inside, but quickly realized it was impossible. At least at this age.

(that's all for now! Feel free to leave a comment if you want me to continue this)