The road less traveled

Gin and Tonic

(A/N Deku is in his twenties here)
(ART CREDIT GOES TO VALROM)

As I rest my head on the cold surface of the bar, I take a second to observe my drink. A strait gin and tonic, simple and cheap, there must be something poetic to this.
But no, I rotate my head around to take stock of my surroundings. "A dive bar?" Normally I frequent more upbeat establishments, why did I come here again? Oh right, another lay-off, 3rd one this year alone.
With quirks becoming more and more popular in recent years, people have taken to employing only those who have ability's that help in the workplace.
"What the hell is so great about q-*hic* quirks anyway?" I rested there pondering why people seem so incredibly enamored with quirks, what is it? Is it the novelty? No, most of the population has one, so it's not that novel of a concept. Usefulness, maybe, but what about the useless quirks, I have more ability than most of those freaks.
Composing myself and sitting up from the vacant bar, I look up to see some bright flashing lights. Wait, no, that's just the television mounted to the wall, I have such a headache. Through the loud explosions I make out the announcers voice, "Dynamic duo, Ground Zero and Uravity, have taken down yet another villain with no difficulty!"
"How have you been Kachan?" I say to the screen, of course nobody called him that anymore, now he's "Ground Zero." And of course his partner who speaks for him most of the time, "Uravity."
I despised Kachan for his natural abilities, but his partner, that was a different story. She appeared as if she waltzed right out of a dream; she had gorgeous clear brown eyes, flawless brown hair, and two adorable pink spots on her cheeks that her smile would connect. How did she end up being partnered with Kachan?
They did seem to work well together, she would make him float and he would blast around the place, she would then use the ruble as projectiles.
But why, why could it not of been me blasting around and defeating villains with a smile?
"A smile, smile...heh." I remembered why it could not be me, I'm just a quirk-less nobody. Just another face in the crowd, another body, another no one.
Although I can still remember a time when a smile disappeared and told me that I could never be a hero.
"In other news, Lemillion saves entire elementary school from Bearhead." Lemillion clearly had some relation to All Might. Nobody else seemed to make the connection that a mere month after his retirement, somebody with his exact powers appeared. I know this because of my notes, my notes also are packed with knowledge of every hero that crossed into the limelight. "Why do I still keep this thing around?" I ponder aloud as if hoping for an answer, no such luck I'm afraid, although the bartender looks at me weird.
At least I think he's looking at me, his head resembled a keg, and his eyes were old corks.
I pull the book up to the table, it's been burned, torn and cut, several times, yet I still use it. I don't know why, maybe it's like a reminder of happier days, when I still plastered my room in All Might merchandise. Speaking of which...I flip the book open the page I know to well, the signature. And just like always, there it is looking me right in the face, in big bold signed letters...

ALL MIGHT

Always still there no matter how many times I check, a unforgettably grim reminder that no matter how hard I try, I will never be a hero.
"All Might, I wonder if this signature is worth anything besides sentimental value." As if anyone even remembers all Might by this point, so that plans a bust. "What am I going to do?" I spitter as I reach for my drink, it seems as if it's getting farther and farther away from me, no wait... I'm falling backwards off my chair. As I hit the ground with an audible crack, I gaze up to the dirty ceiling, feeling utterly defeated. If this is rock bottom then where will I go? I prop myself up using my elbows and straitened my tie, although this seems like a wasted gesture. Many thoughts raced past my mind, what am I going to do for money? What do I do for a career? And why not this stain get out of my tie? It's a darker red then my normal tie, although I can't quite figure out what it's from. I attempt to wet my rouge the try and rub it out, but that seems to make it worse. I try to re-wet my thumb, noticing that the dark red is on both my thumb and my tie, that's not liquor. That's blood coming from my mouth, I wriggle my tongue to find the cut, it takes me a moment before I realize that when I fell over, I bit my tongue. I rush to grab some napkins over on the counter to stop the bleeding, I felt like a idiot trying to staunch the bleeding with cheap paper. "Hey, green-head!" Confused, I look around to see the bartender beckoning me towards him.
"You look like the desperate type, well are ya'?" Ignoring is rudeness, and drunk beyond sane thought, I shook my head in agreement.
"Look 'ere, I have some... friends who hold there meetings in here on specific times, if you leave a generous tip, it might lead you to good work."
Out of sheer drunken curiosity, I take out about $74 from my wallet and deposit it into the tip jar.
He leans over the counter, I can here his heads contents sloshing. He gets right up to my chest and puts a small sheet of paper in my jacket pocket, he then proceeds to walk right out the door. Confused, I pull the paper out of my chest pocket and read...

Welcome to the league of villains

Chapter 1?
Idk