The "Broker" Tradition

My World

Izuku's P.O.V.

Ever since I was four, I learned the hard truth that all people are not equal. But I was a fool when I was younger, so I got addicted to these people called 'Heroes'.  Boy, was I a fool.

"So, class. You all have ideas for the future, right?" My teacher spoke up. Almost everybody burst out their quirks. It was obvious what they all wanted to be. Everybody with a quirk would usually become a 'Hero'. It's so easy to see.

"It's good to see that you all want to be Heroes class, but you all know the rules about Quirks in school!" The teacher scolded, and everyone deactivated their Quirks.

"Don't compare me to all these useless Bastards, Teach!" Kacchan growled. I sighed. Kacchan, when will you stay quiet for longer than 1 minute?

"Oh! I heard that Izuku will be trying out for U.A.!" The whole class turned towards me in shock. I looked all of them in the eyes. These people's faces are priceless. I smirked. Kacchan then blew me to the wall in the back of the room using his Quirk.

"Huh? Since when did a useless, Quirkless, Deku try out for one of the Hero schools?" He asked, anger clear in his voice. All of the students were looking down on me. Now I was mad. I glared back at his eyes. I smirked again. These idiots. They all think that just because a person is Quirkless, they can't become a 'Hero'. I'll prove them wrong. I'll show them that Quirkless people aren't powerless.

"You all think that Quirkless people are just weak. Weak and don't have any potential." I stood up. "You're all wrong." And with that, he snapped.

"Since when did a Deku like you get the permission to talk back?" He growled, lifting me up by the collar of my shirt. I laughed.

"Hnn! Ha...ha,hahahaHAHAHAHAA!" My eyes were wide and I was grinning. Now one eyebrow was down.

"And I have a question." He growled in his throat at my statement.

"Since when was I ever a 'Deku'?" I raised my head when I said it, so I was the one looking down on him instead of him down on me. He got even angrier. For him, there are never any limits to his anger.

"You fucking bas-"

"That's enough!" The teacher yelled. She was behind Kacchan. She then hit him on the head with the roll of papers she had in her hand. He winced a little. He growled deeper and louder than before and glared in my eyes one last time.

We both sat down. He glanced back at me, and I lolled my tongue out. He grit his teeth, fighting back the urge to hang me on that wall again. I started fixing my shirt, in hope of mocking him. He obviously took the bait. He put his hand in his desk and created small explosions for the rest of the day. I guess that helps with his anger.

It was annoying, the explosions, since I could hear it, but I ignored it. It was finally the end of the day. Kacchan came up to me as I was getting my things. He grabbed one of my notebooks.

"Hero analysis for the Future #13??  Why would anybody have something like this?"

"Give it back, Kacchan." I growled at him. He started waving it in front of my face.

"And why should I?" I glared at him. He grinned as he held it in one hand and made a fist with the other. I knew what he was about to do.

"Don't do it, Kacchan." I warned. He didn't listen as he slammed his hands together and burned the book with his explosions. He threw it out the window after that.

"If you want it back, you can jump out the window after it." He said as he walked pass me.

Why are you always so mean to me, Kacchan?