𝕀𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝚒𝚝 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂? [ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ!ᴅᴇᴋᴜ ᴀᴜ] (discontinued)

Prologue

Rain poured down the sadly lit streets, lamps flickering feebly. It was almost deserted, with a person hurrying to find shelter from time to time. Among them, however, was a young man in a black coat.  He walked down the sidewalk hurriedly, clutching a large bundle to his chest, careful to shield it from the rain.

The figure looked down at the bundle, which moved. A small child, no older than five, poked his head out, shivering. His hair was split down the middle, half red, half white, and had bandages over his face.

"T-Touya, I'm cold..."

Touya looked down at the child. Ever since his mother had Shouto, she started acting more and more unlike herself, to the point of where she broke down and poured boiling water on the poor kid's face. After that, his father had put Mother in an asylum, and Touya had decided enough was enough. The house wasn't safe for him and his younger brother. Not with his father around.

Tours started running through the streets, hoping to find a safe place for Shouto. He felt like he'd been walking forever, and ever, and ever.... but he had to keep going, unless he wanted to go back to hell. He pushed Shouto's head against his chest in and effort to keep him warm.

"We'll find someplace safe soon..."

"I promise."

***

Several years later....

"Damn nerd! Maybe you should just throw yourself off the roof! Your quirkless ass will never amount to anything!"

A boy with ruby red eyes stood menacingly over a considerably shorter and scrawnier kid with green hair, who was clutching a notebook to his chest.

"K-Kacchan, that's a little mean—" the green haired kid said, daring to look up at the explosive boy. Kacchan grinned, but it wasn't a kind grin. He held the kid down and took his notebook, looking down at the cover. He laughed.

"'Hero studies for the future?' Oh please, how fucking pathetic is that?? Stupid Deku! Don't tell me you're actually gonna try and get into a hero course! Lemme guess, you're gonna go for UA! Hah! You are!" He leans in close to the young teen, smiling. "Well guess what? I'm going to be the only one to make it into UA because I'm the best, whereas you will be stuck with some shitty job that won't matter, because no one will remember you anyway!"

The boy nicknamed "Deku," tried to reach for his notebook, then stopped. Was it really worth it anyway? Maybe Kacchan was right. He was quirkless, which put him at a disadvantage to get into UA. Maybe he could try for general studies—

"Hey! You're muttering again dammit! It pisses me off! You know what I do to people that piss me off, don't you?" Kacchan grinned like crazy, and with a horrified look from Deku, he tore the notebook in half and blew it up, leaving nothing but charred paper. The boy's eyes welled up with tears.

"W-Why would you do that?" He stuttered. He looked up at Kacchan, only to see a fist flying towards his face, but it was too late to dodge it. He hit Deku in the nose, causing it to shoot up with white hot pain. When Kacchan pulled his fist away, there was a smear of blood on it. He wiped it on his black uniform, disgusted. 

"Don't ever think about being a hero again, you hear me?" Kacchan sneered at him before turning and leaving the room. Deku clutched his hand to his face, trying to stop the flow of blood and his tears. He gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked out, trying to stop the blood with his sleeve. He didn't bother try to save his notebook, all his notes would be unreadable anyway. The idea that his hard work was gone made the tears harder to stop, until he was sobbing at the back of the middle school, sad and lonely.