Stolen Chances

chapter 1 - Childhood mistakes will never be forgotten

  In hindsight, that was the day everything started. Not that the green haired boy on the playground knew that at the moment. He had only realised it a few months later when it was too late to fix it. Right now, the boy was hugging his knees, sobbing under the trees.

The kids were so mean, they had always been mean. He would have a Quirk, he knew he would. And it would be awesome, it would be strong, and powerful, the Quirk of a hero.

(The same boy would spend the next decade telling everyone he was quirkless.)

Izuku flexed his small fingers, seeing the first shades of bruises creeping slowly on his pink skin. Rough housing was fun, playing was fun. Three Quirked kids against one wasn't. Kacchan was mean. That wasn't really a surprise, he was always mean. But he was so cool! He was so strong, so powerful, so confident. He always said he wanted to be a hero and, with a Quirk like his, Izuku was sure he would be one some day.

Although....at the moment, the green-haired boy found it hard to picture his friend as a hero. Weren't heroes supossed to protect people? Weren't they supossed to be good and kind like All Might? He knew that they couldn't be all like All Might, All Might was unique, he was the best and the greatest, and Izuku would be like him one day (even if Dad said he had to be his own hero).... but the others could at least try. Kacchan wanted to win. But wasn't he supossed to also protect?

(Not all heroes think like that)

Izuku wiped his tears and got up. He would protect the poeple Kacchan couldn't save. He would make sure he saved everyone. He would make sure that his friend became a great hero. He streched his limbs and squinted as the sun entered his eyes. It was late, and Mom would be worried. He didn't want to worry Mom. The park was empty, which was odd. The other kids probably didn't want to anger Kacchan after is outburst. But he couldn't let his friend bully that boy.

That boy left soon after and didn't look back. He didn't come back to help him after the other boys left him bruised and battered on the ground none of the others did.

Many people want to be heroes, but not everyone has te heart for it. Dad was right. Then, he would just have to make sure he had the heart of one.

Determined steps kicked the ground behind him and Izuku turned to face his angry-looking friend.

"Kacchan, what are you doing here? You'll miss lunch!" Izuku was worried. If Kacchan missed lunch, he would be cranky and if he was cranky there was a bigger chance of attaching other kids.

"Don't tell me what to do!" he barked."I came back because those stupid extras couldn't make a decent villain. You're the only one who knows how to actually monologue, so come. I wanna kick your ass."

Izuku pouted."But I don't want to be a villain!"

(I'm not a villain)

Kacchan frowned."Fine, next time you'll be the damsel! Now come, we don't have all day."

"But I don't want to play!" Izuku said, standing his ground, for the first time without tears in his eyes. He was dirty, and tired, and hungry and didn't want to spend the rest of the day in the sun.

Kacchan glowered."Come already, you stupid Deku" he said it in a low, dangerous voice, a voice that promised burns and bruises and hours of tears in the dark, sobs quiet enough to not wake his parents.

!No."

The blond got mad."When I tell you to come, you come!" he yelled as he roughly grabbed the smaller boy and started dragging him away. Small yet merciless fingers burned his skin. Izuku was scared, cold sweat down is spine. Why was his friend attacking? Why was he hurting him? Izuku grabbed the chubby childlike wrist and tried to pry it off.