Itsumi Midoriya viewed the world differently opposed to her brother's beliefs. She never really found the admiration for heroes, nor did she see the greater good. To put it simply, her mind was something different.
People always noticed her offsett...
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ITSUMI's POV AT THE AGE of four, I received my quirk like most of the world's population. It was similar to my mother's, Inko, but instead of just attracting small objects - I could attract and repulse them. I could pull objects of any size towards me and I could push them away just as well.
Though, as I received a quirk, my younger brother never did. He had the inability to gain a quirk due to an extra bone in his pinkie toe. I was seven when I remembered his distraught look, so void and utterly empty of any emotion. It was a normal reaction I guess, especially since he wanted to be a hero like his idol, All Might.
I never understood the necessity of heroism. We already had cops, why do we need super heroes? Sure, they had extreme quirks that can help, but is that all? In fact, the heroes kind of annoyed me. People always praised heroes, but they never accounted for the effects of having a hero in families.
The constant worry for their safety, both family and hero. The feeling of neglect because they're always away and out saving people. The bottled stress because the family doesn't always agree for their actions. The facade, forced to be happy and grateful while the hero in the family is out and about whilst in danger.
It's toxic.
Maybe my clear distaste for heroes first started due to our father leaving. I was young, but still old enough to remember it clearly, when he left. He left because he was offered a job to be a hero abroad, and though he sent money, his absence affected our mother very much. To grow attached to him, to love him, yet to suddenly watch as he leaves to pursue being a hero? Choosing being a hero over his family?
I've asked myself many times that same question. However, the more I thought about it, the more I grew to despise heroes. Then, the more I noticed the effects of his sudden departure on Inko and Izuku over the years, my feelings for my father spiraled downwards very fast - until I hated him.
And with my hatred of him, my disdain for heroes grew just as bitter.
So, yes, why do we need them? To save people? To defeat villains? Why do people praise them? Why do kids wish to be like them? Just why? Why are they important? They're just like everybody else. They're normal. They neglect others for their personal tasks.
I just didn't understand the need for heroes. I think I never will. However, with the absence of my father, I seemed to grow detached - as some may say. My emotions went from normal to muted, almost like I felt nothing. I grew distant from my mother and brother, I pushed them away. Not because I was angry or mad at them, it was just because I couldn't properly connect with them anymore. I tried. I compensated my lack of emotion with acts of kindness and compassion, but that was my limit.
So, as I walked my brother to school, I inwardly grimaced as he pulled me along - taking a detour. I instantly knew that we were going to a hero sighting. His need to praise heroes was almost repulsive to me. No, it is repulsive, but I put up with it. Though, as we made it to a crowd, my grimace was on full effect.
