An Angels Secret (DISCONTINUED)

Izuku Midoryia

(edited 3/17/2020)
(Also, I never use proper pronouns till the charater has been properly introduced. More names. So sorry if I suddenly switch to using the male pronouns for him like... Half way through?)
  Third person

   It was a bright day, the sun out, and little clouds to be seen. The sunlight, warm to the touch, lit up the streets with a pale yellow. Making the morning dew sparkle like crystals. The sparkling dew, a contrast to the dark greens and greys of the ground.

  It would be horrible to stay inside right? Well, sadly kids and teens alike are all stuck in school. But in the distance, you could in fact see a brilliant structure.

  UA.

  The highschool every young person dreams to go to now. It stood high above the over buildings, the windows protesting the students who were lucky enough to be accepted. If you look closely, you could see the very promising students of class 2-A.

  A large blonde, with light blue eyes and a large frame, hugging a small raven black haired male, with pointed ears and eyes that screamed "why?" The light blue, long, hair of a female bobbing up and down as the owner of the hair laughed at her freinds antics.

  But that's not the story's focus now is it? No, if you look away from the gleaming structure, you  would see buildings upon buildings. In Japan, it was common to see people walking around, and if you look closely, you could see a young teen skipping down the side walk.

  The teen looked no more then thirteen, with curly green locks and dark shadows. With tan skin, that gleamed in the sun light. The young greenette had big, round, green eyes, with swirls of gold mixed in. Eyes that held mystery, and many more emotions.

  The teen had freckles that dotted every now and then, with eight apparent on each side, forming the shape of a diamond. The teen wore over sized cloths, a classic uniform of a black collared shirt and pants. The greenette held a bright yellow backpack with one hand, and appeared to be trying to smooth out their hair  with the other.

  Big, bright, red shoes peaked out from under the long black pants.

 
  The teen opened their mouth to yawn, exposing cainines that would make anyone at least a little freaked out. If you really looked, you could see that the teens tounge   was rough, like one a cat has.

  Why? Well, the teen never spoke about it. But they knew the story, the story of the first appearence of the things people now days call normal.

  Quirks. Or in other words, ones individuality. They appeared long ago, with people realizing that no others could do what they could. From making ice, to just having weird eyes.

  These quirks, were feared back then , but now, they were considered as normals, and if you didn't have one.....

Good luck.

  Quirkless. That's what they call those with no quirk. They take up twenty percent of the population, and are viewed as lower, as if they shouldn't exist.

  There are laws about it, but do they really care? No. No they don't.

  But, enough of that, let's get back on track now, shall we?

  The teen seemed to stop infront of a building, Aldera Middle School, was on the front. The teen seemed to hesitate before starting to walk though the gates. 

  The teen spared a glance at something on the sidewalk.

  It was a huge dent, with what looked to be dried blood still in what looked to be the cracks.

  The teen flinched as if being struck, but then continued in a faster pace into the school.

  People advoided the teen like the plague, almost as if the teen was something to fear. But instead, the looks in all of the other teens eyes told a different story. One of full disgust and hatred.

  The teen lowered his head, advoiding all of their gazes. But the emotions in the deep emerald, told a story of sadness and hurt.

  This, this kid was-

  "DEEEEEKKKKKUUUUUU!!!!"

  The teen was then grabed by the collar of their uniform and lifted of the ground. Right into the face of an explosive Pomeranian.

  No wait- What I ment was a very tall, and muscular, blonde. With spiky blond hair and bright, crimson, eyes. Narrowed in anger almost. But it held the smallest traces of sorrow.
 

  "STAY OUT OF MY WAY YOU DAMN NERD!"

  "Y-yes K... Kacchan!"

  Responded the teen, the so dubed Kacchan, tched and dropped the one called Deku. Then the Kacchan stalked off, and started yelling at another teen who had gotten in his way.

  The "Deku" sighed, and picked themself off the ground and continued to their class. Sighing as they finally opened the door and quickly made their way to their seat.

  The teen took out their phone, going onto an article recently posted. All about how their was a recent attack and a new pro debuting.

  The teen sighed and put their phone away, watching the teacher walk in and start class. Starting with role call of course.

  The teen watched as he listed of names getting to two important ones.

  "Katsuki Bakugou"

  "Tch."

  "Izuku Midoryia? "

The teen silently raised their hand, only for the teacher to once again speak.

  "Izuku Midoryia? Are you here?"

  The teen, now dubed Izuku, sighed in defeat.

  "H.... here...."

  "Good! Now answer when your name is called mister! Or you'll never go anywhere in life being silent! "

  Midoryia sighed, looking down at his hands, this...

  This was Izuku Midoryia, and this was his story.