At a young age, Izuku Midoriya gave up his dream to become a hero. He didn't have a quirk. He was not special. He longed to be remembered. He wanted to be known. He wanted people to see him, and what he did, and smile.
It was only at age 15 did he realize that seeing them suffer may be even more enjoyable, and that the quirk he had never known was a beautifully horrible one indeed. It was time to create art, and time to change the world forever.
(A.K.A The words of a mother break a child, and from the pieces, something else is made. Tags will be updated as the story progresses.)
(dont sue me raintemple)
Izuku quit dreaming of becoming a pro hero after three times of being denied. He decided to screw it, and just be normal. He has part time jobs, he recently graduated, he has a car, a nice apartment. And the support from his mom. That is all he needs.
What he doesn't need is his childhood bully showing up in his Pro Hero costume outside his door. Or outside the window to his jobs. Or anywhere near him to be honest.
But Izuku can't catch a break as Bakugo keeps asking him to become a hero.
"Come on. You can become a hero." Bakugo said moving to stand in front of Izuku.
"No, bitch. Now move over so I can clean up this spot. Also, fuck you." Izuku retorted with a broom in his hand
This is kind of like crack treated seriously. So don't take it too seriously at times.