ℑ𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶?
Weird... that's one word. A rather rude one, but it was the right one to describe me. Or delusional, considering I want to be a hero, but my quirk is so useless.
Izuku had a very... dark mindset. When he first met his childhood friend, Katsuki Bakugo, he started dragging him into his schemes. Inko didn't mind much, brushing it off as the creative mind of a young boy. She was a supportive mother, so she let him do a lot of things other kids couldn't-
-No, he wasn't allowed to do drugs, get your mind outa the gutter.
Hell, at the crisp age of 10 he was allowed to go outside at night, alone. All he needed was his phone, his location on, and to come back before 9:30.
One night, she was in his room, helping him clean it, when she found a rat corpse he put in a jar. She screamed so loud the neighbors came to check on the two. Izuku said it was his special little friend he found on a walk, so she let him keep it. That's most likely one of the reasons he's being bullied.
"Oi, Deku. Whatcha thinking about this time? Do you wanna hit the teacher and put his kinda in a jar?" Katsuki taunted. Izuku only looked up and him, rolling his eyes.
"Don't be silly," he started, making Katsuki's underling heart race. "His lungs would be too big to fit in a jar. I'd need a larger container, like a-"
"You're so fuckin weird!"
