"So, what?"

Kaboom!
Izuku frantically ran down the halls of his middle school, taking a sharp turn to the next hallway. "Crap!" He whined when he saw other kids cornering the next hallway, too.
"You're dead, Deku!" Izuku heard explosions in the distance. He couldn't tell if that was just his heart racing or if it was the explosive boy getting closer. Midoriya thought of all the possibilities before groaning, and grabbing someone's shoulders, jumping over them. He stumbled a bit, but caught himself and ran off.
He tried every door, and to his luck, the janitor's closet was open. He scurried in, closing the door in a panic. He heard the stampede of kids run by the janitor's closet. He sighed in relief, trying to open the door. He kept trying, until he realized it locked from the outside.
"CRAP!" He yelled.
This was the average life for a quirkless kid like him. The thing is, he had something no one else had. An overwhelming amount of pure hope, enthusiasm, and energy. He never belittled himself. He knew he was hell of smart, super athletic, and extremely talented. So, who cares if he was in the face of adversity every day? So what?