Hello, Kittens!

I feel like shit, but I am deciding to update anyway!

This fic has been in the back of my mind for months so here ya go!

*Casually ignores my 14 other stories that I should update, but don't have the motivation to*

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All men are not created equal. This was the reality I learned about society at the young age of four. And that was my first and last set back.

This is the story of how I became the world's greatest hero!

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Haha! Yeah, no. If that's the story you came for you came to the wrong place buddy because oh boy are you about to go on a wild ride and learn just how I became japan's most infamous vigilante! And a hero to I guess.

♚𝕂♚𝕀♚𝕎♚𝕀♚𝕂♚𝕀♚𝕎♚𝕀♚𝕂♚𝕀♚𝕎♚𝕀♚𝕂♚𝕀♚𝕎♚𝕀♚𝕂♚𝕀♚𝕎♚𝕀♚𝕂♚𝕀♚𝕎♚𝕀♚

From a young age, Izuku Midoriya had wanted to be a hero. Even before he was old enough to understand what they really did, he just knew that he wanted to be one. It helped that his childhood friend also held the same dream, clutched in tiny hands.

Katsuki Bakugou. Kacchan, as Izuku called him. Was amazing in every way to the green haired boy. Kacchan was always leading everyone, always showing all of the qualities that would make a great hero.

Until his quirk came in.

It was like a switch had been flipped within the small red-eyed boy. He went from helping people weaker than him and lifting others up, to beating everyone around him down. Forcing them to their knees and making them beg for mercy.

In short. He became a terror. A tyrant. A mere shell of his younger, sweeter self.

And then there was Izuku. Sweet, innocent, naive Izuku continued to fallow the blond like a lost puppy, even as he was treated like dirt. He believed that things would change once he got his quirk.

He believed that he could change the blond boy back into his sweet, caring self.

What a joke.

Kacchan. That innocent child died the day his first explosion light his palms. That small, resounding pop and the endless praise that came afterward was the catalyst that killed him.

And Izuku had no hope of changing him back.

Why?

He was diagnosed as quirkless. Diagnosed like it was some disease.

And considering all of the shit that came afterward, Izuku would tell you its more of a curse.

His mother no longer looked at him with the loving eyes of a mother. Instead, she looked at him with emotionless, washed-out green eyes that said, "You aren't my child, and you never will be."

Izuku at that young age didn't understand why everyone started to ignore him. Why they started to push him away. Why the adults would brush him off when he asked for help. Why he would be the one punished for telling on the other kids that would hurt him and call him names.

Four-year-old Izuku didn't understand any of it, but as he got older he realized what it was. Especially when it slapped him dead in the face in the form of Bakugou screaming at him.

"You're a quirkless loser!"

"You're useless!"

"A Deku!"

"You'll never amount to anything!"

"You'll never be a hero!"

Izuku Midoriya ran away at the tender age of seven years old.

No one reported it. Why would they?

He was worthless after all.