Warning: Suicide Mentioned

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"Fuck, no!"

Okay, I get it. I'm supposed to respect my elders. My mom tried to force that down my throat. It hardly worked. All Might did disrespect me first, though; therefore, I have the right to go back at him. I did feel sorry when he started coughing blood. I have some sympathy! Like, I have one percent sympathy for him!

"Excuse me?" All Might asks, struggling to accept the truth.

"My previous statement is 'I am going to become a hero without a quirk just so I can show the middle finger to all the heroes who said otherwise, including you.' It's possible. Just watch, All Might." I walk past him.

"I wish you luck, Young Izuku." Jeez, he made himself sound so old with the Young part.

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"Hey, mom!" I enter the apartment. It's a simple apartment with all the rooms a regular place should have, including my bedroom.

Mom responds, "In here, Izuku!" She is in the kitchen. I go into the kitchen, seeing my favorite dish on the dining table. Katsudon. OH JESUS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR BLESSING! I'M GLAD SOMEONE FEELS SORRY FOR ME BECAUSE YOUR FATHER CERTAINLY DID NOT!

"It looks great, mom dearest!" I say, giving her a side hug while pulling out plates. We sit down, do a little praying (not that it works for me), and eat.

While we are eating, I would like to describe mom. Otherwise, you won't understand me all the way. My mom is one of those really protective moms, where they will try to limit you as much as possible. This leads to mom believing my quirklessness is a disability. She tries to treat me carefully, and I hate it. There is a reason I'm a rebellious teenager! Mom wants to support my dreams, but she doesn't want me in danger. That includes her not wanting me to be a hero. I love her a whole bunch, but damn! She is one of the main reasons I'm going to be a hero so I can prove her wrong. Being quirkless is not a disability. If anything, I bet I can beat a majority of the kids with quirks at my school, and I have. I got to practice fighting somewhere!

Mom looks at me with a worried look before saying, "So I saw you on television." God, want to pick me up now? No? Okay then. I get it's her job to worry, but come on!

"And?"

"I know that nobody was doing anything, but All Might was coming. You have to wait. Sweetheart, what you did was dangerous."

"Technically, life is dangerous always. I'm just knocking at Death's door every time I walk by because I think he is lonely." If you ever need to get out of trouble, do comedy. It might work 5% of the time. It didn't work this time because she is glaring at me.

"No, leaving the house for the weekend, and you're giving me your phone." Damn it. I hand over my phone, say goodnight to mom, and attempt to go to bed.

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Okay, let's be honest. That hella isn't going to happen. I was born with the ability of rarely needing sleep much to the dismay of Mom. At midnight, I made sure mom was sleeping and climbed out the window. Oddly enough, even though my mom is over-protective like a bear, she has never caught a lot of the things I have done. Don't ask me how. She just has not. It's not like I hide it either. We can't be salty about that, though. If she did catch me, I would be fucking dead!

Back to reality, I'm at Dagobah beach, or, to anyone else, the dumping grounds. I heard it used to be beautiful, but then it went to shit literally when garbage started appearing. You would think the government would get to cleaning it, but no — lazy dicks. Welp, someone has to do it!

It's almost impressive what you find in the place. You can recover from broken mirrors to FULL BLOWN TRUCKS on this beautiful beach. I decided to take it upon myself to start cleaning it because I have nothing else to do. Well, besides sleeping, but I can't, so fuck that! I'm cleaning smaller things at the moment, so I don't destroy my shoes so quickly. However, I'm also looking for metal and any electronic items like wires. My creative habit would get expensive with new, so might as well recycle this shit. I'm specifically looking for parts for that truck previously mentioned because I seriously want to get that thing running, but that is a low chance. Maybe.

I will find a way!

There are actual reasons for me to clean up the beach. The first and should be the main reason is the build muscle. Yes, I have muscle, but I want more! The second, that is, the main reason is so I can bring my date here and say, "You know, I cleaned this beach up, babe." And the rest is history. Too bad no one is willing to date me so that dream will never happen! OH, THE AGONY- 

OH SHIT! I was picking up a piece of plastic when I have to skid to the side, looking to find that stupid scarf. I seem to find Eraserhead, or what I call him, Shouta. We know our given names only because, if he knew my family name, I could be arrested and prosecuted more likely.

"Good to know you're not drunk." Shouta grunts, walking over to me.

"HAVE SOME COMPASSION WILL YA? I HAVEN'T DRANK FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS OR SOMETHING! I'M NOT AN ALCOHOLIC EITHER!" Side note: I checked, and it has been three so ha! Yes, I did drink because I live life to the fullest.

Shouta reaches over to slap me, showing red eyes and raised hair ONLY FOR SCARING ME. I swear to god I'm serious. His quirk erases emitter and transformation quirks so that he can do shit quirk-wise. I know he knows that I'm quirkless. Back to the discussion.

" Shut up. It's midnight in case you can't see that, problem child. What are you even doing here?" He growls.

"Cleaning the beach so I can build a strip club," Hold up a minute, " that might be the smartest thing to come out of my mouth. I might actually try that, want to become a stripper? You have a nice body for it." This almost earns a punch in the stomach if it was not for the fact I dodge. Too bad now we are in a fight. Shouta is a challenge. I am fucked. However, I'm willing to give him a problem. I use the garbage to my advantage to reflect his scarf, and god is he pissed. I manage to avoid him for ten minutes before he finally manages to grab me with his scarf, pulling me towards him with a glare. Eraserhead punches me in the stomach, and I bite my tongue before he lets go. I crumble to the ground from pain. I give him credit because it shut me up!

"Thanks for the warm-up. You're getting better since you stopped indulging yourself."

"Why can't you go against actual villains?"

"There are none around."

"Excuses!" I get a fruit pouch thrown at me.

"Just eat, brat."

"Bitch, I have a name."

"Want to head to the police station?"

"I escaped last time." That part is true. Shouta brought me to the police station when we first met because I was out drunk. Apparently. I'm still smart even when I am drunk because I escaped. That happened a couple of years. Good memories. Too bad I don't remember it. They have not gotten me since because I was wearing a mask that they didn't remove it at the time, and they were trying to figure out my name still. I don't know why I was wearing a mask, but bless my drunk self for being smart. I only know the whole situation because Shouta told me.

"Izuku, just eat. We will complain about our problems afterward." Shouta grumbles as he pulls out his juice pouch to eat.

"Thank you, Shouta," I say, calmly for once in my damn life, and eat the stupid pouch.

Shouta's and my relationship is...interesting. Like I said before, the first time we met, I was drunk. Obviously, that means I remember shit. Let's go over the first time I remember meeting him.

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Down memory lane about six months earlier or something.

After our first meeting, we didn't see each other for a few months. It wasn't like we were looking for each other anyway. Why would I look for someone who sent me to jail? Not that I knew at the time. Back on track, I was out late at night because I got myself into trouble for something I forgot, so I got out. I was looking through an electronic's store garbage can for parts for a project I was working on at the time. I get out of the trashcan with a small keyboard perfect for my project, and I was checking it out when I heard a shoe scrape the pavement. I turn around and see Eraserhead (remember, I don't know his actual name at the time) I automatically recognize him because I do respect the man and his work. I decide for once in my life to attempt to be polite.

"Hello, may I ask why you are creepily waiting for me like that?" Okay, maybe it could use some work.

"I'm wondering why a kid is digging through the garbage can," Eraserhead says, and I can tell he is trying to be cautious.

"Hey, I could be a short adult for all you know!"

"Prove it." Okay, I can do that. I do possibly the stupidest thing anyone can do. I pull out a pack of cigarettes, light one up, and start smoking it while having a casual body style — all in front of a pro-hero. REWARD FOR BEING AN IDIOT GOES TO ME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THANK YOU! Eraserhead sighs, walking over and taking the pack and the cigarette in my mouth, stomping it out.

"I was proving myself, dickwad!"

"Smoking is not the way to do it, kid...or drinking. I know you are the same kid from a few months back. Come on, let's go chat somewhere." Honestly, I have learned not to question my past self at that point. I do what you should do when a stranger/pro-hero tries to take you somewhere, ignoring the fact he recognizes me.

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" I scream as I run off with the keyboard still in my hand. Too bad, I was caught immediately after due to the slow-down from everything with his stupid scarf. Eraserhead drags me on the roof before letting me go and sitting down. He looks at me.

"Sit down or go to the police, your choice." I can be stupid, but I'm a mostly logical person, believe it or not. No way am I able to outrun this guy or the police a second time. I sit down beside him.

"You know this is very suspicious, yes? Especially when one of us looks like a hobo?" Eraserhead does indeed look like a homeless man. Stubble, greasy long black hair and rugged clothes all lead to that direction.

Eraserhead glares at me, " Why do you think I chose the roof?" Okay, I can give him props for that. " Now, would you like to answer my question about my you were in a trashcan?"

"That pretty easy, I was looking for parts for my project."

"What kind of project requires that small of a keyboard?" I get where he is coming from. It's just barely larger than my hand.

"World's smallest portable computer." Eraserhead looks at me with the strangest look.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Okay, maybe he is under-minding my intelligence due to the fact I can seem pretty stupid a majority of the time.

"Alright, then. Why the drinking and smoking habits?"

"Those are not habits. Those are hobbies. There is a difference! Asking God to give me a quirk is a habit and is never going to happen. I snapped out of that phase, at least when I was six. Drinking and smoking are hobbies because they are possible and due to rebellious reasons."

"Kid, you're going to destroy yourself."

"I already tried. God said, 'stay down there,' and Satan will not even look me in the eye."

"That is dark."

"That is where my comedy comes from with a little bit of trash mixed into it." Eraserhead sighs. I can tell he is getting frustrated with me. "How about a deal?"

"Do I want to make a deal with you?"

"Sure, you do! You complain about your problems, and I will complain about mine. We can be the new gossip sisters."

"If that makes you open up, fine. What is your name?"

"Izuku, you? And given name only so I guarantee I won't get arrested."

"Shouta."

And that is how we became besties. Now back to the present!

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Present Time

This is going to sound weird, but I'm the closest to Shouta. He is like the father (more of a brother, but doesn't work in this case so father) that didn't leave me when I was declared quirkless. He was the one who convinced me to stop drinking and smoking somehow. Okay, that part might be because he is my favorite. We merely talk about our problems. This is usually on nights when they are slow, like tonight. If there aren't quiet nights, he will find me on his free nights for some reason. I tried to convince him otherwise, but he is too stubborn. He is the only man I continuously worry about because he is always tired. If he were like me, I would get it. However, he isn't.

"How about your day, problem child?" Shouta asks. He just finished complaining about Present Mic. Present Mic gets the award alongside me for most complained-about man. It's almost impressive, though I know there is more to it because drama queen here always thinks there is more.

"Let's see. I ran across a slimy villain who wanted my ass to turn himself into crunchy slime. Thankfully, All Might came in before I went tired. While he was cleaning up body parts, I asked him my signature question, and he said no, of course. Then I find the same slime villain escaped somehow, and he caught my bully, so I stabbed his eye out. I smack talked three pro-heroes on live television because they didn't help the idiot because they could not use their quirks. I went to work, came back, and the bully basically told me to commit suicide. Oh, and All Might tried to take back his previous statement, but he can go fuck himself!" Shouta looks at me.

"You can't be this laid back about someone telling you that."

"Is that all you got from the conversation?"

"I got you had a shit day. Though I have a question. What is your signature question?"

"Did I never ask you?"

"Ask me what?"

"If a quirkless person could become a hero?"

"No..." Shouta is quiet for a moment.

"Now you have been asked. I ask every hero that question out of curiosity." I sigh. I thought for sure I asked him. Guess not. DAMN IT, I'M LOSING MEMORY, AND I'M BECOMING OLD! I give Shouta a minute, and he seems to take the longest to answer the question.

"If they put enough work into it, yes." I stop, Shouta quickly noticing as he looks at me. "Kid, are you okay?"

I nod before responding, "That is the first time I ever got a yes to that question."

"Seriously!?" I nod. He looks frustrated.

"People are arrogant, Shouta."

"I know, but I fight quirkless. I just take away their quirk, and that doesn't work on mutant types! No wonder the quirkless suicide rate is so high, especially with what you already go through!" Shouta seems pissed.

"Shouta?"

"Izuku, promise me something."

"If you want me to promise you never to drink, that is most likely not going to happen."

"That isn't it, though I wish you would do that. I want you to promise you that if you feel like doing it, you will wait for me to talk about it. Got it?"

"I wasn't planning on it. God discarded me here for a reason."

"It's jokes like that that make me worry, Izuku."

"Oh...you should get back to work; I don't want you to get in trouble. I will see you soon, promise. I need a male stripper after all!" Shouta can only groan at that comment. "Take it as a compliment. At least you know your back up job." Shouta only shakes his head before leaving, done with my shit.

I will be honest. I can't stop but feel...confident? Don't ask me to explain my feelings. I have flipping Eraserhead in my corner! He isn't a man you should mess with, so I am willing to take him any day!