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10 - Villain

Idea: Villain izuku (He walks straight into his father's arms after All Might leaves him on the roof)

Welcome back, everyone! 

More angst for ya'll in today's chapter. 

I am so sorry-

Anyways...

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TW // Suicidal thoughts and themes, probably swearing, angst

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"Forget it, he'll never be a hero. Better to find out now than later, I guess". It stung. His classmates, one of Bakugo's followers, words embedded themself deep into his mind as the small green-haired boy stood facing the windows of the run-down classroom as he was staring intently at his red shoes. These damned shoes that quirkless people like him have to wear since they are seen as "underdeveloped" by society. They were the curse by which the quirkless could identify each other but also be belittled by those knowing about their meaning. 

Thankfully, many people didn't even bother learning about the quirkless since they were a dying breed anyway. Now, you might be confused and question yourself: "But what about the 20% of quirkless people in the world?". Well, in Japan, a good 99% of the quirkless citizens, which make up about 0.5% of the percentage of the world, are over the age of 60 years and considered less rare in their former years, not as targeted as the remaining 1% of individuals bearing the "curse of being weak". Harsh, isn't it? But this is the sad reality of today. 

Midoriya knew that, he knew that no one would ever stand up for him other than his Momma. She was the only one he had standing behind him, even if she didn't support his dreams of becoming a hero. Still, he tried to hold his head high and-! The sudden halting of footsteps made the anxious boy perk up once more, ignoring the sharp stinging sensation on his right shoulder. The exact shoulder where Bakugo had just moments before pressed down his hand and activated his quirk only to burn, burn, burn 

BURN 

BURN HIM AGAIN-

Hearing the lackey's confused grunts, Midoriya could only guess that Bakugo had stopped to throw some last damaging words at him to "finally give up", to "realize that he would never be able to become a hero and that he was destined to forever stay in his shadow as nothing but a mere pebble", a stepping stone for the great Bakugo Katsuki with his oh-so-perfect quirk. He despised it. He wanted to prove that he was so much more than just a stepping stone, someone that was disposable, someone weak.

,,Y' know...". Hunching his shoulders higher up as the ash-blonde spoke up, Midoriya kept his gaze fixated on his shoes, gritting his teeth as he prepared to just blend out his former childhood friend's hurtful words. He had already heard so many insults and creative ways for him to just disappear out of everyone's lives to not take up any more precious space and oxygen, that he was certain that Bakugo's words would not shatter him more than he already was. Oh, how naive he is. 

Because those words that Bakugo was about to spit at him would haunt him forever. Lingering in the back of his mind as he fell further and further into darkness. The words would break his morals and twist him in such a way that he could never be repaired.

,,If you really wanna be a hero that badly there might be another way".

Freezing in his position, the freckled boy blinked down at the ground in confusion, unsure as to what the ash-blonde was trying to achieve by saying this. Maybe he was establishing a false sense of security? Or maybe-