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Chap.1 :A Familiar Face

Midoriya Izuku likes to consider himself a hero. Even though many people would disagree, it's all about the actions that make you a hero everybody knows that. Starting with his brutal honesty that today will be a worse day than yesterday. As much as he would love to lie to his own face, a great hero is honest. Another great quality of his is the great immense determination to get up early every day for school, dragging himself away from his true love, his all-might decorated bed with an extra-sized plushie. And obviously the great courage it takes to step into said school. But the best hero trait he possesses is his helpfulness.

Just as he is stepping into school. He spots his main tormentor Kacchan, his ex-best friend and his lackeys. He quickly puts his backpack in front of him, unzipping it. Just when a rough and tan hand hits the bottom of it making the contents spill out.

He tries to pick up his things as quickly as possible but his backpack is kicked away before he can actually try.

He is then dragged by his collar and hauled up. He tries to walk on his tippy toes just to make things go faster.

He already knows the routine so he just steps into his locker. While they slam it shut behind him. Hearing them laugh along with all the other kids.

He patiently waits for all the footsteps to disappear. To open his locker his locker is old and beaten up just like him so it opens quite easily it just needs a hard shove. Thankfully none of the kids know this.

He quickly gets out his actual backpack. The one he carries out is just for show it's his old backpack with his old school supplies.

Already used to his bullying routine he has his actual backpack at school. But today is the end of the said routine. Today is the last day of middle school. He will no longer have to see the ugly building again or well go into it.

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He patiently waits for the bell to ring the tick of the clock going slower each second. The bell finally rings and he quickly shoves everything into his bag. If he is quick enough he could avoid kacchan.

Sadly, his prayers aren't heard. The universe is truly cruel to him. Because leaning on the doorway is kacchan.

The sun's rays softly illuminated his face, his features sharp yet soft as he squinted and moved his arm to block the sun. His red eyes moved slowly to stare at him.

His well-tanned face scrunched up as if tasting a lemon. No longer was his face soft and relaxed but was now filled with a hateful glare.

Weeping internally, he moves forward. 'Ahh, why is he looking at me like a fat lamb ready to be slaughtered?

Suddenly he moves and like a startled lamb he waits to see what the renowned tiger will do. He just walks out the door.

Eeh, that's it that's why you were giving me an anxiety attack for, just to leave is this lamb not plump enough. Aah, what is he saying he is not masochistic. Why thank you great universe and deities above for saving me from such grand terror. He needs to quickly thank or else karma might show up.

He quickly makes his way out grabbing his stuff. Saying goodbye to your hideous red lockers. Goodbye, you ugly cafeteria. Goodbye, teachers that never helped him saying it would make him stronger and laughing about it behind his back.

And finally GOODBYE, you ugly school with (I'm sorry almightforwhatImabouttodo) your piece of shit students.

Now that he's got all grievances out and prayed 50 times to the great god all might to purify his soul. He is ready to begin summer.

As he's breathing in the nontoxic air outside the school. He is suddenly pushed. By whom you ask, what a great question that will resolve itself in three seconds.

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"Get out of the way, shitty Deku." And there he is, there is only one person who calls him Deku. And that is his ex-best friend Kacchan accompanied by his two minions.

He silently lays in the mud just embracing it, his soul filled with sorrow he weeps at the knowledge that he wasn't thankful quick enough. Karma came to bite him in the ass. Either that or Kacchan just has a sense of knowing when he's happy so that he can come and ruin the moment like usual.

Just silently weeping isn't enough for them because they start wiping their muddy shoes all over him.

"What the-." He quickly stops there. He remembers the last time he cursed in front of Kacchan. He was taken off guard just like today, suddenly pushed to a desk he screamed, 'ahh fuck.'

Which resulted in him getting heavily beat up. His ex-best friend took great offense. Oh well, at least he's glad he's getting rid of that bad habit that he picked up due to Kacchan cursing every second of the day.

What he has to be positive sometimes look at the bright side even if it's a dark tunnel you can imagine your own light.

Anyways, he's still on the ground just letting whatever they are saying go through one ear and out the other. Until he feels a hand on his backpack. harshly tugging it off his body.

Oh no. His notebook!!

"Well, well, look what we have here you." he could hear how he flipped the pages of his notebook.

"You're still thinking of becoming a hero, you shit nerd." Boom an explosion startled him from his place on the floor. All he could do was act small with his arms around his head as pieces of his notebook were torn apart.

"Things like becoming a hero aren't dreams meant for the quirkless."

With his notebook in smithereens and his job finished, Kacchan walks away.

'Being a hero isn't meant for assholes, either. But here we are' , he silently fumed the whole way home. Thoughts of never having to put up with this treatment again comforted him all the way home.

When he finally arrived home he quickly changed into his work clothes. Going into the kitchen he saw his mother's note. 

Honey, I left to buy some groceries but I left you a snack in the fridge that you can eat before you go to work. Love, Mom  

He quickly grabbed his container of diced up fruit filled with grapes, pineapples and apples. 

He smiled remembering when he was younger and asking his mom to give him fruit as his snack since he wanted to grow up big and strong. He got the idea from an All Might commercial that told kids to eat their fruit and vegetables and he's been doing that ever since. 

He quickly ate his fruit and left for work. He worked part time at the Heroes Mall. In the clothing store  called Super Fashion. He worked there so that he had extra cash on his pocket in case he ever wanted to buy any new merch. It felt nice to carry his own money anyways.

Days were always filled at the mall especially with today being the release day for many schools. It was loaded with students many of which he knew-AND WAS THAT KACCHAN!

He had been neatly folding and putting clothes back when he caught a glimpse of Kacchan. At first his instinct was to hide, but what he saw caught him off guard. 

Kacchan was all smiles and he was grabbing onto someone, he couldn't tell who they were. But they were wearing all black.

He's never seen him this happy he's always frowning, who could they be? Who is actually able to get him to smile.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he heard a loud laugh, it was coming from Kacchan! Maybe  he was dreaming, no way could this be real. Did some villain break in and he was knocked out in the process?!

Sadly, he was still in duty but the urge to follow them was big. Not that his hobby was stalking or anything but what kind of person can get his old ex-best friend Kacchan to smile like that. He just wanted a glimpse. 

Was the person Kacchan's girlfriend! If they were why keep her a secret? What type of girl did Kacchan like, anyway? He ignored the odd feeling in his stomach as these thoughts drifted into his head.

A/N: Hey guys not dead yet but I finally managed to write an actual chapter after years of not writing. I'm not that into My Hero Academia as I use to be but I will complete this story. I feel like you guys deserve it and I also have it all planned out