Prologue

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A boy with long black hair that covered his eyes stared blankly at the large cracked mirror, which had broken when his stepfather still lived with him, his brother, and his mother. His older brother was kidnapped when he was 11. His breath was ragged as he remembered the only person who cared for him when his mother died.

    He stared at the small black mark on his shoulder. "Why would you help someone with a villain's quirk?" His black eyes glance at the second mark on his other shoulder. "How did you know that?" "I'm never gonna meet them... even if I did, they would hate me," he thought. He grabs a large t-shirt. Even though Izuku was 5'8 he was severely underweight.

He exits the small bathroom and walks through the empty apartment. He grabs his old worn-out backpack and walks out the door. He drags his feet down the pavement, heading to the first day of middle school. "I hope it isn't as bad as the last school." he thought

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