Every Bomb Has A Silver Lining

Prologue

As Izuku Midoriya blinks the sleep from his eyes the warmth of the sun engulfs his pajama-covered body. Five thirty A.M. There is only one thought on the young teenager's mind. Breakfast. He forgot dinner last night because he was cleaning a few new injuries that Katsuki and his fucking goons had given him. Kacchan became Katsuki the first time the blond told the greenette to kill himself. The explosion quirked of the two hated it.

Izuku thought that if Katsuki was going to treat him like the dog crap on his dress shoes, he could do his best to act like a little shit too. It's only fair. Izuku dresses in the itchy, singed, school uniform that made him feel gross.

As he pulled the shirt over his head it catches on the diamond earring that occupies his single piercing. 'It had belonged to mom, gifted to her by dad, but she gave me one. The other is in her second piercing on the left ear, Mine is on the right ear; Whenever they walk next to each other the earrings are symmetrical. It's nice' Izuku thinks. The tag of the uniform itches at his back like sandpaper. The quirkless child walked through the hall of the apartment and into the kitchen. Sunbeams illuminate the dust in the air. A grumble of his stomach reminds the boy of his hunger.

"Morning, Mom," he mumbles.

"Hello, Izuku. I'm really sorry sweetheart but we don't really have enough money for breakfast right now."

"What if I-" "Deku," she says much more harshly.

"I work extra hours at the hospital constantly to support you, and this is how you repay me. Selfishness and complaining. I'm disappointed."

What he was going to say was 'What if I get a job to help support us', but he guesses everyone thinks the worst when it comes to his condition. Even his own mother. He doesn't blame her. She's a great mother automatically, to keep him. After the diagnosis, most families would have either killed him or put him into foster care, where he would have been killed. Of course, she'll ditch him eventually, but she let him stay this long, and treated him well too for the most part. She rarely ever hit him physically, the insults were mostly basic and not too hurtful, considering the shit he got at school. He walks to the door, carefully avoiding small shards of a broken wine bottle. The schoolboy takes the quickest route out of the shitty apartment building.

As the door to the outside finally swings open he feels an unpleasant breeze caress his shoulders. As he begins the walk to the metro, city-exclusive smells assault his nostrils every so often, but the trip is relatively uneventful. He gets tons of glares and dirty looks at the government-mandated red hightops, and the occasional slur thrown his way, but it was just a regular Tuesday morning for Izuku. He reaches the train and hops on close to first with practiced ease, only to remain standing to make room for the more important quirked people. That's how the government mandates saw it at the very least. The metro rocked as it sped under the bustling city of Musutafu, Ding, and that's his cue to exit.

He yawns as he walks to the school building, only two minutes away by foot. He sighs and puts in his earbuds, both to keep himself from getting overwhelmed and to prevent Katsuki from deafening him completely. One foot after another, Izuku enters the building that haunts his nightmares. He keeps his steps in a comforting rhythm. One-and-two-and-three-and-four-and repeat until he arrived in hell. As he walked into the classroom his back was slumped and his head was down.

He heard a small thump as an eraser hit the back of his head. Insults were tossed his way by all present, including Sakifuji Sensei. When he reached his desk it was covered in spider lilies, as usual. Over time, it's become routine, so Izuku would probably be more upset if they weren't there. Once the bell for homeroom rang, the young teen had a free period, which also unfortunately meant that Katsuki and his lackeys did too.

He was jumped as soon as he exited the doorway. Izuku knew it was coming. He saw them coming, he could have stopped the right hook to his jaw, always the right hook first. He could have, but he was smarter than that. He let the sharply-knuckled fist make contact, it would only be worse for him if he didn't. And so the beat-down began. A kick to his side. Explosion to the same spot. Punch in the stomach. Minor abrasion from a blade quirk on the collarbone. The list goes on and on, but Izuku is too worn down to care. He picks himself up to go to second period, no teacher or student will give any damns about the state he's in.

He has Yamamoto Sensei next for math, and she's Izuku's favorite teacher. Though she still hates him, she lets him answer questions in class and on tests, and when he inevitably gets 100% she doesn't argue that he cheated. She just takes enough points off that he doesn't surpass Katsuki and never brings him into it. Izuku likes it that way. Math goes by without much issue, and before he knows it, it's lunch. As soon as the bell rings the greenette bolts like Ingenium to the boys' restroom to eat his bento box.

His knees creak in protest but ultimately comply. Inside the bento is rice and chicken cooked rather blandly. He scarfs his food down and exits the stall to clean the small cut on his collarbone. The rest of the day is uneventful. The only real issue comes when Izuku steps quietly out of his last-period class to find Katsuki and his goons waiting. For fucks fucking sake. "Oh look, Bakugo- it's the geneless freak. It looks pathetic."

Truthfully, Izuku thought that he probably did look pathetic, but he wouldn't say that, it would likely give the fucking bullies too much satisfaction. "Y'know Deku, things would really be easier for everyone if you would just fucking die already" Sparks fly out of Katsuki's fingertips like the fourth of July thing that they have in America. The worst part is that he's right. Nobody will miss the quirkless freak. Not even his own mother. It would be easier for Izuku too, no more dealing with the shit-show that is life.

The boy whose life had just barely even started, sat for some time and thought once again about ending it.

He doesn't know why, but for now, he decides against it; So he got up and walked his ass home.

But on the way, something catches his eye. A news story playing on a digital billboard. Bingo. The captions for the video read 'vigilantes have been present in Musutafu since the dawn of quirks, but today we address the question that we must all ask ourselves. Are these people Heroes or Villains?'

Just because he's too much of a chicken to actually off himself doesn't mean that he can't give death a friendly little push. And really, what's the harm in it? He gets to help people, be a hero like he always wanted, and eventually, hopefully not before he saved at least one person, he would get killed on the job. It wasn't even a possibility; It was a comforting definite. He was a quirkless child planning to go up against real villains. There was no way he would last very long.

So when Izuku Midoriya arrived home he sat at his small desk and got to planning.

Notes-

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