Quirkless Rejects

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"Give it up, kid."

Four-year-old Izuku's heart dropped along with his favorite All Might action figure. Quirkless? He looked between his mother and the doctor who said that terrible word. Extra joint? So what! I'm not quirkless. I'm not quirkless. I'm not quirkless.

He repeated that phrase in his head all the way home.

I'm not quirkless.

Izuku was watching his favorite All Might video. I'm not... right? He turned to his mother watching in the doorway. "C- can I be a hero t- too?" He was immediately enveloped in his mother's grasp as she sobbed.

Say something...

"I'm sorry..."

No...

"I'm so sorry!

Not that...

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All men were not created equal. Izuku Midoriya hated that.

He hated every time Kacchan pushed him down.

He hated the name "Deku".

He hated always playing the victim or villain when they played Heroes and Villains.

At four years old Izuku hated a lot of things. He'd be okay though. He always was.

All men were not created equal. Izuku Midoriya hated that.

He hated the way the teachers praised Kacchan for his "amazing" quirk.

He hated every burn under his clothes.

He hated the dark circles under his eyes.

At eight years old Izuku hated a lot of things. He'd be alright. His plastered smile always said he was.

All men were not created equal. Izuku Midoriya hated that.

He hated the slits on his wrists fresh every other night.

He hated feeling his mothers slap when she came home drunk saying it was his fault.

He hated never sleeping til four in the morning.

At 12 years old, Izuku found something he didn't hate.

www. quirklesspals. net

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Izuku really didn't know what he expected when he opened up www. quirklesspals. net. His eyes skimmed over the welcome message.

Hello, fellow quirkless friend! Welcome to Quirkless Pals, the online site for the quirkless around the globe to chat freely. Join a chat room, make one yourself, or start a blog to tell your viewers about your day. Have fun interacting with others who are just like you!

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Izuku checked his watch. 7 pm, his mother would be back soon. Izuku sighed but nevertheless, he clicked the "Sign Up" option. A screen asking him to enter in a username and password popped up. Being the overthinker he is, Izuku left his desk and toiled over a good name for around half an hour when he heard the front door of the apartment open and slam shut.

"Where are you, brat!"

Izuku mentally hardened himself before leaving his room. Inko was a little overly drunk, haha, tonight so the beating wasn't too harsh. A couple kicks to the ribs and a lob across the face was about all she had in her.
Inko Midoriya looked down at her son in disgust.

"Tsk... Useless."

It stung more than when Kacchan called him useless. Izuku's mom was loving in the morning but her true feelings came out at night. Izuku dragged himself into his room and closed the door. He leans his back against the wooden door and brought his legs to his chest, laying his head on them.
"I- I'm sorry." He sniffed. "I'm so sorry..."
Izuku cried for a good hour.

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*DING DING*

Izuku looked up.

*DING DING*

In the darkness of his room, his open computer illuminated the surroundings.

*DING DING* "Please enter a username and password."

Izuku pulled himself into his chair, eyes still somewhat blurry. A username, huh?

*Tip Tap Tip Tap*

Izuku filled in the password bar and pressed enter.

*DING DING*

Welcome, Deku, to Quirkless Pals!