Counter_guardian

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[Summary Izuku midoriya since he was a Child loved hero’s especially the number one hero All might because of this just like most children in the world Izuku wanted to become a hero by joining U.A when he was older but as it turns out when his mom Inko midoriya took him to the quirk doctor at 4
it was found that he didn’t have a quirk and most likely wouldn’t develop one when the kids at his school learned of that Izuku was quirkless they started bullying and calling him names like deku which meant useless this name was given to izuku by someone he thought was his best friend katsuki Bakugo]

MHA:The Path of Steel

Chapter 2: A Path of Steel and Fire

The days after the diagnosis blurred together in a haze of whispered ridicule and crushing loneliness. The word Deku clung to him like a curse, a reminder of everything he lacked.

But even as he sat alone on the swings at the park, knees scraped from another encounter with Bakugou's growing aggression, his heart refused to let go of his dream.

Heroes stood tall, even when the world tried to break them.

So why did it feel like every day was another piece of his spirit being chipped away?

His fingers tightened around his notebook, pages filled with sketches and analysis of hero abilities. He had always written as if he would one day stand among them, a hero in his own right. But the more he thought about it, the more the pages mocked him.

"Without a quirk, it would be nearly impossible."

Izuku gritted his teeth and flipped to a blank page. If he couldn't rely on a quirk, then he'd have to find another way. There had to be a way.

And then, almost as if fate was guiding his hand, he wrote down two words:

The words felt foreign, even ridiculous, but something about them sent a shiver down his spine.

If he couldn't be like All Might… then what kind of hero could he become?

Katsuki watched as Izuku hunched over his notebook, scribbling like a madman. The sight made his stomach twist with irritation.

That damn nerd was still clinging to his delusions.

"Oi, Deku!" Katsuki stomped forward, his presence casting a shadow over Izuku's small frame. "The hell are you still writing for? You don't have a quirk, so what's the point?"

Izuku didn't look up. For once, he didn't shrink away.

Katsuki felt something off about the way he sat there, so still.

Then Izuku's voice, quiet but firm, cut through the air.

Katsuki's hands twitched. "Tch. What kinda dumbass thing is that? There is no other way! You either have a quirk, or you don't!" He shoved Izuku's notebook to the ground, sparks flickering at his fingertips. "You're not special, Deku! Just give up!"

Izuku finally met his gaze, and for the first time, Katsuki hesitated.

Because the look in Izuku's eyes wasn't fear.

Katsuki's fingers clenched into fists, an unfamiliar frustration bubbling inside him. Why wouldn't Deku just understand? Why wouldn't he just stop acting like he could still stand next to him?

He turned sharply, kicking the notebook further away before storming off.

But no matter how far he walked, he couldn't shake that defiant look from his mind.

He waited until Bakugou was gone before retrieving his notebook, dusting off the cover. The pages were crumpled, but the words were still there.

Maybe he was being stupid. Maybe he really was just a worthless Deku.

But as long as he could still hold a pen, as long as he could still think, he would search for a way forward.

Even if the world called it impossible.