Though the pre-school had been like fresh air, life wasn’t fair. Society can evolve because of something called survival of the fittest. Out of the many people, Izuku was not the strongest; kids who couldn’t keep up with the social normalities of their fellow students got left behind. At first, he had the teachers on his side; when Izuku was four years old, the strongest of the children started developing quirks early. At that point, it didn’t matter if it was helpful or strong, just that you had one.
Katsuki Bakugou was no different. He developed a quirk so unique that he quickly became a star pupil. That was the difference between him and the green-haired boy. Izuku was not exceptional; he was not athletic, so he had no special abilities. He could just be a late bloomer. He had not gone to the doctors to check what his quirk could be.
It had been a sunny Friday afternoon; Izuku had a good morning; he had woken up, been given Cheerios, then he drove to school with his parents listening to happy music, the same type of music that he listens to in school. Wheels on the bus, The itsy-bitsy spider…. Etc. When he had gone into school, he had walked up to a group of kids eagerly wanting to play whatever they were doing, and they were all throwing around a ball happily chattering—some showing off their weak quirks.
“Hello,” the green-haired boy said with a big smile on his freckled face, and the kids quieted down, looking at the cheerful boy. They weren’t old enough to terrorize him. It would get worse as he grew up; people would push him down because he had trouble getting up, they would eventually knock books out of his hands, make fun of him. Still, for now, it was as simple as not letting him play. “what are you all playing?” he asks as he looks at all of the faces he had gotten to know over the year.
“We are playing…ball, but there are already enough people, and we can’t play with one more, “a Girl says, looking at the green-haired boy. “So you can’t play,” she says, and izuku furrows his brows as he looks at the group, and after a few moments, the girl speaks again. “Sorry, “she shrugged. Izuku only nodded since he had never been one for confrontation. He made his way across the room to the small children’s books. The boy didn’t know how to read, but he liked the pictures, and he could pretend.
After about maybe eight minutes, The only kid in the room who seems to still be on his side made his way over to the green-haired boy, and he smiled triumphantly; Katsuki was always there for him, even though he now spent a lot more time with other kids, that didn’t mean they weren’t still friends, the small freckled boy looked up at him with a meek smile, he had become a little bit shy then when he was a little younger. “hello kacchan” he says, holding the book upside down.
The boy was truly amazing. He could already read a little bit, he knew how to spell his name, and he had a cool quirk that made him have small fireworks come out of his palm. He couldn’t make real explosions yet.
“hey, Katsuki! Come play ball with us!” A small boy said, and the blond looked over, nodding his head because he was planning on dragging Izuku along with him.
“Come on, let’s go play. Why are you sitting here all alone? You know what mom said, people who stay alone are weirdos,” he says. When the blonde’s mother had been told that it had been an attempt to make sure they wouldn’t be shy and antisocial, she hadn’t meant for it to be mean or anything.
“they said they had way too many people to play, so I can’t play, or else there will be too many people,” Izuku says; he looks up. Holding the book a little bit closer to his chest, it was Okay It’s not like he would never play with him again, so he wondered why they invited the blonde over when just a couple of moments ago they said he couldn’t play because of the number of people maybe they had miscounted.
The blond shrugged a little bit before he walked off to go play with the other kids. One of his teachers had walked up to him a couple of moments later and placed his hand on the little boy’s shoulder, patting him a couple of times before speaking and concern. “Why aren’t you playing with everybody else? “
“too many people “
“no, that won’t do. They can make room for one more; come on, let’s go over there and play; you don’t want to sit on your butt all day now, do you? Playing ball is fun, so let’s all go have fun, “The teacher said, taking his hand and leading him to all the other kids. They begrudgingly had let him play since the teacher had forced them anyway.
But even that didn’t stay for long, not only with the boy never be able to walk normally, he would also never be able to sit in, he would never be able to be a sheep in a shepherd’s colony, he had no quirk. He would never be like the heroes that surrounded his life, he would never be brave, he would never be strong, he would never be able to do what he wanted to do with his life, even though his parents told him he could accomplish anything as long as he set his mind to it he knew it wasn’t possible.
The children at school had started calling him a name; he didn’t remember who had started it; of course, they started calling him useless, poor little useless boy he would never be able to be a hero like everybody else wanted to be; he wouldn’t even have a chance to be one. It wasn’t safe, they said; he could barely even stay standing up for more than half an hour. He couldn’t even run; when he walked, it looked as if his legs were made out of sticks, and he couldn’t bend them.
Even though Katsuki was still remotely his friend, he had distanced himself. Yes, they still hung out, but the other boys seem to hang out with other children more, other kids that could cross bridges and become part of the Bakugou Agency; he wanted to be part of that; he wanted to go catch fireflies in the woods with nets. If A five-year-old can become depressed, he was that.
Now the teachers didn’t even try to include him. When they would see other children playing and the green-haired boy watching from a distance, they didn’t try to get the boy to go join the others, nor did they try to persuade the others to invite him to play. Though he never got angry.
“hey, zuku….. how about we go to the park, “Hizahsi says. He knelt down by his son; he felt disappointed, the boy was already going to be like everybody else in one way, and now he would be different. He didn’t think being different was bad, but other people wouldn’t agree with him. But he didn’t think parents would be so cruel; most parents didn’t even invite the boys over to birthday parties because they were afraid that he would influence their children to be worse? Somehow they thought that being Kirkless could spread like a disease?
Mitsuki made sure that Katsuki still played with the green-haired boy every weekend, he was too young to do anything about it, so the blonde would go play with the green-haired boy.
Izuku shook his head no; it was the boys fifth birthday; Mitsuki had been not able to go since they had a family vacation planned, though they would celebrate another day, but no other kid showed up, it was depressing anyway, Hizashi had set up this whole party, he expected 20 children to be playing pin the tail on the donkey and musical chairs, but no one was there, the balloons for deflated, and shouta was on his way with the birthday cake.
Izuku kept looking out the window, waiting to see cars pulling up; he felt his eyes well up with fat tears. His birthday hat on his fluffy green hair. He shook his head, and he stood up off the couch, holding his new all-might figurine. Every other year he had a fun birthday party, so why was this one any different.
“It’s okay, “he said, wiping his eyes, and he walked off to his room, closing the door slowly.
Shouta walked in, glancing around the room, and he sighed deeply. Parents these days, he had assumed that’s what happened, can you place the cake down, and he looked at Nemuri, who frowned.
“damn Karen’s, “she says as shouta walked to Izuku’s room, opening the door to see the small boy crying while holding his stuffed AllmigHe bear.
“daddy? Why did no one come? “he said with tearful eyes, and he sighed, picking Izuku up and holding him in his lap.
“They were all busy, “he lied, “though they all left presents and they wanted to come, auntie, Nemuri brought you cupcakes, and we can’t eat all the cake by ourselves, so how about we go eat cake, and everything will be okay?” He says, wiping the boy’s eyes.
As he got older, he would slowly understand that no, they had not been busy. They had just been avoiding the weird kid; parents didn’t want their children to associate with him. He nodded his head, and his father carried him to the living room, where he ate cake with his family.
His whole birthday wasn’t bad, and he did; in fact, he did get a new friend; that night, they welcomed a new member into the family, named by Izuku. The cat was named was peanuts; she was this small orange kitten with one eye, and her tail was cut off. She was a rescue, and they had gotten the kitten to show Izuku that being differnt wasn’t a bad thing.
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