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It all started when he was young, a small child who had no quirk, no friends, no family, no home, and no hero to save them.
His mother, for all she gave to the world, had not made it giving birth to him, and his father always resented him for that, for looking like her, for killing her, for being stuck with him. It all led him straight to the bottle.
When it was found out that he was quirkless at the age of four it finally gave his so called ‘father’ a chance to leave him in the back of a dark, dingy alley.
He was told that he would be back, just to wait here, that there will be a surprize for him later on if he was a good boy and waited.
Now the small child wished to be a good boy for his father because he knew that if he upset him he would go on another one of his rampages’.
So he waited, and waited, waited some more, kept waiting ‘till it became dark.
By the time it got dark, the little one was so tired, with his stomach grumbling he figured his father wouldn’t be upset if he slept for a while while he waited. So he slept, and woke up still alone, still hungry, still tired, with it still dark outside.
It was a the time of the first light, when he realized that the only person he had ever known had left him, for good.
The boy, scared out of his mind,with no knowledge of the real world or the people in it, decided to leave the rancid alley.
In disheveled clothes, he walked, out of the alley, away from the only place he knew he could be found.
As he walked he wasn’t given many looks by the early risers of the morning, after all why do they have to stick their noses into the business of the lost childs? A hero would help them find their way eventually.
He found himself in an open market with many people setting up shop for the day and many, many fruits and vegetables on display. He wondered if he was allowed to take them, they were out for a reason, weren’t they?
He walked up to a stall full of colorful fruits, so many to pick, so many to chose. He saw a red fruit that he recognized. What were they called again? Ah, apples, he knew he could eat apples, even with his small teeth fit only for a child.
With no one paying attention to the smallest being there, he took an apple from the stall and ran with it, just in case his father saw him take it without asking.
An angered shout came from behind him and suddenly, with his little legs not moving fast enough, he was picked up.
The woman who picked him up was yelling at him for stealing her fruit, demanding where his parents were.
In his frenzied state he hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down his face, hiccuping all the while.
A man who witnessed the whole thing walked up to the lady and apologized on behalf of the wiggling kid, Claiming to be his brother, he payed for the apple.
The woman, satisfied, huffed and walked briskly back to her stall. The man scooped up the boy, gave him the apple to eat, and started to walk out of the market.
After a short walk they arrived at a park. Mist man, as dubbed by the small child, began to talk.
“I bet you were very hungry to steal that apple,” he said in a light tone, not reprimanding but in more of a questioning way. The boy nodded. “ My advice, is to not run immediately after you take something. It makes you more suspicious.”
The boy nodded his head again slower, not understanding the word ‘suspicious‘ but figuring it to be a bad thing.
“ Now then, I’m off. Do try not to get into too much more trouble.” And with that he stepped through something black and wavy, disappearing.
Leaving Izuku Midoriya, alone, forgotten, and left behind, once again.