Eight years old and he was kicking and screaming. "I'll only go to school if you give me a reason! All the kids are really mean, and I already know all the things they are teaching!" He hopped in the car as his mom let him play hookey.

Missed the first hour just to get a cup of coffee. She was the only one who saw who he was. He was showing up late but he made it to class just to stare out the window and the clock in the back. He daydreamed away to a sky so gray. Everything's simple, it's driving him mental.

He was wishing every day that something would change. Instead, his dad made him play ball by the bay. Every time he cried, father rolled his eyes. "Son, it's all your fault, how come you never even try?" He did all that he should. Why was he the one misunderstood?

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Fifteen years and he was drowning his sorrows, smoking weed, drinking cheap liquor out the bottle. He was with a bunch of fake friends cuz he tried to fit in but it wasn't working. Ran in with the law about a dozen times. Nothing too bad, just a few suburban crimes.

Still, he said to himself, "What are you doing? You don't deserve this. Don't you know nobody will ever understand? The person that you are, learn to hold your own hand! Get your shit together and lose the weight holding you down! You'll never be what you want, no not with that face."

He started to write all of his thoughts down on paper. Eventually, he realized music made life so much better. 100 K down, he looks so different now as he plans his escape from this crooked hometown.

He does all that he should. Why is he still the one misunderstood?

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A boy with shadowed eyes with large grey bags under them walks inside the gas station late at night. The car outside belonging to him as he was currently the only one there. His white shirt not so white, and the red jacket not even whole. Ripped jeans with coal black shoes to finish his messy outfit.

He looks around inside the station with sleepy eyes, locking eyes with the lady behind the counter. Her hair's made of vines as she looks just as sleepy as the struggled teen. He throws his eyes away from the pretty girl his age and grabs an energy bar.

He drops it on the counter and takes out his credit card to pay. "Not havin' a good time?" The girl in front of him asked as she typed in the order on the computer. "You know, the usual. Life's a bitch. You?" He replied as he pressed the right buttons to pay.

"I get you, this hero job doesn't pay as much as it used to." She replied, leaning on the counter with her arms holding her up. "A hero, huh? Which one." The boy replied as he leaned on the counter with one arm and opened the energy bar with the other.

"You proly haven't heard. Vinara." The girl replied as they looked in each other's eyes. "Oh, the vine hero. I know she made quite a good debut, savin' eight people from floodin'." The boy replied as he looked back in her eyes, taking a bite of his energy bar to stay awake.

"It wasn't much considerin' Shoto did much more work than me." The girl said as she sighed as she thought back to her debut that didn't cause much up-stir. "Fuck em. Don't care about others. Just do your own thing." The boy said, looking outside the windows of the station to see cars passing by.

The girl was honestly a little surprised by the boy's reply. "Ibara Shiozaki." The boy looked at her a little confused. "My name." The boy got a face of realization. "Izuku Midoriya." They gave each other a respecting nod before they immediately went back to their conversation.

"Then, what do you do?" She asked, getting him to choke a little at her question. His reaction intrigued her. "Music." He replied after surviving his near-death experience. "Artist?" She asked, knowing a lot of jobs going inside the area of just 'music'.

"Yeah. You've prob'ly not heard of me. DekuD." The boy said, inspecting his half-eaten energy bar with suspicious eyes. "Really? You're good." She said, surprising him a little since she knew of him.

"You know me?" He asked, giving her a peculiar look as he didn't think of himself as that popular. "Yeah. Your songs are honestly my favorite." She said, taking out her phone to find her Spotify playlist and show all the songs on there.

The boy looked on as she skimmed through her playlist consisting of a lot of his songs, missing his personal favorite work. "What about 'alone'?" He asked, giving the girl a confused look. "I haven't heard it." She replied before she took her phone and searched up the song.

"Is it okay?" She asked, wanting to know if she could play it while he was there. "Sure." He replied, feeling a little uninterested as he wasn't a fan of his own voice. She nodded before she started the song.

The song ended and the girl was surprised to say herself. "Pretty good." She said, adding it to her playlist faster than any other song she had ever added. "Thanks. Watch out." The boy took the last bite of his energy bar before he took a seat by the window.

Two large guys walked inside the gas station with guns out in the open. They immediately walked up to the counter. "Hello, how can I help you?" The girl behind the counter asked the two men as she tried to act cheery and jittery to add a tip to her bowl.

Suddenly, one whipped out his gun and pointed it at the girl. "Just give us all the money." He said as he threatened to use the gun against the girl. As she was opening the cash register, she slowly grew her hair longer and moved around the counter before she grabbed the one with the gun pointing at her.

She took his ankle with her hair and lifted him up off the ground before she slammed him into the floor, making a small hole as the other guy turned to her and pointed his gun just inches away from her face with her unable to react.

"You move, you're dead." The guy said as he reached his hand forward over the counter and grabbed the whole cash register. He lifted it over the counter as the other guy slowly got up from the floor. "Damn, you knock quite a punch." He said before he shot a warning shot through the hair on the side of her head.

"Let us leave and no one gets killed." He said as he and his fellow criminal moved out of the store. She sighed in defeat as she knew she would get in trouble for this. She looked over at where the boy from earlier sat only to see a free seat with a figure outside of the window leaning on his car.

"Well done, bro." The guy that was first knocked out said to his partner as he knew this wouldn't have been completed if they were just one. "No probs." The guy replied as he turned on the car that they came in.

"Hey, bro, look." The guy said as they both turned over to a boy sitting on his car with a cigarette in his mouth. "Hey, kid, not a word to anyone about this." The guy threatened as he was sure the boy had seen him and his partner rob the station.

The boy only chuckled a bit as he dropped the cig from his mouth and stomped it into the ground. "I won't have to tell anyone if I just get the money back." The boy with green hair said as he had an uncommon shine in his eyes and cracked his knuckles.

The guy who stole the cash register ran at the boy who only walked calmly with his hands in his pockets. The guy sent a punch with his free hand but the boy simply evaded the punch and kicked the register out of the criminal's hand so it landed in the boy's grasp.

He immediately turned around and started walking toward the entrance of the gas station to return the register with all the money inside. "Where are you going?" The guy who lost the register asked as he was shocked the boy got the cash back so easily.

"I'm returning the money." The boy replied calmly as he continued walking away. "Get back here!" The guy who hadn't attacked the green-haired teenager yet ran at him before he was knocked out by a kick to the knee, breaking it.

He screamed in pain as his knee was pointing the wrong way. The first guy who attacked the boy was now raged and ran at him, trying to grab him. One moment, he was in the guy's vision, the next, he was behind him and chopped his neck, sending him into sleep.

The boy with green hair and green eyes walked inside the gas station again and put the cash register on the counter in front of a defeated girl. She looks up to see the cash register and the boy from earlier with a cup of coffee he got himself.

"I'll find my way out. The guys are out cold so you can call the police." The boy said as he started to move outside. "Wait, this'll be regarded as vigilantism." The girl said as she still wanted the boy to stay. A weird feeling had found a place in her heart.

"It's okay, my record ain't exactly good anyway." The boy replied before he sipped his coffee, flashed a small smile to the girl over his shoulder, and walked outside. He sat down inside his car before he drove off into the night.

'Izuku Midoriya, DekuD, just who are you?'

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