Midoriya walked slowly. He didn't know what he was going to do. He hadn't planned for anything less of being a hero.

But clearly that wasn't going to work out.

So he had to think of something new.

My analyzing skills are okay. I should probably get rid of the journals anyway. I don't want them getting into the wrong hands.

He walked passed his house and put his hands in his pockets. His slight limp was getting better as he walked but the overall pain still shot through his leg everytime he took a stride.

I want to make sure no one can see me anymore. I don't want to be such a burden.

I don't want to show my hideous face. People could recognize me.

Midoriya was always told he was an ugly child. Granted anytime before the age of  four, he was told how beautiful his eyes and smile were. But once the name-calling started, he was an ugly useless Deku.

Therefore Midoriya believed the last decade of words people threw at him. He was ugly in his own eyes as well as everyone else's. So he needed to hide.

He moved his hands around in his pockets, looking for change. He found  five-hundred and fifty yen plus some change in one of his pants pockets (550¥ translates to roughly $5/4.25€). Probably leftover lunch money from a few days ago.

He walked a few more steps before reaching the store he was about to raid for a mask.

Legally raid, of course.

He was going to pay.

Specifically pay them less than five-hundred and fifty yen plus some change but he's gonna get to that later on.

He took his time walking around the store. He needed to go to the back corner where the masks would be. This corner store didn't get many customers but they sold practically everything.

Craft masks fit the "practically everything" category.

Thankfully.

Many people would make sure to distance themselves from Midoriya. Word moves fast in a small town. The span of ten years was more than enough time for everyone to hear of a frail, quirkless boy in the small city of Musutafu.

What can he say? People were loud.

The quirkless teen was looked at like he was a monster behind bars of a zoo. No one wanted to be near him, no one cared for him.

Because, to them and everyone else in the world apparently, Midoriya didn't matter.

He walked through an isle, looking left and right before turning down the next. A few minutes of searching later, he found a plain black face mask. It would cover his whole face and even had Voice-Padding. Which was basically a new form of material that, if put up to his face, will change the sound waves that leave the mask. Thus causing his voice to sound slightly deeper and softer.

If he remembered correctly, the padding was discovered on accident when Present Mic was attempting to put his speaker functions into more of a mask. One screw up lead to another and he created a voice changer.

Which, by the way, was not the intention.

After that, Present Mic decided screw it, eventually giving in and let pro-hero Power Loader tweak his speakers.

Thus the padding was made.

And thank goodness, because Midoriya was very greatful at the moment.

He checked the price and it was below budget.

He continued to go around the store and wander around aimlessly.

Once he ended up reaching the front, he went to the self checkout and soon left.

Now he was finally on his way home.

About time too.

His mother would be getting extremely worried right about now. And naturally so. She could definitely tell her son was hurting inside, and she didn't know how to help him.

Midoriya stayed away from everyone--not that it was hard. The perks of being quirkless was that many people usually walk across the street to get out of the potential path of the quirkless.

He arrived home about ten minutes later, still in the same mindless daze he was in when he left.

I just want to sit down. Thought Midoriya. His feet were angry at him. Not that Midoriya heard them much.

He took his key out of his pocket and opened the door.

A blur of green came rushing at him and pulled him into a hug. "Oh Izuku! I was so worried!." Cried Inko, pushing her head on his shoulder to deepen the hug.

All she wanted was to hug her baby boy and never let go.

Midoriya Izuku tensed. He wasn't expecting to be attacked with affection. Then again, in his void state he wasn't all there.

He smiled softly, trying to hide his pained expression. His mother was pressing against a few bruises he had gotten this morning.

Inko pulled away and smiled at her green son. "I'm making dinner. Is there anything specific you want?"

"No. Anything is fine. I think I am going to go to bed early tonight though." He said.

She nodded at his response, her lips pressed in a wobbly line. She was worried. Something was own hundred percent wrong.

Duh.

She hadn't seen him eat since yesterday's breakfast. About half of his All Might items were in boxes (she knew this because this morning she knocked but when he didn't answer she opened the door only to find him not there. The All Might infested boxes were laying on the ground). She also didn't see him this morning, she assumed he left early for school yet his backpack was left behind as well as his shoes. Both were odd things to leave if he was truly going to school. So she concluded he was going to get air. She knew he was okay because he took his phone with him, and through that phone she could see he was still near the house.

But it was a school day. And her precious baby ditched. That in itself was worth worrying over.

She decided that something happened and he just needed space, so she decided she would let him be. Especially since it was the last week of school anyways.

Up in his room, Izuku was wrapping his bloody feet with bandages. He then got his mask out of the bag he got at the store checkout and tried it on. The black mask made his toxic eyes pop, and with his hair being ninty percent black, it helped hide the green.

His green locks were growing darker as he got older anyways. In a year he wouldn't have a trace of green. But all that put aside, his hair was still a pain in the butt to mess with.

The puff of hair was harder to tame than Bakugou's ego.

And Izuku knew how untameable the blonde's ego was.

He sighed and face planted in the bed.

It all started with me wanting to be a hero.

"Can a quirkless person be a hero like you?"

All Might's painful answer ricochet around Izuku's brain.

All Might. His idol.

A pro-hero. The number one pro-hero.

Wait. Izuku thought, sitting up. He made his was to his cluttered desk. I just asked All Might. Do all heros think the same? Surely not.

Izuku pulled up his YouTube. He had in idea.

He set up a new account and began making his channel.

"Hero Belief."

He set up his description box too.

I'm going to ask the questions some may not want to. I am going to ask everyone whether or not certain people can be heros.

I want to help someone. Help someone decide to be a hero.

If you ask me, I'm going to say you can be anything you want. Anything ranging from a hero to a chef. You can be anything.

But be careful who you support, because not all heros and officials will believe in you.

Believe in yourself. Because you're amazing. You got this.