"Hah, whatcha think you are going at, Quirkless wimp?"

Izuku paused in his stroll as he heard the words. He heard a sob followed by a punch and some more mockery. It was afternoon, and the sun shone brightly down his neck.

People passed by the place with no reaction to the obvious bullying going around. He grit his teeth. It was as if history was repeating itself.

Quirkless Deku

Useless

Whatcha gonna do loser?

"I would advise you all to stop," a cool and controlled voice spoke.

The bullies paused, never having been reprimanded for it. There were three of them. One seemed to have a stretching Quirk, while another had scaly wings coming out of his back while the last had wickedly sharped nails. 

"Fuck off," one of them said, "Let us teach a lesson to this loser."

"What did he do?" The same voice enquired softly.

"What do you mean, what did he do? He is a Quirkless nobody," another said as if it gave him all the reason in the world to hurt another human being.

Everyone aren't created equal.

"So, I am to assume that his mere existence annoys you?" The voice was like a knife, cool and dangerous.

"Well, then I suppose," Izuku said, throwing off his hood and making them shiver with his deranged smile, "Your actions annoy me. Enough reason, hm?"

"What—, what do you think you are doing, we will—," the person speaking was cut short by Izuku's palm directly landing a clean jab at his neck. He fell down like a puppet with his strings cut.

"I suppose it is my self claimed duty to make people like you aware," the rest fell like rag dolls faced by his speed, "How to feels like to be Quirkless."

Destruction of Quirks forcibly leaves the subject in an extreme state of pain which is enough to knock them unconscious. 

"Hey, you okay?" Izuku asked, turning to the shocked boy. 

"Yea—a—h. Th-a-ank you," he said, shakily getting up.

"It was nothing," Izuku mumbled, "This society is screwed from the core. Quirkless or not, everyone is a human being at first and deserves to be treated as such. Being Quirkless doesn't automatically make you qualify as a punching bag, it shouldn't, but apparently society is too dumb to see that. This kind of treatment—"

"Hey mister, I just wanted to thank you for saving me. If it hadn't been for you, I would have had a few bones broken. But did you," the kid's voice went fearful, "Take away their Quirks."

"I did. They won't bully you anymore," Izuku muttered, looking at their fallen forms.

The kid felt something off about the teen in front of him, but didn't think it would be wise to comment on.

So he just said, "Thank you once again. I will be off."

Izuku watched the boy go, a detached feeling growing in him as he hoped for a better life for the boy. He glanced at his shoulders, out of habit, the permanent burns were hidden by the hoodie he was wearing.

He wiped his face and meandered further into the streets, losing track of time fairly quick.

"I thought that you had found someone else to spend the night with," Todoroki grumbled as he came into the bar, a sheepish smile on his freckled face.

"Aww, is the poor boy jealous," Tomura spoke from where he was vigoursly playing an RPG. 

"You are just salty that I beat you at Mario Kart yesterday," he grumbled, hugging Izuku when he close the door behind him, "I was worried, dumbass. What if a pro hero had found you?"

"Tomura's worry disease has caught onto you too, I see," Izuku commented, narrowly dodging the console which the man thew at him.

Todoroki snorted.

"Kurogiri is going to whack you if you don't finish the Political Science homework. With a spatula." 

"With a spatula," the man-Nomu agreed.

Izuku feigned horror.

"Oh my, the prophesized agony from that sturdy piece of metal for not completing a bunch of hypocrital chapters."

"You know, if you do them, you will have better points to back up said hypocrisy," Kurogiri pointed out, throwing the notebook at him, "Thirty questions. Two hours. Chop chop."

"Geez, gimme a break," Izuku moaned as he went to sit at a stool to complete it. 

Tomura snorted, which quickly turned into an enraged shriek as his character died. 

Todoroki slurped the cold soba, scrolling through social media. 

Life goes on, after all, even if you have been labelled as villains.