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Midoriya Izuku doesn’t have much. Being quirkless has put him at the bottom of most people's lists of ‘who to give a damn about.’
So in school he’s ridiculed, after school he’s bullied, throughout the rest of his life he’s ignored.
But while Midoriya doesn’t have a quirk he does have cute innocent eyes, freckles that always make him seem younger than he is, and a nervous attitude that screams “this one must be protected.”
He’s got a golden heart that leads him to helping old ladies cross the street, pulling cats out of trees, and guiding lost kids back to their parents.
He’s got a smile that rivals the sun, a smile that makes people’s hearts feel warm and fuzzy, a smile that people would kill for.
To him it’s just offering a helping hand. A few kind words, a bright smile, some enthusiastic help. To the people he’s helping, it’s the world. He knows people in high and low places, people far and wide. He doesn’t discriminate, each person receiving equal compassion and empathy. He knows nobodies and somebodies and have been’s and going to be’s.
He doesn’t quite realize it yet. Because to him it’s easy. Simple as breathing, couldn’t live any other way.
But Midoriya Izuku has something better than a quirk.
He has friends.