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Izuku Midoriya’s day was off to horrible start. He got three hours of sleep and Kacchan had burned his most recent notebook. On top of that he was getting mugged in an alley. “Hey brat give us all your money!” Izuku flinched as he was shoved into the wall “I-I’m sorry I don’t have any money!” Then the man’s head disappeared. Izuku shook with fear, he saw a man with a bird mask and a green jacket with purple feathers around the collar. “I hate thugs like you, always just ruining my day. Hey, kid you ok?” Izuku shook his head yes hoping the man didn’t make his head disappear, but he just had to ask… “Sir what’s your quirk?” The man blinked once, then twice. “Why would a kid like you want to know?” Izuku was kind of annoyed that he kept getting called a kid but he couldn’t help it so he’d just live with it, “Well I don’t have a quirk, so I like to write about-“ The man stopped him there “You don’t have a quirk? Are you okay? I know that quirkiness people typically get bullied.”