###
---
(Izuku's P.O.V.)
---
The years that followed my quirk evaluation were nothing short of a nightmare. The abuse and neglect I suffered at the hands of my parents only grew worse with time, turning my life into an endless cycle of pain and despair. Every day was a battle for survival, a test of endurance that left me battered and bruised, inside and out.
At school, things were no better. Despite excelling in my studies, I was invisible to everyone around me. My achievements were overlooked, my efforts ignored. The only attention I received was from those who sought to hurt me—my own twin sister, Izumi, and my former best friend, Katsuki Bakugou.
---
Izumi and Bakugou had become inseparable, the perfect power couple. Izumi, with her mother's advanced telekinesis, was adored by everyone, praised for her strength and beauty. Bakugou, with his explosive quirk, was the star of our class, feared and respected by all. Together, they ruled the school, and together, they made my life a living hell.
It wasn't always like this. There was a time when Bakugou and I were close, almost like brothers. But that bond shattered the moment it was revealed that I was quirkless. To him, I was no longer worth his time or respect. I was just another weakling to be trampled on.
"Hey, Deku!" Bakugou's voice echoed down the hallway as I walked to class, my head down, trying to avoid his gaze. But it was no use. He always found me.
I barely had time to react before a powerful blast sent me flying into the lockers. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath.
"Look at you, you pathetic loser," Bakugou sneered, standing over me with that familiar sadistic grin. "What's the matter? Can't handle a little explosion? Guess that's what you get for being quirkless."
Izumi stood beside him, her expression one of cold amusement. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. There was no sympathy, no concern—only disdain.
"Why do you even bother coming to school, Deku?" Bakugou continued, his voice dripping with venom. "You're a waste of space. You're never going to be a hero, so why don't you just give up?"
I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. I wanted to fight back, to scream at them, to tell them that I would become a hero, no matter what they said. But the words caught in my throat, and all I could do was lie there, trembling, as they laughed at my misery.
"You should just do us all a favor and disappear," Bakugou spat, delivering one final kick to my side before walking away, Izumi following close behind. "The world would be better off without a quirkless freak like you."
Their laughter echoed in my ears long after they were gone, leaving me alone in the hallway, bruised and broken. I struggled to my feet, wincing as pain shot through my body. I had learned to endure the physical pain, but the emotional wounds cut much deeper.
Despite everything, I refused to let them break my spirit. I still held onto the hope that one day, I would prove them wrong. I would become a hero, quirk or no quirk. But with each passing day, that hope grew dimmer, buried beneath the weight of their cruelty.
---
By the time I returned home, my body was aching, and my mind was numb. I walked through the palace gates, the grand entrance looming over me like a reminder of the life I could never truly be a part of. The servants barely glanced at me as I limped through the halls, my presence an unwelcome shadow in the glittering world of royalty.
As I approached the main chamber, I noticed something unusual—there were voices coming from within, hushed but intense. My heart sank. A family meeting. They were never good, especially when they concerned me.
I hesitated at the door, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle. A part of me wanted to turn and run, to avoid whatever judgment awaited me inside. But I knew I couldn't escape. Not this time.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
---
The Family Meeting
---
The room was filled with a heavy tension that made it hard to breathe. My parents sat at the head of the long table, their faces as cold and stern as ever. Izumi was there too, sitting beside my father, her expression unreadable.
"Izuku," my father's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. "You're late."
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered, bowing my head in apology, though I knew it wouldn't matter.
He didn't respond, his gaze icy as he looked me over, taking in the bruises and cuts that covered my body. "You're a disgrace," he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. "Every day, you bring shame to this family."
I flinched, the words hitting me like a physical blow. "I-I'm trying… I'm trying my best."
"Your best is not enough," my mother interjected, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. "You've failed us, Izuku. You've failed this family."
The words were like a dagger to my heart. I had known they were disappointed in me, but hearing it said so bluntly, so cruelly, was almost too much to bear.
"Do you understand what you've done?" my father continued, his voice rising with anger. "You are a Midoriya, a member of the royal family. You were supposed to inherit a quirk that would make you a ruler, a king! Instead, you are quirkless, a weakling who can't even defend himself. You are a stain on our legacy."
I wanted to defend myself, to tell them that I was still their son, that I still had worth, but the words wouldn't come. All I could do was stand there, shaking, as they tore me apart.
"And then there's the matter of your behavior at school," my mother added, her tone icy. "You've become an embarrassment, a target for bullying, unable to stand up for yourself. Your classmates ridicule you, your sister is ashamed of you. How do you think that reflects on us?"
I glanced at Izumi, hoping for some sign of support, but she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the table in front of her. The sister who had once stood by my side now looked at me with nothing but indifference.
"Enough is enough," my father declared, slamming his hand down on the table, causing me to jump. "We have made our decision."
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Decision? What decision?
"You are no longer welcome in this family," he said, his voice final and unyielding. "You are to be banished from the palace, effective immediately. You will no longer carry the Midoriya name, and you are never to return."
The room spun around me, the words echoing in my mind like a death sentence. Banishment? They were… banishing me?
"Father, please!" I pleaded, falling to my knees in desperation. "I'll do better! I'll try harder! Please, don't do this!"
But my pleas fell on deaf ears. My father's expression remained cold and unmoved, and my mother didn't even look at me. It was as if I no longer existed.
"Get up, Izuku," my father ordered, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion. "You've embarrassed us for long enough. Leave, and never return."
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling beneath me. I looked to Izumi one last time, hoping for some sign that she still cared, that she would speak up for me.
But when our eyes met, all I saw was a cold, steely gaze. "You should have never been born," she said, her voice soft but cutting. "You're a useless brother, and you've done nothing but bring shame to us all."
Her words shattered what little remained of my heart. I had lost her completely. My own sister, the person I had loved and protected, had turned her back on me entirely.
I didn't argue. I didn't beg. I simply nodded, my vision blurred by tears, and turned to leave.
---
As I walked through the palace one last time, I heard the sounds of celebration echoing through the halls. My banishment was being treated like a victory, a moment of relief for them. Servants whispered and snickered as I passed, their eyes filled with pity and contempt.
Once outside the gates, I turned back to look at the place that had been my home, the palace that had once symbolized my dreams of a bright future. Now, it was nothing but a prison that had cast me out.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched the lights from inside flicker with joy, the laughter of my family reaching my ears like a cruel taunt. They were glad I was gone. They were finally free of their quirkless failure.
I stood there for what felt like hours, letting the pain wash over me, the reality of my situation sinking in. I was alone. Truly alone.
But even as the tears fell, something inside me shifted once again. The hurt, the despair, the loneliness—it was all still there, but beneath it, something else began to grow. A cold, steely resolve.
I wiped my eyes, forcing myself to stop crying. There was no use in tears anymore. My family had made it clear that I was nothing to them, that I was a failure, a disgrace. But if they thought they could break me, they were wrong.
I turned away from the palace, my back straightening as I walked into the darkness. I didn't know where I would go or what I would do, but I knew one thing for certain: I would survive. I would endure. And one day, I would prove them all wrong.
They may have cast me out, but I would not let them destroy me. I would rise above the pain, the rejection, and the cruelty. I would find my own path, and I would become stronger than they could ever imagine.
As I disappeared into the night, leaving behind the only life I had ever known, I made a silent vow to myself. I would become a hero—not to prove anything to them, but to prove it to myself. I would show them that even a quirkless failure could rise from the ashes.
And when that day came, they would all regret the day they banished Izuku Midoriya.
---