Izuku Midoriya, known as the hero course UA student Deku. He was everything you weren't - kind, nice, sweet, helpful, loved. Ever since he entered UA, somehow, because - as you and your mother thought - he didn't have a quirk, he acted different.

Different, as in neglecting.

He stopped spending time with you and your mother, Inko Midoriya. He trained alongside his childhood bully and his friends, treating them more like a family than he ever treated you. You still didn't understand how did it happen - how and why did All Might chose him, trained him, favored him.

You were his sibling, Izuku's sibling, and he treated you like you were invisible or trash for the past months. It didn't matter that he was kind and loved by everyone - he still ignored you, walked past you without a word, acted like you didn't exist.

Before all of that, you two were inseperable. You were his younger sibling, he always protected you, played with you, made sure you weren't alone at your birthday.

What changed him? This stupid hero school? You didn't even know. But you hated it. Hated the fact that now you were being treated like air, that he didn't even remember your birthday now, that he lived in UA dorms, that he rarely called. You hated that your mother, Inko, was still happy and didn't see the difference - she was just glad he had friends and was successful.

You were sick of it. So, since he didn't care so much, you stopped too.

Stopped what, exactly?

Stopped trying. You stopped calling him, texting him, doing anything that involved this stupid hero school, his stupid friends, these stupid people who changed him into someone who didn't even remember your favorite color.

You found yourself thinking late at night that he was just like dad. Hisashi. Man who abandoned your mother and you two when you were little, going overseas on business trips and acting like everything was alright.

Izuku's room was always clean, because mom - Inko - always made sure to clean it, including all his All Might figures and posters. She made sure everything was ready - because what if one day he shows up, just to visit - she always said. You knew these were delusions, that he had more important things to do than be with you and her or visit this house that was once full of energy.

Living with your mom alone was alright, but it wasn't the same. It never really, was. All Izuku's fault - you told yourself - everything because of those stupid heroes.

The worst thing was that Inko didn't mind his absence. She was thrilled he finally had friends, that he wasn't bullied, that he was training to be a pro hero, that he was achieving his dream. Oblivious to the fact that it was ruining their family, unaware of your feelings and thoughts about it all. She was just happy for her son.

He was the favorite, after all.

You told yourself you didn't care.

So why did it hurt so much, when you thought about it while laying in your bed, restless?