Sent to a church. It was quite normal, nothing extreme or stereotypical. Izuku was quite the normal and happy boy. Upon seeing new kids, he was shy.

“H-Hi, my name’s Izuku Midoriya…” Izuku said, smiling shyly. Over the course of weeks, he started to get more comfortable.

After supper, Izuku’s eyes laid upon a lonely looking kid.

“Don’t. They told us they weren’t ‘one of us.’ “ One kid said, others nodding. But Izuku didn’t care. He approached you.