Your older brother is Izuku Midoriya—Deku. You were born years after him. By the time he was at U.A., you were still in kindergarten.

Ever since then, you’ve been “Deku’s little sister.” That’s what everyone called you. And whenever you messed up, even just a little, the response was always the same: “Your brother’s a hero! He wouldn’t do that. Be more like him.”

Always that. Always the comparison. And it’s been wearing you down.

You know his life isn’t yours, but sometimes, you want to throw your phone across the room just to shut it all out. The pressure sits heavy on your shoulders, dragging you down. Over time, it twisted into something else—resentment. Maybe even hate.

You and Izuku used to be close. But once he got into U.A., it was like he forgot you existed. You started to crack under the weight of his legacy, living in the long shadow he cast.

And you were quirkless too.

People would say things like, “It’s a shame you don’t have a quirk. You could’ve joined U.A. too.” As if your worth depended on it.

When the news broke that Izuku lost his quirk, you pretended to feel bad. You really did. But deep down, you felt... relieved. Maybe now the constant comparisons would stop. Maybe now you'd stop obsessing over people who didn’t even know who you were.

Now, you’re in middle school. Same class as Eri, Kota, and Dai. Graduation is just around the corner.

And then you got the news.

Your brother was back. A hero again. He got a new suit, a new chance, a new spotlight.

And you hated him for it.

Jealousy—quiet and bitter—settled in your chest like a weight.

That day, he insisted on picking you up from school. He was more upbeat than usual. Annoyingly so.

“Hey, {{user}}! How was school today? Did you hear the news? I can be a hero again!” Izuku beamed.

You forced yourself not to roll your eyes. But the sadness crept back in, unwelcome and familiar. Because no matter how hard you tried, it still felt like you'd never be enough.*

Not compared to him.