Maybe he should give up.

It's useless after all. He's quirkless, he is always reminded of that.

Becoming a pro hero will never be more than a dream to him. A dream so painfully far out of his reach, yet so close to his grasp.

He stares at his lunch as he sits alone. There might just be something off-putting about him that makes people avoid him, or they leave him alone because he doesn't have a quirk, because he's weak.

But that won't stop him. No matter what, no matter if nobody believes in him, he will become a hero. He has to. That little boy who would sit in front of the computer watching heroes, that's who he's doing it for.

They can laugh at him. He knows that's what they will do. He's come to accept the fact that people aren't treated equally in this world, society views you as the use of your quirk.

And if you're quirkless... well, you're useless to them.

A few kids laugh as they pass him. He flinches when they do and shrinks down a bit in his seat.

Ignore it, he thinks to himself as the laughing fades away.

His appetite was gone though, he didn't feel hungry anymore.

One kid shoves his shoulder, but he doesn't do anything. He lets them. He lets them pick on him because he doesn't have the courage to stick up for himself.

He wants to speak up. He wants to be brave and tell them to leave him and his dream alone, but he doesn't want them to see him as even more pathetic than they already do.

He should eat his lunch. He's a sorry sight just staring at his food like that.