My hero academia:Am I worthy?

Izuku found himself in an uncomfortable situation, pondering how to dodge the inquisitive question from his friend. His silence only served to heighten the curiosity and suspicion of those around him. He knew that one careless word could lead to a scandal that would echo throughout the entire kindergarten. However, the teacher, Ayame, interrupted his thoughts by announcing that everyone would need to showcase their abilities on stage.

"Now, Bakugo, remember that showcasing your quirks is currently forbidden. We all have to present our abilities on stage," Ayame declared, unaware that one child in particular would be unable to participate in this display. Realizing that avoidance was not an option, Izuku resigned himself to his fate and watched the other children with admiration. One child skillfully wielded his long hair as a weapon, while another soared gracefully above the ground, levitating in mid-air to the applause of every child, including Izuku, who was captivated by the performance as the girl descended from the stage. Each child relished their moment in the spotlight, receiving applause that varied in intensity. Finally, it was Izuku's turn, and although he was filled with nerves, he was well-known among his peers for his remarkable coordination and teamwork skills, which had earned him the trust of most of the other children. Many anticipated that he would reveal an impressive quirk.

"And now, onto the stage comes Izuku Midoriya," Ayame announced, awaiting him on the small stage to introduce him to the children. Yet, the usually enthusiastic Izuku found himself reluctant, hesitating with a mix of fear and anxiety as he faced the crowd. Ayame interrupted his inner turmoil with a gentle reminder.

"Oh, my apologies, children, I made a mistake. It's actually Katsuki Bakugo taking the stage—a future hero who, in his own words, will surpass even All Might," Ayame announced with dramatic flair, sparking excitement among the children. Katsuki stepped onto the stage with confidence, his eyes meeting those of his peers as he spread his palms and ignited the sweat he had accumulated.

The children, including Izuku, cheered him on, and Katsuki's eyes shone with a sense of superiority over the others. Yet, beneath this confidence lay a fear of his best friend, Midoriya, potentially surpassing him. Scanning the crowd, he eventually spotted the familiar green head of hair, applauding him alongside everyone else. With satisfaction swelling in his chest, Katsuki left the stage with pride.

"Now, our final participant, Izuku Midoriya. Come on, everyone, let's give Midoriya our support!" Ayame called out, her gaze fixed on Izuku, who, with trepidation, signaled his reluctance. Nevertheless, the children's enthusiastic chants of his name compelled him to step forward, albeit hesitantly, with a somber expression, fearful of becoming a future laughingstock.

"Midoriya! Midoriya! Midoriya!" the children chanted, applauding as Izuku ascended the stage and surveyed the crowd. Teacher Ayame watched him closely as he slowly approached the podium, secretly hoping someone might intervene. But no one made a move to stop him.

"I... I... am Quirkless," Izuku stammered, forcing out each word with difficulty, wishing he didn't have to say it. Many had speculated about what his quirk might be, but this day marked a pivotal moment in his life. Silence enveloped the room, as if everyone had been ready to applaud but were now rendered speechless, as if in a vacuum, with only the sound of breathing breaking the quiet. Ayame, witnessing the scene, was taken aback by Midoriya's revelation and struggled to believe his words, though his demeanor suggested otherwise. With his head bowed, he appeared pitiful, hoping for support that never came. Instead, someone in the crowd began to laugh, setting off a ripple of laughter at Midoriya's predicament, as others assumed it was merely a poorly executed joke. Izuku, however, did not share this sentiment. The first to laugh was Bakugo, whose mockery of his best friend ignited feelings of humiliation and inadequacy within Izuku. Every child understood that being quirkless was akin to being old and irrelevant, unworthy of attention.

Standing there like a clown at the center of attention, Izuku was overwhelmed by the laughter that reverberated in his mind. Ashamed of his origins and unable to endure the humiliation, he lowered his head, not in tears, but accepting reality with a heavy heart, and descended from the stage, heading toward the exit. Observing Midoriya's departure, Ayame hurried after him to prevent him from leaving.

"Midoriya, wait. I forbid you to leave," Ayame called out with concern, as this was a unique case in her experience—a boy without a quirk. Understanding the depth of his humiliation, Ayame enveloped him in a comforting embrace, as if he were her own son. Izuku accepted her embrace, wiping away the fresh tears from his eyes.

"Come on, Midoriya, this was just a misunderstanding. I'll explain to everyone that it's not the quirk that matters," Ayame assured him, addressing the students to emphasize that it was wrong to ridicule Midoriya. Listening to the teacher's lecture, the children lowered their heads, and Izuku stood a little taller, realizing that outside his home, there were people who supported him. The children regarded Izuku with indifference, lacking the previous excitement he once inspired. As the classroom hours unfolded, and everyone listened to the eldest in the group, the time approached for the children to be free to pursue their own activities.

Izuku wandered around, playing with the other children, unaware of the long-term implications of his quirklessness. Everyone knew that as long as the teacher was present, they couldn't exploit Izuku's vulnerability.

The day passed quickly, and as afternoon arrived, it signaled the return of parents to collect their children from the institution.

Inko arrived promptly, and Izuku eagerly awaited her to take him away. As they reunited, Izuku shared tales of his day, omitting the incident that would undoubtedly amplify its impact on someone striving to stand out in this world.

"Mom, can I play with my friend Nejire today?" Izuku asked, tugging at her hand.

"Yes, my dear, you'll meet her," Inko replied. In a short span, they had become great friends, perhaps due to Izuku's infectious enthusiasm or simply because he had taken a liking to her.

"Special Agent Izuku calling partner, over."

"Agent Nejire receiving. How's it going, freckle?" they played with their radios until the idea wore thin, prompting a change in focus. Finally, upon seeing each other, they dashed into a hug, as in their secret base, accessible only to them, no one could see what they were up to.

"How was your day, Izuku? Why do you seem so tense? Did someone upset you?" Nejire began in her usual tone, noting that Izuku became slightly shy when she posed her question. Eager for answers, Nejire started to shake him gently, encouraging him to stop overthinking and start responding.

"Iiiizuuukuuu, earth to Izuku, answer me," she insisted, her persistence shaking him from his doubts. Izuku resolved that he wouldn't hide anything from Nejire, recognizing that she would eventually uncover the truth, which wouldn't bode well for him. Nejire's gentle persistence eventually broke through, and Izuku's head spun slightly from her actions.

"You know, Nejire, today I was with some friends, and when the time came to show our quirks, they applauded me, believing I would reveal something amazing," Izuku began, but Nejire immediately grasped the underlying meaning and moved closer, holding his hand to ensure he didn't feel uncomfortable. She took his hand and offered a different suggestion.

"Izuku, what if we create a shared credo, something that binds us as a duo of future heroes, and for our adventures as well?"

"Oh, that's a fantastic idea, Nejire!" Izuku exclaimed, cutting himself off mid-thought, as he had been about to mention how his best friend Katsuki had mocked him. Yet, Nejire's charm and determination were irresistible.

"Uh, how should we name our credo? Let's brainstorm," Izuku suggested, thoughtfully placing a finger on his chin as he pondered.

"Oh, I've got it! Let's call it 'Time for Adventure'!" Izuku declared enthusiastically, extending his fist for a celebratory bump. Her enthusiasm matched his, and she decided to support him despite knowing that the absence of a quirk made his journey much more challenging. But their friendship transcended quirks, as Izuku embraced her lively and spirited nature, finding it delightful and earning Nejire's trust. His infectious enthusiasm was a defining trait, contagious in every sense, yet it didn't bother Nejire; instead, it complemented their unique duo.

"Sounds amazing! Let's shout it on the count of three, as loud as we can."

"TIME FOR ADVENTURE!" they shouted in unison, eyes fixed on the sky, their fists raised triumphantly.

"I have an idea! Let's fortify our secret base, build it so that no one can find it."

"That's a brilliant idea, Izuku! I'm all in," Nejire responded, inspired by the prospect.

Meanwhile, in Mustafu Hospital...

"Are you out of your mind? You barely survived, and now you want to continue your heroics as if nothing happened?!"

To be continued