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3rd POV
Izuku felt drained. It's was his first day of school after all, so it's expected to be tiring. But this wasn't all. The atmosphere was so thick the moment everyone heard about lack of his quirk, it could be cut with a knife. Meeting new people, their stares and sneers was the main reason of his tiredness. They eyed him like he's sick with Black Death or something. He felt so vulnerable and helpless with pressure of their judgement. Kacchan wasn't helping either.
Izuku didn't want to go back to school anymore.
He fell onto his bed with a huff, shoving his backpack near the desk.
Since it was his first day there wasn't any homework to do. He wasn't in mood of going outside, but staring into the ceiling didn't sound like fun either.
His eyes quickly scanned the room until they stopped at the monitor of his computer. It was a pretty old model. Mom said once that it was his father's old PC that he used to work on before moving to America. She didn't need one to begin with so she gave it to him. Despite the age, it was still working perfectly.
Well. He have nothing better to do anyways.
Izuku huffed again, got up from the bed and walked over to the desk. Running his fingers across the keyboard he noted that it got pretty dusty.
A thought of watching that one All Might video was shooed away as soon as it appeared. He's not a kid anymore. He's already 7 and goes to school by himself.
So he just sat down, turning it on and waited while it was loading.
Suddenly a password requirement popped up.
It's not good. Izuku almost panicked, but looking at the side of the monitor he saw a note that said:
"Password - AllMight01"
A wash of relief waved over him as he sloppily typed the letters in. Upon confirming the password, he saw a blue wallpaper with Microsoft logo and a lot of small icons scattered throughout the screen.
He felt overwhelmed by the sight before him. There were some labels in Japanese that he could hardly read and even some in a weird unknown language that he couldn't understand.
He kept on messing with the folders and files, despite not understanding what it says.
Suddenly, mom enters the room. Her small crouched figure walks up to him and asks:
"Are you okay, Izuku? Why weren't you responding? The lunch is ready".
She must've been calling for him for who knows how long, while he wasn't paying any attention.
"Ummm..."
"Oh. You're finally using it."
They spend the rest of the day exploring the computer. Mom explains to him what labels said and they both having a great time.