It was hard before he had gotten accepted at the best school for heroes in the world. Before that, he was just a loud kid that was, according to most of his teachers, "hyperactive" and "disruptive" in classes.
But regular school was so <i>boring</i> - he already knew what they were trying to teach him and he didn't like to keep still or be quiet for more than a few minutes at a time.
It didn't help him gain friends for some reason, though. They teased him about his quirk and ridiculed him about his love for older music as well as the new stuff. The harder he tried to smile more and be cooler so they would like him, the more he was ostracized. His smile faltered in private, and there were tears more times than he liked to remember.
He ate lunch in the music room and went there on his breaks, too. One of the sound proofed rooms had technical equipment and he picked up a lot of techniques on his own fooling around learning what he could. It was fun, but a lot of the times he found himself wishing he could just sit down with a friend and talk. At least his headphones allowed him to ignore some of the crueler things said about him.
He knew that if he could become a pro hero, he would always smile. He would make everyone feel happy and included, because that's what everyone deserved.
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