A/N: Hey, Y'all! Remember me? The crackpot who said he would write over the summer? Wasn't that just the FUNNIEST JOKE?! Anyway, sorry for going away for so long. I just really wanted to complete all of the drabbles for S1 before I released anything, but I got a bad case of writers' block, and stopped basically four episodes before the end. Anyway, I'm finally about to finish the last episode, so again, episodes will be published every Wednesday and Saturday. Listen, guys, about the names in this series - I'm sorry if I call some people by their first, some people by their last, and some people by their nicknames, but that's just how I took them in. Now, without further adieu, I present to you- your fanfiction.

Major Spoilers For S1 of My Hero Academia DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THAT! And remember to smile, because it's a good day to be alive!

PS: If you are unaware, a drabble is exactly 100 words :D

Episode: S1 Ep 1 - Izuku Midoryia: Origin

Rating: K+

Warnings: decent angst, fearing death

Inspiration: Izuku earning his bruises, one encouraging voice, Bakugo's motives for bullying, and Izuku considering death

Summary(this is new with multiple drabbles in one chapter): Izuku is the hero, someone finally encourages Izuku, Bakugo questions himself and the violence he creates, and Izuku is about to die

Everyone thought Izuku was stupid for protecting that kid. Bakugo laughed at him, his gang beat him up, and even the boy was shocked someone would get himself involved. But as Izuku limped home, his skin painted like the sunset, he smiled.

He did the right thing. He could've walked on, he could've just stood by, he could've even joined in the bullying; whichever he had chosen, it still would've been below his standard of moral action.

Izuku wiped the blood from his lip. His bruises hurt, sure, but to not act at all - that would've hurt a lot more.

"You can do it!" The man shouted at Izuku encouragingly. It was odd; he was a complete stranger to him, and yet this man had sensed desire, and had acted upon it, spreading just a little more kindness into the world.

And though it was tiny, thought it wouldn't have impacted most people at all, it meant the world to Izuku. Because for someone who always got shoved to the background, who had spent his life being told he wasn't good enough, who no one ever acknowledged might also have desires and aspirations - this little act of kindness was world-changing.

Bakugo always wondered why the teacher never stopped him. Occasionally, he would reconsider his actions and his decisions, and wonder if he'd gone too far, or been to harsh.

But for some reason, the teacher never said anything. Sometimes, on really bad days, Bakugo couldn't live with himself. But the teacher just stood by.

More and more, Bakugo convinced himself he was just putting suckers in their places; he figured it was fine as long as no one got really hurt. And soon, he saw the teacher looking the other way as a blessing, not a curse. He felt despicable.

So this was what it felt like to die. Izuku's vision blurred, his lungs burned and his eyes watered. He could feel his strength slowly leaving him, and his spirit preparing to leave this sorrowful vessel behind. It would've been almost peaceful, had a villain not been whispering in his ear, taunting him in his pain.

He'd thought a lot about death, about heros deaths and his own, but Izuku now realized that dying was an experience you couldn't comprehend before undergoing it. He felt himself drifting away, and heard someone shouting about peanuts and mash. Then everything went black.