What was...
This feeling...?
He hadn't felt that feeling in so long...
The feeling of purpose... freedom... hope even.
But why? What had happened? There was a flash of colours. No- memories. Cemented in his mind, his emotions were shifted along with his morals. It hurt yet relieved him. A shock of electricity burst through him, and he stopped struggling. Before his mind went blank, he saw one last image, an image he knew would never see again. It was a picture of him and his friends at UA. But a voice in his head told him otherwise. It all went black after.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" All Might yelled, struggling more and more. The man only shook his head and looked down. All Might didn't know how to respond to that. Deku wasn't moving at all, and the man looked disappointed. Had... had whatever he did, killed his successor?
In in a last desperate attempt, he broke free once again. He had to save Deku, no matter what. Luckily, Shigaraki wasn't there to possibly kill them. It was only him and... the man who was the main threat to Deku. Regaining power, he sprang into action. The man took a fighting stance, bracing for impact as All Might threw a punch. Thrown back a little, he regained his balance and hit back. With a high kick, a blow hit him, and his power wasn't sustainable enough for him to change into his muscular self. Those electric wires were worse than he thought. It had decreased his power to a tremendous level. What did that mean for Young Midoriya? This wasn't any ordinary villain. What even was his quirk? It was enough to have maybe permanently knocked out Midoriya. Crashing into a wall, he tried to soften his landing. But he didn't have time to recuperate as the man jumped for his side, finally getting a good view of his face. Her eyes were only spirals, as if trying to hypnotise him, a scar on his mouth, revealing horrible teeth. What happened to this guy? His quirk might not be as unpredictable as he thought.
…
Although it was shining in the sky, it felt cold; like it's smile upon him was out of pity. Not truly out of love. But he got used to it. Even if clouds wouldn't cover it, it made him feel happy that he at least had the feeling of warmth, even if it was fake. By this point, why would he even go anymore. The only thing that happened was learn some new things and... well...
Get ridiculed.
Was it even worth it anyway?
Same uniform, same hopes, same dream-crushing. No matter how hard he tried to, the world hated him. Those who he grew to look up to wanted to see him disappear. To leave their life. Out of the picture. All because... what? Because he did not have a quirk due to some stupid extra bone?! Maybe he was right.
He closed his book; the pages were damp. Wiping a bit of blood from his head he carefully placed it in his bag. That was the only thing that made him happy. To write notes on his favourite heroes, to prepare for when he was one himself. But how likely was that to happen. He was tired. Sure, his mother was nice to him; supporting him. But what else what she supposed to do? Straight up tell him his dreams were going to fail anyway? He stood up. Ever since that encounter with All Might yesterday, things were different. His own idol told him he was never going to be a hero. What even was the point of writing in that stupid book anyway? Yanking it out of his bag he prepared to hurl it over the roof railing. That was what he did the other day... He slowly lowered his hand and stared through the railing. The voice rang it his head.
"Maybe take a swan-dive off the roof of the school and hope you get a quirk in your next life!"
A swan-dive? They always looked majestic; he, on the other hand, couldn't replicate their beauty. He was just pathetic. He clutched the book to his chest and a drop of blood mixed with a tear rolling down. He stood up, still clutching his precious book, trudging to the edge of the roof and stared over it. It was quite the fall if anyone fell. The railing was too high for any accident to happen. Only purposeful falls. He gripped the book tighter and turned around. Sliding down to the floor he stared up, tears streaming down from his pitiful eyes. They were uncontrollable. The clouds started to grow a darker colour. The sky growled in hunger. The sun turned its back to him, finally ending its fake smile. Small dripples of rain broke out, making the ground a little darker from its touch.
As it intensified, his heart felt a strain. His eyes were blank and emotionless, though the tears wouldn't cease, nor did he try to stop them. Only occasionally blinking from the rain reaching his eyes. His hair started to flatten, no longer in its joyful, fluffy state, instead in a remorseful, wet and careless appearance. How lucky was he? For rain to come at this time. To rinse the blood off his forehead. It was just a cut, he told himself. It was his fault, he told himself. But deep down, he knew the truth. Nothing was his fault. He bent over to protect his soul from the miserable needles. Nothing was his fault. A few drops of blood reached the floor. It was never his fault.
The tears stopped.
He could never become a hero, eh? Everyone seemed to tell him that. Even his mother told him so, even if she didn't know he knew. That day, when he found out the painful truth, her reaction told him everything. She knew he could never achieve his dream. He lost grip of the drenched book and it slammed against the concrete with a sloshy sound. He looked down at it in the same blank expression. Never become a hero, eh? He'll see about that. He had something NO ONE could dream about having. No hero, villain, or ordinary person. Notes to every Pro hero ever.
He had every hero's weakness written down in 13 simple books. A slight grin slit across his face.
"Never become a hero, eh? Then I won't be a hero. I'll be the most powerful villain the world has ever seen! No one will be able to defeat me!" he laughed. "I WILL BE THE NUMBER ONE VILLAIN!"
His laughed was drowned out by the rain and busy cars. He lifted his book off the soggy ground and shoved it in his bag, trying to not damage it. He stared behind, drops of blood still on the ground. It didn't matter, no one would know it was from him, it was a mixed school after all, not that anyone really cared for him anyway...
Not even his so-called 'friend'. Bakugo. He was never his friend. He clung to close to a sun that was bound to burn him every day. But he clung to the past. Where they were actual friends. Before the idea of the quirk hierarchy he'd made up separated them. "I hate him", he repeated in his head as he stealthily crept down the stairs. Over and over, he repeated to himself as his heart's crack began to fix themselves. Yet in no pureness, except in a dark cement. The darkness of misery, sorrow, anger and hate. Everything that was going to fuel his strength.
…
That was what happened right? It was fuzzy but he could still remember it. Was he remembering it right? It felt wrong yet his heart told him otherwise.
A red light shone in front of him. He stopped in his tracks and examined it. As if it showed its harmlessness, he reached out to it. A blinding flash later, he flinched and crashed into a wall behind him. His eyes felt sewn shut yet when he opened them, things looked different. A new light. A new perspective to the world. He turned to a mirror that was next to him to notice a new change. His eyes were different. No longer green, but, red? After blinking a few times, they went back to normal. What was that? He quickly scanned around him to make sure no one saw him. Luckily, he was still alone. Though it was only for a short while, he felt that it was going to happen again.
Little did he know, it was already happening.