Once he'd been able to hope, to walk forward towards the beacons of heroism; looming over his quirkless self. Gods turned men. But he saw it now, while everyone clambered in their foot steps; their cosmetic shine a front for their twisted, hideous insides. He wanted to go back, to hope, to heroism. But he couldn't, now there was only him, a Devil and Spite.
Rated: T - English - Crime/Western - Chapters: 2 - Words: 9,720 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 5/7 - Published: 12/10/2021 - Naofumi I., Malty/Mein, Izuku M., Momo Y.