Not too long after that, Izuku sighs as he smokes alone in his room.
He hates life so much.
He doesn't even blame Shoto for sending Japan into an eternal winter. Sure, it's frustrating as fuck, but…
Fuck.
"You there, God?" Izuku asks. "Mind telling me why my life has been shit my entire life?"
No answer.
Izuku sighs.
"Even though I believe in you, I hate you, you know that?"