Memories can be the greatest salvation for some.
They are full of happy moments and goals that can be fulfilled in the future or the lives of all those who can appreciate them on track.
Although that is not your case.
Memories are a nightmare that has no end.
His first memories are happy.
He and his friends are playing in the park near their houses, playing investigative, catch, hide and seek, heroes and villains. Everyone having fun on their childhood adventures.
He then sees himself at home having dinner with his family and his friend while they talk about the heroes they had seen since the old meeting or on the way home.
The innocence of their souls.
Then he sees himself in kindergarten. Everyone is having fun while doing the activities that the teacher gave them, drawing what they want to be when they grow up. That was something easy for everyone. His hands start sweating and then sparks fly.
His Quirk appeared.
Everyone around him is surprised and celebrates that he got it, even his best friend gives him his best smile, congratulating him.
From there everything starts to collapse.
With each passing day, most of his companions are accessing their Quirks, all but one. At first he didn't care, he had always known that he wouldn't have a big quirk like the others because of his parents but there was also the option of some mutation. But still, everyone had fun in their games until the day came when everything changed.
Izuku Midoriya is a Quirkless.
He didn't find out until a few days later when the teacher explained that there were some people who didn't have a Quirk and that Izuku, his friend, didn't have one.
Everyone made fun of him, including him. The two had to bet on who would be the most powerful and surpass All Might. But since Izuku didn't have a Quirk, he was disqualified. If only he had known that that insignificant and childish bet had long been forgotten by the green-haired man.
But there was something I would never forget about that day...
His face and gaze were unreadable as if his soul had been sucked out.
Not having a Quirk, everything changed around him, while he was praised for his quirk, Midoriya was punished and blamed for insignificant things as if he had no right to do them. At first he thought he deserved it, his teachers in elementary school had told them about the pre-Quirk era and what non-quirks, everyone knew, had done on purpose to harm the freckled boy. Many closed-minded people like him took it very badly and the beatings and insults began.
But the freckled man stood firm in the face of all that.
But he still seemed affected...
When they turned ten, the physical attacks and discrimination increased, all the boys their age were aware of what Midoriya was and what he meant so theyDeku He was the center of ridicule and abuse. He was strong, his quirk was strong and he deserved those praises, he was the best, he would be number one, but...
But it wasn't until that incident in the forest, when he fell from that log into the water that he realized something. Something that I couldn't overcome, not even by dying and being reborn...
Midoriya's heart...
For Izuku Midoriya it was almost impossible to hate someone, no matter how much they made his life hell, the freckled man would always call him by that nickname even though they had not spoken for years or shared things like in the past, he always considered him a friend. . The green-haired man would never hesitate to help anyone who needed help, despite how they were with him, like on that occasion...
He was the only one who came down from that great place to help him while the others extras They stayed upstairs making fun...
"Are you OK?",Midoriya had asked him that time.
He could be strong, he could always be right, he would always have a powerful Quirk… but he would never have the heroic heart that Izuku had. Anger overcame him.
He made his life hell, no matter how hard he tried, something about the green-haired man would remind him of All Might.
Always so friendly. Always so positive despite everything they put you through, always refusing to give up his dream of being a hero. Something inside him knew he would never beat him, no matter how hard he tried to be number one. Izuku would always be ahead of him.
Since the freckled man unknowingly had what Katsuki Bakugou lacked.
No one would feel that way with someone so arrogant and so bad-tempered, he just had to look at Endeavor to realize that he was only in the number two position only because of his achievements towards the community, not because he was kind-hearted. That's why he would never surpass All Might.
If only Izuku had a Quirk, he would beat him no matter what...
Katsuki had the strength and tenacity of a hero like Endeavor.
But Izuku shined and had the heart of a hero like All Might.
It was very obvious that if things had been different from the beginning, who would be the number one hero.
Maybe that's why she started hating him from the beginning.
Then there was the fact that the nerd turned out to be just that from the beginning… a nerd. He only had to look at his analysis notebooks to know that Izuku had a good head on his shoulders and that his low grades were only due to the discrimination he received from teachers. He could be sure that the freckled boy could take a certification exam and pass one hundred percent if he put his mind to it, but social differences had to be present at all times, it didn't matter if the green-haired boy's answers were the same as his own, the freckled boy always I would do poorly on exams and activities.
And now his memories were wrapped up in that particular day.
Classes passed very calmly in his opinion. The nerd had not murmured anything since he had arrived in the classroom besides the fact that his notebook had not been taken out of his backpack at any time. Katsuki turned to look at him with exasperation as he finished the activity they were doing, his face was paler than normal as if he were sick, the dark and very marked dark circles under his eyes gave him to understand that he had not slept in days possibly since They met that villain from the mud, his hair was more messy than usual and he had lost it as well as his eyes, which before shone as if they were emeralds, were now only a sad grayish-green color, the uniform was also misaligned. , Bakugou could see how old it was even if it was worn out, he could see the patches they used to repair the long cuts.
But what made him most impatient was his very obvious disappointment.
That wasn't the Deku who always smiled for no reason.
He seemed more like an imposter than anything else.
But he didn't care, as long as it didn't interfere with his change to being the best.
First error…
If only I had known what would happen at departure time.
In the last class Midoriya had stayed until last like every day. Everyone was eager to return home or go with their friends to different places, it was Friday and no one really wanted to do their homework at that time. Bakugou and his entourage left the room without immortals anything, as if they were the kings of the place without noticing how the green-haired boy was walking in the opposite direction to the exit.
Second error…
Most of the boys were at the entrance when something caught their attention. The terrified scream of his classmate followed by a dull and abnormal thud made the blonde turn around only to find that image that would haunt him until the end of his days. There in the middle of the front yard was the body of the freckled man, surrounded by that large stain of blood that was constantly draining from his head, his arms were extended and his bangs covered his eyes. The blood came out of his mouth in a trickle and ran down his cheek until it fell to the ground. He didn't know when or how but he was no longer at the entrance, all of his zero had gotten close enough to crouch next to him and try to keep him awake.
He felt so afraid.
A fear I had never experienced.
She still saw him breathing but each time it was so weak that panic took over her body.
"Hey! "Don't fall asleep!" the blonde shouted at him, desperate, he kept shaking him and shouting at him, he was terrified, never in his life did he expect to see something like that. He did not expect Izuku to actually follow his advice to jump off the roof, he knew that the minor was stubborn and faithful to his beliefs and dreams, so it was difficult for him to understand why the green-haired boy easily gave in to his words. "Hey, Deku! Izuku! Zuzu!"
Do you want a new opportunity?
But she didn't get any reaction from him at any time, she kept shaking him as best she could trying to wake him up when she saw his eyes close. "Don't die, we still have to become heroes together! Come on Zuzu! You can't do this to Auntie! Don't leave her! Do not leave Me!"
He had said it, after a decade he had said that nickname with which they began their friendship. The one I used before I learned to read Kanji and started calling itDeku, The sound of sirens was present as he desperately clung to the now corpse of his former friend.
For a moment he felt like all the air was leaving his lungs as the paramedics pulled him away from him and took him away. He was going to follow them until something made him stop, that familiar sound that made him nauseous. They were laughing.
The damn extras were laughing at their classmate's death. His blood boiled with anger.
"They saw that?! Deku will finally stop causing trouble!"
"It was time!"
"It was taking a while."
And more things came to their ears that seemed to burn every time something new came out of those mouths. His body trembled at the audacity of his classmates and teachers, his anger, which he actually had a lot of, seemed ready to explode, literally, but his mind was still engrossed in Izuku bleeding to death on the floor. He got up from the floor and, ignoring the calls of the others, headed towards the nearest hospital, where, with luck, Midoriya would be treated.
He spent hours in the waiting room, since he was a minor he couldn't do much no matter how much he refuted and complained, his parents were busy and Izuku's mother, Inko, was on the way. The doctors just stared at him from the other hallway while whispering among themselves, that had given him a bad feeling when they let out a light giggle as if they were amused by the young blonde's concern.
But as soon as Midoriya's mother arrived, their faces changed to more professional ones, almost causing a snort from Katsuki who did not hesitate to approach to prevent him from falling to the ground when they began to give his son's diagnosis.
"Mrs. Midoriya, I'm sorry to tell you this news, but your son is dead..."
Those words stuck in the hearts of the two present. The short woman sank to her knees on the ground while thick tears fell like a waterfall from her eyes. His baby, his son, his Izuku had died. "W-What happened?" she asked in a flood of tears, her voice was broken and her entire body was shaking.
"She committed suicide", the doctor's attitude didn't help much in that situation either, it seemed as if he was tired of the mother's cries. "You shouldn't be surprised, ma'am. It was very likely that it would happen."
"W-What do you mean by that?" the woman questioned between hiccups.
"Your son didn't have a Quirk, so according to surveys, he was at the age of redemption."
"Redemption?" the teenager and the woman asked, the doctor just nodded his head as if it were very obvious.
"Already knows. "Quirkless people commit suicide between the ages of fourteen and sixteen because they have accepted their role in society: none," his cheeky smile reminded him of his own every time he opened his stupid mouth to insult the freckled man, something about him. he stirred. "Thatkind of people don't live long since they have nowhere to belong."
Those words made him reason.
How many times had he said the same thing to Izuku?
There had been so many that I would have lost count the first week.
Guilt eats you up inside...
Something stirred inside him, something... uncomfortable. Was that what Izuku felt every time he said those words? It had to be that, because sadness and rejection ran through his entire body as if it were him to whom those words were dedicated. She watched as her aunt, if she could continue calling her that, was arguing with the doctor, the tears had been left behind at the moment the specialist had pronounced those words, now she was red with anger and her eyes did not show that kindness to the one. which I was used to since I was little.
It was completely different.
And Izuku had inherited that trait from her.
Undoubtedly.
On many occasions I saw him manifest that behavior that was so unpacifistic and not at all accommodating to others. Unlike what was mentioned previously, Midoriya rarely showed that dark side that he seemed to contain deep in his heart and that on several occasions ended up causing him a lot of problems because he did not know how to deal with that type of situation without being a member. from his family, he could tolerate his old lady, but even knowing how angry Mitsuki Bakugou was, what Midoriya showed was something out of hell itself.
Without a doubt, the Midoriyas were a box full of surprises.
I walk through the streets with my mind full of memories. In the end they had kicked him out of the hospital because he had nothing to do with the deceased.He clucked his mouth as he remembered the audacity of the nurses when they openly mocked the death of the green-haired teenager, the look on the faces of the doctors every time they mentioned him, as if the freckled man was worthless, but who was he to talk about who? Was he useless?
Izuku wasn't useless at all, that's for sure. In any case, he was useless for not having realized the reality in time.
He had been so blind that he forgot about his friend.
Do you want to see it?
It took ten years before he realized that Izuku Midoriya never put him down or would put him down, he just wanted his friend to know that he would be a great hero one day.
What a great hero he was going to be, he had made his childhood friend commit suicide.
Remorse would devour him until the end of his days.
You can do it if you want...
Maybe that's why he ended up skipping dinner and started to steal the photo album that his mother had on one of the shelves in the living room. She spent almost the entire night looking at all the photos she had with the freckled boy remembering those moments, how they met as babies, their birthdays, the Christmases they spent together, the first days of school and even when they went out to play in the park while being supervised. for their mothers, surprisingly there were also photos of their graduations, it always made it easier to take photos together.
Izuku smiling nervously at a grumpy Katsuki.
Like a child, cling to the hope of seeing him again...
Midoriya seemed to be as battered as usual even though he tried to hide the bruises under his uniform. His nervous smile was clearly fake but if it weren't for the fact that Bakugou knew him well he wouldn't know it from a real one, but his eyes, those shining emeralds that shone every time the sun touched them had faded, leaving a depressing and empty color.
He let out a sad smile along with a few tears, that had been the last photo in the album, the last one they took a table before all that happened. He snuggled up between his sheets hugging that photo album.
I can guide you to that happiness…
His eyelids become heavy, causing fatigue to gradually win the hard battle it had provoked during the day.
You'll find it…
He looked around, the large living room in which he had woken up was not his room at all, the walls were a light color and the decorations seemed to have come out of some tale of castles and dragons because of that shield that adorned above the fireplace. He looked at the large mirror in front of him, that hand was tentatively peeking out before him.
Take my hand and never let go...
His body moved on its own as if the threads controlled it. His hand took the opposite one without hesitation, not caring that it had gone through the glass that separated them. His eyes closed again, letting himself be carried away by that glow that left him almost blinded, waiting for that warm voice to guide him along the path to Izuku.
I'll make sure you two...
In this world…
And in the other...
Have a happy ending...
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