How did he get here?
It was hard to breathe.
Izuku fell to his knees, the flimsy cloth of his uniform pants finally ripping after all the wear and tear it'd been through all day. The jagged ground leaving indents in his skin, pricking here and there, allowing the scratches to bead with blood. Izuku didn't mind though, the small bits of pain were grounding, grounding him to his mind, to his surroundings, to the earth and to this moment.
It was hard to breathe.
He could barely hear the words coming from the tall blondes mouth. His baritone voice just reverberated through his head like a rumbling echo, slowly quieting and lost over time. But it was fine, he may not hear the words, but some part of his mind was processing what he was saying.
What the symbol of peace was saying.
It was hard to breathe.
With everything he's been through, with how terrible a thing he was, how did he manage to do this now?
Monster , it repeated in his mind, bouncing off the walls of his skull and sending an involuntary flinch through his body. Freak, his thoughts went on. To trick the symbol of peace - you've reached a new low. He couldn't stop the thoughts, so he went through his mind and wondered and thought and calculated and questioned, crossed data and facts and statistics and anything and everything he could find about what he's heard and what he knew to find out why, why this man would think him worthy of such things.
How, how, how? How did he do it? How did he manage to convince this man, this symbol of peace, that he was worthy of being his successor? That a monster was worthy? How did he lie so well to such a great man?
He was a monster, a monster that was dressed in a human skin. He sobbed harder as he tried to find the trick, as he tried to find the lie - anything that would be evidence against what this man was offering him. It couldn't be real, it couldn't be true.
No one gave him anything - not without a price, not without some type of consequence. Not unless he was lying and tricked them.
His mind whispered at him - Monster, freak, creep, worthless, pathetic, useless, cursed .
But even as his mind ran over and over and over and tried to find some way to dispute the words being said, Izuku couldn't find any fault - no hidden meaning. All Might wanted him to become his successor, no questions asked besides to keep this a secret.
Emerald eyes gleamed for the first time in years as he realized the blonde meant his words. But he still couldn't understand why such a man would want something as disgusting as him. He doesn't remember doing anything to the man, nothing that could warrant such a response - how had he lied to get the symbol of peace to do such a thing?!
How, how, how, howhow- HOW ?
He couldn't understand, Izuku thinks he might never understand. Things weren't given to him - him, a monster, he was a monster for a reason, he did terrible things, thought terrible things, was a creep, a stalker ( but he really just liked quirks, he was just interested, why couldn't he have interests? So what if he was a bit extreme, when you have no friends, no family besides your mom, no life, sometimes you've got to take your hobbies to the extreme - he didn't want to fade away, just let him be, just let him be ) he was a monster - no matter the work he put in, he never just got anything because he wasn't a person. (And small part of him remembered, remembered that he fought for things at one point or another, but then eventually had to stop for fear of the wrath that was one Bakugou Katsuki and the other being a black mark that scars his records as his classmates did his body)
His fists tightened around his uniform, tightened around his heart as the alley around them lit up in the glow of the setting sun, lighting the alley on fire with its deep golds and its burnings reds - his lungs were on fire as he tried to breathe through the disbelief - his mind was on fire as it tried to process everything that was being given to him - he couldn't understand.
How, Izuku placed his forehead against the cool feel of the rocky ground. How , he continued to sob, his hair getting matted between his head and the floor of the dirty alleyway.
How did I get here?
He couldn't understand why... He couldn't understand...
Izuku tried to slow his mind. To think a little clearer.
He couldn't understand...
(For another second, emerald eyes gleamed. They blazed with the light of life again, but only for a second. Because while this man was offering him something amazing, something that could change his life, Izuku still felt he couldn't trust this man - couldn't trust himself, he lied, he cheated, how did he do such a thing to the symbol of peace? Nothing was right about this situation, he couldn't understand. What did he do, what did he do, what did he DO? There was no way a monster, someone cursed, like himself would be handed a gift, he must have done something, must have done something to trick the symbol of peace - but what? )
But he'd try, because that's what he did best.
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The Raising of a Monster
FanfikceWhat happens to a child who's been abandoned by society? The child learns. ... No one would have thought that treating a child as nothing would help them grow into the very thing they were themselves - the very thing they were afraid of. No. No one...
