Glory

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Deku's POV:

The cool breeze softly brushed into my curls as I sat on the balcony of my tiny dorm looking through my recent notes on heroes I have been analyzing for a while. My whole life, the set of notebooks with messy scribbles and hard-to-read handwriting was the only comfort that I had. The notebooks were my greatest treasures and greatest secret. While it is true that everyone knows I possess such notebooks but what they do not know is what is written on the inside. When I was younger I used to write ways to get back at Kacchan but slowly I started to write about heroes and their weak points and all the ways a villain could take them down, not so that I can, but rather to see what heroes do or what they can do in situations where something bad may happen to them. You see a quirk is not like a sword that you can just learn how to use and set aside easily, a quirk is an extension of your body and just like your body has its limits so does your quirk. Your quirk does not make you indestructible, after all, we are only human.

Let us take the pro hero Eraserhead as an example, his quirk is erasure, to erase all people's quirks in his line of vision. As amazing as it sounds, it is not quite uncounterable, for the pro hero to activate his quirk he must keep his eyes open and locked on his target at all times, that puts a really heavy strain on his eyes and can affect them permanently. Erasure also cannot change physical appearances so if the opponent were to have a quirk that changed his physique, it is impossible to erase. Every quirk contains its downside and weak points even one for all, that as I have shown more than a couple of times, made my bones implode whenever used. There is a limit to every quirk out there just how to like there is a limit to every body. 

I raised my head looking at the bright blue sky and sighed, after analyzing dozens of pages, I still felt as if it is still not enough, not quite close. Just as how the theoretical study is important, so is the practical part of learning. Although I have been showing progress in both parts, it is quite hard to catch up on the years of training that everyone else went through. No matter how hard I try I always feel like I can never catch up to the rest, people like Kacchan or Todoroki that have been training their whole lives to get into UA, and then there is myself who only trained my body for 10 months and just recently started training my quirk. I am behind everyone even if I am one of the top students. I may not be able to catch up in my high school years but I do hope I would be able to catch up directly after my graduation.

A cloud swan over the sun protecting me from its rays, the sky was bluer than I was able to remember and it calmed me down whenever I was feeling stressed about my studies or school in general. Life has not been fair to many, but it throws tips or tricks to all no matter who. Just like now, when I have finally calmed my thoughts about school, life chose to make me worry about another matter.

I heard a loud explosion from under that made me jolt up in my chair. I stood up nearing the rails on my tiny veranda while looking down as I recognized the sound and scent of burnt nitroglycerin rise in a black smokescreen. That same explosion that makes me shiver in fear, made me come closer to see what's happening. I looked down to find that Bakugo let an explosion out on Kirishima who has blocked it by hardening his body right on time.

It was nice seeing them get along.

No.

Rather, it should have been nice seeing them get along, but all I felt was miserable and left out. I felt thrown away like all the years when we were young never happened, like all the days we spent together was a false memory, like all the times I have followed him have been nothing more than an endless nightmare. My heart crumbled a bit at the sight but I will not give up on rebuilding our friendship. I have not forgotten the number of times we spent pretending to be the idol we both look up to and I never will forget all those happy moments we had.

After he got his quirk and started training and using it, my admiration for him only increased. Yes, he really was a bully, but I know him and I know he only ever wanted to show me what is best for me. He wanted to show me reality when I refused to look, he wanted to take me out of my imaginative headspace and make me see what the world is like. I did not listen to him even when he chose violence and I am happy I stood my ground, but it cost me a friend that I hold close to me.

Recovering our friendship will not be easy, but life never was easy and I never expected it to be. Life gave me no quirk, then turned my friend against me, then pushed me to the edge and made my idol say things I did not want to hear, and just when I thought that this would be the end it gifted me a power that burdened me but made me happy and a future that I did not ask for but is going to happen. At one point in all this disastrous life, I thought it would actually help restore a friendship, but who am I kidding? Life roughs you up for unknown reasons and it honestly sucks no matter how you look at it.

The black mist was all clear and Bakugo and Kirishima were now out of sight, I was not aware of the time I spent zoned out thinking, the weight of my body pushing on my forearms that rested crossed on the rails as I looked at the setting sun. The sun's light stung my eyes and I had to blink a few times and let a few tears roll down my wet cheeks. I have been hurt by Kacchan many times, he left with his hand marked on my shoulder, but I have not left a mark on him yet, and I will not rest until I do so myself.

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A/N:

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of glory! Tbh I want it to be angsty cause I love reading and writing angst but idk what I do.

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