"𝕀...𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤..."
-Y/n
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The life of a ProHero gone mad ;)
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Y/n Yashida, a 19 year old hero who has been granted a role of a U.A teacher has also been hanging...
"Fuck-" whispered a white haired male, jumping off the roof and landing on another not to far away.
He walks slowly towards a certain abandoned warehouse looking building and made his way towards an entrance.
Not knowing that those actions would soon bring him into a nightmare that was too real, he became someone didn't want to be, he didn't want to be a hero who had to fake his generosity and save people because he wanted to.
No he never intended to be a face everyone would remember but who knew that actions caused by greed would bring this young man so much good things he never once asked for nor wants.
A villain is what he was, a villain darker than any other is what he thought of himself as he waved at several kids and family's from down below, he faked a smile while guilt came weighing down on his back.
He hated it, he hated faking it, he hated doing it all over again and again.
He was a glass of water about to overflow with emotions...
He was about to snap from his facade.
Once and for all.
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*Your POV*
I winced at the sudden flashback of remembering the moment I entered the abandoned warehouse and 'saved' the hero that I was planning on killing.
It's not like I could just say I was planning on it, if I did then various pro heros would beat the shit out fi me and throw me into custody.
I didn't want that, I also didn't ask for this, the Becoming a pro hero thing. It wasn't me- I find myself helping others for my own sake but it ends up becoming a heroic act on the news. I dread the thought of heros so much. I hate them, the ones who fake it Like me. I have a reason to do it though... Do they?
"Welcome home uh- " I look up from my feet.
"Right- you're still here." I close the door, throwing my bag on the floor and taking my shoes off, leaving them on the mat.
"I forgot your name-" Dabi looks down.
I stare at him in uder disbelief .
"I- How?-" I question him as he bite his bottom lip, looking down at the floor.
"Short term memory?" He scratches the back of his neck nervously.
Sighing in frustration and disbelief, I look at him in the eyes and say, "Y-/-N. Y/n."
"Y/n- okay, okay Y/n" Dabi mumbles to himself.
"I'm going to take nap sir Dabi." I rub my eyes and throw myself onto the couch.
"Okay-" He stands there as I immediately dose off.
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Hurray? I made this out of pure boredom while drawing so I was going to include a explaining thing except not so explanatory. I'll introduce you to Y/ns backstory another time so be patient pleasee
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