終わりのない悪夢

オールマイト

The Green-haired boy sped down  the street, tears falling down his freckled face.

His hero just ripped up his dreams in front of him, with seemingly no mercy at all.

He didn't think his day could get any worse.

Kacchan had told him to die.

All might had told him he couldn't be a  hero.

Because he was quirkless.

Which he was really feeling pathetic about.

He had been bullied mercilessly over the years.

By random kids, upperclassmen, teachers, and even his so called best friend, Kacchan.

Kacchan wasn't his real name, izuku had called him that for as long as he had known him.

The boy, Katsuki, known as Bakugo, had blonde hair, that fit with his quirk because it looked like an explosion.

Some said he looked like an angry pomeranian at times.

Izuku quickly got to his house, and knew his mother would be home, because of this, he had wiped the tears off his face.

He walked up the porch steps, and immediately had an uncomfortable feeling.

Thats when he noticed,

The door was ajar.

His mother never left the door open.

He rushed in, throwing his yellow backpack down by the coat rack and walking down the hall.

"Mom?"

The boy walked in to kitchen, and turned.

He had to cover his mouth to keep from throwing up.

His mother was on the floor, surrounded in a pile of her own blood, caused from a stab wound in her chest.

The young boy yelled.

"M-mom?"

There was no answer.

His knees buckled.

"Mom."

He shook her lifeless body, hoping for some sign that she was breathing.

But there was nothing.

The boy didnt scream, he couldn't, he simply silently cried and sobbed until his entire body hurt and he was shaking.

He yelled again, but this time it was muffled from his hand.

"Mom, please, please wake up, please."

He begged.

He sat there and cried.

~timeskip to after his freaking mental breakdown this poor child~

Izuku finally stood up, but he was still shaking.

He picked up his phone and dialed 911.

It was stupid, to wait so long to call, and he beat himself up for this.

A young woman with concern in her voice spoke.

"Hello, this is 911, what is your emergency?"

Izuku couldn't speak.

He didn't know why, he just froze.

"Hello?"

He took a deep breath.

"H-hi."

The operator seemed to notice he was young, because her voice was more gentle this time.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

She asked politely.

And he told her.

But he didn't want to, he couldn't stay, he knew that this would probably mean that they would suspect him, but he didn't care,

He wanted to get away from that house.

He wanted to leave and never come back.

He went upstairs, stuffing some stuff in a bag, including cash, clothes, his notebook, and a photo of him and kacchan when they were younger.

He didn't know why he packed that.

~timeskip to later~

He was sitting on the subway with headphones and a hood on.

The subway stopped, and the doors opened, he then walked out.

He walked past a store with TVs in the window, and took his attention away from his phone,

He couldn't believe his eyes.

There was nothing about his mother.

Did the hero's want to cover it up?

Their mistake?

Then it switched to a new story, and Izuku dropped his phone, mumbling a word that was used in these conditions.

He bent down to pick it up, and looked at the tv again.

Kacchan had been taken hostage from a villian.

And the hero's were doing absolutely nothing to help, just standing there.

It was disgusting.

His old friend was in the hospital, because a HERO was to chicken to help him.

That's when izuku knew what he was going to be.

He couldn't be a hero, he definitely didn't wanna be a villian, so he decided

He was going to be a vigilante.

And nothing was going to stop him.

Not even that pathetic excuse of a hero.

Omg guys I just found this story again I'm sorry it's terrible but I'm gonna maybe start writing it again because of a person on tiktok convincing me to.