The Fallen Hero (completed)

Game announcement and a little help

Izuku Pov unless said otherwise

'There is little in this world to be thankful for.' My life has been nothing but pain ever since the doctor had recognized me as quirkless. Pain, abuse, torment, and hate, which was all I ever knew since then. All Might, the number one hero himself had told me to give up, but I proved him wrong. I earned his trust, gained his quirk and I thought for once something good was finally happening, but it only got worse. It made me want to ask whoever people pray to why it was me he hated so much.

Analyzing heroes, a habit I forced myself to start had turned into a reason of scorn. I idolized heroes, and every time I found their quirk interesting, I wrote them down. Analyzing was my bread and butter, but my friends and teachers found that villainous. They accused me of being a villain and that I worked with the L.O.V. Obviously I had thought of the repercussions if a villain got their hands my notebooks. I just wanted to keep myself sane to have any form of normalcy, but betrayal because of my hobby was something I never believed would happen and why should I? I risked my life and my body to help them. I never turned them down when they were in a bind, so why didn't anyone look out for me?

Apologies were all that I received from my "friends" when my innocence had verified. I still remember how they said they were sorry, but it was not because they were genuinely apologetic for what they had done. No, it was to make themselves feel better, to ease the guilt that had started to consume them. They tried to sweep everything under the rug, and the teachers did just the same. In fact, they had not even apologized.

Today however was different. Having stayed up all night for the past 3 days caused my eyes to have deep bags underneath them. I could not get to sleep, pain kept me from properly resting, the scars of my childhood plaquing me constantly. Even now the aching of my bones protested the slight swaying of my arms. My back in a state of burning even with the absence of fire. The painkillers I was now reliant on, only lessened the pain to a manageable level.

It was my mention of painkillers that reminded me that I had to take them. Taking the lid off my prescription bottle, I looked inside seeing the last four white pills waiting. I had class today, and although I loathed the idea of attending, I had to maintain appearances. Downing the pills in one gulp I stood from my bed, already dressed in my uniform before stepping out of my dorm room. Stepping out, I wanted to throw up, unease creeping into my stomach. Something was wrong, I knew there was, this feeling was familiar to me. Closing my eyes, I tried not to recall on the past before I headed to my class. The dorm was already empty, something I was glad to see. That feeling did not last when I reached my desk within class 1-A.

The feeling in my stomach worsened as I sat in my desk placing my head down. I had attempted to soothe my pain when a fellow classmate interrupted me.

"Hey Deku! are you ready for class today?"

Ochako Uraraka, a girl I used to consider a friend, one that I used to hope would be something more to me. Now she and her irritating voice brought forth a wave of anger. "Sure, I'm ready." setting my head back down the voice of an overbearing shithead of a person Tenya Iida also invaded my desk.

"We should sit down Aizawa could be here any second." chopping his arms like a robot Iida ushered Uraraka to her seat before he took his. I stared at them for a few seconds and felt my nails dig into my palms.

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The large classroom opened slowly, Aizawa walking in. Aizawa's tired eyes swept across the class. "Alright quite down class, today Nezu is going to make an announcement in the assembly hall in a few minutes, so if I were you, I would get up and get ready to go." The class understood, saying nothing before they slowly packed their bags.