A/N: So I'm writing this a day after Destined to Be chapter 18 came out, which means there's a small chance this week could have two uploads, or not. Either way, you'll find out when this comes out.
Anyways, on with the story!
3 of them. There were three students. A trio of heroes in training. Krish examined each and every one of them. The one to the left of the group was a small, purple thing, with balls for hair and what seemed to be a purple costume with a white diaper sort of object at his waist. The boy's attire confused Krish, and that was putting it lightly.
The next one to the right of the group was a frog girl, wearing a green body, with black and yellow stripes, along with some large gloves. She could probably swim underwater and jump quite high.
Finally, there was the boy in the middle. He intrigued Krish, as he seemed...normal? Bushy, unkempt hair that reminded him of a dense forest, but that memory was something he didn't want to remember. Freckles clustered by his cheeks, as his eyes matched his hair, and within them, Krish could tell how nervous he was. That uncertainty, that fear, that self-doubt. All of it was visible in his eyes, and Krish deduced that he wore his emotions on his sleeve. Every little thing he saw, was like looking at another version of himself.
But that confused him. How could he, any version of himself be so...different. Why? Why was that person like this? A hero? Is that what he was? No, never. Heroes themselves were wrong, that's not what he wanted, and not what people need. They need people who help for the sake of being helpful. To make the world a better place for the people they serve. Because in every corner of the world, there's someone like him, someone who was abandoned and lost, and a hero should help them...
But, was all of that selfish? His entire viewpoint was centered around him. Those people should have been there for people like him. THAT SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE SAVED HIM FROM THE HELL HE LIVED IN EVERY DAY!
It infuriated him, perplexed him, and petrified him. All of it from looking at this one person. Who was he? Why was he like this? It wasn't like he felt anything towards him, but he could almost feel his drive, that underlying hunger and passion to be something more, to do something more, to become...
A hero.
Amongst all of this, Krish lost his senses, hell, he lost himself. It was like sinking deeper and deeper into a never-ending ocean, with the light at the surface almost warping around him, unlike his previous thoughts in this setting. Before, whenever he felt like this, it only got darker and darker. Sinking further and further, he felt the water get heavier, tighter like it was a vice grip on his whole body. At a certain point, his heart, lungs, and even his soul felt constricted. He couldn't move, breathe, think, or exist without pain. The worst thing? It only got darker. Like a barrier was at the surface of the water, stopping all of it. All the light, love, warmth, and happiness in the world was gone, blocked off to him. And all he could do was sink further and further, praying that he'd hit rock bottom, but it never came.
But this time, it felt different. Now, there was no ceiling, nothing to stop him, not surface to the water, just the vast, open feeling of it. The water wasn't as thick, it felt more, soft and its fluidity felt...different. Like it wasn't the same anymore, but this feeling was the same. It was the same way he felt before, right as he started sinking into that pit of torture. Hopeful.
Hopeful that he still had a chance to swim back up, until that feeling was overtaken by an unbridled, overbearing wave of anxiety and panic.
But now he felt calm. He felt free. The world was rendered in a light blue hue, with the light almost bending and swirling, as he wiggled his fingers around, feeling the water move out of the way for his digits. The way his hands parted the water, how it flowed between his fingers, as it flowed over the slight amount of webbing on his hand. It felt good, soothing even
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Krish: The Tortured Hero- MHA Fanfic (OC X Nejire)
Fiksi PenggemarHe spent his entire life abused, broken, alone. Tortured for all his days, he was lost. With nowhere to go to, and no one to call his own he had resigned from life. Living only to serve his psychotic partner. He never wanted any of this. He never wa...
