The Condemned: Rewritten

Chapter 3: Sins of an old past

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⠀                         A tortuous endeavor, the boy silently stood before his door as the ray of light shined through his window. His body refused the move on his command, stoned down with the weight of unending terror. He shouted, pleaded, cried in the depths of his harrowing mind to move a single foot forward. Stuck in a paralytic lock for mere moments as the sudden thumping knock came from his door. Such a noise snapped his body from his trances, allowing him to proceed. Opening wide, Mineta would find a certain blonde with peculiar black zig-zag that traced along their head to be greeting him with a warm smile.

      〝 Come on Dude! We're gonna be late! 〞Denki called out to his friend, school uniform and supplies in tow. Mineta silently stared at him for a moment, a flash of yearning sadness gleaning in his dark eyes. Such an action shook the electric user.

      〝 Hey man...are you alright? You look like shit dude. 〞He said as he came to realize the dark bags underneath his eyes and his disheveled clothes.

      〝 I-I'm alright, let's get going. 〞The grapish male responded as he began to walk past his long-time friend. Denki could only watch in silence as his friend walked off.

Regardless of what time it was, he was going to be late regardless. Dragging his feet along, purposely moving at a sluggish pace. He simply did not want to bear the reality of sitting beside the ones he believed to be his companions. He was still on the fence whether his death by their hands was a form of broken reality or a mere dream. He was leaning towards the former, feeling the blistering pain of his bones broken, his flesh gashed and scarred. Such feelings can not be written off as anything more than a figment of one's imagination. By the time he arrived at the class, they were already mid-deep in their lecture and plans of the day. His presence did not go unheard as he wished, wanting nothing more to be a ghost that slips past without a single sound.

    〝 Good of you to finally join us, Mineta. Hurry up and take your seat. 〞The Pro hero Eraserhead or known by his students Mr.Aizawa spoke in a low, tired, and sarcastic manner. Not amused by whatever antics the problem child was up to.

   Keeping his head down, he simply replied with a " Yes sir " and moved on. Sluggishly making his way towards his seat. Not taking into the fact that everyone notice his unusual behavior. Less than quiet whispers began to be passed with one another, manly with the females of the class.

   〝 What's with grapes today?  〞Mina ashido whispered as she leaned into the froggy hero behind her.

     〝 Ribbit, I don't know. By the looks of it, he didn't get any sleep or something. 〞Tsuyu replied in kind, resting her eyes curiously on her purple-haired classmate.

    〝 Probably staying up all night jacking off to Midnight or something. 〞Mina retorted with a small giggle.

   Be it intentional or not, Mineta heard everything. He winced at the mention of anything sexual and him combined. That's was what had got him killed. Mineta always believed himself to be a normal boy going through the natural line of puberty, all be it more expressive about it. He held no shame in showing off his love and passion for the opposite gender. Taking any opportunity he could get to take a peek if you will. U.A was no exception, for it was his carnal desire that drove him to be a hero. Always wanting to be one that attracted the ladies with fame and status instead of looks. Well, the girls didn't appreciate the fact that they had to deal with a teenage boy fresh out of middle school whose lust was less than contained. Coming to the point where they couldn't take it anymore, they wanted him gone and for good. They believed expulsion was way too good for him, thinking that he would harass and terrorize the woman of the outside world. Prison? Too easy as well. No, they believed his actions were deserving of the most severe punishment...DEATH. They knew nobody would miss him and they were right, nobody would.