Overhaul was conflicted. He's not a good person, he knows that. But he can't stop himself from getting angry whenever the kid said something about him getting hurt or being mistreated. Not because he cared about the brat but because he couldn't understand how society couldn't see how quirks were clearly a disease. The quirkless should be worshipped as the purest beings of them all.
The ignorance of others was baffling.
However, before he has time to ponder any longer, the scenes start back up.
Dear notebook, hey again, sick of me yet? Right, yeah, stupid joke. Sorry. I've covered quite a bit of my past so far, but I guess I should keep going.
Everyone took a deep breath to prepare themselves.
Three months, 2 weeks, and 4 days. That's how long I was into my fourth year of elementary when I was first told to kill myself. No, I did not actually count the days waiting for it to happen, I went back and counted them later out of sheer morbid curiosity.
I really should have expected it. The real kicker is that it wasn't even by one of my peers, which I could, of course, then blame on child ignorance.
No, the first person who told me to kill myself was a homeless guy on the side of the street. Really, a whole new level of low for me.
Someone at one of the lowest points in society, who was sleeping in a dumpster in an alleyway, looked me in the eyes after finding out I was quirkless, and told me that I had no place in this world. Not even as a dirty street rat. And to spare everyone their time and go off myself already.
"I-" Nejire started, but no one could possibly finish that sentence.
I know right, what a screwed-up thing to say to a kid. But that was my life. Apparently, one of the other students heard the conversation, because the next day I received my first spider lily and a note that read, "the old farts right, do us all a favor and beat it."
Many people were actively crying now, so no one noticed when the warp villain's eyes dangerously narrowed. Kurogiri was a large fan of flowers, a result of his love of tea, and he knew what a spider Lilly represented.
I still have the note, actually. It was my first one, so I decided to keep it. It's my biggest screw you to anyone and everyone that ever wanted me gone. Like a "Haha fuckers, I'm still here".
A way of me saying they lost a battle of strength (despite being mental) to a quirkless kid.
A choked laugh came from Uraraka, "Yep, that's our Deku-kun!"
A few chuckles were heard from the other classmates, though none sounded particularly happy.
The bullying, of course, never stopped. As a matter of fact, the older I grew, the more tolerant to the beatings I became, and in response, it just got worse.
Kachan joined in at some point. Managed to last longer than the others, but eventually people started noticing that he never participated, and he started to be questioned. He never aimed for answered that couldn't be covered by clothing, which I appreciated.
I always wonder what would have happened if no one ever told my childhood best friend being quirkless was wrong. If he was never taught to beat me up. If he was never pressured into doing the things that he did.
Would they still be friends?
The others in the room wanted so badly to be angry at the blond boy, but one glance his way had them thinking twice.
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