My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Izuku is Drafted 2

Prompt: This is part 2 to Izuku is Drafted. It's been a hot second, so I recommend going back and reading the first.Pretty much, Izuku comes back from hell. This was requested a while ago, but it sort of slipped under my radar, so here we are. I believe they wanted me to go through Izuku's trauma from war, but that would simply take a lot. Therefore, I decided to just deal with his trauma and his family reunion at the same time.So let's do this!

Warnings: Dissociation, Dark Thoughts, Suicidal references, Self Worth Issues, overall negativity, grammar issues, and probably more

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Finally, after two years of bullshit, I am free.

No longer do I have to do whatever the government wants. I don't have to wonder if I am going to be dead before tomorrow anymore.

Well, I still do, but my chances are much higher.

I am finally leaving the field. The war is over with us obtaining the "win."

I don't consider the lives we lost a win. Did we have to sacrifice lives like things rather than people? Was this worth getting China to follow our ways?

Was this pain and suffering worth it?

In my opinion, no. However, I can't change the past. All I can say is that I tried my best to prevent as many deaths as possible.

"You sure you don't want to stay in the military, Midoriya? You seem to thrive here! The numbers you racked up are incredible!" One of the men say as I am packing, and I bite my tongue to prevent snapping at him. I really don't want to think about it.

"I have work back home. I'm not going to sit around waiting for another unnecessary war."

"I'm not shocked, but I don't blame you. You just went through your second war as a leader, and you're only 20!"

"Yes," I face the man with a blank face, "And I hate it."

Yeah, the bitch ran off after that.

Of course, one of the government officials decide to replace him, "Midoriya, would you mind waiting another day-"

"I do mind actually."

"But what about your ceremony?!"

"You can get a body pillow to replace me for the meager price of 100 dollars, something a government should be able to pay. I don't give a fuck about the rewards I have gotten."

Thankfully, one of the guys interfere, "You're not going to get Midoriya to go, so you might as well."

I sigh, muttering a thank you as I finish packing.

Two years, and I finally get freedom.

Well, technically two years and a month. For some reason, I was wanted here in China for negotiations, so I had to wait another month before going home.

Bitches.

I throw my bag over my shoulder and leave the room that I have been trapped in for the last month.

"Someone is excited to leave," I hear someone say as I walk past, but I ignore them. Most of the hoes here are government officials. They don't know what I've been through. They don't even know what a regular soldier went through, let alone one that had thousands of lives on their name.

I don't even bother to say goodbye. I just get on the plane back to Japan.

I just want to be home.