mha sick fics (angst)

⭐"worry about yourself." (no ship)⭐

MANGA SPOILERS !!!!! Up to past chapter 300 somewhere. Mostly paranormal liberation army hero society mess stuff, nothing huge just the context

--its been animated now you're good. (This is like beginning of war arc era)

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Hero society was in shambles.

The pro heroes were quickly falling victim to the ever rising reign of villains. They were loose on the streets. Killing innocent civilians.

They had a plan to stop them. To stop Shigaraki. To stop All for One. Everything rested on the shoulders of one man. Barely a man. Forced to be a man in the villain apocolypse that brought down the stability of society itself.

A boy.

A boy named Izuku Midoriya.

Out on his own, fighting villains, barely eating the food he was given by his dearest mentor Toshinori Yagi. He needed to be a trusted face. Something stable in these hard times. Something for people to hope for. To believe in.

And it was exhausting.

The day things went wrong the remaining heroes were begging him not to go out. But Izuku refused. He wanted to be out there. He needed to be there. People needed him.

And he thought it would be fine.

It was fine most of the time.

He decided not to tell anyone when he came back that he had thrown up and nearly passed out several times while patrolling the area. 'Were the villains getting stronger or was he getting weaker?' he wondered. He prayed for it not to be neither as he mindlessly made his way back, flinging blackwhip from building to crumbling building like he was spiderman. He ignored the stabbing pains in his stomach.

He paused, lowering himself down to the ground as he heard a rustle. Then a growl. He tensed, powering up one for all as dim bolts of green lightning surrounded his tattered uniform.

He peeked his head around a debris filled alleyway. Bits of the road and chunks of fallen concrete and broken glass made for an ominous path into a wall of darkness.

He travelled in cautiously. He heard another growl, then a whimper. Someone was alive. Someone was in danger.

He plowed forward into the dark, his eyes adjusted quickly. He had adapted to this new environment where every corner was filled with previously impossible possibilities. Villains. Darkness. Evil. All more apparent than ever, resting at the top of it's pot and spilling over into hero society. Maybe if wasn't the overflow of villains but the crack in the hero's pot that had finally broken apart. Corruption reigned and the news spread like a virus. Morals had been questioned. Trust was obliterated. Nowhere was safe.

He found a Nomu, a classic, cornering a small group of civilians. They had suitcases. They were probably trying to evacuate. He could help. He could get them out.

He fought the Nomu. He aimed for the exposed area of it's brain. He flung him away and took a earthquaking step towards the innocent family. They were trembling, protecting a young one.

He came back, full power and launched the Nomu silently back. He advanced on it, finding it quickly dead.

He shook his head, he hoped no one had heard. He prayed he wasn't being tracked. They couldn't find him. His stomach hurt.

It hurt so much.

His head was spinning as he stumbled back slightly. what he assumed was the mother of the family came running up to him, catching him slightly as black curled and seized his vision. He passed out into her arms.