The Condemned: Rewritten

Chapter 6 : Forgiveness is just a formality

〝 Uhhhhh . . . 〞 ⠀

A tired sigh escaped the aspiring hero. His gaze rested upon scattered pieces of paper that lay upon his desk. Six pages for Six women, wronged in many ways than one. One would've believed that such a task would be simple. Portraying himself as the lustful little goblin that wishes to gain forgiveness. Letting out his heart to the mercy of their oh so merciful nature. Such, however, was extremely difficult. For he saw through their facade, bearing witness to the 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 that held a vindictive smile. Wishing for his very downfall, even at the very cost of his life. This task which gripped against his very heart needed to be done. If he truly desired to avoid the horrific fate that awaited him, he needed to finish this.

First, he began with the one he believed he wronged the most. Momo yaoyorozu, the class vice president and the smartest woman within their class. Ranking first upon every test that was placed before her. She was the main victim of the young boy's vices. Recalling the events of the sports festival where he latched on to her with less than innocent intentions. Constantly was she hounded by the boy now destroyed lust, cursed with a figure which greatly riled up his nature and her heroic costume did not ease such.

   Dear Momo Yaoyorozu. . .

 

   Please do not mistake this as another love letter of mine and tear it to shreds before you read it entirely. I am sorry... Sorry for the countless upon countless things I've done. The harassment, the nonconsensual touching, the groping. I wish to sincerely display my regret, for you did not deserve such treatment. I treated you as nothing more than an object, something to satisfy my carnal desires. You are more than that, you deserved the utmost respect. I was nothing more than a boy who could not control the thing in his pants and I let it out upon you and the rest of the girls. And for that, I wish to make amends and start anew. Though words may not persuade you and you may think of this as another joke, I wish to show my regret through my actions. I hope further in the future that we have become in a sense companionship as heroes. I wholeheartedly believe that you will be one of the greatest out there and I wish to not impede upon such a future. Regardless, I hope you may forgive me for my misdeed.

 

      Regards. . . Minoru Mineta

  Silently, he picked up the letter and began to read it through. As he did, the images of his 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 flickered into his mind. He remembered how she held a crying facade, weeping as the girls comforted her and the boys went onto their grapist crusade. When his gaze went back to her, he saw it. That 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 smirk, the smugness, and the satisfaction behind it had opened his eyes to what truly was occurring at the time. He was set up, in a way that could only link back to him. His hands trembled, his face went hot with boiling animosity as the visions continued to play. Her laughter as she mercilessly cracked him across the face with one of her creations.  Such a thing he could never forget. 

  〝 GET OUT OF MY HEAD !   〞

He screamed as he tossed his chair to the side, throwing the items from his desk onto the floor with fury. Huffing as he felt the anger subside. His outburst did not go unnoticed as a sudden knock echoed into his room. 

   〝 Mineta? Are you alright?  〞

Midoriya's voice rung with concern from the other side. A brief silence came through afore another pair of knocks followed.