Mob, arguably the most powerful kid out there, is tasked with defending the recently attacked 1A hero class of UA. All this while he struggles for control over his own future, steadily pushed toward his breaking point.
I've somehow meshed over ten...
][ Previously: Though Mob managed to save his brother, he accidentally killed the HPSC leader and several others, landing him in the deepest depths of Tartarus. ][
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You already know my story. The awkward green haired kid who grew up quirkless; whose only friend turned into his childhood bully.
In that case, you already know how much of a big deal this new quirk of mine is! And how amazing it was to receive it from none other than All Might himself!! Yeah, it's taken me a while to get used to, but it is my one and only chance to become a hero someday! So I'm willing to give it all I've got!!!
The thing that's really been bothering me lately is not involving my quirk for once, but rather someone else's!
I just can't help but compare myself to Mob. Both him and I aren't the best at socializing, we both have a little trouble sometimes in areas such as math and such, and we both have inspiring mentors we look up to!
Except... While I was born with no power, Mob was born with, well, almost all of it! His quirk is AMAZING! I've already written pages upon PAGES worth of all the different ways he could use them to save people!
So then.. why doesn't he want to be a hero?
And why does he hate the powers he was born with so much?
Well... Over these past couple weeks.. I finally understood why.
...Maybe there really was such a thing as "too much of a good thing..?"
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This was it. He had finally reached his breaking point.
In his second week there, the boy paced. He paced and he paced and he paced. Fearing the teen was plotting something, a new straight jacket had been equipped.
Something was definitely wrong. The color had completely drained from Shigeo's hair in the last few days, leaving behind only a bright white. And his eye color never returned to their dark, charcoal gray.
Mob was gone...and that emptiness where his personality once stood was now but a void, consuming and consuming and consuming and consuming!
It was so subtle at first that no one even realized it. But the life energy drifting around the air began to stream into the child, slowly building and building until the effect of Shigeo's chains begen to weaken.
He was surpassing his limits. Ney, he was surpassing all limits! What point would his accursed powers have if not to do that?!
For hours, he'd been pacing back and forth in his room. He was on his tenth, skipping meals to relentlessly feed this obsession of his. The guards were beginning to get a little worried.
