Maximum Charge | MHA | Gay

005

   Hello? Ending myself didn't really cross in my mind that much, not to this extent that I would actually do it. But since things are too hectic to be tolerated, and I have lost all of my willpower to fend off the negativity, it saddens me. If you don't know me, I'm Izuku, Izuku Midoriya. A fourteen-year old boy and will always remain at that. I don't really have any specific poeple to address my letter, let be this for the general. Please.

   I might have been unfair sometimes, but I try to be as good as possible. I aspired to be a hero someday, like my idol – AllMight. However, because of my condition to which 20% of the entire population has, I was dubbed quirkless the moment I showed no signs of having when I was four-years old.

   The moment they all knew I had no quirk...it felt like a mirror shattering to dwindling prismarines of glasses. Why must I live a life where I can't choose anything? anything.

   They all tormented me, bullied me, made fun of me, mocked me, and even ostracised me. I felt unwanted, it was intense. Yet even with all of these, I still remained strong and hoped that I could take a shot as a hero. But you know what they always say, if you don't have a quirk, then you can't be a hero. If you don't have a quirk, you are unwelcome to this godforsaken society.

   I don't hold any grudges. I know for a fact that there's still people out there who understands me, who will accept me. People like me, and people that looks at the bigger picture. But I can't endure it anymore, this has to stop. This whole system has to stop. Why is such a conspicuous racism and treatment went ignored for decades?

   "Don't wobble" they say. "Hold your ground." they reminded. "And raise your fist for salvation."

   I'm tired now. Let this be the eye-opener for everyone that quirks should not be a reason for society to split in half and thrive on a parallel society where inequality is brewing at its finest. 

   To those who know me, I'm sorry that I had to separate with you this way. I know it's stupid to end my life just because I don't have what most people have. Please know that I'll always love you, everyone of you. Even though you maltreated me. Mother, and to my unknown Father, maybe we are all fated to meet the next chapter where our lives ends.

~ Izuku

   The silence went on as Kylin finished reading the letter on his hands. Sitting on the railings of the building where a backpack lied besides him, he pondered for a moment. When he was reading the letter, he could feel the pang of guilt laced unto each sentences, the anger radiating from every written words, the cry for help like the latter wanted to be saved.

   For the first time in probably a year, something opened up inside of him. He felt sad. He felt remorse to something he wasn't involved with. For the first time ever since he got out, he felt the sheer force of wanting to save, just like in the past.

   He stared at the boy lying limp on the cold, cement floor. Izuku. The name sounded so foreign yet so close to him. "You're absurd." Although, taking things seriously. His death was meaningless, all for the sake of expecting a global change.

   "No matter what you do, you can't change society's tracks. I encountered poeple like you, but not to this extreme measure, they tried, and they failed. Quirks will always be the norm."

   Would Izuku not jump if he realized that?

   So many opportunities waiting to be found in the corner, lost with just a single obstacle.

   And now, breathing in the aftermath, Kylin contemplated what to do with the lifeless body in front of him. There were many possible ways on how to dispose of this; either leave him and let the police take care of it, bring him dead in front of the welcome mat in his home, or simply just dispose of him.