Izuku's guide on how to survive middle school

Step 12

(Don't)
Trust your heroes
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You know, sometimes truth can be terrifying. Such is the case of my story. I hope you had fun while it lasted.

Finding my notebook was not a big deal. I knew were it had landed.

Reaching the koi pond, I found the fish nibbling at the edges of the wet paper. Great. My dreams have become fish food.

I gathered the courage and dived my hands into the water, reaching for my hero analysis. It's safe to say that I would not be using that notebook ever again. I try to shake off as much water as I can before I sigh and give up. I throw it inside my bag, hoping to find anything the least bit salvageable inside of it once it gets dry. It was the best I could hope for as I finally left the school grounds.

Walking back home is always difficult after a day like this one. My shoulder's throbbing is a constant reminder of what I went through today. I cannot turn up looking like this. Mom would notice that something is wrong. She can read me way too well.

The road in front of me is covered in the shards of my dreams. Walking over them is as painful as the memory of my childhood friend telling me to kill myself.

'Stupid, you can't go around telling people to kill themselves! What if I jumped, what would he do then?'

The thought that I had wanted to commit suicide that very moment is as unnerving as strangely comforting. Standing on top of a roof, the air rushing through my hair as I slowly decent down towards my death and then the sweet relief of oblivion. Why do I find this idea so appealing? Do I really find nothing worth living for in this life?

'No', my mind helpfully supplies and I sigh.

The notebook in my bag weights me down more than usual. Is a dream like this worth the suffering? I am hoping to achieve something that would lead to my imminent failure either way. How could I even hope to go against people who have powers far greater than mine?

UA entrance exam is in a few months. I will send a form, but I doubt they will accept it. As far as I'm aware, my stained school record would not allow my acceptance to a hero school. Oh well... I guess there is nothing I can do about that anymore.

All I needed to do was get over with the day. Head home, eat dinner with mom, then go and lock myself in my room, hoping that I would be able to get at the very least a few hours of sleep. And then, it would be a brand new day. Who knows? Maybe the next day would be better than the last. I mean, is there really a way for a day to be worst that this one? At this point, I highly doubt it.

Walking through an underpass, I try to cheer up myself because, what the hell!? Is this really how a wannabe hero acts like!? Of course not! And, even as the voices in the back of my mind scream at me about how stupidly I am acting, I try to keep my spirits up. I drown all the thoughts of my impending doom out with meaningless optimism as I march into the shadow-covered path.

Well guys, before all of you erupt about how uncharacteristic of mine was wanting to keep my spirits up after such a day, let me tell you, it didn't last long. Why you may ask? Well, let me remind you. I am indeed the universe's favorite mess up game. And, I guess it wasn't done with me today...

I heard it before I saw it. While I was walking, the distant sound of metal hitting the pavement. Then, a maniacal chuckling and a big shadow casting upon me. I turned around just in time to see a mountain of green sludge form in front of me. I stare terrified as two glimming spheres move around into the flowing mass, which I later on realized were it's eyes.