Izuku POV
Some people have a bad day some have a bad year but I've had a bad life.
Bad luck follows me around like I'm a magnet for bad luck.
Everything I want is at an unattainable distance from me. Freedom, peace, family, joy - I didn't even have a quirk at the beginning.
Life itself thought why do you need all this when you have the hero commission. They can fill all the empty spaces with their ideas of Bein a hero.
That's right, the Hero Commission. You think oh the Hero Commission can't be that bad. Hahahahaha hahahaha hahahahaha. Not that bad? They are blood drinking devils. They take away every bit of your will. If you do everything they say like a robot, you're not your own person and you're always twice as good as what they expect. Then you are perfect.
If not...
Than...
Oh, then they have to...
Fix you.
Fix what is that? Oh by fix I mean turn every pain you've ever felt in your life into nothing when you compare what they do. You will know what pain is until you're not perfect in their eyes.
The little flame of hope extinguished. The self-confidence that you have worked hard to build up is shattered. Your own thoughts drowned in their rules and tasks. Pure joy that shows through a smile wiped from your face. The will of life... hahahaha don't get me started.
And this... this is the place where I grew up. Hawks was sold here at four, I was brought here as a 3 day old infant. I never had time to build hope, self-confidence, my own thoughts or pure joy. It may sound sad that I never had the freedom to live. But it is better that a bird spends its whole life in a cage and knows nothing else instead of being trapped instead of being taken out of freedom then the bird will comparing its new life with the old one.
I can't miss anything that I didn't have.
I can only dream about it. And something that is so unimaginably unreal is not something you long for.
I haven't had joy since I was born, but that doesn't mean I'm not able to smile. I grew up with the hero commission and the situation I live in is normal to me, something it thought everyone has to go through.
I've seen a lot of broken children whose bodies were the only thing left alive in them, whose souls were so destroyed that there was no going back. That's the big problem, even if the hero commission is completely stupid, they're not going to send out soulless creatures as heroes who are only alive because they:
1. were born
2. haven't died yet
So I'm one of the best choices, but... I had no quirk. They tried to put me through various schook situations so that a quirk would be created. No, it didn't work, so I had to get super strong and be able to take a punch.
I used to read books in my little free time. Read is not a term, I devoured them. If the hero commission had known what would happen because of those books they probably wouldn't have even let me know what books were.
When I read stories where the kids living with two parents didn't have to train and had to be trained like a weapon, I felt a little flame of hope rise up.
If I could finally have a break after a hard training, I would pray to become a bird and fly far away and live the way I want to live
If a new child would come with joy and life in their eyes, I would feel pure joy so overflowing that I would release it with a warm smile.
The knowledge that I hoarded like my books also helped me to have my own thoughts
I would be confident after every training knowing I did my best
At some point I read so many books about children who grew up free that I wondered why people only wrote about happy children. If that wasn't the truth at all. Why would they write about the impossible and not about reality. And if something bad happens to a child, for example, it's seen as something extremely negative. Why would pain be that bad when I grew up believing that abuse and the things that were done to me is a kind of affection. And that what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
I'm glad to have escaped from that place, not that luck came to me afterwards
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