I have a request, please don't skim through this chapter. Every word in this one is deliberate.
Ayanokouji's POV:
Talent is currency, they say, a commodity to be traded for success. Become capable, and the world will bow at your feet. It's a comforting lie, repeated by those with voices loud enough to drown out the truth. But this truth remains elusive to those like Momo, Izuku, and Bakugou—children who cling to the fantasy that effort and merit alone will lead to victory.
Yet, reality is a far more brutal judge. The talented, the diligent—they stand poised, believing their reward is assured. But then, out of nowhere, steps another—a shadow in the periphery, a figure seemingly less gifted, less driven. A person who, by all accounts, should not succeed. And yet, with an almost cruel audacity, they claim what the talented one believed was theirs.
The deserving one falters, shackled not by lack of ability, but by a sudden, crushing doubt.
"Did they work harder?"
"Do they deserve it more?"
"Maybe I was never worthy at all."
These thoughts bind them in invisible chains, paralyzing them in the moment they should rise. They stand there, silent, as their prize is taken before their eyes, whispering to themselves that next time will be different. But inside, a different melody plays—a bitter, endless loop of false reassurances, trapping them in a cycle they cannot escape.
Loop after loop
Repeat after repeat
'I am deserving, of course success will bow to me sooner or later.'
Some would argue that those who lack merit must fight with everything they have, while the truly deserving need only their talent. But I know the truth: both are merely playing their parts in a game rigged from the start. Two sides of the same tarnished coin, spinning endlessly in the air, waiting to fall.
I was that less deserving one. The others in my class were the chosen, the talented, the rightful heirs to success. But was I right in taking what I did? Or was I just another coin tossed into the air, landing where chance dictated?
I don't want to be immortal or a king or popular.
Keep your world's malicious ways away from me.
I don't need to be preached as a hero.
I wish to believe one day.
That I am a hero.
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Midoriya's POV:
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