(Y/N) Kinsaki, a boy who had nothing, but gifted everything. When (Y/N) was still 6 years old and living in the streets he was taken in by the former number 3 hero of Japan, King Midas. He was then subjected to King Midas' training as he soon looked...
To me, heroes should be full of passion! Heroes are people who bring hope and inspiration to those around them with the fire in their hearts burning with passion!
But when I met Endeavour, he wasn't what I expected him to be. A great hero second to only All Might himself, you'd think he was just as heroic as the number 1 hero, but that's not what I saw.
Instead of a person brimming with passion in his heart, I only saw a man full of hatred in his heart, his blood! That anger wasn't righteous, that anger was reasonless!! He aimed that anger at the entire world!
At the entrance exam, I saw so many people brimming with passion. And then there was her.
I knew who she was immediately, because when I came to greet her I saw the exact eyes Endeavour had the day I met him. Pure insatiable anger aimed at nothing.
I thought that if I befriended you that I wouldn't mind those hateful eyes of hers but I was wrong. That hate inside of her eyes would never change.
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So why?
Why the hell would (Y/N) be off with somebody as full of hatred and malice as her?
You probably thought that you could fix her, couldn't you (Y/N)? You thought that you would be able to cure someone as sick as her!
Don't you remember what happened last time you tried "fixing" someone (Y/N)?! DON'T YOU REMEMBER HOW MUCH SHE HURT YOU?!! HOW MUCH PAIN SHE CAUSED THE BOTH OF US!?!!
She wasn't as full of hate as this new one, but her passion was evil. Pure evil! I warned you about her (Y/N), why can't you take my warnings to heart?! . . . . . But at that moment, I knew why (Y/N). Even though I still hate her, I knew she'd changed even by just a bit.
The hate in her eyes, it's almost as if it's buried down, but not forgotten. I can tell that how she cared for you overlapped the hate she felt towards me.
And me.
That hatred I dispised so much ended up making its way inside of me. How could I let this happen?! How could I be blinded by so much hate?!
=================================== 3rd POV
The Provisional hero licensing exams had ended. Now it was the time for the results of each student to be revealed.
Every student that came from each school was now huddled up in front of a lifted platform with Mera sitting on a desk, tired as ever while the students were waiting in anticipation.
(Y/N) was with his classmates among the crowd. Despite the damage he accumulated during the exam he was surprisingly well enough to stand albeit with the help of a walking stick.
(Y/N): Might have to go quadrupedal with this...
You said as it was tiring to walk around with a limp constantly accompanying every move you made with your legs.
