Welcome to my hero academia, 80% of the population has superpowers called quirks which occurs in a child at the age of 4. In this story we follow our NEW protagonist, Ray, a impulsive monotoned maniac.
This story will only follow the events of Seaso...
The next day, Ray found himself sitting alone by the edge of a bridge in Mustafu, the morning sun casting a faint golden hue over the town. He had been discharged from the Hosu hospital, but the weight of everything he had learned pressed down on him like an unrelenting storm.
His elbows rested on the railings as he leaned forward, gazing down at the water below. The gentle ripple of the river seemed peaceful, almost mocking, as his thoughts swirled in chaos. The words of the doctor echoed in his head.
"If we can't find a cure, you wont make it passed your mid-20s."
Ray tightened his grip on the railing, his pale fingers trembling. It wasn't something anyone could just accept, not easily. The reality of his own body turning against him, his own quirk, a part of who he was, set on ending his life, was too cruel to comprehend.
He stared down at the water, his reflection faint and distorted in the ripples. As the memories of his life played in his mind like a fragmented slideshow, his family, the laughter he shared with his friends, the chaos of battle...
Before he realized it, tears had started streaming down his face. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, it wasn't blood.
It was pure, clear tears, born from the raw pain of fear, anger, and hopelessness.
Ray let out a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper.
Ray: "Guess even I can't laugh this one off..."
He wiped at his face with his arms, though the tears didn't stop. His tough exterior, the monotoned, chaotic persona he wore like armor, couldn't shield him from this. Here, on this bridge, with no one else around, Ray was just a scared young man, wrestling with the cruel hand life had dealt him.
Ray's gaze remained locked on the water below. The swirling ripples seemed almost hypnotic, calling to him in a way that made his chest tighten. He reached into his pocket with trembling hands, pulling out a single painkiller. His fingers clumsily fumbled with it before he popped it into his mouth and swallowed.
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Painkillers had always dulled the physical agony he endured. It was a quick fix, an escape. But this time, it achieved nothing except igniting a searing stomachache. He clutched his abdomen, his body hunching over the railing slightly as more tears fell. The sharp pain in his gut was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
He stared again at the bottom of the bridge, the height suddenly feeling both terrifying and inviting. A bitter thought whispered in the back of his mind.
Ray: 'Maybe maybe it's better this way. Better than waiting for my quirk to do it.'
Every nerve in his body urged him to climb over, to let gravity pull him down. His legs shifted slightly as he contemplated, his breathing shallow and uneven.
