Kenji pisses me off.He’s loud, reckless, and so damn full of himself it’s amazing his ego fits through the classroom door. And the worst part? He’s good. No not just good. He’s brilliant. Fast, powerful, and sharp in a way that makes it impossible to ignore him. He walks into a room and demands attention without even trying.
And maybe that’s part of why he gets under my skin so much.
Or at least… that’s what I tell myself.
But it’s not the whole truth. It never has been.
The truth is, Kenji and I go back further than he realizes. Further than he even knows. And that’s where everything really started.
It was a year ago. A night I never forgot, though I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even remember it happened. The air was thick with smoke and fear, and the sound of fighting echoed through the streets. I shouldn’t have been there, but I was. My dad the so-called unbreakable hero taught me well enough how to defend myself, and my blood was already boiling with my quirk back then.
That’s when I saw him.
A kid, barely standing. Clothes torn, face pale, blood dripping down his arm. He was running like his life depended on it. Because it did. And behind him was the kind of danger that would’ve eaten him alive if he hadn’t gotten away.
I don’t even remember making the decision. My body just moved.
The fight was quick and brutal. I threw everything I had at the guy chasing him, and when the dust finally settled, Kenji collapsed right in front of me.
He looked up at me - dazed, scared and I told him it was going to be okay. That he was safe.
And then he passed out.
I waited. After that night, I waited to hear something a thank you, a mention, anything. But nothing came. And when I finally saw him again at UA, so full of fire and arrogance, I thought- maybe he’d remember.
But he didn’t. Not a flicker of recognition.
So yeah. Maybe I was harsher than I needed to be. Maybe the teasing, the jabs, the fights they were all just my way of covering up the frustration. The bitterness of being forgotten.
But then… things changed.
Kenji isn’t just fire and fury. When you look closer, there’s something broken underneath all that bravado. Something that makes him fight so hard not just against me, but against the whole damn world.
And when his life finally cracked apart- when he ended up at my house, of all places– I saw the parts of him he never shows anyone. The vulnerable pieces. The ones that made it a lot harder to stay angry.
I don’t know what to do with that.
Because for all his fire and fight, Kenji’s still carrying too much weight on his shoulders. And even though he drives me crazy, I want to help him.
I want him to see me.
And I want him to remember.

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MY HERO ACADEMIA:NEXT GENERATION
ActionTHIS story is about MHA next gen as the title says.. The protagonist is Kenji todoroki's journey to reach his dream of becoming a hero. Along with the strangles and THEN unfolding mysteries of his life. (What else do you want? It's MHA next gen read...