Blood, blood, blood. That was all he saw. Dead bodies, broken faces, and tears. Midoriya cried. They were dead; all of them were. There was no way to bring them back.
"Midoriya Izuku, would you like to 'reset' this 'game'?"
Midoriya clicked his mouse furiously whilst glaring at the computer screen. It was dark in his room; notes scattered everywhere, clothes thrown around on the floor. It would've been a surprise if anyone slept in there at all. Midoriya leaned back in his chair, frowning at the screen. He let out a small groan. "The wifi crashed," the boy moaned. His finger tapped repeatedly on his desk. He swiveled around in his chair and grabbed his laptop. Setting it in a place he would remember to grab it, Midoriya navigated his way through the mess towards his closet. He pulled out a surprisingly clean suit and tie. The boy with the greenish hair tugged the button up shirt over his shoulders, covering his excessively pale skin. After fixing his tie, Midoriya produced gloves from his pocket and slipped them on.
Anyone he saw him would think him well off judging by his clothes, but would immediately retract their opinion after seeing his face. Midoriya was, as said earlier, excessively pale. The dark shadows under his eyes didn't help either, giving off the impression of creepy. Not to mention his eyes were a dull, forest green which were comparable to that of a dead fish. He didn't always look this way. Midoriya a child with such bright eyes and tan skin with a constant smile on his face. But that was to never to be again.
Midoriya grabbed his laptop and left his house. He walked at a rather fast pace, head bent low and eyes kept to the ground. The boy turned a few blocks into a more empty part of town. He stopped in front of an old warehouse that looked abandoned. Midoriya entered without hesitation. A man with black mist curling off his body was wiping the counter of the fairly and suspiciously new bar. "Oh? You're back Midoriya?" he asked. Midoriya nodded and set his laptop on the counter. Kurogiri grunted then went to wipe the glass cups. Midoriya typed on his laptop, less furiously than he had on his computer. "Any new data on All Might?" Kurogiri asked. Midoriya hummed in response. "No, but I can make plenty of theories with the information I have." Kurogiri grunted and continued wiping the glass cups. "Izuku," a voice called out. "What is it, Shigaraki?" Midoriya answered, not even bothering to look away from the screen. The other stared at the younger boy through the fingers of the hand on his face. "I was wondering if you'd like to join us on our little field trip..."
Midoriya stopped typing then looked up at Shigaraki. "Field trip?"
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"The trial of rescue has been set here," No. 13 announced and gestured towards the variety of terrains. The students of 1-A gaped at the extensive building and simulations. "As said earlier, this building is to train you to help people in any situation as it is a hero's job to do so," No. 13 continued. He turned around. "Um, No. 13-sensei where's All Might?" Ochako asked and raised her hand. "Mm? Oh, All Might is busy doing his job as a hero," he replied then turned back to face them. "This lesson is to teach you that your quirks are not only limited to fighting. They can help others too. Got it?" No. 13 said. The students clapped in response. "All right, let's get started!"
It was so sudden, the students barely had time to sort out what had happened. A misty shadow was seen behind No. 13. "We have come to destroy the Symbol of Peace." Those words were so chilling, they would never forget them. Horrendous creatures appeared from the misty shadows. Aizawa stepped forward, putting on his goggles and letting his hair fall over his eyes. "Kaminari, try to get in touch with the Yuuei office and get help," he instructed to the blonde. Kaminari nodded, still a little dazed. "Sensei! Will you be able to hold them all off by yourself?" Iida asked. Aizawa snorted. "A hero has more than one trick up his sleeve, you know," he said and jumped in the middle of the group of creatures. His cloths wrapped around them, rendering their quirks useless. "Head for the exit!" No. 13 yelled. The misty shadows blocked their path. "Please pardon our pretentious decision to set foot on the Yuuei campus, but we have come in hopes to eliminate the Symbol of Peace, All Might," the man said as his mist extended and encompassed them. "We'll have to separate you first."
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Broken Dreams: a Boku no Hero Academia fanfic
FanfictionHope gives drive to determination. Love is the impetus to protect. Hate is the motivation for malice. So what do broken dreams give birth to? Grief. And why does grief create? Rage. Bitter, cold rage. Midoriya Izuku was born quirkless. Nothing cou...