Midoriya's Misfortune

Izuku Midoriya Quotes/ small dabbles

Quotes

(To All Might) "I have to work harder than anyone else to make it! I'll never catch up otherwise...! I want to be like you...! Like you. The strongest hero."

(To Katsuki Bakugo) "I'm not gonna be your worthless punching bag Deku forever... Kacchan. I'm... I'm the Deku who always does his best!"

(To Shoto Todoroki) "Just trying to meet expectations! A smiling... dependable... cool hero... That's what I wanna be! That's why I'm giving it everything! For everyone! Your experiences... your determination... I can't even begin to imagine what all that's like... but... If you become number one without giving it your all... Then I don't think you're serious... about denying everything! That's why I have to win! I have to surpass you!"

(To Tenya Iida) "I-I've got a lot to say to you, but... That'll have to come later...! Because it's like All Might said... giving help that's not asked for... is what makes a true hero!"

(To All Might ) "I'll do my best! Whatever you say, All Might... I'll step up to the challenge! As long as you're by my side, I can do anything... That's how I feel, anyway!"

He slid the small but dangerous silver blade down his pale arm. Small beads of blood blossoming from each slit and letting gravity guide them down to the floor, tinging the limb the same angry red of his other arm. The orbs of red on his appendage reminding his of the other orbs of red causing him to feel this way, to inflict the same pain in his heart to his body. Fat tears rolling down his plump, tinted cheeks to his quivering chin. He guided the blade across his arm, carving the same word that was already carved into his heart, mind, and soul.

Useless

Staring at the words, uttering it to himself over and over again. He was told by everyone around him over and over what he is. As if he didn't know that already. Convincing himself he will never be a hero. His mother died for nothing. His father, knowing he would never have a chance leaving because of him. He should have died in the water many years ago. Should have died at the hands of the villains with his mother. Should have died on the streets or by those old men. 

 He sat, wishing he was never born. Wishing he could become smoke and just disperse into nothing. To leave this dreadful world. To stop the pain, the suffering. To stop the nightmares and the dreadful illusions of his mom, the old men, burning alive by his hand. Of course, he was thankful of Todoroki for being his friend, but he wished he wasn't so scared to make more. He didn't hate life, no. He hated himself.

He had cried to himself, late at night, on that bathroom floor more times than he cared to ever know. Deciding that he felt sorry for himself long enough, he stood, slightly light headed. From the loss of blood or dehydration was unknown to him. Cleaning up the pool of blood off the floor where he lay and wrapping his arm, slightly disappointed he didn't die of blood loss. He could always try again. 

Tomorrow is another day.