A few hours passed and I was finally able to stand without tripping over my own feet. Although the ground still looked blurry and I walked like a drunk man I still managed to walk to school.
As I walked I thought about it all. There wasn't any point in joining U.A. anymore. So I could blow off all the tests.
When I finally arrived I entered my class. Everyone stopped talking and stared at my wet uniform and soaked hair. Everyone had a blank expression and quickly turned away except for Kacchan who had a grin on his face. He Must of been so fucking pleased with himself.
As I sat down on my desk the teacher snapped at me for being so late.
"Second time this week Midoriya"
"Sorry professor, won't happen again"
"I'll let you off with a warning but next time it's suspension"
I quietly nodded not making eye contact with him.
"All right class I need you those of you who are signing up for U.A. to turn in your registration forms to me."
Kacchan stood up and quickly handed his in.
I looked at my desk with my registration form. It was neatly written with my best handwriting.
I crumbled it in my hand and tossed it in the trash as I stormed off.
"Where do you think your going Midoriya"
I ignored the teacher and left the class slamming the door.
I didn't give a hell anymore if I got suspended. For all I cared they could expel me.
I walked off campus. I didn't know where I was going all I knew is that I needed to get the hell away from school.
As I walked off my notebook fell out of my bag. My notebook of notes about the heroes I had seen battling on the streets. It fell open to the page of a doodle of a costume I had sketched.
Looking at it made me even angrier. I fell on my knees and started sobbing uncontrollably.
It was so unfair. I hated everyone who ever had made fun of me. I hated all the heroes who had quirks. I hated everyone who even had a quirk. It was so unfair that I never even had a chance. I never would become a hero. I wasn't even given the opportunity to try. I would never be able to save people.
I grabbed the sketch of my hero costume and angrily ripped it in a million pieces.
"I'm sorry Izuku, I wish things were different"
"You want to pretend to be a hero? You don't stand a chance without a quirk Deku."
"Don't even think of applying or else."
"Do you actually think they'd let someone like you into the academy?"
Stop plz stop
My thoughts were killing me. I couldn't stop hearing it. The stupid voices that were slowly killing me but this time I couldn't make them stop.
Why? Why? God just leave me alone. I can't do this anymore.
I let a scream out of my mouth. I was not ok. Nothing was ok. I wasn't the same anymore. I had kept my feelings locked away too long. I had been denying the truth for too long. But now I was full with rage.
I didn't want to be a hero. I wanted to hurt those who had done me wrong. I wanted to kill the heroes who always had it easy for them. Who never had to go through what I had to go through.
I was going to get revenge. I didn't know how but I was going to.
You just think I'm so goddam weak kacchan? I'll prove you wrong and I'll make sure everyone knows who I am.
I couldn't be the sign of peace? Then I'd become the sing of chaos and fear.
