Komahina one-shots + Random jots of writing

Greed

     Had he been greedy? Had he been selfish? All he'd wanted was to be confident in himself. He'd believed if he could get into Hope's Peak Academy he could finally feel confident in himself. But it wasn't enough.

     Was it the cause of greed? Why couldn't he appreciate what he had? Maybe he wanted to appear more than some spoiled kid with rich parents. But who did he want to be more to? Was it his parents who were hardly ever proud of him to begin with? Was it his friends he felt like he was always being compared to? Or was it the ultimates?

     He couldn't believe it was just him. He wanted to be a better him for himself, yes. But what was the cause of that? It had to come from somewhere, right?

     He couldn't tell. All that he could tell is that he wanted to go back. Go back to the first day of high school. The first day of being in the reserve corse. Go back to a time when he was Hajime Hinata. Back to before he'd agreed to be the "guinea pig" for the Izuru Kamakura project. But it was too late.

     As the wires, oxygen tank, and cords were connected to him, he recalled one last final thing. One last thing he wished he'd listen to. It was from his two best friends. The image flashed through his mind before his eyes shut.

     "You don't need talent. If anything, you should be proud you don't have one. You're able to do whatever you please and exceed in anything you wish. Me? All I have are my video games. You're more than that, Hajime."

     "Listen, I know my admiration of talent has been more than obvious and I made fun of you from being in the reserve course but, I do genuinely care about you. Talent or not, Remember, I've always loved yo... I've always loved the hope that sleeps inside of you."

     ...

     "I'm sorry for being so selfish."