'There was a boy
He used to be kind
But the weight of tragedy had made him blind
His mother was dead
Shot in the head
And his father left him behind
He cried
It's not real no.. she couldn't have died
He grew empty and was a shell
Simply surviving
in his own version of hell..'
•*•*•*•
For some reason that poem wouldn't leave my mind..
The poem I wrote the day I planned to end my life
The poem I wrote the day I was reborn
The poem I wrote the day I met sensei
I wrote that poem the day I became a villain
10 years ago today..
—//—
"MAMA NO!"
Just before the boy leaped into action the man in a mask pulled the trigger
The boy was only 4 years old
He ran over to catch his mother's lifeless body before it fell to the floor
She was still alive barley breathing
She managed to croak out a goodbye knowing it had a small chance of being her last
'She was still alive' the boy told himself as he watched her short sharp breaths
But alas, Lady Luck had abandoned him and he watched as she screamed out before her body turned to dust
"Mama?! MAMA!"
His quirk manifested..
He had killed her
-three days later-
"ITS YOUR FAULT SHE DIED! YOU MURDERING BASTARD"
His father had beat the boy every day ever since that night
the poor boy.. He couldn't stop him even if he wanted to
He wasn't aloud to touch anything or anyone
Just as his father was about to kick him again-
out of reflex he grabbed his foot and watched in horror as his father screamed, body decaying to dust
"P-papa?"
He had killed his father
-seven years later-
He wasn't loved
He was forced to wear gloves at All times so he couldn't hurt the other children in the orphanage
Everyone was afraid of him
He didn't even want to wake up some mornings
'What a tragedy' the boy thought
Only eleven years old and he wanted to die
The orphanage cafeteria lady was the only one who showed him kindness
Giving him extra meals because the other children would take his
He left her an apology note before he left
She was the only one who would miss him anyways
—
He stood on the ledge of the rooftop looking down upon the dark city
Just as he was about to take off his shoes and jump he heard a voice
"Wait!"
He turned around and saw a man who looked as if he had no face
A black mask with some sort of breathing tube was attached to it
The man seemed to notice his hatred toured the world
He smiled
"Young man.. How would you like revenge?"
•*•*•*•
Tomura shot out of bed in a cold sweat from the painful memories
Calming his breathing he looked at the time realizing he was late to a meeting
'Ah.. shit'
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