The boy we all know as Izuku Midoriya has finally fallen. All it took was one simple word. But the person it came from made it so much worse than just that.
Now, he does whatever he wants as he no longer plays by the rules.
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"Fuck quirks...
(For those who have already read the first chapter) If you don't care enough to go back one chapter and check out the little update, this is how Izuku looks before this chapter starts. He doesn't have scars though, ofc.
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Izuku opened the door to his home, turning on the light in the hallway. He slowly got his shoes off and walked into the living room connected to their small kitchen, letting the light in there stay off. He was just about to open the fridge and get something to eat when he noticed the note hanging on the door.
He wasn't able to see what it read in the dark, but he grabbed it and walked over to the light switch, flipping it so he could see the text.
Dear Izuku
I know this may be sudden, and I'm sorry for not being able to say goodbye, but I have been called in for work in Hosu. I would have loved to bring you with me, but I fear it would cost too much. Do not worry, I'll only be gone for only a month, and there's enough money and food left behind for you to stay healthy and warm. Stay safe, and don't get into trouble.
PS. Once I come back, I have a surprise for you :)
Love, mom
Izuku's expression stayed the same, although his thoughts were saddened. What now? Everything Bakugou had said was turning to truth. His dad was nowhere to be seen, his mom didn't want to stay with him. There was no possible way he could become a hero. Hell, even All Might, the symbol of peace, supposed to bring security and hope to society, told him that he should just give it up.
The paper started gaining weight, and Izuku snapped out of his thoughts to discover the tears hitting the piece of paper, soaking it until the ink started fading away. He didn't know why he was crying. Deep down he had always known becoming a hero would be impossible.
Then why? Why did it then feel so heartbreaking? He had grown up to cherish and even worship heroes! He shouldn't be crying over this. After all, nobody would really care about what he became in the end. He was quirkless. A nobody. Surely society would move on without him the same way a human would keep walking if they stepped on a meaningless leaf.
Easy to crush. Easy to oversee. Easy to step on.
Easy to break.
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That night felt like something out of hell itself. Laying in his bed, he felt like he was floating. The world was spinning around him. A raging battle was taking place inside his mind. Should he keep going? The defending team inside his head was quickly running out of reasons to do so.
But he just couldn't do it. He felt that he still had a shining light in his world. His mother still cared, right? She did care enough to keep him alive. But, would it then hurt her if he disappeared... or would it be a burden lifted off her shoulders?
