Dear, BAKA-gou (BNHA AU) (DISCONTINUED)

7 - The Death Of Izuku Midoriya

Isn't it funny, we all turn into cowards when we know that the end of our life is near?

You can defeat one thousand men, but you can never defeat the fear of death...

That's what happened to Kacchan, you know?

He was laying in my arms, slipping in and out of consciousness; everytime he woke up he grasped at anything he could to try and hold on. He would even occasionally spout out nonsense, like "Mother" and "Damn it all".

I can't remember what I did, was I crying? I remember my eyes becoming blurry, my body was shaking quite a bit.

Hah, I was acting the same way that Kacchan did when I was laying in his arms, wasn't I?

This must all seem really confusing to you... Doesn't it?

I should start from the beginning, and I'll tell you everything I know...

It all started back when I was younger.

My first memories of watching All Might on the television, saving hundreds of lives over and over again. All I wanted was to become strong and powerful like him, able to take the world and everything it's got.

My mother supported me too, she always saw the good in me.

I was so blissfully happy, so sweet, so...

Ignorant.

But that all changed when I went into the education system.

The first few days weren't that bad, to be honest.

I was clearly a bright kid, I was happy, the teachers all praised me for being so optimistic in all of the chaos in a class of hyper children.

Especially when I was compared to the chaotic nature of Katsuki Bakugou.

Oh, how he was a troublemaker for the teachers, he was quite a fun kid, when he wasn't denying your friendship 90% of the time. I fitted in with his wild antics, offering him a hand whenever he had taken a small tumble off of his high horse.

However, as the students began to grow, and their quirks began to mature with them, I was soon isolated. I had no quirk, making me the odd one out.

How strange is it that once you stand out, you become the most unique type of prey, prey that is far too easy to take because the hoard has already kicked them out - leaving them defenseless and alone.

Kacchan couldn't help himself, I believe.

He was the ring leader for every single attack made on me. Everyone looked up to him, and would wait on his every demand and plea, practically on their hands and knees for him. The perfect audience to manipulate into bullying a pour, innocent soul such as mine.

I remember the day I had to protect a fellow outcast. My eyes were like fountains, hah, I must've looked so pathetic: shaking and stumbling over words, my arms hardly raised, covered in bruises from head to toe. Of course, it was all because Kacchan had attack me and the kid, along with his small posse of bullies.

Ah, Kacchan, I grew up adoring you.

You were always strong, smart, confident.

Now that I looked back on it...

I fucking hated you.

So, after barely surviving middle school, I came across All Might.