Carried By A Breeze °•BNHA Story•°

Prologue

      The ground was hard and cold. Laminate; it looked like plastic concrete. The walls were tall and dark, made of stone. The lighting was dim and gave off an eerie orange glow, like fire. A boy sat in the middle of this room, thin and shaky. His hair was a dark green, styled messily. It was oily and lank, caked in dirt, as though someone had thrown weeds on his head and called it hair. His head hurt; everything hurt. Blinding, raging, searing, horrific pain.

     A mission, that's all he could think about. A mission, the mission. His mission. He swallowed back a wail of distress. He failed. He failed All Might, his mother, the people, himself, and his friends. But most importantly, he failed Kacchan, his childhood friend. Silent tears streamed down his face. A stinging sensation on his wrists showed where they were cut and bleeding. Limbs tied to eachother, left crumpled on the cold, hard floor.
 
   His rope restraints tugged on him, pulling tight against his arms and legs. His mission may have failed, but, perhaps, there was a chance he could escape yet. He knew not how he could escape, his strength was faltering and his quirk had been weakened. Yet, as he struggled against a wall, he knew he had to try.

     He leaned his head foward, as much as it could incline, and began to gnaw on the restraints at his ankles. It tasted like plastic and cardboard, but it was his only means of escape. Though not very thick, the material was strong and hurt his jaw.

     Suddenly, like a cold spell, drowsiness bombarded his senses. Was their tranquilizer in the rope? Were they prepared? Yet, no matter how much he felt for it, looked at it, he saw nothing but rope. Nothing to signify he'd been drugged. The air hadn't changed in the slightest, so he wasn't gassed. No one around, not darted.

      Was this just himself submitting to, possibly, days without rest? How long had it been? What should he do?

     As his train of thought slowed, he was left to remember few things. His past flooded to him in vague, nostalgic memories. Favouring All Might, Getting diagnosed as quirkless. Kacchan. Being beaten by Kacchan. Meeting All Might. Getting All Mights quirk. Yuuei. The Sports Festival. Todoroki.

As he finally succumbed to sleep, the last thing he felt and remembered, was a hot tear rolling down his freckled cheek.