Unfinished Stories!

Yin And Yang #2!

Title: "(Y/n) (L/n): Origins!"

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When I was just a child, I thought that everything will go your way as long as you have good intentions.

A young boy with (H/c) hair looked at a poster on a building of All Might. It said, "You too can become a hero!" He looked at it with wide happy and hopeful eyes. He was completely oblivious to a hero's head being stomped to mush in an alleyway just a few feet behind of him.

And I'll be able to do whatever I need to, cause I have my sister, who's gonna be a hero!

The same young boy sat with his older sister. She was caressing his head as he watched an old-timey anime. His sister was crying, but she was hiding it, so he couldn't tell.

I was so clouded, and yet I still admire how oblivious I was. I honestly wish every now and then that I still thought that simply.

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Eventually, I learned that the world wasn't all happy. And that I couldn't become a hero.

That harsh truth pushed my childish brain over what it could handle, and I stopped interacting with others.

The young boy looked normal, but had a faint sense of dread hanging over him.

As I grew up I was made fun of for this, and eventually exploded in rage.

The young boy, now about 7 or 8 years old, tried his hardest to attack and hurt his bullies.

So I learned that my emotions weren't my friends, but I knew well enough about Sasuke to assume that they weren't my enemies.

The now 12-year old didn't seem to be showing any emotions, but he wasn't trying to be a machine that didn't care.

I still showed happiness and joy and all my good emotions with family and close friends, but I bottled up my anger, cause I knew that it wouldn't help me.

He made friends and had the time of his life, he didn't even seem to be angry at others.

I grew into a "better" person because over the years I learned that letting out my anger on others wouldn't help anyone.

He sat in class, studying with his advanced mind, and patiently waited for the bell to ring. When it did he got up, and his friends started walking and talking around him. He smiled.

Now being quirkless used to be the worst part of my life, as if I was a step behind others. I learned that dwelling on my weaknesses wouldn't help me.

He laughed and talked with his friend in one moment, and in the other played video games.

Now, I didn't think much of myself, I knew that I was given a decent mind, better than most of my peers, but I didn't let it get to my mind.

Even though he was surrounded by many loud people, he somehow stayed in the shadows, near the back, to not gain any attention.

I think I was never the kind of person to say how much I hate my life, but I never bragged either. I was basically trying to be a background character.

He was talking to his friends, but slumped over and spoke quietly.

Now, I have an objective in my life a real reason to live, and that was to be a truly wonderful person.