Reversal

Shinsou

Shinsou knew he didn't belong. His quirk was all that people looked at and cared about.

A brainwashing quirk? He could get nowhere in life. Even if he never used it, people will still hate him. Would use him as their scapegoat. Nothing he did would be able to convince them otherwise. Not even wearing quirk suppressing cuffs all the time would be able to do anything, in fact, that would just convice everyone that he really was a criminal.

Shinsou hated how it all turned out.

And when he finally met someone who didn't really mind his quirk, who offered him warmth and kindness that he hadn't received in so long, and then he just to fuck that up as well.

All he knew was fire. The bright orange flames, licking at his skin. The pain that ran through his veins, and all that he could register was that it hurts it hurts it HurtS IT HURTS -

It turned black, and Shinsou didn't know how long he had passed out from. Or what he passed out from. Heat exhaustion or from inhaling carbon monoxide.

Or if he was even alive in the first place.

It was bright. Way too bright, when Shinsou opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a bed. His head was throbbing, but he still pushed himself up. He had no idea where he was, and he was starting to panic. His breaths came in faster, and leaned forward, trying to calm himself down. Panicking would do him no good here.

"Hey, calm down." Two warm hands were placed on his shoulders, and gripped him tightly. "Breath in deeply."

Shinsou looked up, to find a green haired boy with a freckled face looking back at him. On instinct, his tried to push away, but the boy was strong than he looked, "I'm not going to hurt you. Just... calm down, okay? Then we'll talk."

It took Shinsou quite some time before he stopped shaking so violently, and he warily eyed the green haired boy who reclined in a chair in front of him.

"So... I'm Midoriya Izuku. Fourteen years old. Male."

Shinsou just looked at him weirdly.

"Uh... you're supposed to respond? That's what the handbook of making friends said -"

"Handbook of what now?" Shinsou gawked.

Midoriya looked at him with a serious gaze, "There's a book at the library called How to Make Friends."

Shinsou just looked at Midoriya like he was an idiot.

"Why would you need that!?"

"I never made any friends before. I had one friend, but we were friends since we were babies so I really do not know how to make friends. You seem smart, how do you make friends?!" Midoriya asked.

"I... I have no friends."

"Oh. Sorry."

Midoriya looked at his feet, before he glanced at the ceiling, tapping his feet as he wrung his hands together. He was fidgeting so much, and Shinsou could tell he was doing his best to avoid staring at him.

"Shinsou Hitoshi. Fourteen as well. Male, obviously." He rolled his eyes. He didn't know why, but being around this boy... it felt like he no longer had to put up the walls that he had surrounded himself with for the past few years.

"So... where is this?" Shinsou asked.

"Oh. This is my home! An abandoned apartment, said to be haunted by ghosts." Midoriya snorted, "As if they exist. You think you'll be okay for a while? There's something I gotta do."

"Sure." Shinsou replied hesitantly, "What are you doing anyways?"

"Nothing much. Just killing one more of Endea-fucking-vor's lackeys called a fucking Flamethrower of all things. Piece of shit." Midoriya spat, a crazed expression creeping onto his face in a way that Shinsou did not like. "He pushed my best friend to the ground once cause he saw him standing up for me."