𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ♡ ʙɴʜᴀ

𝗪 𝗘 𝗔 𝗞 𝗡 𝗘 𝗦 𝗦

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

WEAKNESS has become something that you hate. You despise it with every bone in your body, every hair on your head, and every fiber in your being. The hatred stemmed from your childhood, when you were just five years old.

With the loss of your parents, crying was a common thing you would do. Waterfalls upon waterfalls would stream down your cheeks as if there was no dam to stop them. With each droplet that rained, you began to dislike the tears that fell from your eyes and the salty taste when they slipped into your mouth started to become bitter. Everyone grieves in their own ways, they say, and you weren't an exception to that.

You sighed as you listened to Mr. Aizawa give a lecture about rescuing. Like you'd ever be doing that. He was droning on about how you first check for any injuries. You zoned out again, looking out the window and succumbing back to your thoughts.

A homeless orphan, you were, a traumatized kid that no one felt like dealing with. You'd sit in alleyways, curled up in the dark as your stomach growled loudly, begging for some type of food. But you never moved an inch, you just sat there, in your own filth and tattered dress, crying. Crying and crying.

Garbage bags became your bed and trash became your food, and if you were lucky, you'd find some water here and there. Unruly, greasy hair that fell thick with dirt and bugs was normal after two weeks. You wings were no longer the pure snow white, but rather they were stained with yellow and brown hues and they felt heavy on your back.

But then, there was light. A shadow stood in front of you one day, listening to your cries, your pleas for help. "Hey there..." the man said.

You looked up at him, eyes big and wide, watering with fear. Your weak body trembled under his gaze, but somehow, when you met his stare, you didn't feel so scared anymore.

His gaze only held sympathy, "I'm Hisashi, what's your name?" He asked you softly.

You sniffled, wiping at your wet cheeks, "Y/N."

The man stuck his hand out to you, offering guidance and comfort, "come with me. I'll help you."

And so your little hand grasped his bigger one and he pulled you up to your feet. Your legs wobbled as the two of you walked, but he made sure you never fell and kept you steady.

"You're gonna become my little fighter one day, Y/N, I just know it," he whispered to himself, a fatherly feeling warming his heart. Because perhaps even villains have hearts; but society will reduce it to the smallest size possible. That's what society and heroes do, they make you all the outcasts.

Villains do not become villains because they wanted to, but rather because society bred them to be. That's what Hisashi told you and you knew it to be true. If it weren't, your parents would still be alive, healthy and happy. That is why you vowed to never be weak again and to continue your family's legacy. That is why you built up the dams to stop the salt water from leaking and the walls around your heart yourself.