DISCLAIMER:MHA doesn't belong to me but Horikoshi.
This book will contain sensitive topics like bullying, deprecating thoughts, foul language, what do you expect, it's Bakugou
[DISCONTINUED!!]
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Everyone's world is different. Some liv...
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He stood stunned, mouth agape, and tears flowing. The world around him faded as he stared at the spot that All Might jumped. Zoned in and focusing on only that.
Kacch- no. Bakugou's words echoed in his head, someone who tells you to kill yourself doesn't deserve friendship. It'd be hard to lie if someone asked if he would go with his "advice."
Should he? No more causing trouble for those around. No more stress. Just a peaceful silence.
Snap out of it!
Of course he got to thinking about it. He considered it. Shows how right in the head he is.
The world caused that. Beating down on him daily and reminding him of his useless status. What was considered a disability in the world of quirks.
Being quirkless is basically being given a death sentence. An early grave and promised life of discrimination. He was surprised he made it this far.
A sigh left his pink lips, both arms raising to wipe at his wet cheeks. Done with crying, his eyes were puffy, and in the dirt and grime still present on his face, tear streaks were obvious.
Not that it mattered. Anyone who knew him would know he cries often. Wouldn't be putting his already absent image down.
It took everything in him to move from the edge of the roof(in his trance state, he moved towards the edge) and he exited from the door All Might mentioned. The hero's name left a bitter taste in his mouth. Similar to biting into a lemon.
No one looked at him as he exited the building. He appeared even worse then he did before the encounter with the sludge villain. His body felt greasy as more dirt clung to his body, hair even more of a rats nest, and eyes looking dead tired. He just wanted to go home.
Prayers never seemed to be answered. It's that or Kami is just fucking with him, seeing how hard he can be pushed or something.
Like something pulled him, he gravitated to the crowd forming around a blazing area. Smoke bellowed into the sky, underneath coated by oranges and reds. A beautiful display of deadly colors.
He pushed through the crowd on instinct. Not hearing any ultimate moves being shouted out, or a declaration of a villain being defeated. So it piqued his curiosity.
You know the saying curiosity killed the cat? It's true one hundred percent.
A familiar villain on a rampage. Once attacking him, then in a soda bottle, now attacking another. This person struck a cord in his memories and his eyes widened in recognition.
Blazing red eyes clouded with pounds of dismay, pleading for help. Spikey ash blonde hair that resembles and explosion. White skin coated in the green sludge that trapped him earlier. Mouth covered and suffocating.
His mind flared as he observed the situation. Quirk out of control, a hero focusing on the flames, one victim and one villain made of sludge. No one helping the victim.
When red eyes met green, he knew what he had to do.
Sloppily, he vaulted over the blockage of the scene. His feet carried him forwards and the hero closets to him tried to grab onto his yellow bag. The bag was moved out of the way too fast as he slipped it off his shoulders, scanning the villain for any weakness.
Pools of green zoned in on the only solid parts of the body that he could conclude. Two eyes.
A pencil was moved into his right hand and the bag in his left. He tossed the bag upwards, hitting point blank on the eyes of the villain. With a surge of adrenaline, he leaped.
Both hands wrapped around the pencil and he jabbed it into one eye, earning a cry of pain from the sludge. He dropped down and rushed to the blonde.
With a tug, he was able to pull the male out. The grip on him was too weak after the attack he landed on Mr. Sludge villain.
Bakugou coughed harshly and Izuku had to shove him out of the way of another attack. Both went tumbling to the ground, slidding against the street.
Thankfully- no. All Might arrived to save the day. Bright smile on his face that disgusted Izuku. He saw him in the crowd, doing nothing. Made him question everything. He heard what the other heroes said, that they were "waiting for a person with a better quirk." Yeah. That's totally a reasonable reason to let someone suffocate. Soon those forty seconds would've been over, and he would've died.
He gets shoved harshly off of Bakugou, a harsh glare making him not voice his protests. Pushing himself to his feet, he was quickly bombarded by Death Arms and Kamui Woods.
"You shouldn't have exposed yourself to such danger!" Shouted Death Arms who stood to Izuku's left, crossing his arms. It was like he was imitating a disappointed parent.
Kamui woods on the other hand, "you could've gotten yourself killed!" He was a dick.
And for once in his life, he snapped. "Oh yeah? And what the fuck were you doing?" His voice was cold, eyes blazing with controlled fury.
The change in demeanor surprised the heroes in front of him. He didn't allow them to respond. "It takes, on average, forty to fifty seconds for a person to suffocate, ultimately passing out. Six minutes pass? They are most likely dead and won't respond to anything like CCC or CPR, it would take a miracle for them to survive or an already prepared person with a healing quirk"
"Instead of trying your hardest to allow at least some intake of air for the victim, you tried once and took it upon yourself to wait on the sidelines for a better quirk. If you had any brains you would notice the obvious weakness"
"It took a fucking quirkless person a couple seconds to figure out what to do" his voice was low as he growled out those words.
"And what did you do again?" A cool aura surrounded him.
"You had your thumb up your ass and tried to make excuses for letting someone die!" A rare scowl was present on his face, brows furrowed and green pools blazing.
He didn't want to listen to another excuse. Another word from these heroes. So he turned and walked away, hands shoved into his pockets and shoulders locked tight.
