BRONTIDE

...Why?

The videos I upload for each chapter are to set the mood.Watch them at your own risk (A/N)

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MIDORIYA'S POV

Does Kacchan really want me to die? I thought he hated me,but I never thought he'd ask me to kill myself...maybe I really am alone in this cold world..maybe Kacchan is right...even if you think about it logically,how will I become a hero without a quirk?

thud

I snap out of my thoughts and realized I just bumped into a very muscular chest.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"There,there young boy.It's perfectly fine.Why? Because I AM HERE!!!"

That voice...that style of speaking..ALL MIGHT?!

"ALL MIGHT!!!!" I squeal,recognizing the brawny,smiling blonde man.He looks at me and gives his signature smile.

"Well hello there,young boy! Unfortunately,I'm doing a job right now so I can't hand out autographs.Have you...perhaps.. seen a Sludge villain? It's slimy ,green and" *pauses* "very green" I shake my head since I hadn't seen a villain of that sort,recently.Hearing that,All might proceeds to leave but before he could leave,

It's now or never,Midoriya Izuku.

I ask him:

"W-wait,All might! Do you think....that someone like me....can be a hero too?" I look down at my red shoes and grasp my backpack tightly,awaiting a response.

I mean,All might's my idol and surely he wouldn't think the same way as others,right? He inspires other people to be like him....so does a quirkless middle schooler still have a chance?  Of being a hero like him? to save people?

"Why,yes of course! Anyone can be a hero if they try hard and wish for it!But...what do you mean by 'someone like me'?"

"I-I'm" I squeeze my eyes shut and tighten my grip on my backpack straps.My toes are scrunched up in anxiousness too. "quirkless"

*sigh*

"Young boy,this is the real world.It isn't a dream. Quirkless individuals can not become heroes.That's a known fact.Leave the hero stuff to us,okay?" he responds.

W-what? E-even All might? ..I can't believe it...if All might said so,I should probably just give up..I-I've always wanted to be a hero..why am I so weak? Kacchan was right..

A lump was stuck in my throat.I couldn't respond nor could I lift my head up.I felt cold but I felt like I was drenched in sweat.Suddenly my backpack felt heavier,and my heart even more so. I wanted to cry but I couldn't.There is a piercing feeling in my chest too and I'd never been more sad and hopeless ever before.This is instantly followed by a inaudible  'crack', like crystal china breaking with no sound. The crystal shatters into innumerable shards bringing with it pain that is both freezing and burning, stabbing and throbbing, consistently with a quivering, crushing weight that makes it difficult to breathe calmly. These sharp, icy-hot crystal shards are in my bloodstream and shoot down my arms and settle in my thumbs and my wrists — it even flows down my legs and into the arches of my feet and base of my toes. I feel butterflies in my stomach like I might as well just hurl at any moment

Is this what shattered dreams and heartbreak feels like...?

It takes me a while to compose myself but once I finally do,I decide to thank all might for his time but he's nowhere to be seen.Right now,I feel like I lost something really important to me.Something inside me 'snapped'. I don't know what it is but whatever it was,has left me hopeless and devastated.

 So much for being the 'Greatest hero' when he can't even compose or comfort a civilian.

I decide to head home.It's been a long day,after all.I don't even know where I'm going at this point..

SOMEONE CALL ALL MIGHT!

I snap out of my thoughts and spot a crowd of civilians,mortified, gathered around a spot.I couldn't care less until I see Kacchan.Kacchan is struggling against the slimy,green villain...perhaps the sludge villain All might mentioned?

HE NEEDS HELP I HAVE TO SAVE-

I'm not a hero and I'll never be one so why should I try to save him? 

My eyes meet Kacchan's eyes at that moment.We're staring at each other and it feels like he can read everything that's going on in my mind.That he can sense my despair and hopelessness.A yellow flash interrupts our gaze which makes me realize what I was doing.I immediately break our gaze and run off in the opposite direction,wanting to be desperately in the warm sanctity of my home.

Away from this cruel world

The sun sets over the horizon as I trudge my iron-clad feet home.It illuminates the cherry blossom scattered streets and the sunlight shines perfectly off the roofs of the neighboring houses. A gust of wind sweeps my fluffy,green hair sideways and a few cherry blossom petals graze my face.The calm river is very silent and sparkles like a thousand diamonds under the influence of warm gold.The streets are full of different aromas; the flowery scent of cherry blossom petals are mixed with various delicious aromas wafting and complimenting each other.The chatter of mothers cooking delicacies for their young children and the giggles of 5-year old children fill the ever-so silent street.

I breathe in the fresh air and smile to myself,in an attempt to console my quivering inner-self..

This would be a perfect day if it wasn't my last one