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MIDORIYA'S POV

I stare at my reflection in the mirror absentmindedly.Pondering over several thoughts,I brush my injured cheek which was now patched up with a bandage.I stare at my slim, petite body which is covered with bruises,thanks to Kacchan and his friends.I wasn't really upset over the fact that I got beaten up by my beloved childhood friend,Kacchan.What hurt me the most was that no one,not even my idol and inspiration nor my mom actually believed I had the capability of being a hero.Or believed that I could actually save people.No one had even tried to console me at my incapability or tried to explain the obvious reasons politely. My uselessness was shoved in my face and I had to accept the aggravating reality.

I mean it's obvious that I could never become a hero,especially since I'm quirkless, but it hurts when others say it to your face. My whole existence and all my emotions were based on hoping and trying to be a hero. Why was I born this way?

Stepping lightly, I scramble onto my bed,my body curled up resembling an armadillo to some extent.I bury my face in the pillow and try to succumb to the pleasure of sleeping, perhaps, to soothe or ignore my aching heart and escape the harsh reality for the time being. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, I give up and crawl off my bed knowing that I won't be getting any sleep tonight, owing to my consistent, disturbing thoughts that barricaded my mind and took away any sense of logical reasoning to put me at ease. Frustrated,I plop myself on the chair,adjacent to my desk and stare at the piles of notebooks I'd filled ever since I could write essays;all of them were based on hero research. Every notebook was an accumulative compilation of several pro-heroes and contained each heroes' quirks strengths and weaknesses, most formidable foes and a compilation of the worst enemies each hero had faced up to this day.Not only that, but being an absolute "nerd", according to Kacchan, I'd even analyzed their hero costumes and the material present in them which benefited each hero. Not to mention, their signature moves and the probability of offensive and defensive stances they'd take up in a usual fight against villains.

All of my notebooks were called "Hero Analysis for the future no.XYZ". Many heroes that I'd come across would label me as a fanboy. Sure,I am one.I'm not gonna deny that.But these notebooks were intel for my "future" too,as implicated by the title. My 'future' as a Pro Hero.

However now, that dream has been crushed into a million pieces by the ones I hold the dearest.

For an ordinary fanboy, such a dream would seem foolishly unattainable but for someone like me, who'd wished to be a hero before he was even 4,it was a lifelong wish and gave my life a purpose. My "dream" wasn't just something 'ordinary'.It was a part of me and had been incorporated into my daily life, wired into my very own thoughts and it took over my whole being. It was a purpose.One that I could not survive without and could not give up so easily. That's why I was hanging on to the last strand of hope. That perhaps,one day, my quirk would miraculously manifest out of the blue and my dreams wouldn't seem like a distant fantasy. That I could truly become a hero.

But my lifelong purpose had been crushed by my source of hope.

When life does not have a purpose,isn't it best just to cease existing?

And that's the only conclusion I can come up with now.

Midnight.At Tokyo Tower.

When I draw my very last breath. 

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(A/N) Whew.Honestly when I started writing this chapter I couldn't stop xD I really enjoyed writing this chapter. What do you think? I'm open to criticism so lmk my mistakes in the comments;)

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