Sunday, today.

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     A blond haired teenager slowly walked the streets of Japan, hands in his pockets and face turned to the ground. So... This is it, huh? He blinked down at the grave he'd stopped in front of, tears slowly gathering in his eyes.

       "I'm coming to visit.", He says weakly, chuckling under his breath as the tears slowly rolled down his cheeks and he kneeled on the ground. His body felt numb, like it could give out at any given moment,"A permanent visit, I guess.", He continues, lifting a hand up to wipe his tears away with a sleeve,"You better have a couch open for me, make sure to get the get some hamburgers and we can chill out in front of the screen and play Overwatch like old times, yeah?"

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          Dear classmates ( and anyone else that reads this I guess- ), 

          I'm not really sure what to say, but I think I should probably write one thing first so you all don't... I don't know... This kinda depends on if you ever cared, but I guess I don't want you to feel guilty, I understand. I'm not a good enough hero in training to be viewed as anything but a villain, and I can't control my quirk... Much less get good grades even if I study as hard as I can. I talk too much, I move too much, I bother you all anyway so they're isn't really a point... Uhm... You'll all be amazing hero's, I know it. Heck, you already are. Do me a favor and forget about me, okay? Mina, you snagged a good guy, don't lose him. Bakugo, Kirishima, get together already or else I'll haunt you forever. Shinso, remember your quirk is cool as hell, you're a proper hero hopeful just like the rest of them. I'm handing down the role of Tracer to Sero, you better play her well dude. Win those Overwatch games. I guess... I guess that's it....

         I love you all, Kaminari.

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