How Naïve // A Dying Deku AU // BKDK

One Shot

He had always been optimistic. Any hardships life threw, he went through, no matter how hard it was to. After all, to save people, dying was worth it.

And now he was dying. He could feel his consciousness slipping with every shaky breath he took, pain convulsing through his body at even the slightest movement.

He chuckled at the irony: him, the one with the strongest Quirk, the first one to die in his class. It was unexpected, but also understandable in a way.

He had always been ready to give his life for others, after all. How heroic, yet utterly idiotic at the same time.

Because of his Quirklessness, he had always had low self-esteem. It had developed into a hero complex as years went on; to save others, he would throw away his useless life without a second thought.

It didn't help that he was so kind either.

And now, he was paying for that. Not that he minded, but as memories flooded his mind, he realized how stupid and naïve he had been.

After All Might had told him he could be a hero, gifting him his Quirk, he had been so emotional that he hadn't realized that the man had essentially still thought that he couldn't be a hero without a Quirk.

And it was because of that Quirk that he had gained so many friends, so maybe he had been right.

Izuku let out a hollow laugh. To think that even with the right morals, one had to have power to save others. It showed how broken society was.

He still remembered his life when he was Quirkless, how every single person who he helped without asking for a repayment only ever stared at him in disgust.

He had been Quirkless after all. And Quirkless meant worthless.

He decided that he hates society. How they shunned everyone different, or powerful enough to affect them negatively, even if they would never do such things.

Humans feared power, and humans feared the unknown.

Izuku decided fear was something to be feared, ironically. Slight fear could motivate, but too much was just dangerous. It clouded judgement, making people choose the incorrect choices.

Izuku had never truly feared Kacchan.

Kacchan had been a friend since young, and a wonderful companion, as under all those shouts and insults, he never lied; neither to himself nor others. He had always known what he wanted, and strived for it, doing whatever he seemed necessary to achieve his goals.

Kacchan had never truly hated Izuku.

Even at the young age of four, Kacchan had been aware of many things: the dangers of heroics being one of them.

After noticing Izuku's disadvantage, he hadn't wanted him to get hurt, so he had decided to show him how cruel the world truly was, albeit a bit harshly.

Izuku had known, which was why he'd never blamed him. The boy, now a man, would always be his dearest friend.

Izuku closed his eyes, a peaceful smile making its way onto his face. His time had come. He didn't regret it, saving the blond.

His only regret was upsetting him.

And so he mustered up all the energy he had left and moved his lips, his words directed to said blond crying above him.

"I guess you were right, huh Kacchan?"