The Succesor (My Hero Academia)

How Fast Can Things Get Dark? The Answer Will Shock You

I shot forward, my hand clutching at my shirt. My wide eyes stared into the inky darkness of my room. I wanted to turn the light on, but I didn't want to see All Might's smile. I didn't want to see all the eyes, eyes I knew wouldn't judge me but felt like they were. Bile rose in my throat as images from my nightmare played out on the dark screen. I scrambled out of bed and sat at my desk. Soft light burned my eyes as I turned on the desk lamp.

I grabbed a notebook and flipped to a new page. My pencil scratched across the page at a furious rate, emotions pouring into my analysis. Shinso's quirk was really cool during the Sports Festival. I just wished I could've asked him more about it, or even responded to his taunts. My grip tightened; my pencil snapped in two. 

Wet spots appeared on my notebook. My hands buried themselves in my hair.

I worked hard. 

I suffered so much.

 And he says I had everything handed to me on a silver platter?

That everyone praised me? Told me I could be a hero?

You should probably give it up.

I'm sorry, Izuku! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

That's so pathetic

He's delusional.

You'll never be able to hang with the best of the best, you'll die in the exams, defenseless Izuku.

Listen up, Deku. You're even worse than these damn rejects, you quirkless wannabe.

You know, if you really want to be a hero that badly, there's actually another way. Just pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.

That I had a perfect life?

Drop the knife. Come on, Izu- NO!

I was shaking now. I hadn't thought about that day for a long time. Swallowing, I stood up, nearly knocking my chair over. I barely caught it before it hit the ground. I couldn't wake Mom up, she'd be worried, and when she's worried she never gets enough sleep.

I grabbed a hoodie and slipped it on, along with the battered sneaker Tenko left under his bed. Sneaking out the window, I couldn't be thankful enough for my habit of running before Mom woke up.

That was how I found myself wandering the streets of the city. And that was also how I ended up in the situation I did, because apparently a teen wandering around at night is extremely suspicious. 

"Why am I running?" I asked myself as I rounded the corner. And really, I had no answer. It's not like I was doing anything illegal. Still, my instincts told me to run and so I did. Something bound itself around my chest and pulled, so I fell face first in the dirt. One for All disappeared from my veins. 

"Good question. Now why the hell are you on the streets at this hour, Midoriya?"

I rolled over and sat up. "I- uh, I stayed up really late watching a hero fight on the TV and then I couldn't go to sleep so I decided to go for a jog to tire myself out and then I- I heard the one hero yelling at me and I don't know why, but I just started running."

Tired eyes stayed trained on me, and he said, "You're crying, and I highly doubt it was from that fall considering the stunts you've pulled already." He released me from his capture weapon. I didn't answer, my gaze focused on the old, scuffed red shoes. Mr Aizawa sighed and grabbed my arm. "Come on." He hauled me to my feet

I stumbled and tripped on the laces of my shoes. The hero I had run from earlier, must have been a new one since I couldn't place her, smiled at Mr Aizawa and offered to take me to the station. He waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't bother. He's one of my students. I'm going to walk him home, and then assign him a three page paper on why you can't run from heroes."  He pulled me away, in the direction where I lived. It didn't surprise me that he knew where I lived, especially with the villain attack on the USJ it would make sense for him to know where students lived so in case there was an emergency he could easily direct heroes and law enforcement to the correct area.

"I- I can walk up by myself, Mister Aizawa."

He hummed and started up the stairs. I stared for a second before following. Stepping out on my floor, I only sighed when I saw the door hanging open.

"Do you have any coffee?" Mr Aizawa dug through our cupboards. "I'm going to leave money for it, don't worry."

"Uh, top shelf. Tenko usually puts it away." Because I'm not allowed to reach the coffee, because we don't need you passing out because you refuse to sleep. Well, we shouldn't have to put a cone on Tenko, but that never stopped him from scratching his neck, now did it.

"Sit." Mr Aizawa gestured to the table. I did. The smell of coffee made my nose wrinkle. He's drinking that straight black? As if hearing my thoughts, he took a long sip. "Why were you really wandering around?"

I rubbed at my hand. "Uh, well-" A flash of my nightmare appeared. Mr Aizawa bloodied and beaten. Tsuyu decayed in front of me. All Might dead. I shuddered. "-I had a nightmare."

"Of the USJ attack?" he asked. I nodded. Mr Aizawa looked at his drink. "Everyone's safe, Midoriya. No one got hurt too badly." A light hand rested on my arm, and he gently squeezed. "I'm doing whatever I can to teach you kids to be heroes, and you can only be heroes if you're alive, so I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you stay that way. Got it?"

I rubbed at my eyes. Tears were already forming. I knew he was different than every other teacher I've had, but this is the first time one's ever said they would protect their students, that they would protect me. Even so.... "Got it."

"Good. I expect to see you in homeroom on time tomorrow. And I was serious about that essay." He left, leaving me alone with the single thought in my head.

He only cares because you're not quirkless.

And here I am putting off doing a bunch of work that's due tonight, go go procrastination.

And here's. question for you 

Who's POV would you like to see next?

I have a plan once we get a little farther in, but for now I'm just doing things that pop into my head.

See yah