The rise of Dekiru - できるの上昇

Viridity

He wandered the streets of Musutafu.

He just wanted to talk to someone, anyone, but alas he didn't have anyone to be there for him so he was left alone to his thoughts. This was a very dangerous thing.

Whispering voices filled his head, telling him everything he already knew.

That he was worthless, a waste of space. That he couldn't do the world a favor correctly. He even failed at that. So what was he supposed do?

He thought back to the first person he tried to save.

He was a naive child at the time. He really thought he could be a hero. He had just one job. Run in and run out. But no, he managed to mess that up too.

God he could still hear their screams as they cried out for someone to save them.

But he was too late. The person still received fatal wounds. All he was able to do was attempt to drag them out of there before a villain noticed him.

How did things go after that? Well... let's just say he had one more scar to add to his collection.

He woke up passed out in an alleyway after he had left the scene. He stumbled to his feet and headed home.

He got chewed by his mother and his father couldn't wait to test him and see if he had finally gotten a quirk.

Those days were hard. He failed to save them. They were literally right in front of him. He was too slow.

Why did he even try so hard anyways? It wasn't like he could amount to anything. What drove him to be a hero anyways?

He wracked his brain for an answer but couldn't figure it out for the life of him.

He had spent most of his life trying to be hero so what other jobs could he pursue? He didn't really know what else he was good at. Maybe he could do quirk analysis for heroes? Or possibly build support gear?

He shook his head and entered a convince store. He bought some pocky to munch on as he wandered about town, lost in his thoughts and for the first time, he wasn't mumbling.

When he finished the box he realized he was in a very bad part of town.

He immediately pulled his hood up and began walking back the way he came, a sense of dread hanging over him.

Something was going to happen.

Something terrible.