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what did i do to deserve this?
y/n l/n thought as he was free falling. he made no move to grab ahold of anything nor use his powers in any way to save himself. even if he fell and hit the ground it wouldn't kill him, he couldn't die. people said he was blessed, that he could become a superhero without the fear of being killed but he felt as if it was curse.
fortunately, he could die of old age. no other way would kill him—trust him, he's tried.
only a small percent of people are born with superpowers, only two percent of the population to be exact. if you're lucky, you're born with more than one.
'luckily' y/n was born with two, the other one was super strength. he hated that the most, his peaceful atmosphere was always interrupted by his roommate—satori tendo—bursting into his room to open various jars, boxes, or really anything he has trouble opening.
he had no right to complain though, tendo was the first person to ever really understand him. tendo was the first one to stand up for y/n when he was bullied. now, y/n could've easily stopped his bullying with a single punch or two but he didn't really care if he was beat up everyday after school. he just sat there and took it with a blank face.
tendo was weird, extremely weird but had a heart of gold. y/n only thought of him as weird because to stop his bullying tendo had barked at y/n' bullies, and once he caught them off guard he proceeded to kick the 'leader' in the balls.
other than that tendo was a cool guy.
tendo became his personal bodyguard throughout high school, and nobody dared messed with y/n after seeing the red head growl at some random guy for bumping into y/n.
ever since then tendo took care of him, and once high school ended the red head demanded y/n to move in an apartment with him. y/n didn't care and agreed, and once tendo found out about y/n's powers he used him to open things (tendo even made y/n bench him for fun one day after seeing it on tv).
y/n closed his eyes as he fell, how much fucking longer will i be falling? i'm getting bored. y/n internally cursed at the villain for throwing him so damn high in the air. there's not way y/n was going to go back and continue fighting, that wasn't his problem anymore. back up was called anyways.
y/n sighed in relief when he hit the ground with a thud, luckily he didn't fall on the road next to him. just because he couldn't die doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
he laid motionlessly on the ground, fingers twitching when he felt something smooth. he curled his fingers around it and ripped it from the ground, holding it above his face—a tulip. he silently brought it down to his nose, it smelt pretty. his arm fell limp next to him, maybe i could just take a nap, hopefully get squished by a falling piano or some shit.
