In the ecstasy of black, the twinkling stars were a poem of sorts- as if the night was constantly trying to tell us something that our eyes could never understand. The moonlight's rays lifted the infinite darkness of the night, but not too vivid as to dull the stars alongside it. The light continued to highlight the earth's somewhat dull features. A light zephyr flowed through the air, causing the plants to drift and sway in it's direction.
The boy's green eyes sparkled in the sight of the nights beauty.
But sadly, the breathtaking view was not enough to dull his mind from his unpleasant state of mind, to say the least.
He broke his gaze from the starry choir above and rested his eyes on the scars that littered his arms. Though he had never intended to harm himself in the first place- these scars were merely a symbol of how hard he had worked, trained, a reward for his determination-
Reward. That word rang in his head for a bit.
Was this his reward? Arms full of scars?
Or was it a punishment for not working hard enough?
Later on, he'd come to an answer that was hard to come to terms with, yet, somewhat tranquil.
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Fanfictioni don't know if this'll be an x reader. for now, it'll just be little tidbits about deku.
