Then Izuku's voice shifted, to a confident and relaxed drawl. "Anyway, I think I'm done." "Young Midoriya, what do you mean?" "I'm done colouring between the lines, looking the other way and being a good little Deku. I am done with a school that values strength above all, and never considers the value of an analytical...
Bakugo watched him fall. He watched them declare Deku dead. He watched as his mother cried in the hospital with the grief filling his chest. How the hell was he alive? And why the hell did he scale the building to the classroom window? "Hey do you mind letting me in?" Izuku asked his best friend through the glass afte...
Oi, I'm only going to say this once so don't make me repeat myself. This isn't Midoriya Izuku's story, this isn't Bakugo Katsuki's, this isn't Todoroki's, nor is it All Might's. This isn't the story of all those other extras, as Bakugo calls them, this is my story. Things well change for the better or worst. - Kaito T...