"You're so useless!" "Why are you even alive" "Shut up you weakling!" "You might as well live on the streets you ungrateful bitch!" "You don't belong to this family. Go somewhere else you useless scum" "Face it y/n we can't be hero's no matter how hard you try." "How do you intend to be a hero with such a weak quirk?" "With a useless quirk like that, don't you want more?" * It's been 8 years since I got a better quirk. It doesn't matter anymore. Its been 8 years since I noticed that heroes and villains don't exist in this world. It's all based on quirks. It's been 8 years since I realized that this society is fucked up. Your either useless or powerful.

〔 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱! 〕 ↝a bnha textfic ↝innocent and wholesome reader ↝various bnha x fem! reader ☞ both boys and girls will be shipped with you ✈ there will be texting, social media, instagram, and youtube in the chapters hiho pls read inspired by froliqq because she's a fucKING QUEEN

This story is on hold, I don't know when I will write again. I'm sorry. Y/n was your average student with a average hero quirk. Except she wasn't... She was broken, lost, hurt, and depressed. Why you may ask, well let me tell you her story. Right from the very beginning... Discamer: This contains mention of abuse, depresion, self harm, suicide, and bullying. If those are triggering for you them don't read this book. And if this is happening to you in real life you can always message me. Just know, you are not alone!

Y/N had transferred to UA a couple weeks after the middle of the year and Y/N were already an emotional wreck. They had suffered from crippling depression and had abusive foster parents. The only close people you really had was class 1A, Aizawa and a few other close teachers and Shinsou from class 1B. They didn't take that much time to realize that you suffered form depression and anxiety. Y/N 16th birthday was in 2 days and they weren't to keen on celebrating. Y/N was thankful for there being dorms, they couldn't stand their parents. Saturday It was the weekend and y/n woke up to a blood stain bed sheet. They had sliced their arm and forgot to clean it up. Y/N had quickly got changed into a long sleeve black shirt and some shorts, headed to the laundry area without being seen and washed the sheet. They headed back up to the common space only to find Bakugou and Kirishima. Kirishima: Hey y/n, isn't something special coming up on Monday ? Kirishima had asked, knowing that they're birthday was on Monday. Bakugou had given them a small smile. Y/N: ......no. Y/N was never someone who'd forgot things especially occasions. They wanted to pretend that had forgotten their birthday. Kirishima and Bakugou had given each other a confused look when they walked by them with blunt eyes and no expression. Y/N ran into Midoriya and Ida, but no conversation was met. You had went back inside your dorm to continue your artwork. Everyone had made complements about their art and how talented they were.

ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɪᴛ ɪᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs(sᴏᴡᴡʏ!) ________________________________________ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ʙɴʜᴀ x ᴏᴘ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ __________________________________________________________ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜғғ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ- ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛᴛʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ!＼(^▽^＠)ノ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ: ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴜsᴇᴅ: ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴀ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ;ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ's ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ- ᴅʀᴀᴡʙᴀᴄᴋs: ɴᴏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴀ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ɢᴏᴇs ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ǫᴜɪʀᴋ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ!ɪ'ʟʟ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ- ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴜ ᴀʟʟ ＼(^▽^＠)ノ (Now continuing )