Denki's Diary

Denki's Diary

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Read Denki Kaminari's last few pages of writing before he expires, gives up on life and passes on to the next one. This fanfic is written in the format of several letters ( as it is a diary ) that Kaminari has written to vent when he has no one else to turn to. If you do not like that, please do not read. Remember that the characters are not mine, they belong to Kōhei Horikoshi. Despite this, the plot and writing is mine and I would appreciate it if you didn't take the work and claim it as your own. Cover art: https://kirisaika.tumblr.com/post/179953558154
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This is a gay Fanfiction based in the Realm of My Hero Academia. Major warnings!!! This book is quite heavy, dealing with issues such as suicide, Poor Mental health, SH and gore. Please avoid this book if these things affect you negatively. ALL RIGHTS TO BNHA BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI! THIS IS ONLY A FANFIC! It was true what people said about me, I hate myself. I hate the way I look, the way I act, the way I walk and talk. Everyone knows it, but they stay back and observe. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, to just disappear. But, each passing day, "he" grows stronger, those emotions I repress, they fester, seep into my body like a malicious poison. Uncle and dad say he sees potential in me... they only say it because they know I'm not special. They've made me feel like I'm not deserving of love, life or liberty. ...Sometimes I wonder what it would be like ...to see their blood ...splattered all over the walls ...their bodies snapped like toothpicks ...I wonder...

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