The Suicidal Hero

The Suicidal Hero

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I'm no stranger to how unfair the world is. I've seen it all. Having a quirk and not having quirk either way you will be judged. If you have no quirk you get easily bullied and treated differently. Have a villainess quirk, society judges you as villain and outcast you. All because you you have quirk that's different. Any quirk could be villainess because you can kill someone with it. Has society stopped to think that maybe there prejudice ways caused someone to be a villain. The Harassment, the names, isolation. This is my story on how ive been through the misfortunes of society and became a hero, but not just any hero but a suicidal hero. I do not own my hero academia
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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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