"What's got you so worked up squirt? You usually aren't quite this quiet." The grayish blonde haired person asks gently.
"Oh, lighten up Tats. Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean something is necessarily wrong." The smaller one snaps.
The blondish one gives her a knowing look, they know for a fact that it does, indeed, mean that.
The brown haired one sighs in frustration. "I just wish sometimes that life was more fair..." The Blondish haired person gestures for her to continue.
"Everyone puts specific quirks up on a pedestal that you couldn't reach with ten stepladders, and anything that doesn't quite fit that description is forgotten and left behind. I guess I'm just sick of it... What can I do, I guess..." She mutters, upset.
She finishes off the end of the rant angrily, and the tall one sighs sadly. "Nothing we can do about it, squirt. Best we can do is move forward. Leave the hero work to the special ones, ok?
The group talks outside the gate for a few more minutes, and starts picking up their things that they set down so they could watch the students' commute, and set out on their own way.
After all, not everybody can be some huge protagonist in an epic adventure.
The brown haired girl laughs at something the dark pink haired girl says, and replies with a witty comment of her own, sending the entire group into a fit of giggles.
But sometimes, you just get lucky I guess.
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(COMPLETED) Gentle Giant: (Boku No Hero Academia x (MALE) OC!
69 Mga Parte Kumpleto
69 Mga Parte
Kumpleto
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...