Ashes Of Fate

Ashes Of Fate

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Tomura Shigaraki never believed in fate. Not until the mark on his skin began to burn. It happened near Aldera Middle School just a dull glow at first, then a sharp, aching pain that stopped him mid-step. He clutched his arm, confused, until something in the air pulled his gaze upward. And there perched on the edge of the school's rooftop, wind whipping through tattered clothes and burnt curls-stood a boy. Young. Bruised. Barely hanging on. And Shigaraki knew, deep in the pit of his soul, That boy was his. Before he could think, the boy jumped. Shigaraki didn't hesitate. He called for Kurogiri. He caught him. He didn't care who saw, didn't care what it meant. All he knew was that the pain in his mark stopped the moment the trembling body landed safely in his arms. And that the boy this small, broken thing was the one fate had chosen for him.
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I'm honestly ashamed of this book. I wrote it some time ago and it just has so many things wrong in it and is overall cringe. I am planning to write a different and better version of this in the near future. And hey, maybe you should follow me to see when it comes out ;) !!!STRONG SUICIDE TRIGGER WARNING!!! Midoriya was walking home at around 11pm, after picking up some groceries for his mom. He sighed, knowing he would have to wake up early for school tomorrow. He walked on the small bridge, looking at the bright, full moon. It was a beautiful night. He turned his head facing forward, his eyes locking on the body in front of him. "K-Kacchan?" The ash-blonde whipped his head to where the shorter boy stood, piercing red eyes meeting soft dark green ones. There he was. The loud, brash, cocky Katsuki Bakugo, sitting on the concrete wall of the bridge, with his shoes off and wallet out, ready to jump off and end his life at any moment. . . "You know what, lets make a deal."

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