FlutteringTears

Here is any excerpt for the new chapter i'm working on:
          	
          	"Do you have wings, son?" said a tiny stuffed bear.
          	
          	"Wings?" Izuku questioned.
          	
          	"You know wings are like freedom? The freedom to do whatever you want. Be whatever you want. Its the freedom you people call quirks, Because without quirks your are NOTHING," said the little bear.  Despite the fact that for as long as Izuku had been here the bear had spoken in nothing but riddles, Izuku though that Monukuma had a point. Without a quirk you were nothing in society. It seemed that he truly couldn't be a hero with out a quirk. 
          	
          	“Poor little boy. Have you no wings to fly?” questioned a tiny stuffed bear before he had a chance to answer.
          	
          	(why can’t you fly?? d/a/m/a/g/e/d Why Aren’t You Ever %$@&%6%* Good Enough)
          	
          	“Right now you are nothing more than a mere insect or a worm. A worthless bumbling fool, if you may”
          	
          	(Y0u w@ste of sp@ce. #% &%# @ sw@n dive $%&$& building. M@ybe  ##^ @59t @ quirK)
          	
          	“Don’t worry my dear, I’ll give you your wings. Sign this contract and I will change your quirk, appearance, and personality to become the best possible version of yourself.
          	
          	(What good is a hero without a quirk??? What good is an angel without wings??)
          	
          	And when he inked his answer in pen, those compassionate little eyes didn’t seem so compassionate anymore.
          	
          	“Foolish boy those are not wings, they are chains,” Monokuma laughed in delight.

FlutteringTears

Here is any excerpt for the new chapter i'm working on:
          
          "Do you have wings, son?" said a tiny stuffed bear.
          
          "Wings?" Izuku questioned.
          
          "You know wings are like freedom? The freedom to do whatever you want. Be whatever you want. Its the freedom you people call quirks, Because without quirks your are NOTHING," said the little bear.  Despite the fact that for as long as Izuku had been here the bear had spoken in nothing but riddles, Izuku though that Monukuma had a point. Without a quirk you were nothing in society. It seemed that he truly couldn't be a hero with out a quirk. 
          
          “Poor little boy. Have you no wings to fly?” questioned a tiny stuffed bear before he had a chance to answer.
          
          (why can’t you fly?? d/a/m/a/g/e/d Why Aren’t You Ever %$@&%6%* Good Enough)
          
          “Right now you are nothing more than a mere insect or a worm. A worthless bumbling fool, if you may”
          
          (Y0u w@ste of sp@ce. #% &%# @ sw@n dive $%&$& building. M@ybe  ##^ @59t @ quirK)
          
          “Don’t worry my dear, I’ll give you your wings. Sign this contract and I will change your quirk, appearance, and personality to become the best possible version of yourself.
          
          (What good is a hero without a quirk??? What good is an angel without wings??)
          
          And when he inked his answer in pen, those compassionate little eyes didn’t seem so compassionate anymore.
          
          “Foolish boy those are not wings, they are chains,” Monokuma laughed in delight.