You never meant it to end like this.. Really. You never meant to be your closest friends' doom. Or the doom of the entire hero community at that.
It all started in middle school. You were never very significant to the other students. It wasn't like you weren't friends with them. You just weren't best friends. Compared to your peers, you were just about average. Your grades, your looks, your strength, your skills, your ambitions... and your quirk. It was a simple one, allowing you to summon small objects. It wasn't very useful, but there were a few instances that it came in handy.
Ever since you were a child, your only goal was to become a hero and save as many people as you could. But considering your lack of physical strength or exceptional wit, you considered other career paths than a professional hero. Like a firefighter, or a police officer. And if you weren't able to gain the strength necessary for that, you could become a therapist or someone else who doesn't rescue people out in the open that often.
But all those plans were canceled once the accident took place. You had no idea just what happened, but it was bad for sure. There was a mental block surrounding this memory, making you unable to recall a single thing from it. All you remembered was the sharp feeling of steel against your neck. It was your hand that held the weapon that took your life.
As soon as the red liquid left your body along with all life that once remained in it, your vision was painted with a blinding, white light. You wondered if this was the afterlife, and if so, what kind of an afterlife this was.
"My my, so much wasted potential," a voice filled the endless white void. It didn't leave your mouth, so you assumed that it wasn't your own.
"It's sad to see all these poor souls leave," they continued, "and I'm not going to let you be one of them." You finally turned towards them, seeing a dark figure extending their arm out to you. Compared to the surrounding void, they were almost as blinding as their surroundings. Just differently.
"Let's make a deal. I'll give you my quirk and in return, you'll deliver some information to some people. Sounds good?" Their voice was so sweet, it would have been impossible to decline their offer. Your hand was already grasping for theirs when they stopped talking. As soon as it grabbed the other hand, a cold feeling spread through your body.
"Good."
The last thing you saw before the darkness from them spread through the entire room was their head, tilted to the side, a sinister smirk on their lips. It was all so familiar, but you had no idea why.
Cold sweat covered the back of your pajamas when you shot awake. Your heart was racing, but it only confirmed that, unlike the last time you were in your living quarters, you were alive.
Sometime later, you were walking home from the U.A entrance exams. The sky was all gloomy, maybe as a response to your mood. There was no way that you passed, at all. You might be alive, but you didn't receive the quirk you were promised. You also didn't pass on any information, since you had no idea what intel was meant for whom.
The music in your headphones blocked out all the outside noise. Even the sound of a car headed for you, as loud as it was. You were able to see this car at the very last moment, already unable to react. It was a truck full of villains who couldn't care less about a teenager in their way.
The music slowed down so much that it stopped, as your life flashed before your eyes for the second time. This time, your attention lingered on the memory of the morning you woke up from your weird vision.
You saw white once more, before waking up in your bed. Your back felt cold, and your calendar very clearly said that it was the same morning as the one after your vision.
After staring at the wall for a good amount of time, it was clear to you what the stranger's quirk was. Whenever you'd die, you would come back to the last time you thought of.
Thanks to these opportunities, you managed to think of a plan on how to get into U.A and become the number one hero of Japan. Well, so far, you've only managed to get into the hero school. Class 1-A to be exact.
In there, you've made many friends. They were all such good people, even though they had their lows.
As you told the stranger back then, you told any information about your school to someone. It wasn't your choice to do so. You never had control over it, you just remembered that it happened.
As time went on and the number of incidents around your class rose, you began to have suspicions about who you were passing on intel to. Many nights, you couldn't sleep because of the guilt eating you up.
You knew that there was no going back, simply because the number of times you died and came back became so high you couldn't keep count anymore. And though your thoughts were quite mean, it was nothing compared to the look on your friends' faces when you stood beside All For One.
And although you did your best to help the heroes, you were a villain. You were standing next to the league of villains as you observed your classmates, friends, teachers, and idols from above.
All of them showed a mix of different emotions. Some were more angered, others were sadder. Some were purely shocked, too afraid to admit the truth to themselves.
"Why, why....? I thought that (Y/n) was a hero... they said so..."
"This... no, it can't be.."
"Oh... I see... they didn't like us after all..."
You could basically hear all of them, even though everyone was silent. The facade you've been putting up for the past thousand or more lives was now cracking up, big time.
All the memories you had with these people flooded your mind, overwhelming you.
The time that you all studied for a test. That one time you had a big sleepover. That time you hung out until the morning on a Monday. The time that they gave you their lunch when you didn't have one.
Was it all fake? We're you pretending all the time? We're you truly a terrible traitor deep down?
You felt like screaming, like crying, but mostly like going back in time. But you didn't do either of those things. Instead, you just stared at your friends, your past, and the world that was now on fire.
You did, however, give them a weak smile. A nearly invisible one. The one you wore back when you didn't have this second quirk. And the one you wore around the people you love the most.
You opened your mouth, speaking to your friends one last time, before walking off with the rest of the league, cursed to be with the opposite side than you were rooting for, for all eternity.
"Thank you."
