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Izuku Midoriya

This is my one and only wish . . .

A small figure sat on the floor hunched over a notebook, bleeding fingers dragging across the pages to fill them up with words. Frantic, messy movements. Tears dribble down his face, but he ignores them in favor of this crucial task, allowing them to drip off his chin and mix in with the red. Made it smoother to write with.

Please . . . Don't give up . . .

He has to write it down—

No matter how difficult it is . . .

He has to let him know—

No matter how painful it gets . . . .

He has to remember—

No matter how pointless it seems . . .

He has to he has to hastohasto𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬—

What's waiting for you . . . isn't just sorrow.

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢-

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This is the story of a boy called Izuku Midoriya, and of the time before he had emotions.
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The me before that day was probably dead—

Thunk!

"Woah! He really doesn't cry!"

A group of kids surrounded one with curly green hair, freckled cheeks, and a blank look on his face, marveling at his lack of a reaction to the rock thrown at him. Like vultures, they circled around him, pinching and prodding his body curiously.

"I know right? He doesn't react either, no matter what you do!"

"Is he a robot or something? He's so weird!"

"Hey, let's try something else on him!"

He says nothing when they drag him off to the nearest pond.

He says nothing when they push him off the bridge.

He says nothing when he sinks below the surface.

He says nothing when the paramedics arrive.

He says nothing when his mother screams his name.

He says nothing when he finally closes his eyes.

He says... absolutely nothing.

Aren't I dead?

Swish . . .

"Hey you."

His vision was suddenly filled with light, blanket yanked off his face as his master's familiar gaunt face peered down at him. "You've got some nerve to be waking up later than your teacher-"

He used a toe to tap his student's freckled cheek. "...Deku."

Izuku blinked slowly, not bothered in the slightest by the foot on his face. " . . . Sensei..."

" . . . Am I . . . Alive?"

"Don't be ridiculous." The blond scoffed as he folded up the blanket before putting it away. "You should know the answer to that. Besides, what kept you in bed so late? It's not like you."