A week later, Kacchan came to spend a night in my room.
Doctors and supervisors came in to check if I was doing anything weird and gave me anti-depressants.
I just smiled at him as we watched TV.
"You know that I never hated you, I-I j-just hated myself. But you gave me this implantation to let me speak, y-you gave me strength, you spared me. This is h-honestly...odd." I say. My stutter was getting better, speech therapy was helping a lot.
"Yeah, and sorry for being a dick to you when we were younger. I just...I did it because I didn't understand." He said. I looked at him confusingly.
"You were so weak. But you were so weak because you had no quirk, you had a weak body, but you kept fighting. And I hated it. How could someone so weak be trying so hard? But now I why, because you aren't weak. You're strong, and that's what I failed to understand." He said.
"I failed to understand that things that seem fragile and weak are the greatest asset." He said. I looked at him and then looked at my hands, curled up in my beds colorful blanket.
"B-But... I'm not. I'm not strong at all, y-you're just flattering me." I say.
"Not at all! I appreciate you so much." He said. "And also, I have a request for you.."
"Aha! S-So there is a catch!" I said to him jokingly. He snorted and continued.
"Do you...Do you want to come back to class?" He asked.
I froze. Class?
Where I'm to be ridiculed, despised and hated by everyone who originally liked me until they found out I was a two-faced asshole who deceived them into thinking I was good?
I rambled inside my head.
"I-I...I don't know. Will the others be f-fine with me there?" I asked.
"They helped pay for the device that helps you speak now. They'll be happy to have you back." Kacchan said. I smiled at him to reassure him that I would be fine.
But I wasn't. In fact, I was terrified. What would the others think of me? What would my education be like?
I'm scared of the possibilities that could occur.
I'm scared, so scared.
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The next morning Kacchan left early in the morning and went to school.
I had my TV to keep me company, and they also had video games.
They gave me a 3DS, Switch, PS4, and an Xbox One X.
I wondered why they spent so much money on me when I obviously wasn't worth it.
I could requests foods, and some of the people in the facility found me "cute" because of my kid taste buds.
Hey, if I like chicken nuggets and soup don't judge me. It tastes great.
But, I was lonely. Sure, the conditions are better, but people rarely visit.
Even my own mom or that's what I thought.
"You have a visitor." A woman said and opened the door for the guest. I was shocked that someone would come over.
It was my mother.
"I-Izuku!" She bawled and hugged me. She looked tired, but she had a sparkle in her eye when she looked at me.
I was happy, she didn't forget about me.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I knew there was something wrong! I knew that something was troubling my baby, but I only thought about it because maybe you grew out of your hero stage, or because you had an argument with your friends!
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But I Couldn't |BNHA/MHA|BakuDeku|Villain(?)/Mute AU| (Book 2)
FanfictionSequel to My Realization. You should read it before you read this one! ......... Warning: This book contains suicidal thoughts, depression, gore, profanity, and more. If you are sensitive to any of these subjects, please do not read. ......... Book...