..No one understands but you.
"...so,izuku...can I still catch up to you?"
And I would find myself uttering words that I would never dare to utter, but death is a lovely thing cause it teaches you to value the time you have left.
And in that time I fought til the end, I fought in the battle, the enemy....and I fought with myself, the least I could do was be honest to him.
I mean....I always was, I was not being mean to him because I was some sick basterd...if I wasn't the way i was, he would not have given it his all, he admired me and my desire for success ignorant to my arrogance
Despite our differences he knew deep down that I didn't hate him....envy him I did...but never hate. I wouldn't hate him, ever.
At first it always felt like he was trying to be better than me, outshine me, but as I grew I learned that just maybe he wanted to be better but not to beat me in some rivalry way rather to prove to me that he too could be strong. Then only then I realised he already was the better person
Just a little thought got bored, full story or no?













