“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“ i’m the one with the quirk, remember? oh no, that’s right. you were given one after i died, weren’t you? by the same “hero” who told me i was worth nothing, the bastard who told you the same and then had you offer up your life to him. who’re you putting up on your pedestal next, izuku? how long until you realize how easy they are to knock down? when are you finally going to give up! ”
spitfire sears off his tongue, the shadow cast over his face highlights the glow of overflowing tears. all the good left inside of hisaki had leaked out into the cold reality of daytime. whatever benevolence once thrived had been muddled down into cowardice. he’s not particularly talented at antagonism, and yet it’s oh so easy to bite the head off of his own brother. memories of children pretending to be heroes couldn’t reconcile the rift between them now. whether it be some tragic misunderstanding or fate for them to foil each other — bitterness festers like ivy, poisoning the roots until the tree collapses.
“ why … why weren’t we enough for you? ” his voice quivers as he casts his gaze aside. izuku could have been anything he wanted except the one thing he dreamed of. he resented izuku, albeit reluctantly at first, for always looking towards the horizon instead of by his side. dreams so large that he wished so horribly to rip them from the sky and whittle them down to dust. because at the end of the day, when the light dies out and there’s nothing left but stray thoughts meant for capturing, it wasn’t enough for him. it was never enough for him. hisaki, mom, their life together, it would never be enough for izuku midoriya.