'It was not suppose to go this way' he thinks as his hands tremble. Midoriya Izuku's eyes are wide as he rereads your letter. He reads and reads again until the letters start to blur. He wants to cry, but his eyes are already dry. He's shed too many tears that it seems like he doesn't have any more.
Why didn't he notice? Wasn't he your best friend? How had he not known that his best friend was the U.A. traitor?
《None of this is your fault, Izuku. This was my destiny from the moment I was born. This was our destiny from the moment we met.》
He's a hero, someone blessed with One For All. He's meant to save people! So, why is it that he couldn't save you? Why couldn't he prevent the heartache that he was currently experiencing?
Izuku's shoulders started to shake again as his legs finally give out from under him. His knees clash with the floor of his dorm and your letter falls from his hands. The room suddenly seems like it's closing in as his hands come up to grip his hair.
"Deku-kun!" Uraraka Ochako's voice calls out to him as her hands grip his shoulders. Her face comes into view, and he sees her cheeks are slightly flushed. Her kind, brown eyes meet his, and he notices they're red.
There's a rustling coming from side and his eyes dart to his right shoulder. There, crushed between his shoulder and Ochako's hand, is a piece of paper. He doesn't have to ask if it's from you because your handwriting is clear.
He wants to read the paper. Izuku hopes that Ochako's letter gives him more answers than his own. The answers to his questions– an explanation for your betrayal.
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Synopsis:
Class 1-A found (Y/N) intriguing. Observant, calculating and cunning, she had a rare quirk that was paired with combat experience that seemingly exceeded her years - she had potential, that was for sure.
Though the girl was reserved, rarely bothering to interact much unless spoken to, she could get quite vocal and passionate about her stance on superhuman society. An enigma was what she was, and her peers wanted nothing more than to know just who she was on a deeper level. There just had to be more to her than the hardened surface she portrayed.
But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, didn't it? Perhaps her classmates shouldn't dig so deeply, should they want to avoid unveiling information they might be unable to stomach.
Summary: You show up during the villain attack at the summer camp and Hanta doesn’t know what to do. He wants to bring you back to the right side, but is there even a chance?
Warning: Angst
Word count: About 1k
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Hanta stared. Just stared. How could he do anything else. They’d been gone for two weeks. They left him to worry for two weeks and now they were standing in the doorway with what his teacher proved was a clone of a villain. A villain! How could they do this. If they weren’t thinking of anyone else, why didn’t they think of him?
“(Y/N)…” He could barely get their name out. Were they also just a copy? One swift kick to their head from Aizawa proved that they were. The teacher was quick to stomp the copy into sludge like the first.
“Sero!” Denki pointed at his shoulder and Hanta just sighed. He knew what was there. The black goop-like substance that was part of (Y/N)’s Quirk. A Quirk that made them seem like a monster. Maybe he could blame it. It was so much easier than trying to come to terms with the idea of them making this decision themselves.
The Quirk tapped Hanta’s cheek to get his attention and then pointed towards the door. Hanta looked that way as well. Maybe he could try and get (Y/N) to come back. Maybe he could show them what the right side was. It had to be worth a shot, right?
“No,” Aizawa said. “Sero, I know what you’re thinking, but there’s no point.” Hanta took a step forward anyway and Aizawa blocked the doorway. Hanta’s cheek was once again patted for attention and the Quirk pointed towards the window. In one quick motion, the Quirk attached to the window and shattered it so Hanta could launch himself through unharmed. He used his tape to pull himself towards the trees and used the Quirk like a compass. He swung through the forest until the goop went limp on his shoulder.
“(Y/N), what are you thinking?” Hanta asked as he dropped down. “How could you do this?” The Quirk around (Y/N) and on Hanta’s shoulder melted to show the villain. Their clean, white button up shirt and black dress pants slightly wrinkled from what little fighting they had to do to get to this point.
“How could I not?” they replied as their Quirk climbed up their leg to sink into their back where it belonged. “This is where I’m meant to be.”
“I defended you!” Hanta exclaimed. Every time his best friend came to him crying because of a bully, he dealt with it. He told everyone how they’d be the strongest hero Japan has ever seen. When they went on their first date just before U.A., he blocked them from everyone’s burning stares. When the class discovered their Quirk was more uncontrollable and reckless than Tokoyami’s, he stood with them so they wouldn’t feel as alone.
“I never asked you to do that.”
“I love you!” (Y/N) knew. It was there in every act. Little letters left on their desk. New nicknames saved just for them and only for him to use. Showing up at no matter what time when things got overwhelming just to remind them to take a break. Always blocking them from the world outside when it became too much. He loved them and they knew this.
“I never asked you to do that either.”
“Neither did I!” Hanta cried. “Think about the future, (Y/N). Everyone would love you as a hero.”
“That’s just it!” they exclaimed. “Everyone would love me and you and all the other heroes, but they won’t actually like us. They are in love with the idea of having someone there to save them, but they don’t actually care about us and they never will.”
“But-”
“There are heroes that deserve to be appreciated and ones that don’t,” (Y/N) continued. “Everyone looks up to the ones that don’t. It’s like we’re drawn to them.”
“You could be a hero,” Hanta tried.
“I could,” (Y/N) agreed, “but no one would believe in me. I was born to be a villain and you know that.”
“No you weren’t!” (Y/N) tilted their head at Hanta’s shout. “If I thought you were meant to be a villain, I wouldn’t have done what I did.” Hanta walked up to them and they just raised an eyebrow.
“It’s okay to be wrong. You know that, right?” Hanta’s face showed every thought. He was sad and shocked. Betrayed and afraid. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he was scared of the person in front of him.
“I do,” he replied, “but do you?” (Y/N) tilted their head to the side. “You’re so certain that you have no other purpose but I know that you are meant to be so much more than this.” Hanta took cautious steps forward. “This isn’t the person I fell in love with.” Hanta cupped their face with both hands. “Where are they?”
“I wish I could tell you,” they whispered. They lightly pressed their lips against Hanta’s and they were slow to pull away. “You are so loyal, so good.” Hanta put his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “I don’t deserve you. I wish I did, but I don’t.”
“(Y/N)…”
“I’m sorry, Hanta.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry you wasted so much time on me. I wish I could be what you need.”
“You are,” he muttered. (Y/N) took a step back and Hanta reached out for them.
“I’m not,” they said. “I’m sorry, but I’m not.” They slowly walked deeper into the forest as their Quirk melted down their back and onto the ground before wrapping around them, blocking (Y/N) from sight and helping them blend into the shadows.
“I can save you!” Hanta yelled. (Y/N) walked back into his line of sight. “I-I’ll help you. I can do it, I promise.”
“Of course you think that,” (Y/N) replied. “You’re a hero with a childish vision. You think you can save everyone but you can’t. I’m one of the people you can’t.” Hanta shook his head.
“You’re wrong,” he argued. “I already promised so now I have to.”
“You’re too stubborn for your own good,” (Y/N) mumbled.
”Wait!” Hanta called when they turned and walked away again, this time for good.
Todoroki Shoto is the love of your life. Because he is the love of your life, you choose not to leave him a letter. Instead, you leave him with a single photo with something written on the back.
Shoto wasn't sure why he told you about his family in the beginning. He told Midoriya Izuku because he was a hurdle the Shoto needed to get over. However, you were not. Shoto never regarded you as someone who he needed to beat. No, he wanted to be seen by you. To be the person on the receiving end of your kind gaze.
Everywhere you went, you excreted an aura of sympathy, of warmth. Shoto wanted to feel your warmth. For you to tell him his anger was justified and that everything would be ok.
And when he told you about his family and turmoil, you gave him a warm smile and tightly held his hand. At that moment, Shoto felt like he was five again. He felt small and protected. Your kindness and light reminded him of the mother he was robbed of.
When you finally let go of his hand, you tell him that he's allowed to be mad. His anger, in your words, is a sign of how kind and caring, he is. Shoto never thought he was a kind person, but if you thought he was, then he had to be. He wanted to be kind for the rest of his life, and he wanted you by his side to experience it.
Your relationship with him changed from that moment, Shoto began courting you. Although it was confusing initially, he got the hang of it and learned all he could about you. He knew your likes and dislikes, favorite meals, music preferences, and which flowers you enjoyed.
The one thing he never was able to learn about is your family. You never mentioned your parents or your siblings. Shoto does remember you very reluctantly you telling him that your father was a businessman who worked overseas, and for most of your childhood, you spent it with your dedicated, older brother and polite nanny. When he asked for more, you shut him down and changed the topic to something else. After that, he never asked about your family again.
'Dedicated, older brother' Shoto thinks as he stares at the photo of a smaller, younger you with your arms wrapped around an also younger, smaller Shigaraki Tomura. You sport a broad smile, and Tomura looks fed up with you. In the corner are small, barely noticeable whisps of black fog. Behind the two of you, is a tall man dressed in a suit. His face is cut off, but Shoto doesn't need to see it to know that All for One stands behind you.
《my family》
Shoto wishes he never asked about your family. In fact, a small part of him wishes he never met you.
Red is all Bakugo Katsuki sees. His anger is all-consuming. His entire body feels like it's on fire. Strangely enough, he doesn't move from his seated position on his bed. His vermillion eyes stare straight ahead, almost like you're about to phase through it and tell him this all a sick joke.
You'll laugh that ugly and high-pitched laugh of yours as you double over and clutch your stomach. You'll make a grand spectacle of his reaction like you always do. This time he won't bark out insults at you. He'll wrap his arms around you and keep you as close as he can. Quietly, he'll whisper how glad he is that this is all a joke.
But, that doesn't happen. Of course it doesn't. You're not here in the U.A. dorms. You're off somewhere with the League of Villains. You're gone.
Unlike Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki noticed how you changed after the Camino incident. How your eyes seemed to glued to the screen as All Might fought against All for One. But, your eyes weren't watching All Might, they were watching the villain. Back then, he thought that maybe you were watching in fear. But now, he realizes that it wasn't fear in your eyes. It was despair. Despair from the realization that your master, your savior, was going to be defeated by All Might.
When all the students were finally situated in the dorms, you became distant. You didn't shut everyone out– no, you weren't the obvious. But, you started putting a polite distance between yourself and everyone. Your smiles and expressions became... forced. Your eyes had lost a certain light to them.
《I could never say this to you in person, because it's gross, but I always enjoyed spending time with you the most out of everyone. You radiated a light that no one else could mimic, and I selfishly wanted to absorb all of it.》
Katsuki's angry. Angrier than he's ever been before. His hands tightly form into fists, and his eyes trail down to the crumpled piece of paper in his hands. How dare you make him care about you when you knew all along that you'd betray the heroes.
Uraraka Ochako was admittedly jealous of you when you first met. You had an incredibly powerful quirk, supreme intelligence, a seeming gift for combat, and a cheery personality. When she found herself developing feelings for Midoriya Izuku, she was jealous of your close friendship with the boy. Izuku seemed obsessed with showing you how great of a hero he'll become.
She doesn't how you found out about her feelings, but you did. Upon your discovery, you approached her, and to her surprise, asked whether she'll accept your help to get Izuku to like her back. With a bright smile and somewhat teasing eyes, you stuck your hand out to her and asked her to be your friend.
Slowly, she took your hand and agreed. That was the best and worst mistake of her life. The more time you spent together, the more her jealousy weakened. Love started to grow in her chest as she cherished the moments she shared with you. You became her best friend, her soulmate, her sister.
That's why it absolutely shattered her when she noticed the letter neatly placed on her desk. A sense of dread filled her as she approached her desk. With a heavy chest, she opened the letter and her heart broke as she read each word.
《I loved every moment we laughed together. It made me feel like a normal girl that wasn't living a lie. Ochako, please take care of Izuku. Your love for him is pure and limitless that it'll heal the damage I'll cause to him.》
Ochako couldn't read the remaining paragraphs as she rushed out of her dorm and towards Izuku's. Frantically knocking, she twisted the doorknob and ran towards Izuku's hunched-over figure. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she begged him to look at her.
She needed him to look at her. Izuku might be the last thing connecting her to you. As Izuku's eyes met hers, tears once again began to fill her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't in love with Izuku. Maybe her heart had started to belong to you.
A better teacher does not exist. Aizawa Shouta is the greatest teacher to have ever walked this planet. That is a fact that you're sure of. No one is as loyal as he is to his students. Well, maybe you, considering you betrayed all the friends you made at U.A. for the family that you grew up with. But, that's beside the point.
Shouta's letter causes you pure agony. Your heart seems to be ripped out of your chest as you confess all your sins. Your agony is as clear as day Shouta thinks as he reads your letter. Some sentences are darker than others, probably from the excessive force you used to write them. The small splotches that are scattered throughout the paper make the letter hard to read. '(y/n) was crying' Shouta realizes.
And, he's right. Tears dripped down your cheeks and onto the paper, as you apologize over and over to Shouta.
《I wanted nothing more than to become the hero that you envisioned for me, Aizawa-sensei. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I wanted to become something you were proud of. Someone you could call your student because you are the greatest mentor. Not even my master holds a candle to you.》
There's a faint ring in Shouta's ear. A heavy sigh escapes his lips as his gaze drops to the floor. His prosthetic leg comes into view and something squeezes in his heart. He thinks back to the moment you visited him in the hospital. How your eyes were wide with grief and worry. Your fists trembled along with your body, and when finally alone with him. You flung yourself onto him and cried.
Your hands gripped his shirt and your cries were muffled. At the time, he concluded you were worried for your teacher, your favorite one. Now, much like everyone else, he realizes that your tears were not out of grief but of regret and guilt.
You're an outstanding student. You weren't like Bakugo Katsuki or Midoriya Izuku, the problem children. No, you were responsible and level-headed, always thinking out your next move. Perhaps, he should have paid more attention to you.
