I don’t know why I wrote this??
Izuku watched as his hero, his mentor, the very man who gave him the power to do more with his life, jog away. He couldn’t bring himself to continue chasing after him. All this new information, it was too shocking. Not just that he heard him confess that he almost died all those years ago in that incident. Even then he wanted to continue smiling and protect the people. Not just because when it came to his successor, he was only picked due to timing, and just imagining if he hadn’t been caught up with that sludge villain that his senpai, Togata, would’ve been in his shoes. What would be his life if he had just let All Might do his job that day. If had given up on becoming a hero, just as everyone had told him to.
“Am I worthy?” he almost thought.
Sir, surely thought he wasn’t, but he doesn’t know how wrong he is just yet.
Young Izuku held onto the thought that All Might chose him for a reason. Whatever that may have been.
He never stopped to think about all the lives he has impacted just by having been chosen. Lives that improved because he was there, because he didn’t give up.
There was Todoroki, whom would’ve rejected his left side he inherited from his father. He wouldn’t have reunited with his mother. He wouldn’t have made friends or change the minds of those who think he is just like his father.
Uraraka, whom he saved in the entrance exam. Who was inspired by him and is now aiming to become stronger. To be able to do more than she can already.
Bakugou, who slowly but surely changing, for the better. Who has come to realize that maybe, just maybe, there will be people who are as strong if not stronger than him. Who has come to turns with All Might passing on his torch to Izuku, and he wasn’t at fault for his fall.
Yet all he can do is stand there, watching as All- Toshinori, jogged away. Unable to see the face he had when he told him the truth. Nor the regret nor sadness those memories might have brought him. His figure slowly became smaller until he was no longer in sight.
