Chapter : 7 Maybe..just maybe

Its April..You can smell the sweet scent of flowers and taste the Springtime air..

Its Spring

A time where Sakura petals bloosom and made this dark world with evil and villain just a bit brighter..

It brightens up the gloomy streets and calm the busy city...

Its fallen petals decorated the ground and the road, lighting it up with ethereal pink glow...

People were smiling walking down that beautiful road. For the road which leads to their never ending work was not so bad this time around.

And with the cherry blossom, love blosom too. Love was exchanged, young couple basked in their youth and declared their love for each other.

And the older people and couple reminisced about the past memories. Regret, Joy..the pink glow reminded them of the sad and happy momeries. Eyes full of Nostalgia amd Contentment.

[The petals were falling at 5 centimetre per second..

People lie in April..

And some wanted to eat other's pancrese.]

The gentle breeze of Spring blew softly. Its wind blew away sorrow and anxiety. Its wind blew and reawaken passions, dreams, wish and hope..

For a fleeting moment, for an everlasting instant, for a short time in forever...It was peaceful..

The world doesn't seem so bad..Living doesn't seem so painful..and life appears to be worth living..

Different people. Some normal, some with horns, different skin colour etc were walking around with a smile hanging on their face.

"STOP PULLING ME OLD LADY!!" A boy about the age of 5 with ash blonde hair and bright red eyes was growling..

"Stop dragging your feet and walk properly!! AND DON'T CALL ME THAT IN PUBLIC!?!" a woman with similar features as the boy yelled back and continued pulling the boy..

Everything was calm and serene..except these two of course...

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I looked around the city and the people. It brought the term 'diversity of people' to a whole different level.

Some with blue skin, some with horns, wings, and even three boobs.

The city was busy but weirdly calm. Vehicles were not too many compared to other times as people chose to walk..enjoying the Spring time

The sound of people and vehicle was rhythmical..

Tall bulidings, beautiful structures and pretty fountains..It was food for the eyes..Peace for the soul.. gold for the nose and melody for the ears...

And people with weird costumes... Cosplayers?

No, those are heroes patrolling..

And amongst those people..Here I am in all my glory, walking towards the place called "school"..

It was nice..the walk i mean..not going to school

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And here I am..'Masegaki Primary School'...one of the most popular elementary school here in Musutafu...

It was quite large and there was a high wall around the school with guards here and there..

There has been several occasions where villains take school kids as hostages to demand money from the parents or the government so the defence is quite good and there are alway heros nearby too...

There are also many parents and kids..Some are crying and begging their mother not to leave..

'Those are gonn be my peers..' color me UN-impressed

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"Here you are..make sure to be a good boy okay Katsuki." My mother said in an unusual gentle tone..

Yeah..Its my first day of a real school afterall, not preschool..It must be emotional for her I guess..

"Yeah...I'll try mom" My mother gave me a smile that could melt ice. She bent down and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sure you will be Katsuki." her eyes bloomed with motherly love. Her eyes revealed her love for me.

Hah

With such loving eyes and gentle smile, the soothing wind, the cloudless blue sky, the serene sunlight and the sakura trees..All these things painted a picture so beautiful that my eyes froze..

"I love you" Yeah, thats right..I really love this woman..My mother..my miracle.

"Love you too..".

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I walk through the corridors and searched for my class..Most kids are guided by their own parents but I told my mom I would be fine..

Finally arriving in my class I looked inside and see several kids the same age as me..Some were still crying.

I took a seat in the furthest one and sat there silenty while watching the other kids wail and stuff..

Finally after 10 minutes of waiting a teacher came inside..

It was a kind looking lady with with brown hair and around mid 20's of age...

" Quiet down kids..quiet down, My name is Ayan-" And I can't care enough to listen anymore.

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(Unknown-POV)

No man is created equal...No one is born equal..

Thats the hard truth I have learned not too long ago..

The strongs can hurt the weak..And the weak can do nothing but pray and call out for help.

They seek someone to save them..They cry out for help..

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Heroes...

Those were the people who heed their call and help those in need..The ones who ansered their prayers...They fight off evildoers and save the innocents..

I wanted to be like that..I wanted to be just like 'him'..

A hero who can save people with a smile no matter what problems they face..

A hero who can fight off all the odds and defeat evil..A hero who, no matter what disaster he faced, can have a reassuring smile and say "Fear not for, I am here"

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But that dream was crushed after I am told that I would never have a quirk..I can't be like 'him'

But I still held on a tiny glimmer of hope..'I can still be a hero even without a quirk, right?' but that hope was also vanquished when I look around..

No one believed that...You can't become a hero without a quirk..The weak cannot protect the weak..

Even my mother could do nothing but apologise..

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Now..all thats left are wrecks of a dissolving dream..A wish the stars will never grant..Hope drowning in despair..

Truth hurts more than a lie..The cold truth that I could never be a hero completely crushed me..

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But..

But when I see someone in need of help..Someone crying out for a hero, I can't control myself..

My body moved on its own..following my heart and not my cowered mind...

I can't just watch and do nothing when I see someone in need..

Its more than just wanting to be a hero..No it goes deeper than that..

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My lips moved even before I thought of the words.."You already made him cry...stop it..I won't let you" I put my hands up and took a stance..Ready to fight..

But my fear was evident in my voice..I was already fighting the tears of helplessness and fear..

"Oh..if it isn't Midorya the quirkless wonder." the boy who is older than me said with ridicule laced in his voice.

"Is our quirkless pet trying to be a hero again?" Another boy with wing in his back.

"Haha..You can never be a hero quirkless boy" another one with long fingers..

Three of them with. One unknown quirk, another is wings and the other seems to be elongating fingers..

The one with wings is capable of flight so if I could grab and stop him..The boy may be able to run..

I looked back at the crying boy and shouted "Run...Run!!! I will slow them down!!" He got up and ran while crying, holding his injured arm..

"Hey who said that you can leave" the one with wings flap its wings and tried following the kid but I rushed towards him as fast as I could and caught him..

"Let go you weirdo!!" he hit me, trying to get me off but I held on tight..

"HEY!! Let go of him!!" the older boy yelled with anger and rushed towards me.

He tried to pull me off but I persists..

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when the kid was far away I let go and coverd myself and waited for the beating to come..

And it came...It came with a lot of pain..

"You think you could play hero when you are this weak!?" said the older boy as he punched my face. One hand on my collar while the other beat me up.

The other two kids watch and snickered from not too far away.

"YOU WILL NEVER BE A HERO NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO!!" I know that..I know that already..

Tears filled my eyes and broke out like a dam in dire need of repair..

Tears of pain, of despair, helplessness and more..

My heart gave in..it yield and submit to the dark reality..

'I am pathetic..' and each hit reminded me of that...

"HEY!!!" a yell from a distance echoed. The voice barely contained the anger it carried..

The older boy looked towards the source and his face morphed to fear.."Its!! Bakugo!!!" the other two jumped from their place and run..

The older boy also run..leaving me on the ground..

Haa..."Who?" I voiced out weakly and looked towards the new boy running towards me..

"I WILL KILL YOU WHEN I SEE YOU AGAIN YOU HEAR ME!! EXTRAS!!" he shouted again when he reached me..

Bakugo..the strongest kid in school..he has an amazing quirk..he is smart, brave and strong..all the things I am not..

"You okay extra?" he crouched down and looked me in the eye..

His bright red eyes bore on mine and I flinched.."Yeah.." I said weakly..

"No your not.." he huffed and pulled me up..

I weakly stood up and he took me near a shade to rest..There was no blood but some bruises were present on my face..

He sat there with me for a while before asking me again.."Are you okay?"

"I said I'm fine." I replied again with shaky voice

He looked me in my eyes and wiped away the tears that were beginning to form again..

"Really?" he said gently which was rare..I never heard him speak like that in class..

And under his unusually tender tone I broke down..All the pain inside me transformed into tears and leave my body and my heart felt like lead in my chest..

I cried like that for a while but I rgained my bearings and replied with a little strength.."No....But I'm fine with not being okay.."..

He stared at me a little while before he stood up and began leaving..but he stop after a few steps and glaced at me..

" That was really cool..what you did back there. If such a thing as 'hero' really exist.." then he fully turned back and pointed at me

"It would be you." he said before leaving..

As I watch him leave his words reverberate inside my head..

'It would be you'..'It would be you'..it echoed in my soul

Then, for the final time of the day tears leave my eyes again..but this time it was tears of happiness, hope, recognition and pride.

I did not know I needed to hear that in my life but those short sentences brought hope in my heart and joys no mind can measure..

It made me remember my dream which I thought I could never see..

'If someone like Bakugo said that...' he who is so strong and brave..

'Maybe...just maybe..'

'I too..can become a hero..'

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