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The house felt cold. That’s all Hitoshi could feel at the moment. Cold. The empty envelope with the UA emblem on his bed and the device with the hologram that had come from inside it, on the floor.
He didn’t get in.
He failed.
Of course he did. Who was he kidding? Someone like him couldn’t be a hero. He had a villain's quirk, that’s all he would ever amount to be. How could he let himself hope for a dream so far out of his reach.
Someone was laughing.
Oh…It was him.
A broken tune slipping from his lips that slowly turned into body shaking sobs. Tears slipped from his eyes fogging his vision, legs up to his chest as he gripped and pulled on his hair.
He couldn’t be a hero.
He failed and now he won’t get into the hero course. He won’t be able to become a hero and prove everyone wrong. They were right, he couldn’t be a hero.Nomatterhowhardhewouldalwaysbeavillainsoheshouldjust— no.
No.
He still has a chance. The sports festival. He just needs to win the sports festival and they will have to transfer him. Yeah. That’s it, he just needs to win the sports festival….a festival where he will be competing and fighting against kids with more training and powerful quirks than him. No big deal.
Sigh
He needs to start preparing for war.
And if he didn’t win, well…..
let’s just say he’ll never get to finish that song he was writing.