lexgod91
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Tidal Waves Against My Skin Yet I Still Stand On My Feet. by lexgod91
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
22 Aug 2024
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All Might disappeared behind a metal door, leaving Izuku in a deafening silence.
“It is hard being a hero with a quirk, it would be impossible to be one quirkless.”
Izuku had always known that. Deep down, in his mind, he had known. No. No he hadn’t, he was trying to make himself feel better but he had always believed he could become a hero. UA had opened a system where quirkless people could enter the school. He had thought he had hope.
But All Might said he couldn’t. Kacchan said he couldn’t. His whole school said he couldn’t. And his mother, not mattering how much she tried to hide it, did not believe in Izuku either.
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or, Izuku was tired of everything and stopped caring. Revenge settles on his chest and he finds a new goal in his life. One that did not result in broken dreams.
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The End is Near. by lexgod91
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
10 Aug 2024
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“Don't you dare deny it, you little shit, if it weren’t for your pathetic quirk she would-” the man was cut off with a punch to his side, letting Hitoshi free. Hitoshi, who was now trembling on the floor.
Oh my god.
Did he just-
Was it him who punched him?
Shit.
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or, Hitoshi running from his sadistic foster father who has a gun.
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Numbers can't express your value. by lexgod91
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
14 Aug 2023
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This was an unfair world. It was, there was no sugarcoating it, it was outrageously unfair and shitty. Why was it like this? Simple, it had a system. A numeric system for human beings. Every human was born with a number on their wrist. This number represented their beauty on a scale from 1-10. That’s what they said, at least, nobody could assure that it was that way. However, the world worked around that system.
You were above 6? Great! You’ll have a good life.
You were above 8? Well, aren’t you lucky! You’ll live like royalty.
You had a 5? Yeah… Good luck with life.
You were below 5? You should kill yourself, unless you want to put up with a shitty life.
It was tough, but it was what it was.
Sero Hanta was an unlucky person. So was Eijirou Kirishima. They had both been born with numbers below 5.
However, they were both wonderful people with amazing talents. Hanta was born with an amazing voice that the 4 on their wrist did not portray, and Eijirou could create everything he could think of in a piece of blank paper, something that the 3 on his wrist would never tell.
This is their story.
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When Everyone Leaves You, I'll Hold You. by lexgod91
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
12 Aug 2023
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Hizashi just wanted to throw out the trash. Really, it was just that. It was a simple task: get out of the apartment with the bag of trash, throw it in the container, and come back home. Empty handed.
He did the first two steps just well. But now he had a child in his arms. A three year old, in his arms, softly crying. What was he going to do?
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or, Hizashi finds a three year old in the trash and becomes his father :D
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Looking for the Tiny Tangerine Speckles. by lexgod91
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
08 Dec 2021
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It was a hard project for a seven-year-old, especially if it was his first time sewing. But what was childhood if not delusional.
He hadn’t taken his measures, he had directly cut his black hoodie and placed it apart, taking the curtain’s cloth while his favorite song played. Which had been a big mistake, since it left him dancing with a big pair of scissors in his hands.
Oooh oh, oooh oh, I can’t remember to forget you.
Hanta had mouthed, using the dangerous item held by his small, fragile hands as a mic. He danced to the beat of the music, shaking his head along with the lyrics and taking the cloth with his left hand. Hanta hummed the rhythm of the song while he cut the white cloth.
And in the span of a blink, blood was quickly staining the cloth laying in his stinging finger.
or; me projecting onto Sero, i can't affort therapy but fan fiction is free :D