"Class, what can you tell me about Deku?"

A girl raised her hand slowly.

"Yes, ეḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞яi̵͓͙̱͚̎͟$პ?"

The girl smiled slightly.

"The ancient God, Deku, has been a myth for millions of years. He is a god of strength and good luck, with traces of him all the way back before quirks emerged. It's said that whenever you are in need of help, he will be there to help." The girl explained.

"Good job! Now..." the teacher droned on.

An ashy blond waited outside the door, his hair dipped grey and wrinkles doing nothing to disguise how handsome he was. He'd done it.

After years of relentless training, UA high school, college, his entire hero career.

He'd finally done it.

Deku was a legend.

As he should be.

Izuku Midoryia is a hero.

He deserves to be the symbol of peace, the number 1 hero, forever engraved in the history books you read.

He didn't deserve what reality handed him.

A bastard of a best friend.

A boy who bullied his first supporter until Izuku Midoryia was found dead next to their school.

They ruled it a suicide.

But he knew what it really was.

Maybe he could finally rest easy, knowing that Deku would go down in history. That kids would admire him and pray to him. That society would deem him a magnificent hero.

No.

There was still work to be done.

"Now, please welcome your retired number 1 hero, Katsuki Bakugo! Also known as G̛͔͇̞̹̈̀͘͘͟яę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊аt̴͕͖͓̀ Ꮛ𐒎p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀гØ$i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ѳп M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟цⲄᎴ𐒢я: Д𐒍ᏁᏗ𐒄i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟Ꮆ𐒅Ꮦ!"

Deku would be a god amongst these extras.

As he deserved.

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Did someone order a, uh, angsty espresso depresso?

No?

Alright, I'll just drink it myself then.

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