A young boy,

In an old world.

So tired of seeing,

The same old things he once knew.

He heard the sound,

Of the man in black.

He was singing,

Such a pitiful melody he had hummed.

It was the song of his life,

Every dream, memory, and spark.

But like his life,

It took a turn for the worst.

The man in black,

Held his hand out.

The boy gave a sad grin,

Before letting him get taken away.

The boy wasn't sad,

In fact he was never happier.

He finally got away,

From the ones he once swore to protect.

Even if it sounded,

Too good to be true.

He was so desperate,

To hear, "I love you."

It didn't matter who,

It didn't matter when.

He'd never felt love,

Not until this hug.

The man tightened his grip, 

The boy hugging back.

Finally after all these years,

His world faded. . .

To black.

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While writing this, I had Bakugou in mind. Not sure why, but, just letting you know.