It was a short, yet lonely walk home alone from the station. Uraraka had texted me that their classes would run long today, so I should just go home without them.

I was all alone with my thoughts. I was holding my notebook in my hands, ready to throw it out into the nearest trash pile on the sidewalk, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It had become a part of me that was inseparable. It was stupid.

"I'm home." I announced halfheartedly as I entered me and my mom's apartment.

My mom came around the corner with a wide smile. "Did you have a good day at school, sweetie?"

I smiles and lied saying that it was just another day. I slipped off my shoes and gave my mom a hug. She really thought I was okay. Half of me wanted her to see through all the lies I told and tell me everything would be fine. Lying to my mom made me feel sick.

We ate supper while she told me how her day went. She asked about mine and I said that it went great. She made sure that I was doing okay, mentally that is. Ever since my imprisonment, mom had been watching my every movement, just in case I would break down from the memories and trauma I went through. That usually happened at 3:00 in the morning after a nightmare. The first few nights, I had women her up with my screaming, so I trained myself to stop it. I didn't want to bother her more than I was already. I knew that it was unfair to lie to her, but I didn't want to see her so worried about me anymore.

That night, like any other night, I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, almost as if my throat was being blocked. I sobbed silently into my blankets and slowly began to calm myself down. The nightmares, which I thought would get better with time, were getting worse and more vivid. I could almost feel my bones shattering and the alcohol being poured onto my torn and bloodied skin.

After half an hour, I finally calmed myself down. I just want all of this to go away. I wanted to be a hero. I didn't want to paralyze my arms...

My arms...they would never be the same again. Even though the doctor had an amazing quirk, the constant breaking of my bones have left them scarred and crooked. I knew people looked at the weirdly when they thought I wasn't paying attention. They whispered how I must be suicidal behind my back when they think I can't hear them. I just wanted to be a hero...why was I given such false hope from All Might? If it wasn't for All Might...

I smacked myself. None of this was All Mights fault. This was mine. If I had been stronger...if I had gotten a hold of my powers sooner...if I had what it took to be a real hero...I wouldn't have been captured.

It was so simple. I wasn't meant to be a hero. What a stupid lie I was living. It was all just a fantasy from the beginning. There was no way a little, quirkless, loser could ever be a hero like All Might. Kacchan was right. EVERYONE was right!

I, Midoriya Izuku, would never ever be a hero.

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Sorry for the short chapter, but it was well overdue for an update, so here y'all are

I am still trying here, but Writer's Block is really annoying