11 Dec 2019
"For one's beauty, one must pay the price."
Izuku Midoriya. The name everyone knew. It was hard not to, as the kid stuck out like a sore thumb.
The way his curly hair was a silky mix of green, emerald, seafoam, and black.
How his heart-shaped face was painted with freckles, cheeks a rosy pink on milky white skin.
How his eyes glimmered, swirling of Harlequin, mint, and pine with gold flakes of which memorizes whoever they land on.
"So with my blood, your blood, is cursed"
10 Jul 2019
He knows their lying. They may lack the slight pause or little ticks you can find to tell, but he knows. Afterall why would anyone want to help him?
Izuku was a tool for their experiments. Needed for his quirk. Wanted for their sick games. So when he saw a chance to escape everything. He took it.
Now with secrets hidden in plain view, lies to be uncovered, and a package of family and friends, Izuku struggles with his feelings and once forgotten dream to be a hero. But can a villain like him ever become a hero? Will anyone accept him as he is, or will he break and fall apart before anyone can reach him?