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To all the readers reading this, my name is Midoriya Izuku and this is a story of how I became the greatest her- eh I mean greatest retard. To this day I can't distinguish reality from imagination.
I remember waking up from a very deep sleep and rushing out to save the world.
Like, I remember every detail of the vivid dream that I had. Yes, a dream. Dream that quirks existed, and me being as lame as I was, was quirk less and a superhero named All Might who gave me his quirk and then I proceeded on a quest to become the greatest hero. I get admission into a top hero school and my friends Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and my best urm rival Bakugo all help me attain this.
On that day, a full fledged war had taken place between heroes and villain, I wasn't strong enough to defeat the villian in front of me. I was severely injured and was on death bed, I could feel myself disintegrating, when I suddenly got up in a hospital, all injuries healed. I was too restless to sit still. My friends were fighting that villain alone! I activated my quirk, one for all full cowl, and jumped out of my window. And you could guess what happened, I fell face first on the floor.
Yeah, you can laugh at me all you want! I mean everyone does, it doesn't bother me much anymore. According to my parents, six months ago I met with an accident that involved me falling from 5 storey building. My head was majorly injured which left me in coma until that day.
The doctor explained to me calmly that due to the injury, my dreams and reality were mixed up. In short, I was delusional and should try my best to take in things slowly.
When I was discharged from the hospital, I tried to convince my mom that quirk did exist and I was going to become a great hero to which my mom just nodded, dabbing her eyes, "I'm just glad you woke up. Everything will be alright in time."
Yes, she was glad alright, I would heal from my delusions in time.
I just.. You know I wanted to believe it was true! My brain wouldn't just create something that didn't exist or would it? That's what you call deluded, an inner voice nagged at me. I tried searching online, things about quirk, heroes, my university but nothing showed up. I did get things about All might, lots of things! He was one of the top hero in the world! Here, by hero I meant Actor.
I didn't know what to believe anymore. My dreams, reality! Everything messed me up!
One day as I was working out ( it became a habit.. From my dream) I had met Iida on the streets, jogging. I was absolutely delighted to see him and caught up with him.
"Hey Iida! How are you?" I shouted to be heard over head phones, trying to catch my breathe. He jumped outta his skin and just looks at me like I'm crazy.
"I'm sorry, who!?" he asked.
Then it dawned on me that my friends were all delusional. I just stood there stunned, he muttered something about wasting his time and jogged off. I felt my heart ripping into pieces.
The horrible fact was, I didn't remember anything from my past! My actual past! Which school did I go to? Who where my friends? Kacchan? A feeling grew In the pit of my stomach, I couldn't really name it. I just.. Felt so empty.
I could feel myself grow weak as blood started rushing to my head. I was getting dizzy I just wanted to go home, but couldn't move a step. My head injury was making me go crazy. I tried walking in the direction of my home. Just few more yards I thought to myself. Next thing, I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was in my bedroom and my mom was there holding my hand crying softly.
"mmn" I managed to say. And her eyes lit up, started saying how glad she was I woke up and asked how I was feeling etc etc. I tuned her out and just nodded.
My could hear my head pounding. I didn't remember how I reached my room. Or how I fell, or what happened at all.
I knew I was messed up pretty badly. It's no use for me. The only reason I'm still living is because of my mom. I can't bear this anymore.
"What you crying for shit head!" I heard an irritated voice which sounded so familiar, and so good.
I had to touch my face to realise that he was right. I didn't realize I was crying.
"what is it?" he asked, with a very tiny bit of concern. I shook my head. I couldn't bear to look at him, incase he wasn't who I thought he was or worst case he didn't know who I was.
He sighed and I heard him mutter stupid Deku under his breath, that name was enough to let all hell brake loose! I started bawling like a baby, saying kacchan, in between sobs. He looked at me horrified as I gripped his hand like my life depended on it.
"WHAT THE FCK SHITHEAD!?"
I didn't let go! I didn't understand how and why, but since the day I was discharged I had felt like I didn't belong here. Like oil on water I couldn't adjust but right then, I felt like I came home. I felt content! Like I was lost and now I'm finally in the right place. I couldn't describe this feeling.
"Thank you" I managed to say before I fell into deep slumber.
At some point I let his hand go and I felt a soft feeling on my forehead. But I wouldn't know for sure since I am deluded.
There were still many mysteries to be solved, that you would come to know later.