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At first it was just a small knock that was getting stronger along with the breeze that whipped the glass, was relentless, the storm that unleashed its fury as punishment to the earth
Strong and grotesque, whose roar monopolized the cries of the children, the trees bowed and ...they were powerful...they were like those storms
The rays ripped the cloudy sky, however, the darkness was not stopped, blinding and powerful rays that battled against the blackness of the night, it was his only light that day, the only thing that kept his firm conviction, perhaps ...
...An explosion at three o'clock.
...A scarf covering his partner's neck.
...A greater power that surpasses his own.
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The atmosphere was gloomy and unkind, it was not unusual that anyone would distrust that place being a bar that had trouble opening its doors to minors.
"A cheap rum is fine with me," he smiled at the girl who had black dots adorning her snug nose and thought she'd be pretty if she cared about that greasy hair "How was your day Sero?
"Well, nothing interesting" The smile crossed her face as she continued to hold a glass with a somewhat strange content.
"Today is a special day, you know why, don't you?" the smile on his companion's face was erased, he had managed to turn the somewhat alcohol-fueled atmosphere into a melancholic "What's your oldest memory of me, Sero?"
"Nostalgic, after all you want to do this" he shook his head "the first day of school, maybe".
"you hurt me, my oldest memory of you is in the exam"
"You had black hair instead of red at the time, I didn't know it was you until much later."
"you never asked my name even after i saved your ass from those giant machines" the emotion that was felt at that moment and putting your skill to the limit, would never surpass the aspirant or a beginner's emotion
"And then we went to buy doughnuts as if we were lifelong friends" Sero remained with that unshakeable smile, if I had to choose the protagonist of a comic would be Kirishima, strong and kind "you always had that attitude".
The one who held them together even at that moment...
Sero's mother was a doctor and was Sero's inspiration, for help people, he said in his interview that if he didn't join UA, he would have studied medicine.
-he would have been a good doctor - that's what recovery girl said in the midst of chaos, when she was too old to move and when her heart could no longer soothe the absent; when she couldn't do it, it was Sero who came in with competent first aid skills and a great fetish for having read all of her mother's medical books; Sero saved lives that day.
"my family half quirk and you laughed about it"
"half quirk, it was really rare to see powerless people in those years even now it is"
the red eyes squinted as he muttered "so for me it was kind of amazing, I thought you were amazing"
"I know, I am amazing for anyone."
He intertwined his fingers with his black hair, he had a few white hairs and they were not so old.
"A hero with that attitude, I thought you'd left him at the academy."
"I'm just kidding, but there are inevitable things, like Bakugou's type."
"He's changed"
Blood splashed on damp grass, white knuckles and cracked fingers wiping the bloody forehead and watery eyes
-pathetic- he whispered to him despite the fact that his tears fell like puddles of water, loud and clear, his voice appeased the ray that sounded, despite the fact that his companions were fallen and inert, despite the puddles of blood beneath each one of them, he rose and continued.
At that moment the true hero was born
Bakugou ideally followed the words his father once said to him...
Sweep everything under the carpet and it will eventually turn to dust.
"we've all done it" Sero got the image of the little purple hero, the goals of being popular with the girls were suffocated that night.
Mineta becomes the shadow of the perverted boy he used to be, there's more to life than seeing girls' tits and giving you a good handjob, the bags in his eyes are just a reminder of what can never be forgotten.
Mineta became a hero and an inspiration to the naughty brats of UA.
-You're a good hero - Tsuyu says in his ear and everyone agrees, the cheeks swell, the cape loosens and Mineta thinks it's a lie.
The word Hero, will remain a cross on his back
"Do you remember when we did our internships?"
"of course, Bakugou came back with the worst case of hair thanks to Best Jeanist."
"Damn it, I couldn't stop laughing for a month" the black-haired guy laughed out loud "even now I'm still bothering him with that, but I regret not taking a picture of him"
"I remember when Yaoyorozu made to Todoroki a dildo in the middle of the class, how the hell did he convince her to do something like that?" This time it was the red-haired guy who laughed. "Todoroki's face was a total success."
You can't forget Shouto and his family melodrama, it almost seems like a basic joke; the things that came to light that day, what happened with Endeavor, what Shouto had to go through
And Dabi...
Within the ceaseless camps of war, hatred and death, he was still a child who would have had a better life...
Shouto concluded that hero culture is shit.
We are only heroes who saw what the previous ones never saw...
In a world of heroes it is difficult to explain, that the villains were also kind, the madmen were sane and the bloodstained were able to love.
"Aizawa's face was much better" When time had passed, that former teacher was now happily retired, no longer attending his students meetings.
However, his left hand stopped shaking after a few years and they are grateful for it.
What happened that day was nobody's fault.
"or when you fell on Jiro"
The smile of both slipped little by little both remembering that friendly girl who liked loud music ... everyone was affected that night, but what happened with Jiro was a different story
...Is a different story when your path is truncated by something greater.
The blood that gushed over her shoulders, the weeping and the screams when she woke up, the curses spit out, until today she refused to see some of them.
The music class sign was stuck on the wall next to the wine bottles, her hair had grown after the years and she was pregnant.
"She activated her quirk on me after that" they both let out a little laugh, with the simple reminder not to talk about it "I remember when you fell asleep on Midnight's lap".
"Mineta cursed me for that, it was in the middle of the exam and I didn't pass."
"We still went to that camp."
The soft music in the repertoire, the black-haired older had so much desire to cry ...the camp and an arduous rescue, a rescue he did not attend.
Midoriya's crying when Bakugou left, but Bakugou's kidnapping was not all the shit Midoriya had to go through.
When All Might's luck finally ran out...
Lying on a desolate battlefield in complete shock when his thoughts led him to murmur that circumstances led him to that situation, memories fog until he can no longer remember anything at all, they ceased to be just teenagers to carry a mental burden on their backs.
Midoriya understood the risks of being the best, the crown and the emerald jewel in the center, big and powerful like no other.
The compass deviates and falls
The disappointment painted on Ochako's face the warm tears falling from his thick eyelashes, the world is strange and spins all the time, a hero must sacrifice his life and put his duty above everything, her fists was clench
She can't imagine living a life like this.
"Several things happened from there, the exams for our license where we met Inasa's weirdo" recalled Sero removing his thoughts from the camp.
"Then that fateful mission that took me to the hospital, the girls really took me flowers."
"It's not to laugh, even Bakugou worried a hell" Sero hit his partner's shoulder "But then he kept treating you like the usual shitty hair"
Sero smiled at the girl to fill the empty cup, every year on the same date they ended up in that dirty bar in Kamino, better known as the old villain league bar, of course it had been remodeled and only served as a reminder of a dark history.
"he's that kind of guy" Kirishima sighed "even after the battle he was..."
"not tonight, i don't want memories of war, bro" red eyes squinted in understanding
"it's okay not tonight" a soft smile and a low voice "I just quoted you because I wanted to tell you I'm over it" Sero raised an eyebrow, Kirishima scratched her cheek "90%"
"When it's 100% call me, maybe I can get over it after that too."
"I will."
Both continued to remember the background music that made them look so tired, Kirishima stopped for a moment with laughter, of course they were so young, so inexperienced.
Sero's smile disappeared and Eijiro hits his glass against the table
The dreams of children who lit like stars are now no brighter than a lighthouse with a limited battery.
“But they both regret it, they all regret it when they reach adulthood.
I wish I hadn't been so stupid, I wish I was young forever."
And if they were on the street or at work, they wouldn't even smile
Tsuyu nods, Mineta no longer blushes
Sero looks at Mina and she deflects her gaze
Jiro gets married, Kaminari stops playing stupid
Iida breaks the rules for the first time
Tokoyami no longer sleeps with the light on
Todoroki visits the cemetery every Sunday
Kirishima looks at him sideways and Bakugou walks away
Midoriya greets Uraraka, She begins to hang the cape
And this is the end
the end where they all continue their journeys as complete strangers without looking back.