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Midoriya izuku thought he was entitled to a big, fat, fuck. He hadn't sweared once in his miserable life, so he was entitled to just that.
Breath hitching, he found it hard to breathe over his tears. Oh, right, tears. That was a thing that people did. Cry. He was pissed, confused, sad, and wanted to take a shit, but that wasn't relevant as it was gross.
He furiously wiped his face, choking again. The greenete kneeled, not the best thing to do in the middle of a road.
A road! Fu-
With a slam and the terrifying scream of wheels, his frail body was thrown off of the road, slamming down the hill. He remembered screaming, then a crunch.
And then he was dead.