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2022-08-08
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2022-10-22
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Nobody Knows

Summary:

Izuku is sick of everything. So he decides to make one last trip to his middle school.

Notes:

Hey, thanks for clicking on this.

Is this me trying to vent through writing? Maybe

I hope you enjoy reading this work :)

Chapter 1: Midoriya Izuku

Chapter Text


As the boy dashed out of his childhood home with his backpack slumped over his shoulders, he wondered…



How did it come to this?


What did I…do wrong…?



He wept silently to himself as he sped past his ‘best friend’s’ house, the place he cherished when he was a little kid.



The quaint café he used to happily enjoy his evenings in.



The small park littered with cherry blossom trees that he loved to read in.



He began to slow down as he arrived at his final destination.



Aldera Middle School.



The freckled boy checked the doors.



Unlocked.



After one last glance outside, he entered into the empty school.



He began to walk through the hallways, heading for the stairway that led to the roof.



The boy paused while passing his homeroom classroom.



All of those horrible memories flooded his brain once again.



At least, he won't get picked on by his classmates anymore, right?



The boy sighed, and continued to make his way.



After it felt like years, he made it to the roof.



He opened the doors, immediately met with the light drizzle of rain, that would have steadily increased to form a downpour.



At the edge, he sat.



What was the boy thinking of?



Nobody knows.



He halfheartedly tossed his bag onto the roof floor.



Someone would find it there eventually, but he probably wanted that to happen anyway.



He slowly climbed onto the metal railing.



Nobody ever cared, and nobody ever will.



After one more deep breath, the boy jumped.



I wonder what he thought of in his last moments.



Perhaps an “I’m sorry” ?



Maybe a “Finally, I’m free.”



Well...



Nobody knows.




Chapter 2: Bakugou Katsuki

Notes:

I wasnt planning on writing a follow-up, but I had the sudden urge to write, and now its almost 12am.

I'm also a beginner writer, so please give me feedback!

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Text

Bakugou peered outside his large bedroom window as the rain hammered against it, his headphones over his ears, droning out the outside world.



He recently received a letter claiming that he passed UA’s entrance exam. He’s enrolling in UA, a major step in becoming a pro hero.



He tried his hardest to feel content, he really did.



But after learning about the news of him , he’s had a cloud of guilt hovering over his head.



And that cloud was rapidly expanding, growing into a thunderstorm of pure madness.



Everyone was talking about it, a story about how a quirkless boy was bullied into suicide, and how nobody intervened. News stations across the country were broadcasting it nationwide.



But… it’s not his fault that the nerd decided to take a quick dive off his middle school’s roof, right?



Right…?



“Bakugou wasn’t too harsh on him. It wasn’t his fault.”



“Bakugou is planning to become a hero! Stop bothering him! It’s not his fault!”



“ [REDACTED] was his best friend! Katsuki wouldn’t bully him! It’s not his fault, leave him alone!’



“Hey! Remember the other kids taunted him as well. It’s not Bakugou’s fault.”



“Bakugou wouldn’t make someone kill themself! It’s not his fault!”



It’s not his fault…



Was it not his fault?



Bakugou was pretty sure that it was his fault.



And now he was constantly thinking about him . 



On the first day of UA. What if he managed to attend as well? He would have found a way, eventually.



After the USJ incident. He always had quick thinking, and would have tried to play the hero.



After taking his final exams. He was very intelligent, probably would have been near the top of the class.



After graduating from UA High School. He would have been extremely joyful, graduating from his dream school.



After being titled the number one hero of Japan. If events had turned out differently, he would have been in this spot at this very moment, one way or another.



Bakugou ripped the headphones from his head and threw them to the ground, next to his newly-designed hero costume.



It had been ten years. Ten full years, and Bakugou still remained idling in his thoughts about the boy.



What if things had not turned out this way? Why had things turned out this way?



Bakugou didn’t know.




Nobody knows.