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You took my hand, you showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh-huh, that's right
I took your words, and I believed
In everything you said to me
Yeah, huh, that's right
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I did my job. I killed All for One. Indirectly, but still. Who could count on the machines keeping him alive to malfunction? And with the quirk nullifying bracelets on… I did my service, I have avenged Nana. My biggest mistake is letting her die in place of me that night.
Young Midoriya has Aizawa and the others to coach and teach him. I have no pretenses about myself, I am a horrible teacher. This will help all of the kids, not just Young Midoriya. I shouldn’t be around anymore anyways. I have skirted around death for as long as I can remember.
I have escaped multiple times. It is only fitting that I should give myself up by myself.
No one needs to be reminded of a time that will no longer be there. I just bring everyone needless nostalgia. The only thing I do anymore is scare people with my appearance.
And it’s not like I don’t see the comments online. I know how to use technology. I know I look it, but I am definitely not that old.
But the point is, I am not needed anymore. Even when I am not needed, I can not help with anything. My appearances do not do me any favors, so it’s not like I can be eye-candy.
This is the best for myself as well. I hate the looks the others give me. Of guilt, sadness, that kind of sorry that people give those that are doomed to die by disease. But everyone will die, mine is just more predetermined.
Predetermination, foresight. Hilarious, another death that could’ve been prevented if I planned a little more. If I was a little safer. If I wasn’t so goddamn useless. And doubly so now.
I might as well get rid of myself. Save the oxygen for someone actually worthy.
I already wrote the letters. I have had David, Nighteye, Chiyo, and Torino’s done for a while now. I have already left Mirai’s on his grave, with a desk weight I'm sure he would’ve loved. Chiyo’s is set to be mailed to her, as well David and Torino’s.
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I'll keep you locked in my head (In my head)
Until we meet again (Meet again)
Until we, until we meet again
And I won't forget you, my friend
What happened?
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The hardest ones that I had to write were also the most recent. Tsukauchi, Young Midoriya, and I wrote one to Aizawa so that he could help Young Midoriya. If Aizawa didn’t know about OFA and AFO before, he does now.
I have everything set straight with my agency, what the press should be given. I was never just a pretty face, you need to be smart to get to the No. 1 place in heroics. I never liked the system. I never liked how the commission did things. I never liked quirkism, or the discrimination against quirk less people.
I just tried to circumvent it as much as I could. I should’ve tried harder. I haven’t done anything productive or good whilst being in that position. As much as I hate Enji Todoroki, he will probably be a better No.1 Hero than I was…
I looked through all of the methods. I didn’t want to be in pain, but I deserve it. I have let so many suffer. I’m already living in pain. What more could this do? Not much.
I wrote down so many more letters. To people’s lives I have destroyed. To everyone I know that hates me for one reason or another. They all have good reasons. I have done more than enough to deserve this.
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If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
'Cause they're all wrong
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I decided to do it in my teacher's dorm. I hate that one of the teachers will have to find me, but this is something I couldn’t fight myself on. The place I began a hero, and retired from it. I wasn’t born here, but it is more than fitting that I shall die here.
No one will be able to stop me. The only person that has an extra key is Nedzu and he doesn't keep them with him anyway. No one spends any time in my room. I don’t spend time with anyone.
Aizawa will probably be the one to find me. He would get annoyed at a teacher being late and go try to find where they were. Especially so with me. I get his annoyance, everything is made 10x harder whenever someone who is useless is expected to contribute.
He is strong, but I want there to be less cleanup for everyone. I have a weak acid, it will be put on part of the rope that will cause it all to come down after a few hours.
I have a lot of my stuff labeled. Most of it is already out of the dorm, all that is left is the chair, rope, the bed that is provided, and a few pairs of clothes. Everything else is packed and labeled at my house. It is separated by which will go to who and whatnot.
Today was my last day. I acted weird to everyone. I had Present Mic asking why I was so happy, the children noticed it as well. Today is a happy day. I have been looking forward to this for a while now.
It happens today. I had been putting all of the last minute touches in place. Getting all of the letters out, that will immediately be given to Aizawa, Izuku, Tsuki…
I put on an extra layer or two over my neck so that the bruises would be minimal. I don’t want anyone getting too traumatized. I mass-sent a message to Tsuki, David, Chiyo, Izuku, and Torino.
I stood on the chair and fashioned the noose around my neck. It took me a while to figure out how to tie it so that I would get a more painful death. It is only what I deserve.
The chair falls, the noose tightens, and all there is, is pain. Nana’s death, my time in America, the fight with AFO, meeting Izuku, my last year… I thought the whole ‘life flashing before your eyes’ thing was a romanticized way to make characters regret whatever they did… All it did was make me reaffirmed in my goal. I have brought too many people pain, even when I was helping… I am not helping anymore, but I am still bringing others pain.
Like everything else that I have done, living, breathing, acting… I die with a smile on my face.
At this point, Pain welcomes me with familiar arms, as does the darkness, the knowing sensation of death…
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And time makes it harder, I wish I could remember
But I keep your memory, you visit me in my sleep
My darling, who knew?
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