We Die Like Heroes

“Mom...” he looks absolute destroyed as he sits on the curb in the parking lot.  It’s been a couple hours since the villain attack and he looks pale as death.  He’s finally starting to process what happened.

                        “K-Kacchan–” He stepped back after seeing the other. He was hoping… to have avoided this. He didn’t meet the other’s gaze. “I-… I didn’t die. After that battle I-… They put me into hiding for a while. They didn’t tell any one– The league had to believe I was gone until I’m back at full strength.” He explained.

Fuck, he was going to cry.  He wiped at his face with his sleeve, trying to keep the tears from flowing.  He was already trembling a little.

He backs up until he hits the wall, his face pale like he’d seen a ghost.  In a way, he was seeing one right now.

He immediately sits up bolt straight.  “Midoriya?!”

“I am thinking, hot pocket,” he scratches the back of his neck.  Damn, all he wanted was to move some furniture.

a once pure and innocent boy; his emotions have been dyed by despair