β it's the hope that kills you , β
β§ β·Β .γ»γγΒ Β ππππππππΒ . Β γΒ ππΌππππΒ .
hope was a foolβs drug ; the world had told him that since the day he had been born. he learned far too quickly that not all men were created equal β that some were better , kinder , more natural while those crafted from the shadows like him were cursed to dwell in the filth of their own carnage. to expect anything kinder out of this life was childish & naive at best β¦ and a death wish at its worst. in this world , humanity was a commodity , not a right β and those who cursed themselves by chasing after it despite the ghoulish hunger that gnawed at their insides would learn that cruel lesson the hard way.
izuku midoriya was no exception ; he was a boy born with wide eyes and a kind smile , but he was cursed just the same. he held an unshakeable love for the world around him , but he learned soon enough that the world did not love him back. bruises & bloodshed were no stranger to him β and despite it all , he still learned how to persevere.
even when the doves found his mother. even when creatures of his ilk were slaughtered.
if only he could reach a hand out β maybe , just maybe , someone would reach back.
izuku rested on his haunches as the cold night air left freckled cheeks pink and ruddy. when he blinked , wide verdant eyes phased into inky black pools with two glowing scarlet irises peering through the darkness. the frayed edges of his mask hung loosely at his neck , catching against his respirator as he studied the girl.
β i donβt think so β¦ i think hope will save us. itβs giving up that kills us.Β β
his voice was soft and gentle ; kindness lilted through his words , sweeter than honey without sounding artificial. with a small smile tugging at his lips , izuku softened his gaze before dropping bright crimsons to study the ground underfoot.Β
β why wouldnβt i keep fighting if it wasnβt because i wanted something better on the other side ? if i stop hoping β¦ then what is there left for me to keep fighting for ?Β giving up isn't an option. not for me. not when there's still people out there worth saving.Β β
thoughts of a boy with platinum locks and an endless desire to win flashed through his mind. izukuβs heart ached.Β
β if i donβt hope that one day they wonβt see me as a monster , then what makes me so different than them ? i want things to change β¦ thatβs why i do what i do. i know β¦ it seems a little naive. or childish β¦ but i just know that if what i do today can help someone tomorrow β¦ then it was worth it. whatever happens to me in the process is just a part of the journey.Β β
