What Makes A Hero, A Hero?
Harry Potter/Izuku Midoriya POV
It had been a day since I got my results, but now I had to go to school and face my classmates,
I don't think anyone going to be very happy; just like mom,
Mom had retreated back into her bedroom; she hadn't even made breakfast, but luckily I knew how to, so I quickly cooked up some eggs,
After eating the eggs I realised that I should have checked the best before date, well it was too late now, I guess I was so used to the Dursleys having fresh food on them at all times,
Anyway, moving that aside, I walked out of the house quickly putting on my shoes,
I walked to school where I was greeted by absolutely no one, maybe if I kept the news from everyone the bullying won't go as far as it already has,
I swiftly took my seat and took out my notebook and pens,
'Hero Analyst For The Future'
"Hey, what the fuck do you have there?" as I looked back, I saw Bakugou's grinning face; it was a face not to mess with if you were a kid, but since I've faced worse than an angry five-year-old, I just looked back with a bored expression on my face,
"I don't see how it is any of your business," I said with a cold tone,
"It is my business since I'm the hero of the class, and I need to know what everyone is doing at all times since someone here could be a villain!" He said proudly but with a hint of hatred towards me,
"Well, since you're the "hero" of the class, then you should also know when you shouldn't be putting your nose into other people's business,"
Some people gasped at my words, I'm guessing because of Bakugou's quirk, but who gives a shit when your like 100 years older than the child,
Bakugou's face quickly shifted into an angry grin, "Oh, so you want to play that game, do ya?" He swiftly grabbed my shoulder and let off a few explosions,
I may have flinched at the heat of it, but to be honest, it wasn't as bad as some might of thought it might feel like, probably because he's only like five years old,
I was about to say something, but then the teacher walked in at just the wrong second,
"Alright class, go grab your seats; the lesson is about to begin,"
Everyone complied,
Throughout the lesson, my mind just kept on wandering,
What if I can just cast spells without a wand?
I think I've heard of wizards and witches doing that before, haven't I?
But wasn't it extremely difficult?
But I'm the chosen one; it can't be that hard for me, right? Right?
As the school day ended, I quickly packed up my stuff and got ready to go home,
The thing is that we had to wait until our parents get here to pick us up, and the only reason I could come here on my own was because no one cared to check if I was walking here or not,
So I waited hours for my mom to come and get me; I waited and waited and waited until the teachers had to call her up because it was taking up their time now too,
I could hear my mom groaning on about not wanting to pick me up because she was sick, but she kept on changing the story, which was only picked up on by me,
In the end, I had to say that I could walk home by myself; all of the teachers, of course, agreed to that since no one wanted to waste any more time on this supposed quirkless human being,
So as I left the school, I walked across a busy main road; luckily I had knowledge of road safety, and so I was completely fine, but a fox wasn't,
As I was walking on the pavement I looked at the road and right at that second I saw a fox crossing and getting hit by a car,
I saw its head hit the ground, its head splitting open leaving its brain out in the open,
Blood splattered the road, it didn't just go in one direction, it went everywhere, and it just so happened that I was close enough to be splattered with its blood,
If I were a normal child I might have screamed or run into the lane to try and save the fox as a heroic act, but me? I've seen plenty of death, I didn't even know the fox and so I just kept on walking,
As I walked, getting closer to home than to the main road, I got weird looks from people, I mean like its not surprising, I'm a child covered in blood that is clearly not my own, but for some reason, no one tried to stop me, no one tried to ask what had happened, I heard people mumbling about how heroes will catch the kid, the fuck?
Imagine if I were a killer, like a bad one I mean, and in this reality, then do you think I would care if a hero was nearby? I don't even think there is one nearby, and what makes you think you can stop me from hurting you?
All I heard was hero this, or hero that, never 'I wonder if I can help that kid' or 'I hope they're okay', it pissed me off,
Why are heroes so involved in our lives? At first, I thought that it was nice that people were caring enough to become heroes to save people but now I see that's not what its all about,
It's about selfishness, greed, power, luxury, money, and fame, nothing that makes a true hero a hero,
I know in my past life I used to JOKE about being famous and being the chosen one but that was all it was, a joke,
I literally died for the people I loved, but these heroes in this universe are corrupt, they're not true heroes,
Now that I think about it, do I even want to become a hero in this corrupt society? I feel like I'd only be adding fuel to the flame,
Maybe if I was different... but no, even so, I don't think anyone this blind by heroism is going to see the true meaning behind my words,
Maybe I should try becoming a vigilante? And if that doesn't work out I can try and become a villain? That must change their look on things, right?
And before adding to my thoughts I realised I must have kept on walking since now I was at my house,
I sighed, maybe I can think about this later.