"When…?"

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Drops.

Kisses.

Rain drops colliding with the glasses.

Intense kisses, soft kisses, demanding kisses, passionate kisses.

Raindrops crowding into cuddles, clarifying the light that emerged from the windows.

Kisses that were exchanged for no reason, without a bond in between, without having a meaning for their relationship.

They were intense kisses under the sound of rain inside the classroom.

Why did they kiss?

What was the reason?

Kacchan's kisses were always demanding, they didn't let him breathe, and when he moved away to catch air, he launched himself against his lips, capturing them, imprisoning them with greater power until numbing his entire mouth. Thus, they were the kisses of his childhood friend, his dear friend of whom he had immense affection and admiration, but which were not enough for him to know that this exchange of kisses was because he felt the same as he did.

Midoriya Izuku was unaware of why Kacchan was kissing him when they were alone, or why he threatened not to tell anyone about the exchanges that were taking place between them, or rather, the exchanges that Kacchan was seeking to have, because Midoriya was worse than lost in that matter.

He couldn't understand why his childhood friend was kissing him.

He didn't understand how it was that he mistreated him in front of others, that is, he threw his books at him, burned his notebooks, pushed him, insulted him, and made him know how much he hated him with all his being, but that at the end of the day, he kissed him as if his thirst was quenched with his lips, he kissed him as if he were the air he needed to breathe, he kissed him with such demand that he would break him.

The dripping of the rain increased, as did the intensity of Kacchan's kisses, his hands running demandingly on the fabric of his uniform, clawing like claws on his skin, embedding himself in his anatomy.

Midoriya felt worse than humiliated, and as time passed, doubt and intrigue gnawed at him. They became part of his thoughts.

His body reacted with the movements that he provoked, but his mind wandered elsewhere. His mind yearned to find a way out, to understand the reason for his childhood friend's actions; his mind sought to free himself from the restraints that limited him from fulfilling his dream.

Drops.

Kisses.

When will that torment end?


One of those days, Midoriya didn't feel like enduring Kacchan's demanding caresses, or his uncontrolled kisses, since the stage was approaching when he would decide once and for all which high school he would enter and that would be, of course, the UA .

Well, not being born with a Quirk, the entry would be difficult, but not impossible for the fourteen-year-old with curly hair to even try.

He didn't lose anything by trying, did he?

Lately he had been mentally preparing for the challenge; In addition, he had previously told his mother about his wishes for wanting to be a student at the prestigious UA school of heroes, where he studied his recent and childhood idol: All Might.

Midoriya believed with all his strength that he deserved to at least give his best effort to pass the exam, both physical and academic.

If his childhood friend found out about his goal, he would surely "punish" him or give him a cruel warning to avoid seeing him achieve his dreams. Midoriya already knew Kacchan too well, it could be said, that he even preached what he would do.

Kacchan's reactions were tattooed on his skin, as well as his caresses, the feel of his fingers as he traversed his layers of skin, the sensation of his mouth brushing his neck and biting him, the way he kissed and imprisoned his body with his explosive hands until completely dominating it.

Midoriya knew all those details perfectly, and he had to find a way to get out of so much torment, so much humiliation followed by intense friction over his uniform.

However, what was all that exactly? Why did Kacchan treat him that way in private?

For Midoriya it didn't make the slightest sense, other than to see it as a horrible way of humiliating him and letting him know how useless his vain existence was for him, because for Kacchan, he was only useless who could do absolutely nothing, but rather please him.

Midoriya longed to believe that his existence was not limited to just please Kacchan, to be his discharge of frustrations, no, his existence must give for more. Since he was little he wanted to be a hero, the best of all, the one who saves people with a smile. That was the hero he dreamed of ever since he watched the All Might videos on his computer, even after discovering the cruel truth upon learning that he was born without powers, without an individuality and that his life would be ordinary. A life without leaving its mark, a life devoid of meaning, a mere existence plagued by oblivion.

He didn't want that destiny mapped out; he was afraid of having that future.

I must be stronger, he said convinced that he would modify that future emptiness that awaited him, in what he reinforced his notes on his notebook of "Analysis of heroes for the future".

I will definitely change my future, he clung to the pen with which he wrote, knowing that the eclipse in which his life was experiencing would not always last forever.

He wrote without caring about the whispers of his classmates, or the feeling that Kacchan's gaze was watching him from behind his shoulder with intensity; that look, no matter how he exercised it, would not stop him from what he did.

However, to his disgrace, or bad luck, the professor notified all the other classmates that he had in mind to enter the UA, which immediately, Kacchan petrified, to later launch an explosion in front of everyone in the group, including the teacher, and ended up threatening him.

Midoriya wanted to wake up, longed to wake up from that torment already.

He held back his tears with all his being, not wanting to give in to his threats, no sir, he would somehow confront him.

But that simple common threat that he received daily was not enough for the accumulation of insults that his childhood friend constantly rubbed in his face, but, he approached him in the company of his friends, took his notebook, and as if he applied salt to the open wound that covered his skin, he exploited his notebook of "Analysis of heroes for the future" without an ounce of mercy. Nothing. And he threw it out the window, but not before, telling him to jump off the roof of the school, that is, he had just incited him to commit suicide.

Had Kacchan hated him enough to tell him to take his own life?

Was his existence such a nuisance to Kacchan?

When he was alone in the classroom, Midoriya scattered on the floor, he shed a sea of tears, spilling the immense pain that consumed him alive, that covered him whole, and entangled him resembling a vine wrapping his body until capturing him in nets.

He was a prisoner of Kacchan, a prisoner of no powers. A complete useless, an obsolete painting of color, a sore in the wound of the hands, a vague certainty of being alive.

What was the meaning of such foundations?

What exactly was in store for him?

For the first time, he felt fear, uncertainty, fear.

Why was Kacchan treating him so badly?

Something broke inside Midoriya and it was not a mistake.

What if what Kacchan said was true? And if he ended his life, in the next he would have a Quirk? It was not worth trying.

He was too valuable to end it all because Kacchan advised him, and for nothing in the world would he obey that outdated advice that was only enough to motivate him not to.

All he did was pick up his notebook from the fish pond and return to the classroom for his backpack, and he didn't know if it was because of cruelty of fate or his bad luck, as always, but Kacchan was waiting for him right there, right in the area where he cornered him with such pleasure on his part until he left him (symbolically) naked of everything.

"You finally arrive, damn nerd" He huffed with great enthusiasm. False enthusiasm, that was the feeling Midoriya had upon hearing him. His small body trembled with fear, knowing what awaited him in a matter of seconds.

"K-Kacchan…" He pronounced difficultly, something the named interpreted with great satisfaction, outlining a mischievous smile from his lips.

"Don't keep me waiting" He threatened, and within seconds caught him in his nets.

He didn't give Midoriya time to escape, as he was already devouring him with his explosive instincts to set him free.

The tears contained in the corners of his eyes prevented him from seeing clearly what was happening, and with happiness, he was grateful not to see the mocking face of his childhood friend by kissing him with demand, and leaving him exposed of all the evil that his anatomy conformed.

When finished, Kacchan left him lying on the ground at the expense of his restless and exhausted condition, smiling at him.

"You know what to do" He said brusquely. Seeing him docilely nod, he added, "You leave ten minutes after me."

"Yes, Kacchan" He said obediently.

"That's how I like it." He laughed triumphantly. "And remember, I don't want you to enter UA, you don't belong there"

"Y-yes…" He nodded weakly.

And he withdrew from his sight.

Another day of torture by Kacchan, he thought dejectedly, feeling an intense cold approach his heart, fanning him in a freezing blizzard. I'm used to it, he nodded to himself, getting up with regret, getting ready to leave after waiting for those eternal ten minutes that he was forced to obey.

Surely, his mother would be worried because he had not yet come home to eat, but he no longer had the strength to move, because his body cried out for him to rest, to allow himself to sleep for years until he woke up being the best hero of all.

How long would that martyrdom last?

When will his torment end?


Leaving the classroom, his feet felt heavy, while his head fell in an unfinished sway. He was a sweet creature who didn't deserve to be treated the way they did.

In one of the rooms in the classroom, he saw a person he had never seen in his life. A boy with bichromatic hair, one side was red and the other white, eyes that define the mysteries of the unattainable, a scar usurping his face making him look so deep and so unmatched.

Midoriya stopped dead in the presence of the boy.

Who was he?

That boy looked like something out of a comic, he pretended to be a heavenly being, those graceful movements that unfolded similar to the wings of a bird when flying the first time.

It seemed rather, that he was hanging around the classroom, perhaps waiting for someone? And if he were expecting someone, what was he doing in the classroom that nobody used? That is, the empty classroom.

Beyond his presence, he noticed that the boy was wearing the UA uniform and that encouraged him to speak to him.

"Um, excuse me" He said in a polite voice, exalting the young man, who turned to see him with his eyes open and his mouth ajar. He could swear that he seemed to recognize him. "Are you looking for someone?" The voice came out with a hint of fear, but what difference did it make? He was intrigued to know what a UA student did at his school when it was not class time.

"Em, I'm lost" The young bichromatic specified, expressing from his eyes a sense of recognition, that he analyzed him as if he were a close person to him, although for Midoriya, it was his first time seeing someone so heavenly in front of him and there was nothing better than that. "You are…" He locked himself hesitantly, placing his fingers under his chin thoughtfully.

Midoriya made a questioning gesture, his heart pounding, excited and intrigued.

"Are you Midoriya?" He asked, looking intense, analyzing him from head to toe.

"Yes" He replied, after salivating. Did that boy know him? "Do you know me?"

"Sure" He stated in a light nod, taking a few steps in his direction, to which he felt his cheeks flare. "You are Midoriya Izuku" He stated confidently. "Let's say I know you"

"You know me?" He blurted out in surprise, pointing at himself with blinking eyes. The young man smirked, further lighting Midoriya's cheeks, who kept his eyes on him.

"Of course." The young man looked at him with tenderness radiating from his features, his almost porcelain skin dazzled him, and his voice so soft that he could pass himself off as blizzards of fresh air. "You are going to enter UA" It wasn't a question, but an affirmation.

A wave of curiosity regarding that unknown boy usurped Midoriya.

"H-how do you know?" He stammered incredulously.

Midoriya believed that the boy was looking for Kacchan, but no, he was looking for him.

"I read your information" He said sideways, looking at his freckles, followed by seeing his eyelashes.

"M-my information?" He repeated intelligibly.

"You are very nice, Midoriya" The young man chuckled, highlighting his face. Midoriya's heart contracted, the onslaught he received upon hearing that laugh was devastating.

"W-why were you looking for me?" He dared to ask, moving his fingers nervously.

"I can't tell you exactly the reason why I'm here, because I can't tell you myself." He explained, he could see that in his gesture he was hiding something, because he wrinkled his eyebrows a little. "But I can tell you this, Midoriya." He raised his finger in indication. "You will be an amazing hero"

"W-what?" His jaw dropped from the impact, his eyes bulged out of their orbs, the materialism of his body falling apart. Everything he longed to hear was told to him by a stranger, the fog that surrounded his ears and the toxic words that others (especially Kacchan) said to him dissipated from the face of the earth. "A-a hero…me?" A lump formed in his throat, and tears began to flow from his eyes like rivers.

"Yes." He smiled, emanating confidence in his aura.

"I don't, I don't " He remembered that he didn't have a Quirk, and he stopped himself from crying. The doubt arose that if this young man was making fun of his dreams, but he did not seem to be laughing at him, on the contrary, he was quite sincere and his intentions were pure towards him.

"You saved me Midoriya, when no one else was interested in saving me" He confessed sincerely, straightening up to his height. "You are my hero, so don't let Bakugou keep giving you the hell he gives you right now"

A spark of fear ran down his spine, and he panicked as he learned all the things he knew about himself.

"H-how?" He said stunned. The young man looked sorry for having said that, to which he tried to compose himself.

"I screwed up" He sighed in anguish. "Forgive me, Midoriya, for having talked too much."

"I-I don't understand" He muttered slowly. "H-how do you know all this? Why do you tell me that I will be an amazing hero?"

"I have been watching you" He let him know in a gentle tone. "You are a being who doesn't deserve to be treated as a hindrance, Midoriya, you deserve to be a hero"

"I don't have a Quirk" He admitted in great pain, tearing up. The young man did not flinch from his whining, however, he used the pad of his thumbs to wipe away the tears that ran down his cheeks.

"Don't worry about it" He discarded, cradling his face. "Life will bring you great things"

Big things? Midoriya made a questioning gesture, and another lash of tears came from his eyes, to which the young man continued to clean without bothering to do that; moreover, he seemed to enjoy their company very much.

Although, he had said "hero", could it be that this person came from a very distant future where he achieved his dreams? Or was it a heavenly being who looked to the future and came to let him know?

If he told him that he was made for great things, Midoriya would settle for hearing that, because that person's sincerity was enough to make him feel that the hopes he had held for years were not vague or delusional hopes on his part, but were certain hopes, full of a promising future for him.

Midoriya would not inquire further on the subject, since he was aware that the future was relative, so, he would have to strive to achieve his goal on his own merits, and achieve to be a hero that everyone admires, saving everyone with a smile and the best disposition. Midoriya would try harder than the others, since he was a Quirkless, but that did not stop him from having his goal set on being a UA student, and later becoming an infallible hero.

"Thank you" He thanked, putting on his warmest smile. "Thank you very much" He squealed with emotion.

"You don't have to thank me, Midoriya" The young man confirmed in a comforting tone, carefully rubbing his curls. "Maybe it all seems like an eternity to you, but never give up." He caressed his cheek with his thumb, reinforcing his words. "Have faith in yourself always, and keep dreaming that you will be a hero, because it will be so" He came closer, bringing both faces together. "You can be a hero" He whispered, outlining a smile overflowing with confidence, such that Midoriya felt infected by his enthusiasm, who nodded, crying in a sea of imminent joy.

Those words were what he had longed to hear from his mother when she found out that he didn't possess a Quirk. Those simple words, but loaded with feeling. That someone outside or close to him let him know that his future was fulfilled, was enough to demolish him in an endless joy that the same words could describe him in detail.

"Yes" He stated on a sob.

When his crying had subsided, the young man gave him a handkerchief taken from his trousers from the UA's impeccable uniform. Midoriya had many questions to ask him, and none at the same time. It was a river of information that ran through his mind, and really, he wanted to know everything? He mean, will Kacchan keep treating him worse than the gum on the sole of his shoe? Or will he treat him as an equal?

"What are you thinking about, Midoriya?" Asked the young man, calmly.

Oh, he already knew he would ask first.

"I-I'd like to know." He inhaled well, saying, "Your name, please"

"My name?" He said pointing his finger, he saw him meditate for a few seconds. "Shouto, call me Shouto"

Shouto… He liked that name a lot, for Midoriya it was a taste of what it was to belong to someone's world. The entrance to the world that made up a person in his integrity.

"Shouto ..." He blushed.

The named Shouto smirked.

His time with Shouto didn't last as long as he would have liked, because Shouto did not tell him anything he wanted to ask, and omitted every detail that included his own future. Without more, Midoriya could not be more satisfied knowing that big things awaited him, the things he had dreamed of since he was little, the things that went through his mind when wearing his All Might costume.

The only thing Shouto did, apart from checking his hand watch every now and then, was leafing through his exploited notebook by Kacchan, with a look filled with deep sadness, he caught him outlining his calligraphy very carefully with his graceful fingers, and Midoriya wanted to know why he acted in this way in front of a destroyed notebook, a notebook that for Kacchan was worthless.

"This notebook" Shouto commented out of nowhere, startling Midoriya, who nodded quickly. "Is it valuable to you?" He nodded again, sorry for the painful condition in which his notebook was in Shouto's graceful hands. "They will be useful for the future" He said checking his watch, and before Midoriya answered that, Shouto addressed it. "Time to go, Midoriya"

"What?" He was stunned. What did that mean?

"Your destiny to become a hero" He emphasized carefully, capturing the attention of a stunned Midoriya, who was watching him with slimy eyes. "It may be closer than you think"

"Shouto?"

His chest clenched to call him, yet he needed to quench his thirst for answers. Shouto was behaving strange and it didn't take him two hours to know him.

"Take care of your notebooks." He stroked a lock of his curly hair, regarding it as if it were a sacred piece from his collection. "Get strong, Midoriya"

"W-what?" Midoriya fingered Shouto's arm, who didn't let go of the grip on his hand.

"Come out" He ordered gently. "Your fate to be a hero awaits you outside, not in here"

"W-wait!" He wanted to keep him, because he still lacked things to say, things to know.

"See you soon, Midoriya." He gave him a warm smile, coming out of the classroom door.

"Wait, please!" Midoriya ran into the hall, and indeed, there was no trace of Shouto anywhere.

From that day on, he didn't see him again, and curiously, that same day he saved Kacchan's life when he was attacked by the slime monster, just as that same day he met All Might, in the same way, he obtained his Quirk through from All Might, who became his mentor and supporting figure on the road to being a hero. Since then, too, Kacchan was so angered by his intervention in saving him that he didn't bother him again, further reducing his emotional burden to a great extent.

Midoriya passed through that empty classroom every day, hoping to find some trace of Shouto, but never found anything.

He wondered every day, remembering the last words he said to him "See you soon Midoriya", making him think:

When will I meet you again, Shouto?

When will the day come when we will meet in UA?


However when got accepted by the UA, his memory was eroded and the name "Shouto" disappeared from his mind, but Midoriya was left with the knowledge that his impulses to take the step and seek to become a hero, were given because somebody tried to dare him to change his destiny of a Quirkless, because somebody believed in him and maybe he had been the work of a celestial being who was observing him from afar and wanted to help him to make things so, that he was He would free himself from that heavy burden that being considered useless by everyone, especially Kacchan, involved.

From there, Midoriya would demonstrate to Kacchan that he was not the useless man he always believed in, and would make that heavenly being see that his words were not in vain, that his farewell to see each other again soon were not empty words, because they had a very special charge for Midoriya. An emotional charge that meant the immense gratitude I had for him and why he felt so blessed with his new life and having obtained a great Quirk, which he had not yet mastered.

But that did not mean that in his moments of reflection before entering the UA, since he was very close to the beginning of classes, he did not avoid feeling that this being so similar to a prince, turned his cheeks a crimson red and his heart beat a thousand an hour. Those sensations made him yearn with greater force than he hoped and he would find that person in UA.

Will I find you in UA? He wondered with a smiling smile.

And if I see you, will I recognize you? I Hope so.

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P.S. What did you think of this chapter? It is a new path that I wanted to take separately from my other stories.

I think it will be two-shot.

Thank you very much for reading, and I hope you like it.