MHA being a hero is very hard but I'm still standing.

POV "Kirishima":

I was standing in the empty gym. The lights were pale, the weights were heavier, and my punches felt weaker. I kept hardening my fists and hitting the iron pillar, another useless punch following another. My hands were screaming in pain and my head was screaming in shame. My hardening weakened until it vanished, and I was sinking in my thoughts; I sent another punch that was followed by my roaring, and the blood dropped from my hand. I fell to my knees. "why?" I screamed out my lungs.

'I failed again, I don't know how on earth I even got into the UA,' I thought, my eyes filled with tears that I kept holding, "I'm fucking worthless shit that even couldn't help in the USJ; all I did was being another sandbag watching Midoriya die, Eraserhead following him, and Mineta on the verge of dying too. All of my friends took accountability and did something while I just watched and got punched," I put my hands on my face dyeing it crimson, "and we lost to Midoriya, depending on Bakugo like a fucking God. But what could I do with my useless quirk? what on earth could I do?" I asked for answers that never reached. "I'm worthless to the point that I talk to myself rather than going and finding a solution."

Those 3 days under Fourhtkind were a teacher to me that I'm more worthless than I ever imagined. Following him like a lost puppy, meeting a normal robber and feeling useless as I couldn't hit him even once.

I moved my body and sat with my back on that iron pillar in the gym. My good hand went through my red hair "It seems that I'm not," remembering my favourite hero, Crimson Riot. Tired as hell, I slept...fell unconscious.

"Kirishima…Kirishima...KIRISHIMA". "I'm awake." I said weakly. "good. Now, go wash your face and let our medic check your hand." Said Fourthkind. I stood and wept my eyes of any drowsiness. Heading to Refresh, the medic in Fourthkind guild.

After he healed me or something like that. "round two." I said to me that even with all this shit, I was gonna find a way to make it like how I entered the UA.

Hours will go with the same process from tearing my muscles like Midoriya to trying to go through my quirk's limits like Bakugo. I was doing the same for hours that time felt like an empty circle. I was exhausted that I couldn't move so I lay in front of the iron pillar. "I need something to make up for my speed," I said to me. Midoriya tried with me a lot of things to find out if my quirk was hiding more but we couldn't find anything new. I remember that he once thought that I could collect stones around me like armour, yet it turned out to be a waste of time.

I was brainstorming for any clue but I couldn't reach anywhere. I took out my phone and searched for that old video.

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Running through an essay, "Maybe it would work." I stood with that new idea to break through my limits and maybe my bones. Holding my punching stance and putting all my strength in my elbow and waiting, that's what I did. Holding all that pressure that was accumulated by me hardening. I felt the click in my elbow and I knew I couldn't hold it longer. I cracked my punch forward, hearing the sound of a snap.

I fell on my butt, looking with amazement at my power. "I'm fucking genius," I shouted out my lungs. Maybe I was wrong, my quirk is freaking awesome.

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Time flow: the last day of the hero undertraining program.

POV "Bakugo".

"tell me how can people trust you for their lives if they don't know when you will explode?" Best Jeanist asked me while he was brushing my hair.

He kept asking me the same question every day for the last week, yet I couldn't answer him clearly "I can control my fuse." I said, but really can I? "I know but people don't know that; people can't read minds and know intentions, all they see is your actions, not your words.". the same answer for all my answers. "then I will hide it, if no one knows, then I'm not a bomb." I muttered. "that's a good solution," He changed the way his hand moved, "but for how long?"

I looked at my hair as it was like how it usually looked, not sleepy like how he tried to make it for the last week, he brushed into its normal. "the boy that didn't go against humans after what you did and after all that happen is already a miracle," he said with grave, "I don't want you to fight what you created." He put the hair brusher in my hand. he left me watching myself in the mirror, and the questions rose to the surface.

I went out of the guild; it was the final day and my home was near. Fighting those demons as I walked "but he was the one putting himself in my way," I said, 'but he was preventing me most of the time from bullying' I thought in response. "he's a weakling that wants to become a hero with fucked up quirk and mind,", 'aren't you part of his broken mind with all the shit you did to him?'. "but that didn't wash the weakling part", 'he had just awakened his quirk 2 years while you had yours 12 years prior. And he already beat your ass.'.

I continued arguing with myself, but for what? Did I want to justify my actions? "hell no,". 'really'. What was it? That feeling and that voice, it's like me but it's not. However, he seemed calm.

"hear me, you fucked up voice in my head, I did what I did, and nothing can't be changed, so shut the fuck up." I shouted, pulling all the eyes on me. "nothing can't be changed, and that's it. He is now someone else, and so I am.". I waited for him to answer but there was nothing, no response, nothing.

I reached, argued with my mother, ate, washed my body, and went to sleep. Lying on my bed, it was 9:10.

'did you, both, really change?'

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At that moment I stopped lying. Nothing changed, nor me nether him. And then the line I said came flying in my vision, he hides everything under a thick layer of masks and antics, a very big lie that he kept pushing himself to believe, and he is doing well as everyone thinks that's the real him. But me, I'm the same 'anger issues, supremacist, ignorant, and a fool with a good quirk.' That voice, he's calm while insulting the shit out of me. "tell me how to fix it." I said, and the voice vanished again like it's not there. "Tell the fuck me how to fix this, to fix myself, to fix my mistakes, tell me how I can put myself together," I shouted and the silence with the only response.

I couldn't sleep so I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"tell me how to be like you." I whispered. 'you already know.' And it was the last time I heard myself talk to me again.

I looked at the clock and it was 9:12. "I already know.". I slept like never before.

POV "Ida"

With that sword lying in my gut, I shot him the last glance. The view was becoming vague, but his face wasn't. "a shame on the hero your brother was," he said while taking that sword letting more blood cover him, "rather than going to save the dead hero or help the others with the nomus, you just came here to fulfil a selfish desire.". the next word was far away, 4 alphabets, and low. Nevertheless, it echoed in my soul. "weak"