Dear, Boy Who Always Bullied Me For Being Weak...

I fondly recall that significant moment with great fondness, as if it occurred just a single day ago. It's remarkable how vividly the memory remains, etched deep within our thoughts and recollections. A decade has passed since that day when I valiantly shielded a timid boy who was unable to defend himself, offering him the protection he so desperately needed. On that very day, you decided to make me a target simply because I dared to intervene, protecting the boy from your anger. Your actions were a stark reminder of your disdain for compassion and mercy.

Bakugo, why did someone being quirkless make you believe they were frail or useless? Why did you advise them to die as if they had brutally slaughtered your own family? Why did you tell me to jump off the building that very day?

Bakugo, this personal letter is to you.

The boy whose actions left me with an intense self-loathing and caused those around us to bear a bitter hatred towards me as well. 

A decade ago, my path crossed with a young boy known as Izuku Midoriya, a child with distinctive green hair. Many knew him as 'Deku,' a name that carried both praise and mockery. That fateful day, I stepped in to save him, not realizing the consequences that would follow. Your perception of him was clouded by the belief that he and I were weak, simply because we were born without quirks, unlike our peers. In your eyes, we were both considered less than, unworthy of your respect.

Quirkless people were instantly marked as weak and useless for you but why?  While you placed significant importance on quirks, to me, having a quirk did not mean we were different or less deserving of dreams. Our worth should not be defined by our abilities, and everyone has the right to dream, regardless of whether they possess a quirk or not.

For countless years, I endured your harsh words and brutal actions, your relentless bullying leaving me shattered. Your influence on others' perceptions and actions made my life a living nightmare, and it was only because they blindly followed your lead. They followed the king and targeted the weaker ruler. I spent countless nights questioning why people harbored such deep-seated hatred towards me. I would lie in bed, my pillow dampened with tears, unable to escape the haunting repetition of their cruel and hurtful words.

Bakugo do you recognize what hurt the most in my life? I was being told that I was too useless to be a hero and should just jump off the closest building.

Do you know who told me that, Bakugo? It was you, you told me that in our middle school when word had gotten out about me trying to get into the U.A. I was astounded to discover I had managed to gain admission to the prestigious school. Yet, you approached me that fateful day, your demanding tone demanding an explanation of how a 'quirkless' individual like me could possibly be standing there. Your thinly-veiled threat loomed heavy in the air.

There was a part of me that questioned the circumstances that led to my admission into Class 1-A. Perhaps luck was on my side, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel that someone more deserving, someone with a quirk, should have taken my place. 

IIt is my sincere wish that you take pleasure in the fact that I will not fall into the role of yet another expendable pawn in your relentless pursuit of success. I refuse to be a stepping stone in your quest for greatness. After enduring years of being confined to a life shrouded in darkness, I've finally made the decision to embrace the shadows. There's something undeniably empowering about accepting the darker aspects of oneself. Farewell, Bakugo Katsuki, I'll see you from the battlefield.

From the depths of my heart, the person you bullied so much that they became a villain, L/n Y/n.