Class 1-C (My Hero Academia Fanfiction) - Book 1

Me Against The World

A/N: The Final Flashback's of Yin's past...

-Flashback #4-

A ten year old Yin walked across the school hallway. Everyone moved away from him as if he was contagious.

Yin:....

???: Oi! Villain!

Yin turned around to see the School Bully's Jason sneering at him.

Yin: What do you want?

Jason: You were thinking of killing someone or turning them into your slave, weren't you?!

Yin: No...Please leave me alone. I'm not a villain...

The bully cackled like an maniac.

Jason: YOU ARE A VILLAIN!

Then his cronies came at his aid with evil smirks on their faces.

Jason: AND WE WILL BRING YOU TO JUSTICE!!!

Yin gulped and made a run for it. The bullies followed not too close behind. He tried to avoid them as much as he could but he was soon surrounded.

They then grabbed him by his arms preventing him from moving. No matter how much he struggled. He was trapped. He couldn't even use his quirk against them thanks to society's rules of quirk usage.

Jason: This is what you deserve, villain.

No one was going to help him now...

Not the other students...Not the teachers...

No one wants to help him...

Yin closed his eyes as the fist connected to his face.

.....

Sometime later, he woke up alone in the back of the school with a black eye.

Whimpering, he limped home with his uniform covered in scrapes, blood, and bruises...

The reason why he didn't go to the school nurse is because even she wouldn't even look at him. Like everyone else, she viewed him as a monster.

Yin: Why....? Why Me...? I don't want this....

-Flashback #5-

Sometime later...

Yin became emotionless.

But overtime, he begin to grow an burning hatred for his father.

He begin to disobey him.

Because he knew he would get Yin.

One way or another.

Yin had picked up the scissors. He thought of all the possibilities of not doing what anyone besides suicidal people would do. But...

Yin: Who cares what happens to me anyway....

The scissors connect to his skin before he started cutting.

One cut. It hurt like a bitch.

Two cuts. His blood was pouring. It hurts so much.

Three cuts. It starts to feel better...but worse as well.

He cut his wrists more open...

Cut...

Cut...

Cut...

He smirked as he looked at his bloody wrists and hands.

Yin: So Good...

Cut...

Cut...

Cut...