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Tw: Sadish songs

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"Oh! This one seems a bit happier!" Hatsume said, looking at the screen.

Izuku, 13, was sitting in his room with headphones over his ears.

"Testing, one, two, three..."

"Hello everyone, Hero Singer here! Today I'll be doing a male cover of Sunflower from Sierra Burgess is a Loser requested by RockyLife101. "

"Rose boys in glass vases, perfect bodies, perfect faces. They all belong in magazines. Those boys the girls are chasing, winning all the games their playing. They're always in a different league.
Stretching towards the sky like I don't care, wishing you could see me standing there.
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me. If I could, I'd change overnight, I'd turn into something you like. But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me. But I know you don't have a clue, this sunflower's waiting for you. Waiting for you.
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny. And if I were him, maybe you'd pick me. But I know you don't have a clue, this sunflower's waiting for you.
Waiting for you."

"Thank you all for listening! See you next time guys, gals, non-binary pals, and gender fluid folks! Peace!"

"Wow! He can really sing!"

The next day.

"Wow! Did you hear the song that Hero Singer posted last night? He's amazing! He must have a singing quirk or something. Wonder if he's Present Mic's son or something!"

Izuku smirked, knowing that the two had no clue of who he was.

One year later.

Izuku, age 14 was in his room.

"Hello everyone! Hero Singer here and today I'll be covering Faith Marie's Toxic Thoughts, requested by TheWritingHero404."

"I start this off staring at a blank page
An open office document
A blinking cursor
Passing days
Without a single word
Some say it's absurd
Like I float along a stream of words unsaid
Choosing not to cast my net
But I spend so long questioning myself
If this isn't right
Then does that mean I failed?
Will my melodies ever live up
Will my metaphors be profound enough
Will I ever outdo myself
The ceiling gets higher and higher
It's harder and harder to shatter
And when I fall
I fall worse than I ever did before
Evaluating the damage no I just don't understand it
Conflicted my the very air I breathe
A love with hatred laced between

You can see it in my eyes
A child's spark light up the night
Constant search for approval, suffocated by refusal
Devouring my skull but never feeling full

Oh, dear I don't wanna be a burden
But could you please be a little more concerned with
The overactive mind of a believer
The toxic thoughts of an overachiever
Oh, dear if only you could feel it
The crippling fear of being deserted
You can't touch the heat of this fever
The toxic thoughts of an overachiever

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