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Dear Deku.
My therapist told me I should write letters to you. It’s part of some healing bullshit, but… well, I dunno. Maybe you're bored, wherever you ended up.
Aunt Inko leaves Katsudon out for you, and then it disappears. It was probably just the people in charge of cleaning that place who threw it out or something, but… I don’t know. I like the idea of you getting it.
Fuck this is so cheesy.
I thought I might make this book for you. It’s… yeah. It’s part of my therapy, I guess, so it might be a shitty gift, but I thought…
You never got to finish your book series, right?
I thought I could help, now that you... can't.
This is #14
I couldn’t bear to name it hero analysis. That was always your thing, anyways.
And I still gotta write letters to you. So it can’t all be like… hero information and stuff, but I thought it might be a cool gift to give you, when it's finished.
Anyway.
It’s been a few months since… everything happened.
We all read your notebook. It was…
Aunt Inko, she took it really hard.
You wrote that you being quirkless caused her pain. That this way the pain would go away, but that isn’t…
Look, I know you meant, like. It’ll be acute pain and then eventually it’ll fade away. I know you probably read that someone on one of your stupid fucking message boards or some shit, but that not what it feels like.
Inko wasn’t in pain when you were around, dumbass. You didn’t spare her from anything. You made everything worse.
She didn’t press charges, though. Just like you asked, right?
…
I applied to UA.
The entrance exam was okay. You would have aced the written portion. You probably would have even done well on the physical portion, if you were smart.
You would have been smart.
It was all about fighting robots. There was a number system. You kill them and get the amount of points that’s painted on them.
There are also points for saving people, and I know you would have been so good at that.
There was a girl there. Uraraka something or other. She reminded me a little bit of you. Smiling, bubbly, friendly. Big wide eyes.
She was going to get crushed by one of the big robots. Every was running away, but… If you were there you would have save her, right? That’s what I was thinking.
Yeah. You would have made it through.
I wish I could have told her about you. She would have liked you.
I can’t really tell people anything anymore though. My vocal chords stopped working. Therapist said it’s because of trauma, but I think it’s just a punishment from you. It is, isn’t it?
Because you were always so quiet about what was going on. Now I’m quiet, too.
It’s fitting, so I’m not complaining, really. I'm even learning JSL to compensate.
I do hope you’ll forgive me soon, though. When I become a hero, I want to tell the whole world about you.
...Ugh, Okay I'm rereading this and realizing... I don't sound like the Kacchan you used to know. This sounds like... not that. Not me? But I haven't really felt like "me" since, either.
I promise I'm still me.
God, this is still cheesy as fuck.
To make up for this train wreck, I'll write you an entry about Uraraka. Although I might have to ask her for a picture or something before I give this to you, because I can't draw like you do.
Did, I guess
Talk to you soon.
Kacchan.
P.S. I’m sure you’re probably wondering why I didn’t apologize here, I know my therapist was. It’s not because I don’t want to, but rather, I don’t think I’ve earned the right. So, Just for now wait a little bit, right? It’s coming. I promise.