#//a warning that this is F1n **V** early on in-series

[truly-quirkless]

Their gaze rested on the Words just about their left wrist, written in choppy kanji. The Words that had filled them with hope when they were young, dread when they were a teen...and now felt like they were swallowing their life whole.

"...you deserved someone better..." Their other hand moved to cover them- but those two simple words repeated in their head, reverberating from the memory of their first meeting.

Hello there!

Their legs were slowly dragged closer to their body.

"...anyone...would'a been better..." Anyone other than them. Anyone who wasn't Quirkless- anyone who could stand beside him, who wasn't always getting attacked in alleyways or worrying about the return of a villainous murder-crazed brother.

Anyone.

You're just my punching bag, got that?

It'd be a mercy to kill you and free the poor fuck you're tied to.

I wonder if they'll even notice when you die.

"..." They wished they knew how to erase Words, in that moment.- Erase memories...erase their meeting. Erase the way they'd marred him- their shit-poor writing, penned on his arm forever.