His eyes skimmed to the next few entries then stopped at one.

Dear Diary,

Sho came up to me one day and asked if smiling made a difference in rescuing people. I don't know why he would come to me to ask. Or, ask a question like that?

Smiling was not a defining feature of Aizawa Shota. That wasn't him. He was blunt and serious, gloomy and harshly realistic when it came to things. I couldn't imagine him smiling as an everyday thing, but that just made me adore his smiles ever more.

Then I learned it was because of his intern. Zashi explained it was because His Purple Highness (which sounds like a name only a gay man would create) yelled at him after letting a burglar escape. That gay pro (no hate but he makes me so gosh darn mad how dare you yell at my precious emo baby) yelled at him because he wasn't smiling!

I don't know who he thinks he is, but Aizawa is not All Might! He doesn't smile, and if that's his usual, let him be! You think a hero that's dressed in all black like an edgy rockstar would smile as he did anti-villain crimes? No! There's no point in changing a person! That damn fucking- agh, I'm so fucking mad! Fucking...

Aizawa shouldn't change how he is. Smiling may be a way of lifting spirits but she knew that Aizawa wasn't cut out for that. With no flashy quirk, let alone a flashy outfit, Aizawa just wasn't the type to be in front of a camera, smiling like nothing was wrong. Aizawa knew better, he knew that he would never be a hero that was always in the spotlight, he said it himself that he didn't care what his hero name would be because he wasn't going to be shown in the media.

I wished Sho could see that he was better than what he thinks he is. I wished that his usual frown wasn't because of how much he underestimated himself, and the lack of faith he had in his abilities. I wish he could see he would be such an amazing hero.

I wish more than anything his usual frowning wasn't just because of how much he didn't believe in himself. I would rather want him to frown because he likes to act emo and depressed. Honestly, I think that that would just make him more hotter than he already is.

Fuck not this again. Agh! I should probably be doing my homework. See ya!

Sept. 13, 20XX

This was... this was the time of the work studies.

Oboro...

His breath hitched as rushing memories flashed by him of Oboro. How he stood there in front of his bloody body.

"Shirakumo! I did it!" Young Aizawa yelled at the top of his lungs. "I did it!"

In his pool of his sweat and blood, Aizawa kept screaming out cheers before his aching and exhausted body gave up on him, and he collapsed onto the floor, extending out his arms and legs as he laid down tiredly on the concrete. Before him was rubble from destroyed buildings, some debris scattered the empty and devastated streets. People soon started swarming around him, medics and other medical staff as other heroes who were still conscious and able to move, called for other backup heroes. He smiled softly at the beaten gigantic beast of a villain in front of him.

He had used his quirk against him. He had successfully beaten the villain! With his own hands nonetheless! He was able to stop the villain from destroying any more buildings, and he took him down without as little damage as he could. And it was all because of Shirakumo's words of encouragement. Speaking of Shirakumo...

"Hey, you alright kid?" a police officer asked as he approached his laying body.

"Huh?" It took him a while to respond. "Oh yeah, just... tired," he panted.

"You're an impressive one kid. Not even pros could have taken him down. Come on, we got to fix you up, you're bleeding," the male said, stretching out his hand. Aizawa gladly accepted it, getting himself back on his shaky knees as paramedics came for him.

"Thank you officer. But I didn't do it alone, it was because of teamwork. Shirakumo... he was cheering me on."

There was a tense silence between them.

"I'm sorry kid... but there were several injured, a few fatally wounded, but one death. We examined the body... he's your age. We assume he's a hero-in-training- his head got hit by boulders that were falling down."

"No... no, that's..! I... heard his voice and everything! Oboro!" Aizawa jumped off of the paramedics bed, rushing to where he had seen Shirakumo from earlier.

"Kid! Hey!"

Aizawa stopped before the sight. Between the boulders of rocks were splatters of blood, and an outline that resembled a broken body. Some people were there, trying to move the rocks, but that was all Aizawa needed to see.

He looked down at his feet. A broken gourd, laid there near his feet, with its speakers and other components of the device sticking out of it. It was buzzing lowly, and he leaned down to pick it up.

"You can do it, Sho- You got this- You could do anything if you put your mind to it- You can do it, Sho- You got this- You could-" on and on it would repeat, with quiet static noise in between each fragmented sentence.

Oboro was never there in the first place.

He wasn't cheering him on.

He was gone before he even knew it.

That day, the world never felt heavier on his shoulders.

Aizawa paused his reading, bringing his hands up to his face as his bloodshot eyes began to tear up again. Oboro didn't deserve this death. Oboro deserved to have lived, he should have been known that he died protecting people. He should have gotten all of the praise! Why did he get the praise? What did he do, beat a villain?

Wasn't a heroes' job supposed to save people? He hadn't done any of that. He didn't deserve any of the credit he was given to that day.

Why was it that he didn't deserve anything in the first place?

A/N: Sorry for the uh- feels I guess. Please vote and comment if you enjoy the chapter!