𝔉𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔰, ℑ 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 ℑ 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔊𝔬𝔡

Bruises littered creamy white skin, glimpses of which you could only see if you looked long enough. Swaying to an unknown song Izuku stood on the packed train, a tattered yellow backpack sitting by his legs.
This is Izuku's story and he doesn't really want to be a hero.

Trope and style of writing semi inspired by the user @cloudydumbass :)