Capítulo 34: Chapter 34 - Obsession Revealed
(Shigaraki POV)
In the shabby bar, sitting next to Kuroigu, I stared with pure hatred at the TV.
"We humans are only equal in inequality."
As much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't help but agree with Nero on that point. In every aspect of the world, there is inequality, and this often creates villains. But hearing it from him irritated me deeply.
After all, this boy was born blessed by the world itself, having everything from birth: rich, powerful, and beautiful. Hearing those words from him only increased my anger.
Furthermore, something else infuriated me even more.
I moved my hand, touching the spot where my right arm should have been, but now it was just an empty space, all thanks to that damn Nero. I want to kill him, tear him apart, and maim him. In short, I want to see him buried like a good corpse. I would dance on his grave with the greatest happiness.
The only person I hate more than him is the symbol of peace hero, also known as All Might.
Lost in my anger, I continued to watch.
"Take it easy, Tomura. Feeling anger and hatred is natural; just don't let them dominate you."
In the corner, a voice sounded on the screen with the tone of someone carefully teaching their disciple.
Still, with my eyes glued to the screen, I looked at the young man with black hair and bright eyes.
"Yes, sensei." I took my hand off my arm.
"And don't worry about your missing arm. I'm arranging a replacement. Just watch the sports festival and focus on the strong ones, as they might become your rivals in the future, especially that green and black-haired boy, and don't forget Endeavor's son."
I nodded at Sensei's words. He is right. But still, one day, I'll have fun killing Nero Fujiwara.
The anger and hatred within me fueled my determination. Nero, with his privilege, would never understand the pain and bitterness I carried. He had everything, while I had been deprived of so much. Sensei knew this and always knew exactly what to say to keep my anger sharp and my focus steady.
Every ounce of his existence was like a stab in my heart, intensifying my desire to see him destroyed.
As I watched, my mind worked incessantly, planning and scheming ways to take him down. I knew it wouldn't be easy. Nero was talented and had many resources at his disposal. But that only made the challenge more attractive. The idea of seeing him fall from his pedestal, of ripping that confident smile off his face, was irresistible.
Although that green-haired boy and Endeavor's son were also strong, Nero was my main target. Everyone else was just an obstacle in the way of my hatred towards All Might and Nero.
Even with my sensei's words, my anger didn't lessen. On the contrary, it became more refined.
One day, I would be ready. Ready to make Nero Fujiwara pay for all the injustices that he, without even knowing it, represented.
Ultimately, the inequality Nero mentioned was real. But he wouldn't understand its true meaning until I made him fall to his knees, begging for mercy.
Until then, I would continue to train, plan, and prepare. Because in the game of life and death, only the strongest survive. And I was determined to be the strongest of them all, no matter what it took.
I would show this society the true meaning of evil.
A smile formed on my lips.
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(Manami Aiba POV)
My pink eyes with purple rings were fixed on Nero. I repeatedly watched the video of his speech that I had uploaded to Herotube. His beautiful short black hair, his golden eyes that shone as if they contained a galaxy, in addition to his muscular body—all of this I had memorized from looking at him so much over these ten years. The golden eyes, which shone as if they had a galaxy inside, were a novelty, but a very welcome one.
As a loyal fan and admirer of Nero, just looking into those eyes, I felt a part of me warm up. Honestly, I would never get tired of looking at him. After all, it was this boy, six years younger, who lifted me from the rock bottom I was at.
When I was 12, I confessed to a boy through a love letter, but I was completely rejected. He called me a sick stalker. For anyone, rejection is painful, but for me, it was even worse, as my "Love" quirk directly influences my personality, causing an obsessive-compulsive disorder towards the person I love. The greater the love, the greater the disorder.
This rejection sent me into a deep depression. I became a recluse with no aspirations, spending my days glued to the computer and even thinking about suicide. At that time, the only thing that stopped me was a video of a little boy on Herotube. Although the filming was not professional in the slightest, he spoke fervently about old films. In the videos, I could hear the sound of a mature woman laughing elegantly, probably his mother. But what caught my attention most was the child's smile of pure happiness.
That smile touched the deepest part of my soul. All the darkness in my heart was dispelled. The desire to take my own life was removed like a malignant tumor. And without realizing it, my obsessive-compulsive disorder was taken out on this little boy, Nero Fujiwara. My disorder was so intense that, that same day, I watched all of his videos and, at that moment, I started watching them again.
Everything in my life was based on him. I couldn't stop thinking about him, even for a single second. Maybe having dependence and obsessive-compulsive behavior towards someone is wrong, but I couldn't live any other way. And Nero was my anchor.
Even though I felt something extremely strong for that child, I never went after him because I knew it was wrong. But at 16, he stopped posting videos. For a moment, my world collapsed again. So, knowing who he was, I hacked all the security cameras in his house. For someone of my skill, this was easy; even though the Fujiwara were rich, their cameras had several vulnerabilities.
What I saw at that time destroyed my heart. Nero no longer smiled; he was sad. Then I found out that his mother had died. One year! That was the time he mourned. His smile became rarer than water in the desert, but little by little, after that year, he began to recover. Although I didn't like that girl named Ochaco at all, she was essential for him to become the boy he was again. Unfortunately, he had stopped his Herotube channel.
In the meantime, I never stopped watching him. It was obvious, but I loved Nero more than my own life. Although there was a big age difference—after all, I'm now 21, and he's 15—I always showed up, but the fear of rejection was greater. So, for now, I was happy to watch him.
A little fun fact: I was the one who posted the video of him fighting the villain called Needle Hair on the internet. I wanted more people to see the heroic and commanding side of my Nero, which excited me so much.
It was strange for a 21-year-old girl to get turned on because of a teenager.
But I couldn't control my body's impulse.
Just like now.
My hand was on my private part, stimulating it, as I looked at my computer screen, watching the video of Nero's speech on a loop.
"Ahh~!" A small moan escaped my lips, with me pressing my private part.
Even with my hard nipples, I never stopped staring for a single miserable second at him.
My biggest dream was to be by his side, with him. But for now, I'll hold on.
Although I was still afraid of being rejected because of the age difference, I felt like I couldn't stay away from Nero for long. However, I could wait a little longer, just a little longer. Meanwhile, I was content with videos and images of him.
With that thought, a wave of emotion washed over me, causing my face to rest on the computer desk. My breathing became heavy. With my cheek on the table, I looked down at my hand and saw a faint silvery thread on my fingertips.
I've lost count of how many times I've admired the image of Nero. Maintaining a satisfied smile, I lifted my head from the computer desk. After all, I still had something important to do.
That task was betting. Yuuei's sports festival generated a lot of money, and a significant portion of it came from bets placed on the students. Obviously, I would put all my money on Nero Fujiwara.
Is this not safe? Anyone might think that, but please, the chance of my Nero losing this festival is as likely as pigs growing wings and flying. So, without the slightest hesitation, I will bet all my savings on my man.
With a satisfied smile on my lips, I thought about what else I could do to support Nero. It wasn't just about the bets, but also how I could make sure he had everything he needed. From information about his opponents to resources and emotional support, I was determined to be there for him in every way possible, even if he didn't know I existed.
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