This keeps happening to him.

Why does this keep happening to him?

He gingerly reaches to pick his notebook out of the pond. Kacchan had thrown it into the koi pond outside the classroom window. The pages would be ruined. His notes. They were for his dream to become a hero. They would help him... they were meant to help him.

Kacchan's words about a 'swan dive' ring in his ears, not that he ever would go through with something like that, nor give it much thought in the first place. But the sting of the words and the look of contempt on who he thought was his best friend, well, his mind didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to feel angry, or upset, or to feel nothing at all.

He was weak. How is he meant to become a hero when he's pathetic like this?

He looks at the fish in the pond, watching them swim as the pond's surface gently ripples. They are peaceful. He wishes he could be as peaceful as them. They don't worry about anything. Don't fear anything. They simply swim, and eat, and swim some more. He wonders if they are ever sad. Do they have fish friends? Do they ever feel lonely?

He looks at the pond again. Maybe one day, he wishes he were as unfeeling as those fish, or any animal.

But, for now, it is not that time. He clutches his soggy notebook in his hands, he fears that if he holds it any tighter it will rip. It wasn't in the water for that long, it's still salvageable... right? It can't be ruined, this notebook is his hopes and dreams, an analysis of every quirk he's seen, a way to help him become a hero even without a quirk.

His eyes burn, the urge to shed tears ever present in the back of his mind.

"No." he mutters to himself, squeezing his eyes shut and wiping them with his sleeve. He was not going to cry. He couldn't. Not now.

He just had to find a way to dry his notebook, or maybe he'll have to rewrite everything. That thought isn't very appealing to him, at all. Although, if that's what needs to be done, he'll do it, he'll do anything.

For his stupid dream. His useless dream.