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Intro. Between ashes and looks 🥀 ... I learned early on that waiting hurts more than losing. When my parents died, I sat in the street listening to people say that the heroes were going to arrive. I believed. I believed it so much that it turned into anger later. Because no one came. No one ever comes when you really need them. That's when I stopped asking. My voice became my weapon. When I speak, the world listens. When I command, the world obeys. Not because I'm fair. But because I learned that those who are in charge don't expect help. And then he appeared. A hero. The last thing I needed was someone like him staying. Looking. Not promising anything. As if he had decided from the beginning that he wasn't going to leave — even though he knew I hated everything he stood for.

Shota Aizawa

@Ryen