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Here Izuku stood, on top of that stupid building. Nobody would care. All he was to everyone was a burden.
A Deku. Worthless.
Nobody Important. An Eyesore.
A Quirkless, dumb, stupid person who didn’t deserve anything, who didn’t deserve life, who shouldn’t ever be born, and should just. Die.
A deep sigh. No. It couldn’t be true.
… But it wasn’t true.
Why did people look at him weird while walking around town?
Why did he get bullied, to the point where he had to self harm. To not eat for weeks. To cut and scratch himself. Standing on top of bridges and buildings, hoping that a strong breeze came along. All while having injuries that most pro heroes wouldn’t have in their career.
Why does all the adults in his life just not care. To call him a ‘problem child’. To tell him he wasn’t good enough. That others were better than him. ‘A waste of time’ they said. ‘Useless’ they said. Harsh glares. Pointed glares. Looks of pity, that hurt more than the others.
Even now, his peers. Anytime he did something that ‘wrong’. Anytime he looked down. Anytime he did anything.
“You don’t know what it’s like.”
“This isn’t you!”
“Stop doing that, you're an idiot.”
Long sighs. “Why do you keep doing this…”
Who was he kidding. Nobody loved him. Nobody wanted him. Nobody wanted him alive.
Everyone was out for him.
And maybe, in another life, this is where something happened. Another life where someone stopped him. Where he decided to stop himself. Where he miraculously lived. Not in this world.
One Step.
Two Steps.
Three Steps.
And
Off
He
Went.
Flying was fun. Or falling, he guesses.
Distantly, he thought he heard screaming, but it was probably just the wind in his ears.
Hitting the ground was, fulfilling, as odd as it might seem. Quiet buzzing, feeling of blood leeking. Too bad he didn’t fall on his neck, but at least he has some time to think.
He made sure to put his backpack next to his shoes, where the red high tops sat far away from the edge. Couldn’t have them get ruined, they were expensive. A suicide note was tucked into his pocket, as well as a copy of it in his backpack.
His uniform, hero costume, and hero license were also in his backpack. Too bad they were resources used by a useless person. Could have been used for something or someone more important.
The quirk was passed down to Mirio. At least it’d be used by someone more important. Sold all of his merch, and left in it an envelope for his Mother. She could use it for funeral expensises. Or maybe a nice vacation.
Maybe if he wasn’t in the middle of dying, he’d hear sirens wailing in the background. Confused screaming. But he didn’t.
Finally, after what seemed like an enertanity, he felt himself slipping away. Letting himself rest,
He
Went
Under.
//
Class 1-A had planned to go to a movie theater. Their classmate, the golden sunshine boy, had declined, but that was okay.
Walking alongside the sidewalk, the class passed a abandoned building. A couple people looked up coincidentally at that moment, and stopped. The rest of the class, being curious, also looked up.
Just in time to see their classmate, the ‘sunshine boy’ of UA, Deku, Midoriya or whatever you called him, jump.
Some of them screamed, but in confusion, it wasn’t clear who did and who didn’t. A splat and crunch of bones, later, and somebody had called the police and ambulances. Then watched as their classmate, their friend, eventually stopped breathing.
Silence fell, the eye before the storm. Then, as the day was ending, as the sunset, a group of classmates, friends, mourned.