Midoriya's breathe hitched as he looked down to the ground, his legs dangling over the railing. Somehow, the drop looked like a million miles even if it was nowhere near that and he let out a shaky breathe he didn't realise he was holding.

He could almost laugh as he felt tears begin to fall down his face, as he gripped tightly to the railings. He could finally accept a simple, depressing fact.

Deku. His name was Deku. Kacchan was right calling him that, because he was and always would be useless. For so long, he'd struggled futilely against the notion.

'I will be a quirkless hero!'

'Just because there hasn't been one before doesn't mean I can't be the first!'

What a load of crap. Even All Might had told him, just moments ago he had no place as a hero. But…. Then the boy had stopped to think.

There was nothing else, in the entire world he wanted to be. Nothing he would be able to train for, either it felt like. He didn't even put any non-hero schools down when he was asked to pick a high school…

So without being able to become one… he really was just a useless, unwanted waste of space. A burden on his mother, a drag on Kacchan…

He finally accepted what his classmates had been trying to tell him for years. He had no place in a society this. Nothing more than garbage.

And…..

And he knew exactly what to do with garbage.

How to solve his problems. How to stop burdening his mother, how to stop getting in Kacchan's way….

What to with the garbage: Get rid of it.

"If you really want a quirk so badly, pray you're born with one in the next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building!"

It must have been fate the final embers of his hope were crushed on a rooftop.

So now, he just had to make that final step. That final…. Simple… daunting….terrifying step.

He started to put his foot out, and there it stayed in the air as he gripped the bars tight. If he could do nothing else, he could at least do this.

He just had to let go.

Let go…

He could do it….

No he couldn't! His grip tightened as he pulled the foot back, breathe getting faster as he felt as though he would be sick.

'Dammit!' The greenette thought as he closed his eyes, cursing his cowardice. 'You really are useless…'

Taking a deep breathe, he turned and very carefully began to climb back over the railing and probably cry to himself like the pathetic quirkless Deku he was. Instead however, as he got halfway over and into the most precarious position it happened.

BOOM!

His eyes went wide as he instinctively let go off the railing, however this turned out to be a horrible idea as he was still leaning to one side.

The side that had a ten story fall before the ground. He tried to grab back onto the railing as he realized but before he could his foot got caught under and in his flailing twisted, causing him to yelp as he fell back.

And suddenly, with a crunch his foot came out and he had no way to grab onto safety. He saw blurs of colours as his body rolled in the air until finally, he saw the incoming ground.

And he saw a skinny blonde, All Might himself looking up in shock and horror. His body let off steam and the man began to bulk up but he wasn't fast enough. By the time he transformed-

SPLAT!

Midoriya's vision went black for a moment as the world became quiet and muffled. Vaguely he registered the pro hero yelling in panic something like "Young man."

He coughed and blood came out his mouth as he groaned. He felt horrific, but yet…. He didn't feel as though he was in pain. 'Adrenaline maybe?'

He twisted his head, looking up to the man who had crushed his dreams and in the process realized his left eye wasn't showing him anything. Maybe it had something to do with the round red and white object rolling away from him that could have been said body part.

His body began to heat up, feeling unnaturally warm and a green tint began to fill his vision. Had he been able to see his body, he would of realized he was glowing.

Still, he noticed no such thing like this, one last bitter thought going through his head as he left the cold embrace of the black abyss take him.

'So useless the universe had to do it for you. A Deku to the end….Sorry….. Mom….'

All Might felt as though he was going to be sick as he paced around the hospital corridor. He wasn't family and he couldn't reveal his secret so he could only get so far through the hospital but he was terrified.

'This is my fault! I let him down and left him on his own! The least I could of done was walk him home.' He looked up to where he had seen them cart of what should have been the horrifying, mangled mess that was the body of Izuku Midoriya.

However, the blonde found himself uncertain if that was even true. In his panic to try to save the teen, phoning an ambulance and unsuccessfully trying to get him to retain consciousness he had eventually had to back off as the boy's body took on an unnatural hue.

The pro's body shook, sweat pouring off of him profusely as he looked down at the 'body'. In truth, it was more of a pile of blood then anything else, only the upper half properly surviving.

If the fanboy lived, he likely wouldn't be able to walk ever again. At least, that's what All Might had thought but as heat began to seemingly radiate from the teen and the glow continued to brighten his eyes went wide.

'I- No way…. I thought he was quirkless?! Unless….. Oh young man….'

He took a tentative step forward.

And the body exploded, causing the blonde to try to shield himself. The light became to bright to take in as streams of it shot down the street, all in a magnificent light show that cracked the concrete and shattered the nearby windows.

Then finally, it stopped. He turned back and quickly hurried over to assess the situation as he finally heard the sound of sirens in the distance. He knelt down, vision still obscured by the small amount of glow that remained around the teen's body.

Then it began to fade and the skinny man's jaw dropped as he saw the legs that had been naught more than paste were back. Though they seemed oddly smooth for a boy of his age. "What the heck young man-"

The glow finally faded fully and the pro was outright ready to faint in shock and confusion.

"Young w-woman?!"

All Might gritted his teeth at the new memory as he fiddled in his chair, ready to full his hair out with the anxiety. Explaining to the ambulance driver had been a hassle but eventually he bought that the girl needed immediate help when he saw the blood.

Now, all Toshinori could do was wait. Somehow he doubted the… kid would want to see him when they woke up but he at least wanted to know they would be in some sort of stable condition before he left.

As he gritted his teeth, leaning back a new bustle of activity caught his attention and he looked over, grimacing when he saw doctors rushing a patient through on a gurney.

He could make out light blonde hair, flecked with blood and-

'No…no no no…'

"What the hell happened to this kid? Who is he?!" One of the nurses questioned as the blonde felt his heart constrict, his throat tightening.

"Think his name is Bakugou. Some slime villain went on a rampage, no hero had the ability to stop him. All Might was chasing him but never showed up so now we got this mess!" Another explained quickly, and finally something inside All Might snapped.

He leant back in his seat, mouth agape, vaguely aware of a tear that began to roll down his face.

He failed….

The first thing Midoriya was aware of as he came to, was an annoying beeping noise to his right. The eternal blackness before him a disturbing sight. His eyes began to flutter open, as light poured in.

He flinched as the brightness was far to intense at first, but after a moment he adjusted and began to sit up. That's when he realized.

Something was really, majorly wrong. For one, he was alive. He definitely recalled being in the middle of dying a minute ago. Unless he was really dead and in the after life.

He kinda doubted the after life looked so much like a hospital room though. He turned his head to the left, noting that the place seemed to be barren and used his left hand to push himself up, feeling some odd sensation tickling his back.

His… weirdly small and undamaged left hand. That wasn't right. Confused he inspected it, finding lines in the wrong place and hairs missing along with much finer skin.

He knew for a fact he had a burn mark there at the start of the day. Was it healed when he brought in? Did…. Did All Might take him here?

"What the heck is- WHAT THE HELL?!" He squeaked out, eyes going wide when he began to talk and his voice didn't come out. Instead, some chirpy and high-pitched voice did.

Either way, it seemed to attract attention as a curtain pulled back and a doctor with grey hair and a tired, wrinkly face looked in. His face lit up on seeing the teen, a mixture of relief and worry on his features.

"Ah, miss Mi- I mean, mister Midoriya. Good to see you have awoken. I am doctor Toju. Do you remember anything? About why you are here or that?" The man questioned, as he walked up to the greenette with an almost sad look.

Midoriya just looked down, not really keen to answer beyond a nod.

"Yes. Quite the situation to end up in. I'm afraid, it also means we will have to keep you here from some time." The doctor explained, as he pulled out a mirror from under the bed. "Now…. You may notice you are in remarkable health for someone who fell the height you did. You may also notice some… irregularities about yourself.

"You mean like my voice? What's happening?!" He demanded, concerned and flabbergasted. Toju let out a sigh, looking up to the teen.

"I believe you were under the impression you were quirkless?"

"Yes because I-" Suddenly, his eyes went wide as the implication of that sentence set in. "Wait…. You're not saying…."

"There is an incredibly, incredibly rare chance. Nought point three percent chance but…. Some people with quirks may still retain the second joint in their pinky. It would seem you are a part of this group, and your quirk, having only come out in the event of your… well death, means you are not quirkless as we thought." The grey haired doctor revealed, as the teen felt his brain begin to fry. "Until you give it a name, we are simply referring to it as regeneration. To keep it simple, upon the event of your death, it seems your quirk will kick in and save your life. It comes at a price however."

"A-a price?"

"Yes. Well two prices really. It caused a great deal of property damage as energy explodes from you in the process but…. More personal to you…" Toju sighed, slowly turning the mirror and handing it over. "You may want to brace for a shock."

Taking his advice, Midoriya took the mirror and, after taking a deep breath, too in his reflection.

Or, he realized as his mouth dropped, a pair of shimmering purple eyes staring back, HER reflection. "What…"

Aside from her vibrant, confused eyes she had long luscious locks of straight strawberry blonde hair that fell down in two strands over two moderately sized…. Protrusions from her chest.

She had a small button nose, a pronounced set of lips and the greenette's old freckles were entirely gone. She lifted a strand of her hair, seeing she had almost comically small ears and finally her eyebrows that shared her hair color were small, and delicate.

"What on earth…"

"It seems, in order to avoid death your entire form shifts around. From an outsiders perspective it might be fascinating but…." Sitting down, Toju stared her right in the eye, revealing the final bit of news. "Without any knowledge of the quirk, we could only do so much and it seems you will have none either."

"So…."

"So, I'm afraid there is no way for us to revert you back to your normal form. I'm afraid…. You will HAVE to live with this new body, as there is nothing we can do. Not without killing you at least, though then we couldn't be sure you would regenerate again." The doctor sighed, as Midoriya gaped.

Silence fell, and after a moment she just laid back, looking up at the ceiling.

It…. It really happened. Even if not in the way she intended….

She killed herself. Was this…

A second chance? Or was this a curse? Bestowed onto her for trying to escape her horrible existence?

Only time would tell. Before answering any of that though, a more important question had to be dealt with.

"Why do I have a craving for fish fingers and custard?"