"If you think you'll have a quirk in the next life, why don't you jump off the roof!?"

Those words continued to circle in Midoriya Izuku's head. Yeah, he was used to Kaachan burning him, pushing him, and screaming at him that he's weak and useless, and while all of that hurt, he had never been this cruel. The look in his tormentor's eyes shook him to the core. Izuku had always thought that despite what Kaachan did, they were still friends. That he still cared at least a little bit.

After this, he found out just wrong he was.

"Why don't you jump off the roof!?"

Kaachan had been serious when he said it. He had meant every word.

'Why?'

That was the question he'd been asking himself for years. Why did Kaachan hate him so much? What did he do? He knew the answer though. He just hadn't accepted it. Hadn't wanted to believe it.

'I'm a useless, quirkless, deku.'

Izuku's eyes stung as tears built up and flowed down his cheeks. No matter how many times it had been said, he brushed it off. He was going to be a hero! Now though, even that dream was cruelly taken from him from the person he admired most.

After being saved from the slime villain, Izuku had grabbed onto All Might without even fully thinking about it. He needed to ask him. Upon seeing the true form of the number 1 hero, Izuku felt his heart drop. This all-powerful being, was no longer all-powerful. When he asked if he could still be a hero, despite being quirkless, the rejection All Might gave him broke his already cracked soul. The final nail in the coffin.

Izuku had stood there, just processing what All Might had told him, not even noticing the hero leave, nor the commotion taking place a little ways away. Maybe in another life, he would've gone to see what was going on, and taken a different path in life.

That wasn't to happen though.

Izuku just stood there, tears cascading down his pale cheeks, his eyes a dull green. The light that had stubbornly been there, had finally dimmed. The dream that he had held onto for dear life, the thing that kept him going, kept him sane, was destroyed.

He had nothing.

What was the point? Was there ever a point? Izuku couldn't help but wonder why he had held on so tight. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. He hadn't wanted to accept reality and kept himself in this bubble he created of fantasy. No, he had to face reality. The harsh, cruel, reality.

He was quirkless.

He could never be a hero.

Kaachan's words echoed through his head one more time and Izuku stopped fighting it. Stopped seeing the point in fighting.

Izuku silently made his way back down to the street and trudged his way back to the school, a sense of defeat radiating off of him. Upon reaching the school, he went inside, and ran to the stairs to avoid any teachers that might've stayed late. The greenette made his way to the roof and just felt the reality of his situation crash upon him. He felt as if he were suffocating and drowning in tears. Izuku forced himself to breathe as he dropped his bag to the ground. He bent down and pulled out one of his hero analysis notebooks. Without flinching, he tore out a blank sheet of paper, and with the pencil he always kept with his notebook, he wrote a note. That's what everyone did so why not him. Let the world know that it was right.

The world wasn't fair. Nobody was born equal.

Izuku put his finished note on his bag, weighted down by notebook, and walked to the edge of the roof. Standing on the ledge, he looked down. 3 stories up, and despite that, he didn't feel an ounce of fear. Just a dark acceptance. He looked out at the town and saw the sunset. He just couldn't bring himself to admire the beauty of it and closed his eyes. The young boy sighed and felt himself relaxed.

"Goodbye…" Izuku whispered, as he took that final step and fell.

Another beautiful soul left this world much too soon.