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Izuku slowly stepped up the stairs towards his apartment. Green locks blocked his line of sight, water droplets devoid of his attention. His clothing soaked, the burns from Monday still showing through. Today was Thursday. He probably should have been grateful they didn't dispose of his clothes, he would rather this than going back in whatever they had in the lost and found section. Accepting his fate, Izuku continued up the stairs towards his apartment, the icy wind only farthing he wanted for home and needed to be dry. His eyes met the brown wooden doorway of his not so sweet abode, a yellow note plastered to the wood drew his attention. Curious, he pulled the note from his doorway, now noticing the plastic sleeve used to contain it and likely to protect it from the rain, Izuku opened it with delicate fingers noticing the importance of such a thing.

Evicted.

No. No no no no no no no no...........

Izuku clutched the ragged clothing loosely covering his chest, his shoulders rose and dropped at an increasing speed, the corners of his vision slowly turned black. He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain from the sudden drop as his head followed with his body and connected with the floor. His hands clung to the outskirts of his ears, trying to drown out the mashed and scrambled song of the world, a sound he was reminded had half its audio missing. Eyes, somehow dry and yet dripping with a bleeding emotion. Fear.

He couldn't go back, not to the streets. He could handle the mouldy food, scraped from the innards of alleyway rubbish bins. He could handle the haunting frost and the nagging rain. He could even handle the sorrow filled stares that found him through the alleyway. No, what he couldn't handle were the others. The other homeless people, the men too fed up with life to care about the law. Or the feelings of a young child. He couldn't handle that feeling again, the pain that continued the tamale in places one shouldn't have to experience. It nearly broke him permanently. For a short time it did, as the few months were washed away by the weekly visits of vulgar men, no matter where he would travel to no matter how far he had gone. They always returned, he wouldn't realise at first but the sound of metal unceasing or a slow zip unfastened would give it away. Then there would only be pain.

He would rather be beaten bloody by those horrid people than suffer THAT again. He would rather... he would rather die.

A moment of clarity consumed him, the once shaky, almost unstable rise and fall of his back became slow and organised. His eyes once washed over with fear; fear of a past one would give everything to forget, that fear cleared as emerald eyes focused. Forest green turned lime as rain continued to beat down upon his back, his soaked clothes stuck to his skeletal figure. His head rose, Izuku watched the rain fall, silently, each drop reflecting the face of a broken boy. The broken boy who had decided he suffered enough. A broken boy who would rather die than suffer again. So that's what he would do.

Izuku had pushed through life, through the dark swamp that was his preteen years. He had pushed through the sewers of his early teens and he was only halfway through the desert that was his young adult life. Izuku thought he had found an oasis in the dry desert. A vast pool of clear, sky blue water, surrounded by a mesh of green grass and life. Trees stood tall, light brown bark layered its outside like scales, all to protect the treasure at the top. A sigh had been placed on the outskirts of such a paradise, it was the adalin ads logo.

Thats what it was in the end, a paradise lost in the never ending sea of sand and dust. Even clint, the horrible man that he was, only accounted for a small burnt patch of land that was the oasis. It had given him a home, a way to earn and eat, a way for him to have a future, a way to push through the rest of this desert. Where he could finally find a home, a real home. All it took was crossing this ever expanding desert and he was free. But that small burnt patch, hidden in the vast expanse of greenery, became red and orange once more, eventually burning down the oasis, his oasis to the ground. That was it, he was done. If the world wanted him gone so much then why fight it, why even try.

Izuku opened his eyes as the world around him seemed to change. No longer at his old apartment doorway, the lined doorways disappeared as he found himself staring down upon the city that had caused him so much grief. The sun was rising, had he been here all night? Why wasn't he cold? No, he was, he could feel the shiver in his limbs, the still wet clothing shift and stir as the chilling wind wrapped itself around him. His green hair pulled down blocking off most of the sky around him, the only view given to him was down below. The ground. It made sense, just fall and everything would be over, the pain, the loneliness, the fear and dread. Just snuffed out in a moment. All he had to do was fall, so why was it so hard to take even a step forward.

Izuku looked towards the rising sun, his eyes slightly burned at the image, but the view...it was magnificent, he wouldn't mind if it was his last. A moment passed, lost to time and a black silhouette emerged from the sun. A shadow cast down towards Izuku, helping to cover his already shrouded face in darkness. It continued its approach, growing in size while shrinking in distance. Noticing its very obvious speed, Izuku quickly turned with his body once again under his command and ran towards the exit. Of course with his body being in the horrid shape it was he only made a few short steps before his body gave out. With a short eep, Izuku met with the concrete...again.

All Might landed onto the desolate rooftop with almost no time to spare as he became shrouded in a puff of smoke, it parted like a curtain to reveal a husk, a figure too hollow for what it represented. He glanced around the rooftop, seemingly glad for the lack of attention...until he saw wide lime eyes stare back into him. He continued to stare in disbelief at the boy laying backwards on the rooftop, a face of equal confusion resting on his features, he was short, clearly no older than 13 yet despite his young age his eyes held despair one shouldn't ever have to carry. He knew those eyes, his master held them with her just hours before her de... Toshinori hung his head, chastising himself on comparing a young boy to his own teacher.

Noticing the silence of the boy, Toshinori stepped forward, making sure to move as openly as possible, despite his clear lack of academic intelligence, experience has taught him to always be calm and slow when it came to talking and interacting with frightened individuals and if a boy collapsed onto the floor he was likely Scared by his sudden appearance.

"Hello young boy." He kept his voice low, more like he kept his voice as calm as possible, with only one lung he struggled to project his voice unless he was in his buff form. The boy reacted to his calling, slowly creeping back a desperate pleading look on his face. Noticing the boy's discomfort, he stopped his slow advance and moved to sit onto a metal exhaust. The boy relaxed as soon as he did, maybe the young boy thought he was a villain who had a quirk that could change him into another such as AllMight himself? Aizawa had thought such a thing a month ago when he first appeared at U.A, this boy needs to know he is the real deal or at least not a villain using the appearance of AllMight as a disguise.

"It's alright young boy, I'm not an imposter or a villain...its probably hard to believe but I'm the real deal" The child tensed as soon as he spoke, but confusion and fear turned into confusion and curiosity as he finished, Toshinori could see gears turning in his mind and he allowed himself some rest as he waited for the boy to process and react, he had the time, with his time limit done for the rest of the day and the slime villain captured by that new wood hero,Toshinori had some time to spare.

The child, very awkwardly, sat forward. With him sitting somewhat upward Toshinori could see his clothing and figure, it wasn't something he would have liked to wander across so early in the morning. His clothes were clearly damp and ragged, the noticeable creases and patchy holes were a dead give away. The clothing allowed Toshinori to see one more thing about the green haired child...he was starved, kid looked like he hadn't eaten in days, the clothes stuck to his nearly non-existent figure and all it did was show how famished the boy was, eyes sicken in, arms as thin as his wrist and a waist smaller than Toshinori's buffed arm bicep. Just looking at the child was painful. Why was such a young person even doing one rooftop so early in the morning. The more toshinori thought about the situation the more questions would reveal themselves, it was tough but during his mental monologue it seemed the boy had finished his own.

"Is your quirk that buff form? Kinda like a transformation quirk that makes you super strong?" The question made things much simpler, he could just say that the boy was correct and that he had a limit and be on his way, thinking harder Toshinori realised that this boy had given him an out for his quirk, he could just say his quirk was a transformation type similar to gigantanizm. He thanks the gods for giving him such an easy out, until he saw the boys gaze. It was cold, almost threatening, maybe he should leave out the limit.

"Yes, it's something similar, I can't go into details but you're smart for figuring that out so soon" the praise rolled off of his tongue, rehearsed and the young child seemed to pick up on the stale way he expressed it. Maybe he should have been more genuine with that comment. Toshinori was about to come up with a no doubt ingenious excuse to leave, but the boy's hand extended, it trembled under the wind. His fingers were pearl white, delicate like a while rose and held no strength, it reminded him of ..... First his master and then her, why did this boy seem to remind him of his past so much.

"Can I see your hero ID, that way I know you're telling the truth." It was odd, but Toshinori saw no reason to lie, his bony fingers latched onto the thin metal in his cargo jeans and revealed it to the boy. He walked forward, holding out for the child to grab, even if he tried to do something with it Toshinori knew he could get a replacement in a matter of hours, it wouldn't be the first time this would have happened and likely not the last.

Gazing back at the boy Toshinori watched as he inspected the metal ID, lime eyes traced the object with keen enthusiasm. Toshinori mentally tossed the idea that he could have handed the boy a well made fake, it was plausible, with the quirks being what they are he had no doubt there was someone capable of making a near identical copy. Of course there was one failsafe in every card to prove its genuine to the hero commission.

"What's your hero name again?" The question surprised him, how did this child not know of the symbol of peace? Toshinori was so taken aback by the idea of a child not knowing his identity, he failed to remember his hero name was on the card he just gave to the boy. Without thinking further, Toshinori responded to his question.

"How don't you know who I am? Not to sound pretentious young boy but I am the symbol of peace, AllMight". The second he uttered those words realization dawned upon him and he knew this child was far too smart for his own good. The card glowed a bright white as a 12 digit code displayed itself just a few centimeters above the plastic. It was the secret identification all heroes received in the multinational heroes Union. How a child knew top secret information blew his mind as he stared at the Greenette, most likely with a dumbfounded expression slapped onto his face.

"Y-your the real AllMight! What are you doing in Japan? Why are you in mustafu? Am I in trouble now because I know your quirk?". Shoulders were compact and arms were frozen as Izuku stood to attention, facing down japan's-no, the world's greatest hero. Not only had he revealed he knew classified information, he had also revealed the man's quirk.... He was so getting arrested, maybe that isn't so bad. He could have a permanent roof and be fed daily...

"Young man, i'm not arresting you". A bead of sweat traveled his sideburn, just thinking about how, ok the child was with being arrested of all things, it scared him. The boy was still locked together, he seemed rigid in form and even a buffoon such as himself could tell he was rigid with anxiety more than actual fear. Once he had spoken up the boy seemed to deflate, shoulders drooping showing off the little amount of muscle he owned. His knees started to bend and shake, whether it be exhaustion or the cold, he didn't know. But this kid was dangerous, he was smarter than he originally let on and he knew far too much.

"I apologize, but I have to get going. It was... it was nice meeting you, young...?". An Eyebrow raised, even if he planned on leaving quickly it wouldn't hurt to get the boy's name and if he was lucky then Nezu may have some information on why this kid knew so much. Looking back to the boy, Toshinori watched as he stared blankly into his ocean eyes, it seemed he was a bit slow on the uptake.

"Your name, may I know what it is?". The boy jumped, or rather lurked forward at his insistence. His eyes wash over in a jade so milky he almost thinks it is white. The shimmer of emerald only peeking from the eclipse. Toshinori knows, he knows he should leave him be, he should just accept his silence and move on knowing his secret is 1 person more closer to being revealed. He doesn't follow his gut today.

"Your name.".

"Izuku Midoriya.".

"Midoriya? As in "

"Yes."

"That explains it. But I only knew him to have 2 children. Are you a nephew?"

"No...I'm his son, he didn't want me. Because, because i'm quirkless."

"Quirkless? It's been awhile since i've met a quirkless person."

"AllMight?."

"Yes Mirdoriya?"

"I have a question, I just don't know how to phrase it."

"Go ahead young midoriya, I can answer your question but then i'll have to leave, i've got some important things to go through today."

"Ca-Can a Quirkless person ever be like you. Someone who can make the world a better place, can a quirkless pers-can I be like you."

The air stilled, the wind frozen in time, the sounds of life becoming a distant white noise. It was as if the world was watching, waiting, pushing him to answer. But he couldn't give the boy the answer he wanted, what he likely needed. A HERO'S life is dangerous. A quirkless person couldn't survive and he would be damned if he sent a boy to his death when he could do something else to benefit society. The wind once again pushed forward, the sounds of the city becoming more distinct, the world moving on, accepting his decision. Whether it be the right one he hoped to never truly know, Toshinori was always a coward.

"No, you can't."

"So just because you have a fancy power I'm useless, my brain, my body, you're saying it's all useless because I can't punch a man through a wall or scream loud enough to shatter glass or turn into some mythical animal." The child fell to his knees, arms dropped to his sides, hands scraping along the floor. He looked like a doll without its strings. He couldn't see the boy's eyes, his green hair made sure of that, the wind only allowing for the sight of his mouth, moving in quick speed. It was like the boy was doing some sort of indentation from one of the magical manga Naomassa's nephew keeps going on about. He reached out a hand, merely an inch or so from his head. Toshinori was always a coward.

Retracting his hand, he moved towards the doorway. Turning once more, Toshinori looked towards the drenched child. A sigh slithered from his lips, eyes downcast and head lowered.

"There are many jobs that can benefit society, but I'm sorry, you can't be like me." Pulling the eroded handle, tugging at the metal. Toshinori left the roof, mentally reciting the boy's name, adding it to the list of people who knew his true form. It was a short but valuable list.

Cold, vulnerable and damaged. Words used to describe himself by whatever mess his mind had become. Words licked at his skull, wracking around, forcing images into his eyelids; memories. Even AllMight thought he couldn't do it. The man who could do no wrong, the man who became the hope of society, who made evil cower, who gave a new meaning to justice, who said he wouldn't. No, couldn't become someone that others could rely on, he couldn't be someone who mattered in society, someone irreplaceable.

The wind beat his tattered clothes till they became dry, hardening as they encased him. The shivers died down, his body finally accepting the cold at the cost of limiting his movement.

A sneeze echoed through the air. Only furthering the feeling of loneliness.

What was the point of this, of him. Was he just fodder for some rich man's business? Was he going to be a point in another person's rise to glory? Why could his siblings be given golden paths to follow, while he sat at a deadend. Cause that's what this was right? A dead end? His end, if the majority of people believe that he can't be who he wants to be, what's the point in continuing on with who he is now.

Should he just jump? The question seemed to beat at the back of his mind, making its presence known. He entertained it knowing it would only push him further into the pit he had been born in. Would his parents even find out? How would they take it? Hina and Tanaka would probably be upset, they probably didn't even get told that he was abandoned. Probably assumed he ran away. He did, just not from them.

It was midday now, he could tell from the noise. It polluted the silence creating catastrophe in his ears, the wind only aiding in the ringing the abundance of noise caused.

Should he jump? How far down would he need to fall for his death to be quick and painless. Should he go headfirst or just fall on his back? Could the wind blow him into the building?

Blinking similar to the shutter of a camera, Izuku found himself half over the small block of concrete the building pathetically called a wall. The alleyway looked so tempting, just one push.

All he heard was the slapping of wind against his ears, the beat of his heart a thunderstorm in his chest. Eyes unaware to the impending doom, his fate sealed.

The body landed on a dumpster that had long been forgotten, neck snapping in the fall, head seeming half fazed into the ground. An island in the sea of blood. The few animals nearby fled in surprise. A lone black cat leaves the alleyway, spooking the few people walking nearby.

No one checks the alleyway.