Midoriya's arms felt useless and completely numb.

Don't get him wrong, he could feel his shoulders and arms bruning in extreme pain, but he couldn't move his arms. It was as if they were paralyzed. He couldn't move his fingers at all.

It was way worse than rebreaking his bones in the Sports Festival--and that hurt like a son of a gun.

Midoriya clamped his teeth on his tounge, trying to hold in all the pain as he looked up.

A nomu?

He looked up at the tanned nomu. It was a beige color with a green tint. But it is also heavily injured. It had spots of burns that were almost deep enough to see the bone. A couple of it's ribs were sticking out of it's side and the head was halfway caved in.

Unable to see and function some muscles, the nomu was unsteady. It jerked at the smallest wind change, digging its sharp talons deeper into Midoriya. The elevation pressure was starting to make Midoriya get lightheaded as he wasn't really one for hights. If he was fighting, his mind was always elsewhere but other than that, heights were a big no no.

He was not scared of heights though.

Definitely not.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to regulate his breathing and take his mind from the pain.

Gosh, he missed the hospital bed.

Recovery girl was even able to buy him his own bed. Nezu had upped the supply budget this year due to a multitude of injuries and nurse visits.

Modoriya was an honorary member of the Nurse's office. As a joke, a photo of Midoriya was placed on the wall above his prescribed bed. One arm was in a hard cast, the other arm was wrapped in bandages and his left leg was also in a cast. It was close to the third week of school and Midoriya was accompanied by Kaminari to the Nurse's office. Kaminari had to help Midoriya on the way.

But after Midoriya was partially healed, he was casted and wrapped up. The teen was too tired to have much of Recovery Girl's powers work on him.

So he was half loopy on pain medicine, and all bandaged up.

Kaminari had told him to smile, so the greenette did and held up two thumbs up in the process. The greenette was the perfect victim for the photo Kaminari took.

Someone had printed the picture and hung it over Midoriya's new hospital bed as a joke.

Recovery Girl allowed it. She also got a good kick out of the quirky class's humor.

Midoriya was embarrassed at first, but grew to laugh at the picture.

Smiling, Midoriya was brought back to reality crashing down on him. The bird nomu began to experience a kind of turbulence. It's wings were giving out slowly.

Midorya gulped, this was not looking good.

He could feel the sharp talons edging deeper into his shoulders every jerk the wings made. He bit his tounge harder, trying to stop himself from making any noise.

The bird nomu screeched once more, an ear shattering sound.

Midoriya felt like his ears popped. Inside his auditory canal, he felt something slick moving around and trickling from his ear.

His world was both loud and muted at the same time, making him wince.

Any further screeches the nomu let out were muffled. And Midoriya could hear his own breathing.

And boy was he breathing fast.

Unable to hear but screeches and feel an immortal pain in his shoulders, arms, and  now torso, Midoriya took a better look at his surroundings.

He was above a forest. And it was fairly vast, seemingly nowhere near the city called Hosu.

How am I going to get back home if I'm nowhere where I started?

Midoriya started breathing slightly heavier due to his crippling thoughts.

I don't want to be stranded...

He was scared of being alone.

The irony of once being quirkless was leering in front of his face.

He was alone most of his life, everyone seemed to leave at one point or another.

His father left and barely calls in.

Kacchan left but recently he has come back. Midoriya smiled at the thought of Kacchan, they've re-established their bond.

Well not really.

They were once very close friends but now they fought like siblings in the middle of a war.

His mother sometimes left the house unannounced at night. Midoriya never questioned this odd habit of his mother, yet he would stay awake until he heard her return.

His kindergarten friends left too.

Everyone seems to leave.

So much to the point where he has developed slight separation anxiety with his mother and friends. He would always visit his mother at least twice a week to make sure she was okay and still in the house he was raised in.

And he always hugged his friend before leaving. He didn't  want to seem like a nuisance so he left them alone sometimes, but they often turned to him for cuddles.

It was sweet how they saw his need to be around the class. Afterall he was almost always seen with someone.

Being alone made him feel worthless.

It made him feel quirkless.

Vulnerable.

Utterly alone.

He looked over the forest below. Out in the distance he could see the dim lights of society from far away. He couldn't make out much, but a few skyscrapers stood up out of the small space he could see.

The sun was minutes away from setting completely, so Midoriya couldn't see much anyways.

He felt the turbulence get rougher and eventually heard a snap.

One of the Nomu's wing's bone had snapped under pressure. It was now trying to flap its good wing around in order to glide to safety. However the burns in the wings had gave way to holes, and flapping did nothing to stop their decent.

As it struggled to stay in the air, it dropped the most crucial thing.

Midoriya was now airborne.

Midoriya felt helpless as the wind whipped at his face. He couldn't use his arms to help catch him before impact.

His legs were useless all by himself.

His quirk...

He couldn't protect himself in case he misfires his quirk. It would simply recoil and attack his body. He didn't think he would survive with all four limbs broken.

He could barely make it back to civilization with two legs and bloodloss.

Midoriya felt tired. He couldn't hear much of anything. He was stuck between ideas. Fall to death or try to use his quirk to save himself.

The ground was getting closer, he could actually see the leaves of trees rushing below him.

He didn't like heights.

But he was not scared of them.

He didn't like falling.

But he had no reason not to get up after falling either.

He was not scared of being quirkless.

But he never minded his lack of a quirk, just the societal side effects of it.

He wasn't scared of losing friends.

But he would always be pained.

But I don't want to die alone.

Once Midoriya saw the branches a few meters below him, he took a deep breath and activated his quirk throughout his body.