I've come to the realization that I can't stop this from happening.

I don't know exactly how I got to the rooftop of Aldera Junior High, but now that I'm here, I can't stop looking at the drop down.

It fills me with exhilaration, knowing that this is how I will die.

Knowing that the last thing I will see is the sky as I fall backwards; the last thing I'll feel is the cold autumn air against my skin and my freckled face; the last thing I'll hear is the busyness of streets.

My feet take a small, involuntary step forward. My heart rate spikes, sending chills down my spine as my green eyes are drawn to the railing separating me from my quick death.

I pry my eyes off the metal and look at the city. How have I never noticed how beautiful it is? I had subconsciously decided to leave after nine, when there wouldn't be as many people out.

The city had an ambient glow of bluish-green, decorating the world with its light.

The sky was already dark with seemingly light blue, wispy, stratus clouds spotting it and all the stars were already out, dotting the sky with its punctuated brightness. I stood there, looking at the poignant scene, wondering how again I'd gotten to this point.

I don't think it was the bullying that made me want to do it.

Maybe it was what All Might said to me, or maybe it was when Kacchan told me to kill myself just earlier today. Or maybe it was from even before that.

Maybe it was bound to happen on that day in the doctor's office-- where Mom and I discovered that I had that extra joint in my foot. When we found out that I was quirkless.

A tear slides down my face, then another and another...

I hadn't even realized I'd been crying this whole time. I hastily wipe the tears away with my sleeve, trying to pull myself together, to breathe. God, I'm so pathetic.

I take a larger step to the metal rail. The drop to the cement ground is clearer now, and all the more inviting. My heart beats even faster, leaving my whole body shaking with anticipation and fear.

A slow gust of wind breezes through my soft, green hair, making me even colder than before. I rub my arms up and down, shivering in my black school uniform as I once again peer over the edge.

Slowly, I take off my red sneakers, one by one, and throw them to the side.

I force myself to hold onto the railing, but then-- What would Mom think?

I freeze at the sudden thought. I didn't leave her a note or anything like that... even I didn't know what I'd be doing until I got to this exact spot.

... She'd be sad, wouldn't she?

These last few weeks that I've been mentally absent, she seemed to be smiling less and less. We don't talk as much as we used to, though I guess it's my fault for not making an effort.

I'm the reason she doesn't smile anymore... but if I were to go, she'd be all alone.

I grasped my chest at the mere thought. I don't want to do that to her... I want her to be as happy as she was when I was younger.

Back then... when I hadn't become as depressing and pathetic as I am now.

I gripped the railing firmly, hoping to keep the sobs at bay. I've just been causing more trouble for her lately. She doesn't deserve someone as hopeless as me for a son.

She's better off without me.

Finally making up my mind, my other hand grips the railing as I climb over to the other side of it. Now there's nothing separating me from the freefall as I link my arms around the metal fence.

A dark, eerie wind dries my tears. My eyes widen in fear at the sudden reality of what I'm about to do. I'm shaking as I cling onto the railing, hanging on for dear life. Slowly but surely, I can feel myself slipping away. Every piece of me is crumbling into nothing.

My hope.

My courage.

My dreams.

My heart.

But one thing remained, towering over me in its menacing shadow.

My fear.

It froze me in place. Even as I knew what I wanted to do, even as I tried to move my feet forward, to walk over the edge and never look back... my fear wouldn't let me.

The dam I'd built to hold back my emotions imploded on itself and I could feel the physical breaking of my heart and mind.

I didn't dare to hold back my wails and cries as I screamed at myself in pure hatred.

This one, easy thing. How can I not even... I can't even kill myself properly...

The one thing that would make everyone's life better...  I'm so scared that I can't even jump... !

"FUCK!!" I screamed, my voice breaking.

My body only allowed me to turn around and climb back over the rail, and once I did, a weight was instantly lifted off my back. I dropped to the ground from the sheer relief and cried.

I curled onto myself, crying, screeching, wailing, breaking from the inside out. My throat was sore from all the screaming, but I kept going regardless.

How could I be so pathetic?? I can't even... I can't even...

I clenched my fist, pounding it on the cement of the rooftop.

"FUCK IT! FUCK IT ALL!" I cried. "I'm done with this shit!"

The tears and screaming were endless, none of which I could control. I sat against the railing and covered my face with my now bloody hands, hoping that I could contain myself to some extent. I've kept it inside for such a long time... what's a day more?

But living this same life for another day is even worse than I could ever hope to imagine.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't go to this school, where everyone'll keep reminding me how unfortunate I am, how pathetic, how weak... I'd never survive in the real world.

I can't live, not like this. I need a change-- something has to change -- !           

"Are you alright?"

My head shot up at the sudden interruption, my eyes widening from what I saw.

Right there on the rooftop with me, was a man whose entire body was a dark purple mist, except for his yellow, glowing eyes. He wore a shiny, metal brace along with an elegant suit and tie.

I stared at him for a couple of seconds, surprised at how quickly a hero found me.

Suddenly aware of what was going on, I abruptly stood up and backed myself against the railing, defensive. "Leave me alone! I don't need a hero saving me," I protested, keeping my head down.

The man seemed surprised, maybe even offended. "Oh, I'm no hero. Quite the opposite, actually."

I looked up. "Who are you?" I whispered, wary.

He didn't answer the question. Instead, the man asked, "You said that you didn't need a hero saving you. Do you not like heroes?"

I stood a bit straighter, weirdly grateful for the strange distraction. I'd always aspired to be a hero ever since I was a kid. They were my entire childhood-- I knew everything about them. There wasn't one hero I didn't know, not one quirk that I didn't study in my notebook, not one All Might video I didn't watch.

With no quirk myself, young, naive me had thought studying them was the next best thing. I knew how they all worked, how they all ticked. I knew the requirements, the prerequisites, the limits. Nothing fascinated me more.

But now... do I still like heroes...?

I grinded my teeth in disbelief at myself. How could I even ask myself that question??

"I hate them." I grunted.

The man's yellow eyes glowed.

"I hate them, I hate them, I hate them!" I lashed. "I hate them so much!! All they care about is their self-image, their fame, money!

They say that you can do anything-- as long as you have faith, as long as you believe. But once the cameras are gone and no one's looking, they don't give two shits!" I screamed with all my strength. "I hate heroes! Especially All Might, I hate them all!!"

We were enveloped in silence almost immediately.

"Oh," I muttered. I quickly looked up at the man to apologize, but was surprised to see a look of newfound interest on his face.

He stepped closer to me. "I'm Kurogiri."

The action only surprised me more. He's not questioning me?

It was a few seconds before I realized that he was waiting for my name.

"Uh, I'm Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya."

Kurogiri held out his mist-like hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Who is this guy who just randomly found me on a Junior High's rooftop? Still, I hesitantly shake his hand. "Likewise..." I murmured.

"I have a proposition for you, Midoriya."

I confusedly look at him. His yellow eyes convey nothing but sincerity. "A proposition...?"

"Indeed."

What could a stranger possibly -- ??

His gleaming eyes glowed brighter than I've seen them yet. Refusing to break our eye contact, anticipation glinting in his features, he asked,

"Would you like to join the League of Villains?"

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AHHH, WE FINALLY MADE IT!!

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