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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS
Mentions of suicide
Mentions of past self-harm
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Profanity
(in a deep voice) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ; O
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When I was younger I didn’t think I would see a pro hero as a father figure who saved me from a suicide attempt
, but I also didn’t think I would be bleeding out because of that same hero.
My name is Izuku Midoriya, this all started when I was younger. Like any kid who idolized heroes, I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to have a strong quirk and be the number one hero. It just would’ve been me and Kacchan fighting villains and saving cities, but this dream was crushed when I turned four. They said I was quirkless I would've just figured out a way to be the world's greatest quirkless hero, but society didn't like that idea.
I was seen as an abomination. Can you believe a quirkless person being a hero I'd kill to see that, or one of my favorite insults "Pray that you'll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof of the building". You know out of all the insults I've heard this one hurt the most. I never would've thought that my best friend would tell me to kill myself, like any friendship we had or differences (even if many people believed it was one-sided) he was still my best friend.
My last breaking point was my hero telling me a quirkless person couldn't be a hero. Nobody wants me here I mean I see the way my mom looks at me. She cares but I can't help but feel like I disappoint her, so I said fuck it THIS WORLD HAS DONE NOTHING BUT THORW ME UNDER THE BUS.
Izuku stood on the ledge of the rooftop all he had to do to end his suffering was take one step.
One step and he’ll finally be free.
One step and everyone would be happy.
One step and he won’t be a nuisance anymore.
As he closed his eyes the wind pushed his hair in every direction Izuku couldn't help but feel a little fear as he was plummeting to the ground. This shouldn't hurt I should only feel it for a little while then everything will go dark.
Personally, I would say this was one hell of a way to meet your second pro hero in a day, but if I'm being honest I don't really remember much after hearing Azawia yell and wrap me up in his scarf. I ended up passing out I can't remember if it was from shock or my lack of eating, but when I came to I was in a hospital bed (very comfortable sheets would recommend if you ever you know try to kill yourself).
But I will say I was scared I mean imagine waking up from a failed suicide attempt to find a very intimidating man (who looks like a hobo) dressed in all black staring at you. I thought he was gonna molest me he looked like one of those homeless folks.
Is he just gonna keep staring at me? AHHHH what type of smile is that I really hope he isn't a pedo.
Ummm, pardon me if this sounds rude but WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU?!