WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF SUICIDE AND BULLYING! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY AFFECTED!

I want all you guys who will read it to appreciate your lives more at the end of the chapter, so don't read if you think that it will make you have negative thoughts instead. SERIOUSLY, DON'T!

Also, Izuku here has glasses. And ESP powers... Yeah, that was a random idea, I know.

So, a few clarifications; this story was inspired by a video uploaded on youtube by Lycoperdon. The title is:Watashi no R (My R) BNHA PV - English Subs

Lycoperdon did a wonderful illustration. Go check out the video.

Izuku has glasses only for this chapter. Because of the video and all... Later on, he won't need them.

Ok, enjoy!

Come to think of it, he had had the opportunity to enjoy a similar view when he had hanged on to All Might's leg a few weeks ago, fueled by passion and excitement. The cars looked like tiny colourful sprinkles from up there and the buildings were merely matchboxes. Yes, from that height, everything seemed more interesting. He could view the horizon clearly. A bright orange blob was gradually sinking into the earth, the few puffy clouds had turned pink like sakura blossoms, the sky at the edges a soft purple. A beautiful scene indeed.

Izuku slipped his shoes off slowly, not hurrying at all. There was no reason to hurry after all. There was nobody to stop him there, on that roof high above the ground, where the wind lashed out at his tiny, frail body with all its force, ruffling his green hair. There was nobody to prevent it.

He hadn't prevented anything either. He had cause trouble for everyone instead. He had stalled All Might with his childish questions and stubbornness. Because of him, All Might had lost the villain, who rampaged freely in the streets after that. Because of him, Kacchan was in the hospital in a coma and no one knew when he'd wake up, if he would wake up at all.

All Might had said it. Izuku's classmates had said it. The teachers had said it. The doctors had said it. He, himself, had admitted it as well. His mother had tried to hide it from their daily lives, a desperate attempt to erase it. But the fact was there, plain as day.

Izuku would never become a hero.

He was jealous of them all, those quirk kids that had the chance to be whatever they wanted. They had always been superior. He could never be their equal. There was no equality in the world.

He thought of all those times his notebooks had been thrown into the water, or shredded to pieces, all the times he had found scribbling of cusses on his desk, all the times someone had started teasing him in the middle of break and made him drop his lunchbox, all the times he had been put against a wall and forced to endure harsh comments and humiliation, all those times he had been kicked for no apparent reason, all those times-

Izuku gingerly touched his bruised cheek. Somebody had thought it funny to hurl a chair into his face. He was glad that he wouldn't have to give an explanation for it at home.

He hated the world for being unequal. But most importantly, he hated himself for being a worthless piece of shit for thinking like that. All Might would never hate the rest of the world for such a selfish reason. That's exactly what Izuku couldn't take; all the negativity that had started to build up inside him ever since the day that he was made to see the truth.

Izuku took off his yellow cardigan. It was his favourite, a gift from his mother for Christmas. He wouldn't want it to be stained or splattered by anything. The boy neatly folded the cardigan and placed it on the smooth grey floor, right next to his shoes. The cold seeped in through the white, thin fabric of the shirt he was wearing underneath. He didn't shiver.

His glasses, round and nerdy as they may have looked, were expensive. Although nobody could ever use them, it just wouldn't sit right with him to know that he had wasted a good pair of glasses. So Izuku took them off as well and placed them on top of the cardigan.

He looked at the three possessions that lay on the ground, almost waiting to be put in a suitcase. But where he was going, he couldn't bring anything with him. Izuku nodded to himself with satisfaction.

His fingers ran the surface of the metal blue railing for a moment. It was chilly, electric to the touch, he noticed. Then he put his leg on top and pulled himself up as if climbing over a fence.

Now he was on the outside side of the railing. He wriggled his toes in the air. Only his heels supported his weight. He was still holding onto the railing behind him.

Izuku's dark green eyes were fixated on the ground below. He could barely make out the cars that rushed past each other in the opposite lanes without his glasses, let alone the people.

He was not afraid. One of the quirks that he would have liked to have was that of flying. At least he would be able to experience that free-falling sensation he had always dreamed about for those last seconds.

His muscles relaxed. Izuku's grip on the blue railing loosened. His body leaned forward.

Izuku fell, silently, slipping away.

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He never reached the ground.

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Izuku was still on the rooftop. The sky was the same colors. The wind was beating him down with the same intensity. His cardigan, glasses, and shoes, were nowhere to be found.

There was someone else, standing next to him. A teenager, maybe a bit younger than him, wearing a typical black school uniform.

"Hey. Lovely view isn't it?" the teenager greeted, but no smile showed on his face.

Izuku blinked several times. "I'm not dead," he mumbled with wide eyes.

The teenager shrugged. "If you say so. Want to hear me out? I've been having some problems lately."

"Problems," Izuku repeated blankly.

"Yeah. My grades are horrible. My cat died. My parents got a divorce."

"… I'm sorry to hear that."

"Going to school got tough as well, you know. It doesn't feel nice to be stared at and called weird names."

"…"

Izuku tried to make sense of the boy's stiff face. But the teenager never turned to look at him.

"I don't like being unwanted by everyone, so I decided to put an end to it all. No more beatings for me. This is my revenge against those damn bullies. That's my story. That's why I'm here. What are you here for?"

"Me?"

"Man, you're a slow-thinker, aren't you? Never mind, I bet your reason is not as cruel and selfish as mine. You seem like one of those nice guys that are all smiles and fake facades. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing bad about that. I mean, I used to be like you before."

The teenager grabbed the railing with determination. Izuku watched with a horrified expression.

"Wh-what do you think you're…?"

"What else? I'm jumping of course. Isn't this what you're here for too?"

Izuku shook his head violently. "But I already… I already jumped! I don't understand!" he looked up at the teenager with irritation and confusion.

"Well, what the hell do I know? I'm not here to solve your problems. There was nobody there to solve mine either. There never is."

'This is not right', Izuku thought as the teenager climbed the railing. It was not right at all. That teenager was still breathing. He was a perfectly healthy child. He had a future ahead of him. He had so many chances and paths to choose from ahead of him. That teenager was going to kill all of that. A life was going to be taken, right before his eyes.

Izuku's very being denied it. He could not stand by and do nothing. He could not allow someone else other than himself to die.

"Wait! Don't do it!" Izuku cried out and reached out for the boy's arm.

But his hand passed right through the teenager's wrist, as if Izuku was a ghost. His fingers closed around nothingness. The boy slipped away from his hand like a wet fish.

"It's already too late for that, don't you think, Midoriya Izuku?"

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Izuku yelped.

The teenager had disappeared. A grown-up man, probably in the age of forties, was leaning on the railing exactly where the teenager had been previously standing, and smoking a cigarette. He glanced at Izuku with a thin smile.

"Hello there, kid. What are you doing out here? It's cold."

Izuku just stood there speechlessly. His heart was still racing in his chest.

The man's brown eyes fell on the boy's bare feet. His eyelids twitched somewhat unpleasantly and he blew a puff of ill-selling smoke which was carried away by the strong breeze.

"I see. So that's what you're here for. What a shame. You've got a whole life ahead of you."

"Excuse me sir… Do you know what's going on?"

"Now that's a good question." He tapped his cigarette on the railing, and the black, burned bit broke off and fell into the void below. "Would you mind… If I shared some things with you, kid?"

Izuku didn't feel certain that replying was okay. But he gently nodded. There was nothing else to do about the situation anyway. If he listened, he could ask questions about what was going on later.

"My daughter is not in this world anymore." The man announced and paused to put the cigarette back in his mouth.

Izuku felt cold, much colder than before. He remained silent, looking down at his feet.

"She was only seven. A little angel. Very clever kid. She sang all day, even though she didn't know the actual lyrics. My wife and I loved her more than anything. She hated green peppers but liked the red ones for some reason. She wanted chocolate cake for her birthday, with strawberries on top. And pink napkins for the guests. Always pink. All her dolls have pink dresses."

The man let out another puff of smoke. He was staring at the descending sun calmly, but his mind was lost in the sand of an hourglass.

"It was five months ago. An accident, they said. The driver was drunk."

Izuku's lower lip trembled. He didn't dare look at the man's face. He knew that nothing he said would change anything.

"You're thinking that there's nothing you can say, aren't you?"

His breath caught in his throat.

"It's ok kid. Don't let my troubles affect you. Well then, it's time for me to go."

"Go? Where? Why?" Izuku asked with a cracked voice. The man had climbed over the railing during his talk, but he had just noticed.

The man frowned. "You're making me have second thoughts right now. If I jump, you're not going to do anything stupid, are you? Think about your parents for a bit. Think about the pain you will be causing them. Don't do anything stupid, you hear me?"

"Please, don't do it! Please listen to those second thoughts!" Izuku yelled. "What about your wife?"

The man released the railing.

'You didn't listen to your second thoughts either, Midoriya Izuku'

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"No… Not this again!" Izuku cried out, collapsing on the floor.

A hand ran through Izuku's hair, sliding onto his face to shield his eyes from the world. He could tell by the cold gust of wind that crept up his back that he was still on the rooftop.

"What a coincidence!" a blissful, female voice sounded.

Izuku slowly raised his head, giving a battered glare at the girl that stood before him. A pucker appeared between his eyebrows. She was wearing a yellow cardigan, similar to the one that his mother had given him. His mother… Who was probably waiting for him to return home. She had probably cooked another delicious dinner again. To think that he would never again taste her cooking.

"Eh? Why are you crying?" the girl asked with a concerned frown.

"Why wouldn't I be crying? Of course I would be crying!" Izuku snapped suddenly.

"You're no good with conversation starters, are you?"

"Just let me go… please let me go. I do not want to feel bad anymore."

"Feeling bad is natural. It can't be helped."

"I… I'm so selfish…"

"Not just selfish. You're horrible. You're trying to kill a person."

"Kill a person? What are you talking about?"

"Who do you think I'm talking about?"

"I can't stand you people with your rhetorical questions! I can't stand it anymore! Just let me go…" he miserably cried, hitting the floor repeatedly with his fist.

The girl waited patiently for him to calm down, before speaking softly.

"I don't think that's what you want. Listen here, you bare-footed idiot. If you do this, you're going to regret it halfway. What did you feel when you saw all those people jump? You tried to stop them, didn't you? There are people that care about you. There are strangers that will care about you. There are doctors that will care about you. There is a future for you. So you have to care for it too. Isn't that a basic rule? What are you doing? How are you going to repay life?"

"…what do you think you know… just what do you think you know?" Izuku angrily bellowed.

Calmly, the pale girl showed him her arms, which she had been hiding behind her back for a while now, something that Izuku had assumed she was doing just to look cute.

The sleeves were drenched in red. Thick, crimson blobs were dripping from her fingers. Izuku felt his heart skip a beat. It hurt. He could feel his chest hurting.

"I know because I did it." She whispered.

Izuku felt like vomiting. He couldn't bear to look at her.

"I wanted to eat more candy. I wanted to see more flowers. I wanted to swim on more beaches. I wanted to laugh with my friends more. I wanted to hug my parents more. I wanted to play with snow more. I wanted to cook more. I wanted to sing and dance more. I wanted to play board games more. I wanted to run more. I wanted to talk more. I wanted to smile more. Why don't you return to your home, Midoriya Izuku? I think you've seen enough. You've learned your lesson."

And with that, the girl swiftly climbed over the railing and, like the others, got ready to let go.

"No… No… wait. Don't fall! Please don't fall!" Izuku cried with desperation. He got up and ran, ran with all his might. He would grab her hand and not let go, no matter what. He would save her.

She almost slipped away. Almost.

But his hand seized the warm-covered wrist. It was a firm contact.

Izuku leaned forward and pulled with all his strength. His teeth were showing from his effort. His muscles ached, but he paid them no mind. Saving the girl was all that mattered.

"Hang on! I'll save you! Just hang on!" the green-haired boy pleaded.

But he had leaned too much on the railing. He lost his balance. They fell together. Izuku screamed, holding the girl's body against his in an attempt to shield her from the fall.

He was terrified.

But they never reached the ground…

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He opened his eyes and saw a filthy, light grey, the kind of grey that belonged to a sidewalk. He thought that, perhaps, this was the last thing he had seen before his death, that's why it wasn't moving any closer.

And then he noticed that there were other things. There were people all around, staring at him with raised eyebrows, surprised that somebody had fallen from the sky. There were cars passing by, and a dog was barking from a shop opposite the road.

Izuku was hovering a few inches above the ground.

And then it was over. He stopped hovering and his body crashed down with a painful bumping sound. He was still okay.

And then he noticed that, he wasn't actually okay. No, he wasn't okay at all. His limbs felt heavy. His lips were trembling. It felt like his heart would pop out of his chest any second, so rapidly that it was beating. There was blood on him, coming from wounds on his forearms that he didn't remember being inflicted on him. They seemed… oddly familiar. Why, they were the wound of the girl that he had tried to save.

A woman nearby cried out. People rushed to his side. The worried faces that blocked the sky were starting to get blurry. Somewhere far away, the siren of an ambulance echoed. Someone was holding his hand, whispering words of encouragement. 'Hang on, help's coming. Just hang on…'

Izuku hadn't felt more scared in his life. He didn't want to die anymore. No, he just wanted to go eat dinner with his mum and see the updates at All Might's site.

He wanted his cardigan back now.

Ok, so you're probably confused and disappointed right now. What was with that ending?

Normal chapters will be longer than this. And better, I hope. Please tell me what you thought of the prologue.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.