A.N.

Normally I'd give an introduction to the story, just what to expect. But... not this time. All I can say is expect some heavy topics early on. Things will get better, humour will come later, but for now, this little prologue is only the beginning.

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A few strands of green hair were pushed into the young man's face. The rest of the unruly set whipped behind his head as the bitter night air stabbed at his face. He didn't know why he was there. He didn't know why he waited.

I'm worthless...

With a sigh he shed his jacket, exposing his arms to the thousands of frozen knives waiting to pierce his pale skin. He did not react. The cold meant nothing to him at this point. Nothing did.

Why am I alive...

He strained his neck, twisting, listening to the satisfying clicks and cracks that followed the slow, torturous movement. Still it meant nothing. What could?

He said it himself... it's hopeless...

He stretched his legs behind him, wedging his foot into the rail and slipping his foot cleanly out of his unlaced sneakers. They met with his jacket on the floor.

I'm hopeless...

He pushed the few strands from his eye, welcoming the night's unending sting with open arms.

I'm nobody...

Behind closed eyelids, he watched, emotionless, at the boy he once foolishly considered a friend. At the man that led that despicable group. At the bastard that broke him, laughed at him, and ultimately led him here tonight.

A quirkless nobody...

He watched, expressionless, at the one man he looked up to, who deflated before him, who spoke the truth. The truth he had denied for so many years.

How could a nobody expect to ever be a somebody?

He watched his idol as he fixed the last piece of the jigsaw into place. The killing blow.

I really am an idiot...

He opened his eyes to the harsh world around him, to the note behind him and the river before and beneath him.

I'm going to die here... as I should have a long time ago...

His mouth stretched into a maniacal grin. His body shook, his soft chuckles dissapearing into the stream below him. And he spoke. "The impact may not kill me, but my spine will shatter! I will drown here!"

He laughed, his voice finally reaching his ears and echoing across the desolate bridge. It was better this way. Nobody to bear witness.

I hope you're happy, Kacchan... I hope you meet a lovely girl. Get married, have children. And I hope they each die. Painfully. Maybe then you'll feel the extent of your actions...

And with arms outstretched, bloodshot eyes and a wicked smile plastered across his face, Izuku Midoriya stepped forward.

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