"HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU, USELESS DEKU!" A blonde boy yelled at another boy with wild green hair. The blonde boy held a notebook in one hand while his other hand held the green haired boy against a brick wall.

"Don't even think of applying to U.A, or else." The blonde whispered as the notebook in his hand went up in flames and his other hand released the greenette from the wall, allowing him to fall into the ground coughing and wheezing.

"If you really want a quirk, why don't you take a dive out of a window and pray you get one in your next life?"

That question had done it, it had done what Katsuki Bakugou had prayed for years for. It broke Izuku Midoriya's resolve.

Izuku walked home with clouded eyes and a hole in his heart, he was so distracted by Katsuki's words that he didn't realize where he was going until he ran straight into a building that was seemingly made of glass.

He stumbled back, cradling his bleeding nose, and gazed up at the building he had just ran into: it was some random hero agency, Izuku froze as he stared at the building's multitude of large windows.

'Take a dive out of a window and pray you get one in the next life.'

'Maybe he's right, maybe I should just end it all, Mom would probably be a lot happier when she doesn't have to care for me anymore, and Kacchan will be happy without me in his way to become a hero.' Izuku thought to himself.

Izuku felt a dainty hand fall down on his left shoulder; a woman with long and ruffled dark hair, ocean blue eyes, a large pair of red glasses, as well as a small mole under her left eye.

"Hey, you doin' ok sweetie?" The pro-heroine Midnight asked with a concerned frown on her face.

"Of course I am. What would make you think I'm not?" Izuku asked in a whisper, his gaze still fixated on the building.

"Because I just heard you talking about ending your life." Midnight answered.

Izuku sighed "I said everything out loud, didn't I?"

"You kinda did Hun'. So, why don't you follow me, we'll get you checked into a hospital and have a professional get you sorted, yeah?" Midnight began to gently drag him away from the building.

Another hand clasped down on his other shoulder "Are you really gonna just stand there while she drags you off to throw you off in the looney bin? You're more of a wimp than I thought!" Katsuki yelled.

"What are you doing here Kacchan?" Izuku asked low enough so that Midnight couldn't hear him.

"Oh, I'm not Katsuki, I'm simply a manifestation of your self-hate, depression, rage, and anxiety. All rolled up and personified into the one person who can instill all of these emotions the best. She can't see me by the way, this is all in that fucked up mind of yours" Katsuki answered.

Izuku shivered as he stared at the being that only he could perceive.

"You said you wanted to end it all, didn't you? Then why are you letting her stop you, huh? Ask yourself; do you really want to be thrown in some mental hospital, have a bunch of random doctors pick your brain and load you up with pills, then release you back into the world that's just gonna kick you right back down?" The fake Katsuki asked.

Izuku stood emotionless as Midnight continued to pull him away, this only seemed to anger his mental projection.

"WHAT'S IT GONNA BE SHITSTAIN?!" The shout was like a trigger word to the green-haired boy, as he violently shrugged the hand off of his shoulder and bolted back through the entrance of the building.

Izuku slowed his pace as he entered the agency to keep suspicion off of himself, but he was still, at the very least, briskly jogging.

"You see that guy?" The fake Katsuki asked while pointing at a man wearing a dark blue security jacket guarding the door to the stairwell.

"W-what about him?"

"He's got a gun tucked away in his jacket. Knock him down and take it."

"That's impossible, guns were outlawed decades ago." Izuku argued with himself.

"Just because they were outlawed doesn't mean that you can't get them. Notice how his eyes keep shifting, and how he keeps reaching into his jacket. It's most likely a handgun, now do what I said, and take it." Izuku's own analyst skills clearly extended to this mental projection as well.

Adrenaline rushed through Izuku's body as he clenched his fists and continued walking towards the guard.

"Authorized personnel only beyond this point kid." The man spoke while holding his hand out to block Izuku from going any further.

With the adrenaline pumping through his veins, Izuku stopped thinking straight, all he could focus on was his fate, and he was determined to move anyone who got in his way. Izuku wound back his fist and launched it across the jaw of the guard, when he fell to the floor Izuku immediately reached inside of the jacket and stole the gun away from the man.

Despite being a small weapon, the pistol felt like a cinder block in his hands. But it also felt natural, comfortable, like it was meant for him to hold.

Izuku felt the fake Katsuki lay his hand down on his shoulder again, and he heard him chuckle "It'd be so easy to shoot him dead right now." He growled.

Izuku shook his head of the thought and busted into the stairwell, charging up the stairs faster than he had ever moved before. Finally, after a minute of speedily climbing, he had made it to the fifth floor. Slamming his shoulder into the entrance door, he came out into a hallway lined with windows, and seemingly empty offices.

Katsuki walked in front of him with a scowl on his face "Well there it is, what are you waiting for? Isn't this what you wanted? Go ahead! JUMP!"

"Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet!" Izuku yelled as he clutched his head and tears started to leak from his eyes.

"Hmph, shoulda known you couldn't do it. Still nothing but a worthless Deku. You're weak! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE WEAK!" Katsuki screamed.

Izuku screamed back and pointed the gun at the fake Katsuki.

Katsuki just smiled "What? You think you have the balls to pull that trigger? I think you forgot, but I'm basically you. I know everything about you, including the fact that you can't shoot me-"

BANG!

As the bullet tore through the mental projection's skull, it's scowl turned into a feral grin, before it's body faded out of Izuku's vision. Izuku let out a shaky breath, threw the gun aside, and turned his attention to the window at the end of the hall "Mom, I'm sorry." He whispered.

Izuku slowly walked down the hall, but eventually he picked up his pace a little bit, then a little bit more, and a little bit more, until he was sprinting down the hallway at full speed. His heart was pounding, sweat was cascading down his skin in huge rivulets, and his pupils were practically dilated to the size of a grain of sand. Izuku's leg slammed heavily against the ground and he slung himself into the window.

As he broke through the window, glass embedded itself deeply into his face, when he hit the road, he could feel every bone in his body shatter and break into pieces, his agony didn't stop there however. As he crashed against the asphalt, his momentum caused him to skid against the road, causing his entire face to rip up even more.

There Izuku lay, bloody, shredded, and broken on the street, taking in slow and raspy breaths. The last thing he did with his final few moments of consciousness, was turn his head to the window he jumped out of, only to see the fake Katsuki smiling in victory at Izuku's blood covered face.

--Meanwhile, in New York.

A man wearing a gray long-sleeve shirt and a pair of black sweatpants was laying with his eyes closed on his bed, the man had a large bruise under his right orbital and his left eye was bruised as well.

The man's phone begins to ring from his right bedside table, he reaches over and stares at the caller ID for a few seconds before lifting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Curtis? Curtis I'm hurt. I'm hurt real bad." The voice on the other end immediately made Curtis shoot up from his bed.

"Where are you?" Curtis asked.

The person on the other end chuckled "Yeah, I'm bleeding all over your basement…

I'm dying. I'm dying Curt', will you come?"

Curtis stayed silent, contemplating whether or not he should go and visit the man who used to be his friend.

The man in the basement seemed to be able to perceive the uncertainty coming from the other end "Ok promise me that you-you won't call the cops at least. Can you do that? ...Can you do that?"

Curtis drew in a deep breath before he spoke "I promise I won't call the cops."

"Look I know I probably don't deserve it after what I've done, but if you could find it in yourself to be a brother one late time, I don't want to die alone." The man pleaded, before Curtis heard the phone hang up.

--

In a room lined with yellow tile, a man with very short black hair, a mangled face, and a short beard sat propped up against one of the walls, his hands, neck, and shirt were all covered in blood.

A door slams open and shut and the man called out "Curtis! Curtis here. I knew you'd come, I knew you'd-" the man stops when he realizes that it isn't Curtis.

Instead a man with semi-short black hair and a clean shaven face strolls through the door, his entire face bloody and bruised, as if he had gone on a killing spree.

"Frankie." The man said, surprised. He then began to chuckle before he was forced to stop by the blood pooling in his mouth "You don't look so good. Of course it's you, I shoulda known. If I'm gonna be with someone, I'm happy that it's you."

Frank simply stared at him, not saying a word, just glaring.

The man sniffled before he looked back up at the other black haired man "Frank, whatever I've done I'm-"

Frank quickly pulled out a pistol with a silencer on it and shot the other man in the chest two times, he holstered the gun and slowly walked out of the building.

--

It was just pure white, that was all Izuku could see at this point. Just a white, nebulous void. He was laying on the floor, wearing some kind of tuxedo with a green tie.

"Where am I?" Izuku asked himself.

"Purgatory, I think." A Brooklyn accented voice said from behind him.

Izuku whirled around to face to source of the voice; it came from a man, most likely in his thirties, with incredibly short black hair, a beard, and an incredibly handsome face, he was wearing a tuxedo as well but his tie was black instead of green like Izuku.

"Where?!" Izuku yelled.

"Guess the universe is trying to decide if we're dead or not." The man extended his hand and pulled Izuku up to his feet "Billy Russo."

"Izuku Midoriya." Izuku greeted back "...How are we understanding each other right now?"

"Are you not speaking English?" Billy asked.

"No. Are you not speaking Japanese?" Izuku asked back.

"Huh, weird. Well, we are sitting in a void so I guess anything's possible at this point." Billy shrugged.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking around at their surroundings, not that there was much to look at in the first place.

After a while Billy clearly got bored of the silence and turned to his green haired companion "So, what brought you here?"

Izuku sighed and hung his head low "It all started when I was diagnosed as quirkless, I wanted nothing more than to be a hero. But everybody around me, even my own mother, told me no. I think...that was the first chip away at my resolve."

"What a coincidence, I didn't get one either, hell I'm pretty sure it was one of the reasons my parents didn't stick around." Billy told him.

"Then I told my friend Kacchan about it, he wasn't happy about it. At first it was just mean names and excluding me from certain things, but then as we got to middle school he began to hit me, and by highschool he began to incorporate his quirk in as well. Of course because he was the strongest kid in Aldera nobody wanted to go against him, much less try and help me, even the teachers were scared of him." Izuku explained.

"And then?" The black haired man asked.

"I got sick of everything. Kacchan told me to take a dive out of a window, and I did." The boy admitted.

"That sucks kid, that sucks a whole lot, but did you ever fight back?" Billy questioned.

"There wasn't a point, he's so much stronger than me. It'd just end with me more hurt than usual." Izuku answered.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Seventeen." Izuku said.

"So you went most of your life just being a doormat for everyone around you who was even slightly more powerful?" Billy asked ludicrously.

"Can we change the subject?" Izuku pleaded.

"Fine, we can talk about anything." The short haired man said.

"What got you here?"

"Anything but that."

"I told you my tragic backstory, why don't you tell me your's?" Izuku joked.

"All you need to know, is that I got greedy, and brought a one man army after me as a result." Billy said.

Suddenly Izuku's hand began to grow fuzzy and faded, causing him to help in surprise and fall to the ground "Mr. Russo what's happening?"

"I guess your fate was decided." Billy shrugged.

"But what about you?" Izuku asked, concerned for the older man. More of Izuku's body began to fade from sight.

Billy held up his own hand to reveal that it too was fading "I think mine was too."

Just before Izuku fully faded away, Billy smiled and spoke once more "Hey kid, if you wake up, don't let anyone walk on you anymore. Prove them wrong and make somethin' of yourself."

--

At this point, Inko couldn't even hear the heart rate monitor anymore. She knew that her baby's heart was still beating, she could see the machine clearly.

Inko had spent a majority of these last five months in the hospital watching over her baby boy's broken form, so after a while, the fear of hearing the heart rate monitor flatline caused her brain to tune it out completely.

The doctors had finally taken most of the bandages off of his face but his face was still barely recognizable. Inko would cry if she had any tears left. Her tear ducts had dried up by the third month that Izuku was in the hospital.

She knew that the doctors didn't want her to touch Izuku, but she lurched forward and took hold of Izuku's hand anyway. As she slowly rubbed her thumb over one of the scars on his hand, she noticed that the heart rate monitor was doing something weird, for the first time in months she allowed herself to listen to the machine. It was beeping faster and louder than she'd ever seen or heard before.

Izuku's body began to convulse violently on the bed, almost as though he was having some sort of heart attack. Inko quickly backed up and began to rapidly hit the button to alert the nurses that something was happening, when she heard it.

One long beep, and the sound of Izuku laying perfectly still.

She dropped the remote and covered her mouth with both hands to keep her from letting out a horrid scream, tears began to pour out of her eyes like water from a broken dam. Her baby, the boy she raised all on her own, the boy who had given her the best seventeen years of her life, despite everything she tried, was dead.

Beep

Inko turned around just in time to see her baby boy arch his back upwards and loudly take in a deep breath of air.

--1 year later

In Musutafu general hospital, an eighteen year old boy with a long wild mop of green hair laid strapped down to a hospital bed, he was wearing sweatpants, a forest green hoodie, and a pair of cotton socks. On his face was a green face mask, with black lines criss-crossing all over it, meant to resemble cracks, as well as two large black jagged circles around the eyes.

All of the sudden, the door to his hospital room burst open and a young woman, the same age as the boy, walked in pushing a metal cart in front of her. She was wearing a pair of dark blue hospital scrubs, she had long green hair that was the same shade of green as the boy on the bed, dark green eyes, and a wide grin that showed off her sharp teeth.

"Rise and shine prisoner! Your warden will be here soon so you should eat up while you can!" Setsuna Tokage joked as she entered the room and placed a plate of bland hospital food on the boy's bedside table.

"Y'know, you saying that doesn't make me anymore happy to be here." Izuku Midoriya smirked from behind the mask.

"Oh hush, you know that you love it when I do that." Setsuna smiled.

"So how long until the doctor is here, Tokage?" Izuku asked the orderly.

"Hey what's with all this Tokage non-sense, Izuku? I told you to call me Setsuna." The shorter girl scolded.

"Sorry." Izuku laughed. Setsuna chuckled with him, before her face fell slightly and her small hands reached for the mask covering Izuku's face.

Izuku gave an almost inaudible gasp of surprise as he leaned away from her hand, which caused her to retract her hand, place both of them on her hips on her hand and angrily huff.

"We've been over this already, haven't we?"

"They're ugly." Izuku whispered.

"They're not!" Setsuna argued "Now I don't know what that lady is teaching you about yourself, but you should be wearing your scars proudly. It lets people know that you're strong, that you survived something awful and are still standing without an issue."

Izuku stayed backed away from her for a few seconds before moved back and allowed her to gently take the mask from his face.

All over Izuku's face were very visible scars, a few on his forehead, a few on his cheeks, one bridging over his nose, one on his right temple, and a particularly long and nasty one on the left side of his cheek where one of the glass shards had cut all the way through.

"Hey, there's that handsome face!"

Setsuna's face went from smiling, to confused, her hands tilted Izuku's head forward before she yanked out a long blue comb from inside his hair "Did that one nurse attempt to tame that mess again?" She smirked while using the comb to gesture to his mop of hair.

Izuku chuckled from his spot on the bed "She can't stand my hair."

Setsuna's face fell once again as she sat down in the chair behind her and leaned closer to Izuku "You probably heard about it by now but in a few weeks I'm gonna be taking the entrance exam, and since I got in on recommendation the chance for me getting in is a bit greater than normal. If I do get in, I'm not gonna be able to see you as often."

"I know, I heard one of the nurses talking about it from outside my room, I think they wanted me to know about it actually." Izuku frowned.

"Ugh, was it that red-headed one who ties his hair up in a man bun? I'm convinced that jerk is pure evil." Setsuna scowled.

'He probably just doesn't like the fact that you're my one source of happiness.' Izuku thought to himself as he recalled the man's cold demeanor and clear dislike for him.

"But hey, don't get so down, who knows I might not even get in, then I can-"

"We both know you're gonna get in, and even if you don't get into U.A., I think it'd be better for you to become a hero than stay here with me." Izuku cut her off.

"Hey, you can't say stuff about yourself like that." Setsuna said.

"Sorry, but you deserve to become a hero, you've worked too hard to not." Izuku said as he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure?" The green haired girl asked.

"Positive." The green haired boy answered.

The two stood still just sitting there and smiling at each other, before Izuku cringed and scrunched up his face in agony as he experienced another splintering headache. These had become a regular thing since Izuku woke up from his five month coma, and although they had lessened in their frequency, they still hurt like hell.

Fortunately, Setsuna had seen this happen enough to remember to bring the headache medicine, and to know that she hated seeing this happen to him. Her hands immediately separated from his body, one going for the cup with the pills inside, and the other going for the cup of water. Her quirk, Lizard Tail Splitter, allowed her to do things like separating and controlling her body parts with relative ease.

Setsuna quickly ripped his arms free of the straps and allowed him to dump the pills and water into his mouth, sighing in relief as the medicine acted quickly.

Setsuna growled angrily "I don't even know why they keep you in those things, like you're some kind of prisoner!" She ranted.

"You know exactly why we have to keep those restraints on him." A sophisticated feminine voice called out from behind her. Setsuna whirled around to see a woman with long black hair wearing a white blouse, a long dark red skirt with matching high-heels standing in the doorway with a clipboard in hand.

Setsuna huffed and crossed her arms over her chest "Doesn't mean I like those reasons."

"Ms. Tokage would you kindly take your leave? This therapy session is just between Izuku and me." The doctor stated.

The green haired girl huffed once more and turned back to Izuku "I'll be back to see you later, don't let Dr. Yaoyorozu drive you crazy while I'm gone." She had whispered that last part so just Izuku could hear.

"So Izuku, how has your morning been so far?" Dr. Yaoyorozu asked after Setsuna had left.

"Was fine until you got here." Izuku said to himself.

"What was that?"

"It's been fine."

"Well, since the orderly already took your arm restraints off, we might as well remove these ones off as well." She said as she ripped his legs free of the leather straps.

"So, for today's session I'd like for you to tell me everything you can remember from your previous life, can you do that for me?" The doctor asked.

Izuku sighed and rolled his eyes, this was gonna be another long and useless session. These therapy sessions alone were enough to make him want to break out.

In fact, that sounded like a good idea.

Hey everyone, I know that this story has gone pretty fast but I have literally no Idea as to how I would stretch it further. That's all for now, Peace.