"If you wanna be a hero that badly, there's actually a really good way to do it," Bakugou Katsuki slammed his fist on the table, small explosions sparking and burning the desk. "You can take a swan dive off the roof and hope you get born with a quirk in your next life!" Throwing his head back as he turned, the blond gave a harsh laugh. "If your lucky enough that is, knowing you, you'd probably be born quirkless again. Eh, Deku?"

The entire class laughed at the said boy. Midoriya Izuku, also known as Deku to his classmates, was hunched over his desk. His hands clenched so hard he could feel them piercing the skin of his palms, teeth tearing into his bottom lip as he held back his words. He burned holes into his desk, just waiting for them to go away.

"To be fair, no one would miss him. Not even his mother. She would be glad to be rid of a quirkless son." One of the girls snickered into her hand, not giving much thought on what she was saying.

Izuku kept his head down until the voices faded away, the usual laughter and chatter giving way to an eerie silence.
He felt sick to his stomach, every muscle was shivering as he forced himself up. With a glance at the window, he stared. The kids filing out of the school looked happy. Something he thought he would never be.
A cool breeze brushed his cheek. Oh, so he had opened the window. Looking down, he stared at the steep drop.

Would it hurt? Probably not. He'd most likely pass out before he hit the ground.
He clambered towards the window sill, hands gripping the edges as he pulled himself up to sit. Izuku's legs dangled over the edge as he closed his eyes to stop the tears from overflowing.
Maybe if he did it, peoples lives would be better. Kacchan clearly didn't want him and his mother was just so stressed. She never said anything but the gaining weight and bags under her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

No one would miss him, at least not for long. He would be forgotten quickly. After all, no one cares for the quirkless. People who are born quirkless are weak, useless to a society full of superpowers.
Izuku leaned forward, the wind caressing his cheek and running its fingers through his hair.
Yes, the world would be much better without him.
Tears flowed down his cheeks and he let go.

The wind rushed past him, tearing at his clothes as he fell. Even with eyes tightly shut, he could feel himself getting closer to the ground. Closer and closer, every passing second bringing him to his end. As he predicted, he quickly lost consciousness, the darkness consuming him.

As the teen's body fell, the back of his clothes bulged. There was squirming, like something alive was trying to get out. Blood could be seen soaking through his shirt and finally, there was a tear.
His shirt tore open and feathers burst out. Great big bright wings fluttered open and flared out, blood staining the feathers.
As the wings flared out, they wrapped around him like a shield. It was a last-ditch attempt to save himself, even while unconscious.
But sadly, it was a bit too late. While Izuku was saved from certain death, he was not saved from injury. He hit the ground hard, a loud crack of broken bones could be heard as the wings absorbed part of the impact.

The loud noise of his fall attracted attention from the streets, civilians looking over and staring on in shock. People were frozen. It was understandable, they would have never expected to see something like this on such a beautiful afternoon. There was a scream and it broke everyone out of their trance.
They panicked, frantically trying to get help.
"Someone call an ambulance!"

Izuku Midoriya woke up to darkness and pain. A harsh, constant beeping sound could be heard in the background as he tried to get his bearings. On instinct, he lifted himself up.
Tried, at least. He couldn't even move without pain tearing him apart from the inside out.
'Okay,' He thought to himself. 'Not trying that again...'
His eyes cracked open and immediately shut again. It was so bright. It burned his eyes.
'Where am I?'
He thought back to his last memory.
'Oh. That explains it'.
Izuku wanted to laugh. He couldn't even kill himself right, how fucking useless did someone have to be to manage that?

He huffed, the closest thing he could manage to a laugh at the moment.
There was a choked gasp and hands locked down onto his shoulders. "I-Izuku?"
Ah, that was his mum. She must be worried.
Guilt coursed through his veins. What was he even thinking? Just imagining what his mum had to go through made him hate his very being to the core.
He forced his eyes open, the dull green meeting the bloodshot ones of his mother.
She looks like she'd been crying.

With a strangled shout, she launched herself forward. "My baby!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pulled him as close as humanly possible.
His hands twisted into her shirt as he felt himself begin to sob.
"M-mum, I'm sorry I'm sorry imsosorryims-" He buried his face in his mother's arms, clinging to her tightly.

Izuku doesn't know how long he's been there, crying into his mother's chest, but he can feel the sharp pain of everything dull into an ache. He took in a shaky breath and went to go speak.
"Mu-"

"Excuse me?" He was cut off by a doctor entering the room. The nurse's eyes scanned the room and once landing on Izuku, he looked relieved.
"Hello Izuku, how are you feeling?" He asked, walking over to the bed.
Izuku shrugged, regretting it immediately as pain raced down his back. He winced in pain and hissed.

The doctor, Dr. Iyasu (judging by his name tag), tilted his head in thought. "That's right. Izuku," He said, catching Izuku's attention and gesturing to his back. "Would you be able to activate your quirk? We need to heal the rest of your injuries but were unable to because it deactivated before you reached the hospital."