Izuku's POV
"I'm sorry, kid."
I've gotten used to that phrase. Everyone in my life has told me it. My mother has said it to me, my teachers, and now... All Might.
The one person I look up to.
"Look, kid, you can't be a hero without a quirk. You'll get killed the moment you walk into battle. That's just the hard truth."
Yeah, the HARD truth.
The only thing HARD about it was the fact I almost DIED because of some villain, just to be saved by YOU, and I had to grab onto you to even get you to answer any of my questions!
Then, when I FINALLY get to ask you my question, the one question I've ALWAYS wanted answered. The one question for the one person in the world I look up to, the Symbol of Peace, the number one Pro-Hero.
The one question I try and ask every hero I meet? The question "Can someone become a hero, even though they don't have a quirk?"
You say no. That I can't become a hero.
That it's impossible.
That it'll never happen.
You breaks my dream.
No.
You shatters my dream.
The one person I've always looked to whenever I've had a bad day. The person who's smile always gives hope, just took mine away.
I start to tear up thinking about it.
"Hey, Don't cry!" He says frantically, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you an autograph! Free of charge!" He starts to pull out a pen a some paper.
"No."
He looks up from his writing, a look of shock on his face.
"Eh?" He asks.
"I said NO!"
He looks at me, confused.
Probably the first time someone has told him that.
"I don't want your damn autograph! I asked you if I, a quirkless kid, could ever have any chance of becoming a hero, and what do you do?!" I shove my finger into his chest, "You. Fucking. Tell. Me. I. CAN'T!" I jab my finger at him with every word.
"Look, I'm sorry if I've made you upset, I'll just leave and get this villain to the police." He says as he picks the bottle up that contains Sludge and begins walking away.
He walks over to the edge of the roof, and gets ready to jump, ready to leave me behind.
Fat chance.
"Oh no you don't." I say as I grab the hem of his shirt.
He fortunately notices me this time and stops before taking off.
"You're going to listen to me, whether you want to or not!" I yell at him, tears flowing from my eyes, "I've looked up to you my entire life! How could you just take someone's dreams away from them like that? How can you," I prod him in the chest again, "Call yourself a hero when you act like this towards the ordinary people? The ones who are quirkless? Huh? Tell me!" I ask him through my tears.
I wish I wasn't such a crybaby. I probably look pathetic right now.
I feel All Might put his hands on my shoulders, and push me away from him. He doesn't push hard, but he pushes me hard enough to make me stumble away from him.
"Look, I know this is hard for someone of your kind, but this is just the way things are. Stop dreaming about something that will never happen. It's better for you to have dreams that you can actually achieved. Pick a better dream, kid. One you can actually fulfill."
He jumps off the building without another word.
Now, I'm alone on the top of the roof. Alone to just wait up here for someone to come open up the maintenance door. Alone, all by myself, no one to have as a friend.
Like always.
I walk to the ledge and look over.
Damn. This is pretty high up. Like, maybe, 60 stories or so? Give or take.
Something clicks in my memory at that moment.
"Oi, Deku. If you wanna quirk so badly, pray that you'll get one in the next life, then take a swan dive off the roof of the building!"
If I jumped from all the way up here, would I live to see tomorrow, Or die a quick and painless death?
Either way, it's not like anyone would care if I was gone.
I take off my shoes, and step up on the railing and turn around, with my back facing the cold wind of the afternoon.
Please, whoever's up there, please let me be a hero if I ever come back.
I lean backwards, and let gravity take control.