Hi PW here. Before anything, I'm really sorry for dropping all my stories. My only excuse is the lack of inspiration and probably the fact I'm not really into Hetalia anymore. Even for this one I'm not sure how long I'll keep it up before inspiration leave me again.

Anyway, about this story, ideas come back and forth, so I do apologise if at some moment it starts to not make sense anymore (==;)

It'll contain songs and mention of bgm for specific scenes.

I don't own any of the songs nor My Hero Academia.

The picture is a drawing from my friend which I love to roleplay with (*^^*)

Irregular updates, surely coming from the flow of inspiration.

Constructive reviews and suggestions are appreciated.

~* Vox Angelus *~

He was finally there, standing on the edge.

Today was the day he would leave that cruel world behind.

He had discovered very soon that no one is born equal and that people were quick to judge and cast aside the misfits like him. They jeered at him, threw insult at his face and even harmed him. While he actually did nothing wrong. He didn't even try to fight back. He considered that trying to fight back or holding grudge would just lower him to their levels. That didn't mean that he wasn't hurting. On the contrary. He was slowly breaking under the pressure of his "peers".

When his dream of becoming a Hero came to light, that nailed his coffin. Everyone said that someone like him had absolutely no chance to become a hero.

"Your very own existence is already a crime by itself. Why don't you do everyone a favor and go kill yourself already! Hope God would give you a great Quirk in your afterlife!"

So there he was, standing on the edge of the roof his middle school.

"I'll do it, so I can be free." He muttered.

But then, one look to the ground, so far down, caused him to seriously reconsider his decision. The wind blew through his fluffy hair. He gulped nervously, his determination suddenly gone.

"N-no...don't be scared n-now…" He whimpered, shaking his head. "I-I'll do it!"

He took a deep breath.

But before he could make his final step -

"DON'T!"

Startled, he lost his balance and fell.

He last thing he remembered was the rustling of feathers, a very warm embrace and a pair of eyes. So vibrant, so kind and caring.

Everything was engulfed into a soft pale green light, like a welcoming hug.

It was just so nice. He closed his eyes and sighed softly.

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CRASH