"Deku where the fuck are you going?" no response.

"OI! DON'T PLAY WITH ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!" no response. Bakugo followed quickly behind but it felt as if Izuku had left him on a completely different level.

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Steps echoed through his eyes are the distinct clacking of Izuku's shoes hit the steps. With every small noise Bakugou could only urge himself to chase after his old friend. But in his moment of ignorance he had lost him. With a loud slam, the door to the rooftop had been out of his reach.

"DEKU. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

No reply came from the door, but a chillingly stagnant breath answered Bakugou's screams of anger.

"I-I'm… just following your a-advice… Kacchan" the voice held obvious despair as each small breath held a hiccup full of tears.

The wind seemed to whisper to him few words of advice as Bakugou could only swallow his own. Deku's face had appeared in his sight of view. Green eyes that used to hold such powerful energy and hope had been darkened into a dull and faded jade. Tears stained Deku's face and his pale skin was stuck in a hopeless smile.

There was a pregnant pause as Bakugou stuttered for words.

"Y-You… YOU PATHETIC BASTARD! YOU THINK DYING WILL SOLVE ANYTHING?!" Deku didn't turn back.

"DON'T FUCKING IGNORE ME!" Deku took five steps forward.

Bakugou began to pound on the metal door until he realized that the bastard had stuck something inbetween the door handles. He couldn't get the doors open... The stress of the situation had filled his nerves beyond the breaking point. Sweat was nearly dripping off his body as he aimed his hands in front of the door.

BOOM

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"Izuku sweetheart, what are you doing?" Inko Midoriya had asked her five year old son.

Izuku turned his head to look at his mother. He had been at the computer for the past few hours and had an All Might themed notebook open. While he may have been a child, he and his mother prided themselves on how neat his handwriting was. Small childish conjectures were recorded in the book, all of them regarding quirks.

"Oh?" His mother looked at the page that her son had been browsing.

'Unknown Quirks, and how to activate them.'

Inko's eyes could only wet as she gazed at her son. He still hadn't given up on his dream on being a hero.

"I'm so sorry…" she managed to whisper as her son continuously wrote down note after note, thought after thought, and reminder after reminder.

It was only when his mother had hugged him from behind that Izuku had noticed his mother. While he had been in a more quiet mood, Izuku still loved his mother. He could never hate her for something she couldn't help.

"Don't worry mom! Even if it means I need to try extra extra hard I'm gonna be the best hero ever!"

"Izuku…"

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"IZUKU!"

The boy snapped out of his memories as he turned around to glance at the heavy metal door that blocked Bakugou's path. Cold eyes stared after him as he felt the venomous anger that lusted for his harm from the other door.

Poor Kacchan, he'll get over it though… He would live better off without me here anyway. He doesn't care… Izuku thought to himself as he continued towards the roof railing. The door behind him continued to echo violent noises of explosions and loud curses of obscene matters.

As he looked towards the endless blue sky he let out a soft sigh. Izuku could only lament his situation as the explosions behind him seemed to only get louder.

"I should get going…" he breathed out gently as the tears that had been rolling down his cheeks like torrenting waves ceased. The calm before the storm perhaps, but it was the only thing he could do.

Staring out yet again he began to take off his uniform's jacket. The pitch black top had been previously burned, stained with unknown chemicals and other substances. Stains scattered amongst the cloth as Izuku held it up into the air before folding the article of clothing into a square. Taking off his shoes he climbed over the railing, with a quick look over the edge he could feel his heart race.

BOOM

Enjoying his last breath Izuku laughed.

BOOM

The door that stood so far away from him exploded once more. But this time the door swung open. From the inside it had become battered and broken, the metal push bar had melted from the repeated blows of heat and explosions which bashed upon the interior. Smoke plowed through the air as Deku met the gaze of an infuriated Kacchan.

"Deku-" Bakugo was immediately cut off as a harrowing laugh echoed throughout the air.

Memories surged through Bakugo's head as Izuku would speak out two words that shook his world as a whole.

"Kacchan, do you want to play?"

"I don't feel so well, Kacchan…"

"I wanna be as awesome as you Kacchan!"

"Kacchan!"

…

"Goodbye Katsuki."

And then he fell.

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Screams echoed out as flashes of white and red could be seen on the rooftop. Bakugo frantically used his quirk to try and blast towards Izuku in an attempt to save him. Blood poured from his wounds. He aggressively had broken down the door using his quirk, the recoil cutting into his hands as burn marks would scar them severely.

But he was too late…

When Bakugou reached the edge and looked down, all he could see was the small body of Izuku Midoriya, quickly pooling in a puddle of his own blood. Every limb in his body awkwardly posed and broken with blood everywhere. Bakugo's eyes could only widen as tears built up in his eyes as he bellowed out a scream.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

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It had been a long time since Izuku had dreamed. What surprised him this time was that he couldn't tell if he was in a heaven or hell. He had to have died, when he made quick decision to end it all that day he had calculated how far he would have to fall to die. How long it would take to bleed out. He knew which doctors had quirks that could save him and he knew that none could.

So why… Why was he here? This black space of nothingness gave him tranquility.

"Hello…" A small voice interrupted Izuku's thoughts.

Turning around slowly, Izuku came face to face with a younger version of himself. THe younger tyke had an All-Might backpack full of hero related games and trading cards. He was simply a fanatic.

"Ah… Hi there…" Izuku managed to reply. He shook his head with a slight smile. This was probably his last moment of thought before whatever death awaited him.

"Do you play Trade Me?" his younger self continued.

In his hands were two card decks. Izuku was confused, and rightfully so. He had never owned a game called Trade Me…

"What's that?" He could only reply.

The younger Izuku looked dejected as he spoke, "No one's played with me since I was four… How old am I now? Why can't I remember how to play?" he asked Izuku.

The Izuku seemed to come closer, Izuku couldn't explain it, but the younger child in front of him filled his senses with fear; dread over taking him: the feeling of death. Something was wrong, very wrong. The air turned chillingly desolate as silence surrounded him.

"C'mon! Let's play… You haven't played in a long time… If you beat me, I'll give a prize!" The younger Izuku spoke joyfully.

He couldn't tell whether to trust the child or not. For all he knew this was simply a dream until his cognitive functions stopped working. Gazing at the younger boy he gave a slight nod, unable to keep the shakiness out of his voice.

"H-How do y-you play?"

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