Summary

Yeah, the whole Deku suicide thing is used a lot, but I read /watched the scene and I couldn't help wondering what will happen if he gives up? Hopefully you've read the warning pages… anyway, I promise this will get fluffier/cuter later. The quotes are also from the manga, not the anime. (thoughts and memories are in italics).

Izukus POV

"You wanna be a hero so bad? I've got a time-saving idea for you. If you think you'll have a quirk in your next life… go take a swan dive off the roof!"

The harsh words from the spikey-haired boy had ran around Izukus mind like cruel mice for the past three years. He hadn't considered entering for UA High School, as he was clearly useless for the hero society. Izuku's teenage days were often spent drifting around the house and failing at school, as he was relentlessly bullied for being Quirkless therefor he feels…unwanted.

Wind whipped his hair as he daydreamed about being different person. Thinking about what he would be like in his next life. Wishing that he was someone else. Remembering the moment of discovery that he will never win. He won't ever win his dream.

Swan dive… swan dive… where even am I?

A bridge. His legs has subconsciously dragged him to a bridge. What if its fate?

Izuku positioned his feet on the edge, holding all 13 of his childhood 'Hero Analysis For My Future' notebooks, that he'd been carrying round for 3 years. He took a deep breath and dropped the first notebook, full of memories and All Might facts in it. He dangled the second over the edge and released it. Repeating it for the 3rd, 4th and 5th, he felt like a time bomb. Ticking, ticking, waiting to go. A burnt, rumpled notebook was all that was left in between his scarred fingers. Number 13: this one had the worst memories of Kacchan bullying him.

"Stop" said a voice. The person sounded like they were trying to sound calm, but the hues of fear tainted the supposedly tranquil tone.

Izuku froze, with the dark memories clutched in his hand.

"Please turn around and hear me out" pleaded the voice.

Either do what you came here to do or turn around, choose! A voice angrily spoke to him. Maybe I should listen.

"Can you hear me?" Is this a real voice or another illusion?

Izuku placed the scarred hands over his ears, shutting out whatever voice that was behind him and dropping the notebook deep, deep into the abyss below. Izuku opened his eyes and turned.

The face was easily recognisable with bi-coloured hair evenly split in the middle, stunning heterochromatic eyes and flawless skin, Izuku instantly knew the boy was Shoto Todoroki. Endeavor's son and the winner of the 2nd UA Sports Festival. His face was frequently on TV, girls often found it very attractive, but boys were jealous of his infinite abilities and undeniable strength. Most people were jealous of Shoto Todoroki. Who wouldn't be jealous of this perfect teenager with an amazing Quirk?

"Hey. I know you, why don't we talk in a café or something?" he continued, holding his hand out. The right one, the ice one.

He knows me? Maybe he's mistaking me for somebody else… somebody better and more interesting than me.

"I don't… I don't personally know you" warily answered Izuku. what are you doing?!, screamed the angry voice, this was the moment! You WANTED this!

"Don't worry about that right now, just please get off the railing" his beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

"Okay, I'm getting off" sighed Izuku, taking Todorokis outstretched hand. Surprisingly, it wasn't cold and smooth as expected. It was lukewarm and calloused but Izuku quickly let go.

"Wanna talk someplace?" offered Todoroki.

"How do you know me?" angrily asked Izuku, "Why do you even care? You're a superstar, you shouldn't give a fuck about insignificant people like me!"

A look of pain crossed the stunning face, making Izuku feel slightly guilty. He stared at the boy, waiting for an answer.

"E-Ever since I was very young, I'd been going to the same ice cream store every week, alone. It was a break from my abusive dad and crying mum. Then, one day, you just popped up and… I don't know, you just interested me. I kept wanting to talk to you, but I was shy. I'm not good at talking" Todoroki bent his head.

"But, why me? I'm short and plain. You're the handsome one here"

Pink dusted the other boy's cheeks, and he shrugged "Just… you order the exact same thing, every time. Two scoops of strawberry and vanilla cone. You wear the same shoes every day, your hair looks curly and bouncy every day. And… your eyes shine a lot. I guess I was intrigued"

The silence felt a little awkward, here was Izuku just about to commit suicide and suddenly a celebrity had stopped him, telling him how interesting he was. It felt disconcerting.

"No offence… but I really don't want to talk. I've been through a lot recently. And you're kinda confusing me"

"Oh, okay. I understand" the dejected look in Todoroki's eyes were unmistakeable; guilt settled back into Izuku's chest.

"But- but I'll do one ice cream"

"Okay" nodded Todoroki, "Let's go"

You're being stupid, hissed a voice again, this boy doesn't care, he's just doing it for himself-

"So, are you going to get the same ice cream again?" asked Todoroki, unintentionally cutting off the voice.

"Huh? Oh, um, no. I'm gonna try something new. What's your favourite?"

"Mint choc chip, it's amazing"

After a 10-minute walk, the pair arrived at an ice cream stand decorated with pink and yellow banners and accompanied by metal tables chairs. The place had a cute, spring-like theme and Izuku found its simplicity and authenticity comforting.

"So" Todoroki rested his chin on his palms, "How's the ice cream?"

"It's a refreshing change" truthfully said Izuku.

Todoroki smiled, it was cute and bright. He pointed to his red and white ice cream "This is so good"

"Now you know why I always had it" he felt a smile tug at his lips, it felt foreign.

"Hey, I finally see a smile"

"I sometimes smile" lied Izuku.

"It's nice. I like it"

Izuku wondered why but didn't ask. He analysed the boy in front of him. He was a star: a famous or exceptionally talented performer in the world of entertainment or sports. Completely the opposite to Izuku, and here he was talking to and complimenting Izuku.

"So, what's up?" he was torn out of his daze with the question.

"The sky? Be more specific" sarcastically answered Izuku.

"You know what I mean, why did I find you standing at a bridge and about to jump"

"How do you know I was about to jump? I could've been enjoying the view"

"Whilst crying and dropping notebooks?"

"It could've been a damn good view" he retorted, sitting back and looking upwards moodily.

"Touché. Though, if there's something wrong you should talk"

"Why should I?" Izuku stared at Todoroki and raised an eyebrow, "You said you're untalkative but you're trying to make me talk. You said stuff about your parents but didn't continue. You want me to talk but you don't want to talk yourself. Look, I know you're trying to be nice, but save your time for a photoshoot or something. Or figure yourself out. I don't know you and you could be some perv for all I know. So, if you'd excuse me, I think I'd be going now. Goodbye"

The look of shock on Todoroki's face immensely satisfied the dark, selfish part of Izuku as he walked away. Mouth slightly agape with eyes round and unblinking. Hurt.