He stood there looking at the roof he once stood on. He felt sick. As he kept walking he crossed a large window displaying some average fashion. But when he looked at the glass what he saw wasn't his reflection. It was someone who looked sad- destroyed. He had what looked to be tears running down his face. His hair was messy and a dingy shade of green. He looked like he wanted to stop crying but couldn't.

Izuku felt bad for him and wondered if he could help.

But he just walked by, it's not like he could help.. he wasn't a hero, and he never would be. All Might himself had told him that.

Maybe it was just a matter of time... Maybe it was long past due for him to grow up, and accept reality.

What could he do now? Kacchan did say-

Wait- he can't do that what about his mother? What about his friends?

he walked up the steps to his home. One step at a time. Each step hurt more than the last. What if his mother caught on?He couldn't handle that! If he actually loved her he wouldn't put her through something like that again..He knew what he had to do when he got inside. But before that he realized how heavy his bag felt. After checking it he found his notebook. His last bit of his dreams burnt, soaked and now crumpled..

he could feel a twist in his gut. But almost instantly it swirled into such an intense feeling in his stomach that he felt like he would vomit or even fall over.

He harshly grabbed it ripping the front cover and page out in the process. He grabbed for the rest of it and through it right at the hard pavement a few levels below him.

That seemed to help with the feeling.

He continued to his home and twisted the door open. Being met with his mother who looked to be crying at something on the TV. Once she noticed her son at the doorway she ran up to him hysterically talking about how she was so worried.

"Katsuki your friend was just in some serious danger- and I'm so glad your ok- i love you and I'm so glad your ok!"

"What?! Is Kacchan ok?" He quickly replied

"Oh" she then added. " oh well a slime villian attacked him it was terrible! And scary!"

Slime...slime.. slime- oh no. Did- but- no- but he didn't- but he contributed- oh no all might was right- how did he ever think he could-

All of thease feeling hit like a truck running him over with an overwhelming feeling of responsibility.

"I'm sorry mom could I go to my room for a bit" he said with more sadness then he hoped.

"Of course honey.." his mother seemed to catch or maybe she just thought that she did,"how about I make your favorite?"

"No that's ok" izuku said having already taken off his shoes and walking towards his room.

"Oh ok.." she said slightly confused.

Izuku closed the door behind him with closed eyes. Only to open them to the sight of the reason behind his new mindset..

The room that was once filled with his greatest dreams and happiness brought him an overwhelming discomfort. He couldn't handle it..

He slowly made his way to each all Might themed item and folded them with his utmost care not wanting to break anything. He got boxes out and sorted his figures and prized merchandise he owned of the man.

Once he was finished he grabbed the old comforter and pillow case from his closet and made his bed. Then he stored all the things he owned with all Mights face in the closet. As he closed the closet door he looked back at his room.

Then he saw it.

It was his notebooks all of his 12 notebooks, not including his thirteenth. As he looked at them a the feeling he had earlier returned, it was to much all at once-

He felt his entire stomach twirl, tears rushed to his eyes and the now empty feeling of his room made his skin crawl.

Everything was to much he tore each book cover to cover. He didn't want his name on something so childish, he should've listened to everyone! He really was a creepy stalker, a weirdo!

After he tore each cover off of his notebooks he crossed out his name on the front page of each. He had to accept his reality it would never happen!

After about 10 minutes the feeling subsided. He was left with a mess of shredded paper and dead pens.

Why did he ever think he could be a hero?

??? POV

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He was walking down the street when he spotted it.

A small notebook that looked to be trash at first but something caught his eye. It seemed to be a notebook with a drawing of a pro hero.

Once he took a closer look and saw the information on mount lady he suddenly knew that this might have been his greatest find yet..