(Stain)I let out a long sigh, staring down at my bloodied up victim. I pointed a sword at his throat and flashed a look he'd never forget, even when he's six feet under.

The hero was very clearly terrified, but i could give two shits, he was everything wrong with this hero society, he was selfish, greedy, and didn't prioritize the lives of the innocent when it mattered. So he deserved to die by my hands.

I simply slashed his throat open and let him die in the cold night, letting him gurgle on his own internal fluids as he couldn't even move an inch to try and stop it. I then walked away, sharply swinging my blade to the side to get rid of most of the blood, before sheathing my weapon.

"I'm going to reform this weak society... I don't care how ever long it takes... I'll paint this world red with blood if i have to, just as long as the word hero can be restored...

(Izuku)Heading to school was an easy task, as i was feeling pretty good about myself now. I walked to the train with high hopes, and i was sure nobody could stop me, not even Kacchan.

I arrived at school, and walked straight to class. I sat down at my seat and was actually earlier than usual, and so i pulled out my phone and started scrolling through social media for news articles to read up on.

I found a few of intrest but one stuck out much more than the rest. It was about the hero killer Stain. A murderer who is growing in popularity, and uses his beliefs to justify his actions. It was quite fascinating because he acted with motive far beyond the simplicity of doing it for fame or the money, but instead to rid the world of its fake heroes.

The article covered a murder that actually happened last night, and even more coincidentally, in the same city.

A chill ran up my spine at the thought that such a dangerous villain was near where i lived. Though, what was the likelyhood of running into him right?

I had always wondered what this man looked like, there were no actual pictures or footage of him to get a read on his appearence so his image was left in the dark. That was until someone managed to make a sketch of the hero killer's face, he was a survivor but was crippled and was paralyzed below the arms.

The art was detailed, and quite vivid. The sketch depicted Stain as having messy long black hair that was pushed up by a headband. Below that were bandages that covered up a good portion of his face, with only his passion filled eyes peeking through the coverings. The shape of his face was odd but not completley out of the ordinary. It was slim and got slimmer as it went down, creating a triangular shape. And the last thing i noticed was that he seemingly had no nose whatsoever, which made his face resemble a flesh covered skull of sorts.

He was quite terrifying, and the way the survivor was able to make him look so real almost convinced me that he was able to somehow burn his face into his memory and put it out perfectly on paper. If that was indeed the case, then this dude really was a monster.

And what was scarier than a monster that had its mind set on something, and was willing to pursue that said something till the day he died?

A few more students had flooded into the classroom during my time reading the article, including Kacchan who had a few bandages applied to his face.

I pulled my phone back into my pocket and glanced upwards at the teacher as the bell rung and everybody present was seated.

"So, I'd like to give out all your turned in job application forms to you. This is so you can rethink your answers if need be, and choose what job you really think suits you. Also, I'd like to do this because some of you never submitted your forms to me, and i want you to turn them in today before your time runs out."

The teacher said as he pulled out the stack of job application forms from a metal drawer. He then went up to every student and slid them their papers.

Mine was the exact same as before, there was a checkmark placed in the box beside "hero". I immediatly felt the urge to erase it since i knew i had no chance at being a hero anyways. I let out a small sigh and rubbed my eraser over the checkmark

I kept thinking, considering picking the police officer check box, as i remembered All Might's words. Though, it just didn't feel right as i put the check in. It was like giving a bully the satisfaction of reacting to their taunts, and so i gritted my teeth and erased the checkmark.

I was starting to get a bit frustrated, there wasn't anything closer to a hero than a police officer, or a firefighter. Though those both fell in line with what All Might said, and i was told to ignore him. But.. If i keep the hero checkmark, then Kacchan will probably beat me up or something so what the hell do i choose? Do i submit to All Might's harsh words and check in any of the options other than the hero option, or do i risk having Kacchan bully me again?

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as frustration continued to build. I clutched my pencil harder in the palm of my hand and gritted my teeth together more so than before.

Tears began flowing out from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks as i broke down. I let go of my pencil and hid my face in my arms so nobody would know i was crying. This was all that it took to break me again. I think i just had a false sense of hope, i was just getting desprate, i wasn't rejuvenated with motivations in the slightest.

I was mad at myself, i thought i had everything in check, but that just wasn't true, not in the slightest...

I was filled to the brim with pent up anger and out of an act of unmanageable emotions, i grabbed my pencil, scribbled over the page with my pencil and flung the paper off of my desk, sending it flying to the other side of the room.

The paper flew through the air, flipping a few times, then landing with its blank back faced upwards. It slid as it made contact with the ground and landed underneathe Kacchan's desk. I stared over in horror as i wiped the tears away.

perspective shift(Katsuki)

I was already pretty confident in my answer for the job application form. I kept what i intially put. I was going to be a hero, and nobody, not even that damn nerd Deku could stop me.

I mostly just stared out the window as i had nothing better to do, lightly tapping my pencil against the desk's surface in a rhythmic fashion. It was too damn sunny outside, and the cherry trees swaying in the wind were too damn beautiful for their own good. I almost started tapping my pencil along with the trees' motion as it was almost mesmerizing but i was drawn out of my trance like state by the sound of paper sliding under my desk.

I blinked in confusion before looking down, seeing a paper that was upside down on the floor right beside one of the legs of my desk. Out of curiosity, i picked it up, struggling a bit as the stupid thing was hard to grab, being stuck to the floor and all.

But after a few seconds of insufferable bullcrap, i was able to get it onto my desk and truly inspect it. The paper was Deku's. It had his name at the top but the entire paper was covered in scribbles so it was hard to see what he chose for his answer. Hopefully the damn nerd wasn't planning to be a hero still, I'd hate to have to go through the trouble of singling him out and drilling it into his head that he doesn't stand a chance again.

I let out a sigh as i gave up on trying to look for what he put. I guess I'll have to question him about it after class, or after school.

perspective shift(Izuku)

School dragged on a lot longer than i expected. It was a lot harder to get through the day as i wasn't feeling all that great now.

I walked down the hallway towards the exit of the school, almost out the door. Though, i was stopped when a firm hand landed on my shoulder.

I snapped my head back quickly and was shocked, but slightly not shocked at the same time at who it was. It was Kacchan.

"Deku, mind telling me what the hell is on this paper? Why'd you send it to me? This some sorta stupid joke?!"

Kacchan bombarded me with questions, his palm heating up ever so slightly as he got closer, his crimson red eyes staring daggers into my own green eyes. He had an angry stare, but i knew right away he was just trying to intimidate me into giving him answers.

Despite knowing this, i couldn't help but give into that fear of getting beat up by him. He had the ability to do so after all, and all i could hope to do is cower in fear. That's what us quirkless folks do i guess...

I choked on my words for a moment, staring at the paper he now held up in his other hand. It was the exact one i thought it was. The one that landed beneathe his desk during first period.

"Y-ou see... Uh- i- I got kinda... u-up- set..."

I said, obvious stammering present as i spoke. I wasn't lying, in fact, i was telling the truth. I did that out of anger and now, i might be paying the consequences for my actions. That is if i fail to play my cards right.

"Tch, either way... What the hell did you put? I can't see through your stupid scribbling and it's pissing me off."

Kacchan then asked. He was looking for more details as to why i did what i did. I decided to lead him a bit closer to the truth since it wouldn't hurt anyways. In the matter of fact, being truthful can be the thing that gets me outta this alive.

"I couldn't choose... And i got frustrated..."

I spoke. Kacchan scoffed and shoved me away, then turning on his heel and beginning to walk off.

"I guess there's no point in having this then since i got the answer i wanted. Here you worthless reject!"

Katsuki snarled as he flung the paper behind him over his shoulder. It flopped through the air and then hit the ground, sliding all the way to my feet.

I felt a slight jolt of pain at the "Worthless reject" insult, and felt the slight urge to let loose more tears. But i resisted this time and bent down to pick up my paper. I managed to get it into my hand with a bit of struggle, then taking a good look at what i had done to the paper.

I was probably going to get in trouble if the teacher found out what i had done to my paper. It was honestly a miracle he didn't notice when i initially did it in class.

To get rid of the evidence, i crumbled the paper up and tossed it in a nearby trashcan, then heading out the door and on my way home.

It was a tough walk home, like yesterday. I felt horrible, and wasn't moving with the same peppiness and excitement as usual, like yesterday morning. I just felt... Numb, and like all the joy has been sucked out of my body.

Maybe Kacchan was right.. Maybe i should just end it all and hope for a better life. Maybe then i won't be quirkless, and I'll have the ability to become whoever i want, without having to worry about what everybody thinks.

As greatful as i am for having my mom be as supportive as she is, sometimes i think it's only because she feels obligated, because she doesn't want to hurt my feelings like everybody else. So maybe if i end it all she won't have to keep up with the supportive act, and she can just be who she wants, and live a life better than the one she's currently living.

All I'm doing is holding everybody back, so me removing myself from existence would be the acts of a true hero... Right?

I arrived at my apartment and headed to my room, getting dressed out of my uniform and into my casual wear as usual.

I had decided, i was going to take my life.

I was thinking of how i was going to do it, and i decided to start with writing a letter, to my mother of course, detailing how i was greatful for everything she did for me, and how i loved her more than anybody, and a bunch of other stuff, mostly recalling relativley pleasant memories i shared with her.

I couldn't help but cry onto the notebook paper as i wrote, i was feeling a lot of emotions, even a few positive ones.

I was happy to finally be able to free myself from this nightmare i can't wake up from. But was also sad that this was the only thing i could do to end it all.

I finished the letter and placed it in a compartment inside my desk. After that, i set a reminder on my phone to go off at exactly 10:00 at night. My mom would likely be out cold in her room and I'd have the perfect oppritunity to leave without her noticing.

After that, i decided to head to bed, and fall asleep until the time i was going to leave. I wanted the time to go by quickly so i could get it over with already.

And so i layed down in my bed, pulling the covers over my head, then beginning to drift asleep.

I was woken up by the sound of my phone buzzing by me. I arose from the comfort of the matress i laid on, and checked the time on my phone.

I felt a slight nervousness swell within me as i saw it was indeed time. I dismissed the alarm and got up out of bed, then putting my shoes on and heading out of my room.

I wandered around in the dark for a bit before managing to navigate my way to the door that lead outside.

As quietly as i could, i wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and twisted it slowly, then pulling the door open and forcing my body out. I closed the door behind me, with the same amount of delicacy and precaution as i took when opening it.

I then began walking down the outside stairs that lead up and down the apartment complex, feeling the cold breeze gently brush against my skin. It was a nice night out, the sky was clear without a cloud in sight, and there was a blue moon out.

While it wasn't the most pleasing sight in the world, it still made me a bit happy that i chose this night of all nights to take my life. I wouldn't want to do that in a rainstorm or something now would i?

I quietly walked down the stairs, looking down as i made step after step, getting closer to the bottom.

Nervousness was continuing to swell within me, the feeling only getting more and more troublesome and prominent. It was hard to ignore the feeling but who could? I was still taking my life, just because i wanted it to happen, that doesn't mean I'm going to be particularly ecstatic about the whole thing.

I made contact with the gravel ground at the bottom of the apartment complex, then beginning to walk around the city some. It was a really nice sight, when the city lights were on at night. It illuminated the dark sky and there were so many wonderful colours. This was probably one of my last sights though.

I kept dreading every step of the way, more and more with each time my body made an advancement foward. Even though it was cold out, i was sweating bullets because of the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I continued walking and eventually found the building i was looking for, the same exact one i got my dreams crushed on. I looked around for a proper way up, and was happy to see a latter that was on the side. It lead to the very top, though, i wasn't fully sure how i was going to get fully up there with the railing in the way.

I approached the latter, then grabbing onto its cold metal bars. I was filled with almost twice as much dread when i made contact with the bars, my entire body shaking like crazy.

For a moment, my life flashed before my eyes as everything that has happened in my life to this point popped up in my brain. It was like i was truly trying to weigh my options and see if this truly was worth it. It was, and i was going to follow through!

I gritted my teeth as i hoisted myself up the latter, and began climbing. I was suddenly filled with determination and more motive. I was still pumping with adreniline and so my movements were very quick and rigid, it was tough but i was making my way up the latter at an okay pace.

I eventually got to the top and the only thing that was stopping me from getting onto the roof was the railing. I began to hoist myself further up, reaching for one of the bars of the railing. I grabbed on and began pulling myself up, stepping further up and using my other hand to grab another bar of railing, my feet on the top bar of the latter.

I then threw myself over the railing, landing on the hard concrete roof. It didn't hurt all that much but it did leave me quite scraped up all over.

I recovered from where i layed and stood on my two feet, a sudden jolt of fear coursing through me as i could see an approaching figure.

It was quite hard to see though since they were far away, almost on the other side of the roof. I could only make out some faint details, like what seemed to be a long flowing scarf, or appendages of sorts, and long messy hair that flowed in the wind, going in all different directions.

"Who are you?!"

The man in the distance called out, his voice coarse and filled with rage. He was getting closer and closer and i could see more of his details form.

Bandages were covering his face and a headband was pushing back his mess of wild black hair, he had a triangular shaped face and seemingly no nose...

It was the hero killer Stain.

I began backing up in fear, my entire body shaking in immense fear. This was the same guy who murdered up to 12 heroes and handicapped 15 others, what was stopping him from killing a weak kid like myself?! I wanted my life to end but not in a gruesome, and painful way!

My back pushed against the railing i had just jumped over, i could see him getting closer and closer, then coming to a sudden stop.

"What the hell? Why would a kid be up here of all places, and be here at this time of night? Answer me."

Stain spoke, he was seemingly a lot less aggressive, as he knew i meant no harm. Though, he still took a somewhat firm and demanding tone.

My throat was dry and my blood was cold. I couldn't speak whatsoever, even the noises i made were just little grunts and squeaks that could barley be heard.

Stain let out a sigh as he noticed how afraid i was. He stared down at me with his crimson red eyes, he was dead calm, a complete contrast to how i was right now.

"Forget it... I'm up here because I'm looking for a certain hero who is in this city, so either you stay here, for whatever reason you have and stay quiet or just leave."

He said, still firm with his words, but less demanding than he was. The raven haired murderer pulled out a pair of binoculars and walked over to part of the railing that faced the city below. He leaned on the railing and put the binoculars over his eyes, continuing his search.

"Wh-what hero?"

I squeaked out, though i immediatley regretted my words as i broke the hero killer's rule right away pretty much.

Stain continued looking through the binoculars, not taking the time to look over his shoulder, though, he did reply with something.

"You probably don't know him, it's none of your buisness..."

He said, rather coldly, his words only hurting a tiny bit. Though, i had a counter argument.

"W-well... I'm really into heroes and studying quirks, I've g-got loads of notebooks detailing everything i could find about heroes. S-so... It's likely i do know!"

I said, with the hero killer prying away from his binoculars, a look of intrest in his eyes.

"I see.. Though what do you have to gain from telling me? Why would you want to give me that kind of info? Do you know what i do to heroes boy?"

Stain inquired, still staring at me.

"You kill them right? You're the hero killer Stain... Though, it seems like you only kill heroes who have a history of being greedy and selfish. I'm planning to dispose of this information soon, so why not put it to use one last time and help with your cause? Plus, it'll make this society better without them, right?"

I asked, wondering why the hell i was even asking all of these questions. Though, for some reason i was feeling slightly more at ease, like i knew this man had no real intention of hurting me.

"Yes... It would... The hero goes by the name Super Boy. He's someone who, while effective in combat has been displayed as awfully greedy, he only acts when he feels it'll benefit him. Also, he's very motivated to grow more and more popular, and his actions have also been severley influenced by that. I have a basic idea of his quirk, though i have no idea what his work hours are or how he likes to use his quirk, so on and so forth.."

"Hm... Super Boy, yeah... He's really powerful alright, he has the ability to control the momentum of stuff that is in motion. So he could leap foward and adjust the momentum on himself and rocket through the city if he wanted, or he could throw a punch and boost the momentum of that to give a little bit of umph to his physical attacks. Also, for ranged attacks he likes carrying metal balls, he applies his quirk to those as well and makes them pack a punch. He usually works in the say time, from noon to about six in the afternoon. He's in this part of the city as I'm sure you're aware, but he usually isn't around at this hour. Maybe there is a chance he's at a bar or something, but I'd rather not waste my time on looking for him without complete certainty of his presence."

I spoke, quite quickly, i began going on a bit of a tangent but was interrupted by the hero killer who let out a firm.

"That's all i need."

I jumped and quickly shut my mouth, doing a quick apologetic bow out of reflex.

The hero killer was dead silent for a few more moments, staring off into the distance but not into his binoculars.

"So... Did you come up here to take your own life? You said you were planning to dispose of your information, like get rid of it. The only way you could achieve that is killing yourself, or if you had a quirk that could do that, but then why else would you be up here when you could do it wherever?"

Stain suddenly asked, not looking back at me.

"I came up here... T-to kill myself, yes. I didn't think you would be up here or anything, it was sheer coincidence, that's all... I'm just done with life, and i never really benefited anybody, so why go through the trouble of existing if you can't at least make those around you happy?"

I muttered out, sliding my back down the railing, sitting down on the floor.

"Hm... What about your parents? Don't they care about you?"

Stain asked.

"I never met my dad, and my mom, while she does seem to love me, she also says she supports my dream of becoming a hero, even without a quirk. Though, i don't think she means, it was a dumb dream, nobody supported it in the slightest so why would she? She's just saying it out of obligation... So taking my life away would allow her to let go of that obligation... She can live her life peacefully, without her quirkless son having to hold her back... I'm simply following the advice someone gave me, just jump off the roof of a building and hope for a quirk in my next life... I think it would make the bullies at least somewhat happy if i died..."

I spoke, on the verge of tears.

Stain listened to what i said, this time turning to face me. I was shocked by the sudden look of rage he had on his face.

"That's a load of bullshit! You're going to throw your life away just because nobody believes you can be a hero? Well just say screw them, you follow your dreams, and choose the path you wanna go down. Unless you want to throw in the towl now and call it quits, if that's the case then you never stood a chance..."

Stain spoke, his words ice cold. He took a step in my direction, a more judgmental look on his face.

"Well... Even if i did continue to push foward, it's not like a hero school will accept me anyways... Not if i don't have a quirk."

I said in a weak attempt at defending myself.

"Well who the hell said you had to do hero work legally?"

Stain countered.

"B-but that's vigilantism! If i get caught I'll end up i-"

I was cut off.

"In jail? So what? Being a hero of any kind is about taking risks, and that's one you should be willing to take at the very least... Look.. I'm not trying to force this vigilantism thing on you or anything... All I'm saying is that that you should stay true to your convictions and beliefs, and follow through to the end. In my opinion, having strong conviction is far better than having any superpower."

Stain said, suddenly unsheathing his sword and pointing it at me, causing me to flinch and tense up.

"So! You've got two options, give up and throw your life away, or become the hero you've always wanted to become!"

I didn't know what to say at all in response to his words. Did he really believe in me? Did he truly think i could be a hero, even without a quirk? Either way.. He took time out of his night to tell a boy he just met, and a boy he knew was quirkless, that he could become a hero. That was something even more heroic than All Might in my eyes.

I began to let loose a tsunami of tears from my eyes as i was overwhelmed with emotions. I pulled a hand to my chest and clutched it tightly, then falling foward a bit as my tears poured onto the ground beneathe me.

"I... I want to be a hero!!"

I shouted from the top of my lungs, with a satisfied smirk spreading accross Stain's face.

End of chapter

Author's note: So sorry it took such a long time to write this!! It was a lengthy chapter and there was a bit of extra planning involved to make this one great. I really wanted to realistically depict Izuku's emotions, his depression and feelings of inadequacy. It took a few rewrites but i think I've finally got it! Now we'll be getting into the really fun and juicy stuff, it'll be a lot more action packed from here on out as Stain, as I'm sure you've guessed by now is becoming Izuku's sort of mentor figure.I'll try and take less time on the next chapter, but I'm not making promises. I really wanna finish this story and express all of my ideas in an entertaining way, and i hope you all are on board for just that. So you can throw some theories out there and mayhaps even some ideas i could use!Other than that, i hope you enjoyed the chapter and stay tuned for the next one!