WARNING: CONTENT BELOW MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME

(topics of suicide, and depression)

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I do not own MHA nor do I own any of the characters below. credit to the artists

Ａｓｔｅｒ Ｂｌｏｏｍｓ 花

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １】

"If you want to be a hero so bad...hope that you'll have a quirk in the next life. Take a swan dive off the roof, why don't ya..."

You know what… that's just what I'll do. He had been staring at the school's water fountain for a few minutes now. Gazing at the last remnants of what was once his journal in the clear water. He had had enough. All this just because he couldn't have what everyone else did. Just because he didn't have a quirk. In a soft voice, he started to mutter. Fidgeting with the collar of his shirt in a nervous, frantic sort of way. Almost manic in the way he repeated himself...

"I can't do this anymore."

He muttered a sickly mantra. This was it. Bracing himself for what was to come, he made his way up to the school's roof quickly. Climbing upwords two steps at a time. Classes were over at this point. No one was around to stop him. As far as he knew anyway. He'd step around the safety guards and do as his ex-friend said. He'd go to heaven. Or whatever came next for him. Didn't the bible say those who take their own life go to hell?

Oh, it didn't matter anyway. That was a problem for him to work out when it was all over.

When the pain in his heart stopped.

Standing on the ledge he looked down at the ever moving crowds. Moving with their busy lives. Unaware, uncaring. One step and it would be over. Just one.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale and—-

A hand. And a voice. Eyes widening, he froze up, vision fixated on the ground below. Suddenly the earth below seemed a lot farther away than it was before. Vertigo, that's what this was called, right?

"Wait, you don't have to do this."

Even though that voice was so close to him, it sounded almost muffled. Like a clock covered in cotton.

"I-I know how it feels to want to end it all. But that's-"

He paused.

"...That's just taking the easy way out. You don't have to deal with it by yourself."

Izuku looked over his shoulder, just for a moment. Glancing back at two-toned hair. Red and white catching his eye. Wordlessly, his attention was drawn back to the forming crowd below him.

Suddenly he felt fear and vomit climb up his throat. Slipping out in the form of a small, meek sound.

Finally, he started to make his way off the ledge. Carefully climbing round the guard railing, he wobbled. the strange young man helped him to keep stable. The ground seeming so far away, it made his mind spiral in and out of an odd fearful state of confusion and apprehension. His legs felt like gelatin. The young man seeing this, began to support his small frame. Then his smooth voice soothed.

"I'll stay here with you as long as you need...I don't have anywhere to be anyways."

The young man's blank face was contradicted by a twinkle in his eye, akin to mischief. It was sort of infectious, so much so that he couldn't help but smile. Letting out a soft snort from his nose.

Taking a seat against the short wall like ledge on the rooftop, they watched the sky bleed into night. Exchanging soft words.

"-And what's your name?"

"Shoto."