Bakugou peered over the railing of the bridge separating him from the city below. Few people crossed the bridge, and that bridge in particular was more elevated than most of the city's bridges.

No one would care if someone like me suddenly disappeared, Bakugou thought to himself while setting his bag down. They'd all probably be relieved. I just hurt people. Whether I want to or not, I hurt everyone. I'm so fucking selfish all the time. Everything's always about me. I shove everyone away, acting like I'm too good for them. Like they don't deserve me. That's what I wanna be—obviously superior to everyone else—but I'm not. No matter what I do or how fucking hard I try… My goal is selfish, my way of getting there is selfish, my future is just selfish. But I won't settle for anything less than number one. I'll do whatever it fucking takes…

That's how it used to be. I can't anymore. It's too intimidating to even consider. I know I'm not enough, so why bother trying? Working my ass off to be number one was just an insult to injury. There was always someone better than me. Where did my drive to surpass them go? Why can't I even think about who's ahead of me and how much they've done without breaking? Why can't I be there? I don't do shit anymore… I gave up on it all. When did I decide to throw it all away? Doubt it was just a decision. It's so fucking hard to do basic shit without falling apart. When did that start? I don't fucking know. But I've hurt too many people to try and achieve my goals. All that…and for what? I—

"Hey." A familiar voice greeted Bakugou's ears, and upon jerking his head to the side, Bakugou immediately recognized the person standing behind him. "Don't do it." Todoroki cautiously laid his hand atop Bakugou's shoulder.

Icyhot… Bakugou inwardly growled. I think we all thought he was gonna off himself last summer when his mom died. But he came back 'just fine.' Shut up… I don't wanna hear another one of those shitty lies. Just shut up and be honest. Or are you too afraid of people thinking you're weak for having feelings? Pathetic. You call yourself a Hero? Fuck off. Am I thinking about him, or am I thinking about myself?

"Shut up…" Bakugou snarled. "Stop trying to play the Hero when you're the same as me."

Todoroki's dull eyes sighed. "I'm not the same as you."

"Why'd you come here?"

"I was heading in this direction and saw someone standing up here, not moving."

Bakugou curled his hands into fists. "And lemme guess… You wanted to stop that someone from jumping?" He scoured the hazy city below.

"Right."

Fuck off. I knew you'd say yes to this shit. I don't wanna fucking hear it.

"Did you? Or was this just an obligation? Some guilt pushing your feet this way? An opportunity to make yourself even more of a Hero? You can't fucking care about a stranger you're seeing at a distance so much that you wanna run up and stop them. It's not because you care. It's because it's a self-fulfilling obligation. Why wouldn't you stop that random person from jumping? Common sense, right? Let's be real here: if you saw that random person jump, would you have been devastated? What about me, a person you see every day but never talk to or interact with? What about the person that means the most to you? You don't really care until or unless you realize it's someone you care about."

For a while, Todoroki was silent. "I guess you're right, Bakugou." He lifted his hand from Bakugou's shoulder and stood beside the latter. "Why is that? Is this normal? I don't know. But that doesn't mean I want a random person to take their life. Do you?"

"Hell no. But what fucking reason is there to keep going? We all die in the end. Everything we worked for gets thrown away."

"Everyone has a different reason. So, why are we still here?"

"Hell if I know. Death's just…a crazy concept. And I don't want to die a painful death."

"Agreed." Another wave of silence engulfed the bridge. "Hey."

"What?"

"Do you want to jump with me?"

Funny how you only say this shit so openly and honestly when we're just a jump away from dying. From putting an end to our misery. From saying goodbye to it all. Otherwise, all you do is lie. I told you, you're the same as me.

Although taken aback by Todoroki's point-blank question, Bakugou nodded nonetheless. "You know this is fucked up, right?"

"Yeah. I don't want anyone else to do this, and I know it's wrong, but…"

We both wanna die. We both know that. We both accept that.

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"Why'd you really walk all the way over here?"

"I go this way all the time. Honestly, I didn't have suicide on my mind until I saw someone that looked like they were going to jump. I didn't think I'd be dying today, but now that I'm here, I give in. Death is…right there. It's too tantalizing."

Bakugou rested his elbows on the cold metal railing. "So you're just gonna give up like that?"

"Yeah. If I had a reason to live, I'm sure I wouldn't have given in. But I have even more reasons to die now. Living would just feel like torture after this."

"Well, hey. Here's something we won't feel like shit for doing after we've done it."

We'll just make all the people that have to watch this shit show feel like shit. Kinda hypocritical, huh? Our families, our classmates, those random people walking by… Hey, is this really a good ide—

"Ready?"

Fuck it. I'll be dead. I can't care if I'm dead.

"Yeah."

My heart is pounding. To the people below and the people we'll impact by doing this, just don't fucking be like the suicidal idiots we are. Don't jump. Shit. Here goes…everything. Oh, God, I'm over the railing. Fuck. My heart's in my throat. This is our end…huh? How fucked up…