Prologue

Dear anyone who cares enough to listen,

It's me again, this is the last time you'll ever hear from me. A dear friend of mine told me once again to take a swan dive off a roof. But I'm not going to, I don't want him to blame himself, so instead, I'm going to jump off a bridge, I know it'll be more painful than jumping off a building, but it doesn't matter, at the end of the day it'll still have the same result. In letters previously, I talked about him only sometimes. Promises of telling you the story of how this came to be. So I guess I shall tell you now, then you'll have no reason to be angered by me. I just want to say beforehand though, please do not hate him, he has been through a lot, and I know, that even if it is a small spot, I will always hold that spot in his heart.

It started many years ago, I adored him, and he loved every second of it. It all changed when he got his quirk, and I? Well, I didn't. I remember the day that Mother and I went to the doctor, I was holding my figurine of All Might as he said the words I'll never forget, "You're never gonna have a quirk kid." He held no sympathy. My figurine had dropped and my world shattered into a million pieces. That night, and many nights after that, I cried. I had asked Mother if I could ever become a hero, and she just cried with me. I still admired my friend, doing everything humanly possible to get him to like me again. We were five the first time he used his quirk against me. Leaving my body burned and my ears ringing. I had tried standing up for a kid who everyone thought was going to be a villain when they get older. The kid helped bandage me up, and that time, he cried. While my eyes were left empty and tired.

At the age of seven, I realized that he was only using me to take his aggression out on someone. I couldn't exactly blame him, if I was strong, if I had a quirk, I might have bullied weak kids too. We were ten when he started to bully me, before it had just been insults and name-calling. But then it turned to beating me up, burning me in places he knew people wouldn't see. He was intelligent for his age, so I observed him, wrote it all down in a notebook. Which later he burned and threw it into a pond where it was half-eaten by fish. I still pushed myself harder though, training my body without anyone knowing so I can at least a 1% chance of getting into the famous hero high school, UA. Which also happened to be the school my friend wanted to go to. I knew he would get in, everyone knew. How could the school reject someone that powerful?

They couldn't, and that was proven when he got into class 1-A. I did too, but that's for later.

For months I trained my body, my brain had already been trained enough. For years I had been working to make the latter stronger. I trained at gyms, went on runs, anything to work out different muscles in my body. The day of UA's exams came and I passed the written exam with flying colors as expected. The practical exam was harder, I only had three points by the time the zero-pointer came out. Earlier that day I had almost tripped and a girl helped me using her quirk, anti-gravity, and there she was, trapped under rubble, pleading for someone to help her, but no one did, focusing only on running away. But I helped her, I got her out from under the rubble and ran away with her on my back. Turns out that it counts for rescue points.

I had waited weeks for the letter saying whether I was accepted or declined. I was accepted surprisingly. Two weeks later I started my career as a UA high student. My friend was furious when he saw that 'the quirkless loser got in' that made some people uneasy I'm guessing because they refused to come near me. I almost got expelled on the first day, but thanks to the short pervert with grapes for hair, he was expelled instead. Another person joined class 1-A because of this, he had mind control, deeming people to think of him as a future villain. I knew it wasn't true and hung out around him, sat with him at lunch, and walked home with him. Most of the time neither of us said a thing. He seemed to appreciate someone hanging out with him though, even if it was a quirkless loser.

I survived the attack on the USJ and a few other big events. At this point, people were guessing if my quirk was actually to just not die. At some points I didn't judge them, I survived a lot, survived things that people with quirks couldn't have. Guess the universe wanted to keep me alive for some reason. I found out why a few weeks after the USJ attack. All Might pulled me aside and revealed his guts to me (literally showed me a scar on his gut) and wanted me to be his successor. He said that when he saw a quirkless boy putting his life on the line to be a hero, it inspired him to do better, and he wanted to share that feeling with others. But, I declined, I knew that something bad was coming, I told him so, he looked deflated and nodded walking off. I don't think he believed me when I said something bad was coming though...

About a month or so after that, the pro hero Eraserhead (my homeroom teacher weirdly) had made me stay after school for a little while, I thought nothing of it till I saw his expression after school. It was there he told me that I could only stay at UA for a week longer before I was transferred to a school more fitting for my needs as a quirkless child. I knew it was useless to fight, so I didn't.

On Friday, I was walking home and accidentally bumped into my friend, he had once again told me to take the dive off a building, like I mentioned at the beginning of the letter, I decided to jump off a bridge instead. So here I am, writing this as I sit against the railing. With the sun rising behind me, Eraserhead might have told the rest of the class about me leaving already. Eraserhead might have even looked in his mailbox for the letter I left him. Well, that's all for today, I might as well sign my name at the end.

-Izuku Midorya

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Izuku ran home, grabbed a bag and some clothes, food, food, and water. He would need some time to prepare.

Izuku took Bakugou's words to heart, despite knowing that he shouldn't. So as he stood there on that bridge, he thought of all his goals. Goals he would never complete. He would never be a hero, and who knows, maybe he would become powerful in his next life. He would never be that one person everyone relied on. Just because he was quirkless. He sighed standing up and looked up at the remaining stars, refusing to vanish as the sun rose above the horizon. He sniffled, knowing what part was next.

He would get stronger.

He stared down at the rushing water below him, he didn't want to die, but it seemed as though everyone else wanted him to. For all he knew his mother had been pretending for the last thirteen years of his life. He turned his gaze upwards towards the setting sun, something that reminded him of peace, the end of another day, no one could ever know if that sunset would be their last. No one ever thought about which one was their first. Izuku smiled sadly and got out his burnt notebook, and began writing. He didn't want anyone to blame themselves, especially his mother. He knew deep down, that this wasn't the right thing to do, and he should just stop, go back home and sleep on the decision. But if nothing was done now, he would lose the guts to do it.

He put the letter in an envelope with the address that he had sent all of the previous letters to, then put it in a ziplock so it wouldn't get wet and shoved it in his school bag, he took a sharp inhale putting the bag he had gotten from home over this shoulder, and tossed his school bag over the bridge, watching as it splashed into the water, the rest of his goodbye notes were left with Eraserhead. Everyone will do okay without him, now the only thing he had to do was disappear. But like the stars, he would never disappear completely. He would find a way to help people, he would become someone people knew, he was intelligent enough to go through with the plan he had thought about quite a few times.

About a week later, in the middle of the night, he set out, now knowing the patterns of the villain the police and pro hero's had been tracking for months now. Dressed in his signature red hightops (now with steel-toed ends to make his kicks get nasty when needed), he had baggy sweatpants, with extra elasticity so he could move easier, baggy hoodie so no one could see his physical form. Some bright pink padded gloves (Which personally looks weird) that softened the blow to his hand and maximized the pain of the punch (Yall gonna get knocked out by hello kitty lolol) finally there was a mask, a very particular mask, it was a rabbit, with a design to make his eyes glow when its dark. He earned a name for himself overnight, he would spot the heroes, get their attention, then zoom off. Everyone knew that it was his way of getting them to the villains, so only a few people questioned him. No one knew the gender or age of this vigilante. It seemed that every time he popped up he had new strategies.

He may have not been all that strong or important before. But now people remembered him.

He's now known as The Rabbit.

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IM SORRRYYYYYY!

I really did not mean to make ANOTHER story but ya know, I couldn't help it. So just so you know, he did not commit suicide, and the info above is actually correct, if you jump off a bridge (depending on the height) it'll hurt more, because upon impact with the water multiple bones will break, immobilizing you, giving you a slow painful death. Whereas if you jump off a roof (also depending on height) you'll die almost immediately.

***BUT PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO COMMIT SUICIDE!***

Take this from someone with experience, it won't end or stop the pain. It'll just intensify the pain around you, dead or alive. It is not worth it, if anyone's reading this, and is having the urge to commit suicide or just need someone to talk to about their feelings or problems, please do not hesitate to PM me, I will always answer almost immediately. Just please, talk to someone about your problems before you do anything rash.

-V ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤