Saturday
Showers of rain could be heard, pouring down from the gloomy sky. Birds that were once flying around freely, long left to seek shelter for cover and the busy streets seemed to become empty, as if it was a ghost town. It was quite and calm. That's all there was right now.
An aisle could be seen between two abandoned buildings. A garbage can nearby, full of old moldy food and bags of trash. Graffiti covered the walls and spider webs were around the bottom corners.
His clothes and hair were soaked from the rain. His uniform, half-covered in dirt and wrinkled. It was like he was attacked by an animal, a street dog specifically.
That wasn't the case though.
Blood dripped down from his nose, falling onto the hard wet ground. It's deep red color collided with a small pond of water and began to spread.
He watched, his knees sitting down and his hands facing flat onto the old stone covered ground. He noticed something from his reflection of the small pond of water, his eye, beginning to form a dark purple bruise and his wallet, sitting next to him, empty.
He tried standing up, but his legs felt weak. His arms, sore from being held behind his back for too long, couldn't even move right. His stomach ached, even more whenever he tried getting up. He was hurt, cold, tired, and hungry.
The rain that fell down his hair and clothes didn't help either and only made him shiver more. But, there was one thing that did make itself useful to him, which was that the rain helped blend in with his tears.
His classmates were never nice to him.
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7:33 p.m.
He walked down the street, going his way home, or, should he say, what was once a home.
Now, he just called it a place he lived in only because he has no where else to go. The memories inside that house died down ever since she passed away. Everything inside felt like nothing but emptiness whenever he's in there and it made him sick to even think of it like that.
Nothing has ever gone right.
Nothing.
His dreams, shattered.
His friendship with his childhood friend, broken.
His hopes, gone.
The only person who ever cared for him, dead.
What was the point of living now?
What was he waiting for?
A life where everything always went to hell? Certainly not.
A life where he could give it another chance and change for the better? Maybe. But, will it ever happen?
Who knows.
He eventually made it "home" and inserted the key into the keyhole, turning it to open. Once he did, he walked inside. Dull and plain looking but nicely clean. He went to the kitchen and slid opened the drawer below the counter. There, he took out a knife and observed it for a bit. The light in his eyes were barely seen as he had a straight face.
I'm tired.
He stared and could see his emerald eyes reflected from the knife.
Tired of what? Life? Am I really that weak? That worthless that I already want to give up? Should I just...end it? Like this? Now?
His mouth was trembling. Why? He never knew why his life had to be like this. Was being quirkless that bad? Most quirkless people can still be useful and create inventions to help out humanity or become someone they can be proud of, but what can he do?
The deku that can't do anything? Worthless. Useless. Weak. A burden. Nobody. People in his class made sure those words were repeated to him every day and eventually they got stuck on him, like a tattoo.
He gritted his teeth and threw the knife across the kitchen, hitting the wall. His eyes, full of anger and sadness, staring at the knife. He fell onto his knees as tears began to form on his eyes.
What can he do?
Tick
What can I do?...
Tick
He suddenly heard a knock on the main door. Catching him off guard, he raised his head, still on his knees, looking at the door and waiting for whatever was going to happen next, as if the door was going to open itself.
Tick
"..."
Another soft knock on the other side. Izuku looked up at his clock that was hung up on the wall.
Tick
7:49 p.m.
He was confused who would be knocking around this time. He never had people come over and with his friendship with bakugo gone and being friendless, who else could it be? He didn't have family either and the mailman doesn't come on this day.
Either way, he didn't have the strength to go and see, so he waited. He knew it was rude to just ignore them but he didn't even care anymore. If they left, it wouldn't affect him. After all, that's want he wanted, for them to leave.
And it did stop. He didn't hear anything anymore. They probably left. So, he continued to stay on the floor. He thought he wouldn't care but then a feeling of guilt started to grow inside him.
He sighed, closing his eyes in sadness. Doesn't matter anymore.
"Um, hello?..."
Eh?...
A girl?
He opened his eyes and rose his head up, looking at the door. He brought down his eyes to the light from outside and could see her shadow from underneath the door, just waiting and moving around a bit.
???
He thought they left already. It was so quiet that he didn't even realize that they were still here. And a girl too? He wouldn't say he was the type of guy girls would talk to, no, he grew up being shy trying to interact with them.
He rubbed his eyes, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. The shadow was still there but it felt weird that he just had to make sure.
He used his remaining strength to stand up and walk towards the door. He hissed from his leg aching but he managed to make it to the door. He checked the peephole and sure enough, there was a girl on the other side of the door.
She had short brunette hair with small bangs and rose-like cheeks that anyone could notice from afar. She was wearing a plain black tank top with grey sweatpants and was holding to what seemed like a plastic box full of cupcakes with pink filling and chocolate toppings.
Cupcakes?
That definitely caught him off guard. Not only that but he's never seen this girl around here, like around here.
Who are you...
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