Why does it have to freaking rain? I thought, walking to the park. It was Saturday which I normally spent writing on my bench, but because it is raining and only started after I left I decided to go to the small cafe just down the street from the park. I walked in and sat down at the table in the back.

"Hello, would you like anything?" a waitress asked, walking up to me.

"C-coffee," I said.

"Alright, if you want anything else let me know," she said, going to get me my drink.

I pulled out my laptop and notebook. I pulled up my latest song that was currently named Pink Girl because she was the only interesting thing when I got the idea for it. I got my drink and slowly drank it while I got to work on my next song. Once I got inspired by something. I sighed as I cleared my mind and tried to open the doors for new ideas.

"Ugh, why are lyrics so hard?" an irritated voice asked.

"That's why I don't use them that much," I mumbled.

"Huh? You make music too?" the voice asked.

SNAP!

Crap. I sighed, taking a deep breath. "Y-yeah, k-kinda," I said, turning to see a girl with short purple hair and what looks like headphone jacks hanging from her ears.

"Can you help me with these lyrics?" she asked.

"S-sure. I-I guess?" I said, motioning to the seat across from me. Dang it! Why do I have to be so kind?

SNAP!

This is why you don't have anyone who cares for you. A voice in my head claimed.

SNAP!

"I can't find anything that rhymes with representative that means different," she explained, showing me the lyrics.

"H-how a-about th-this?" I asked.

Why would I want to listen

To a Representative

Of a Dissentive

Society of Requiem Powers

Made up of useless Scholars

"Woah, that sounded amazing and hits the message I was trying to make perfectly," she said. "Thanks dude. So, what type of music do you make?"

"M-mostly j-just b-beats, l-lofi, a-and a b-bit of t-techno. O-occasionally, I-I do a r-remix o-of p-popular s-songs," I stuttered. "S-some of w-what I m-make i-is c-concidered r-rock, e-even though I just u-use a s-soundboard a-and a k-keyboard."

SNAP!

"That sounds cool. I'm Kyoka Jirou by the way," she added.

"I-Izuku Midoriya," I said.

SNAP!

"Well, thanks for the help with the lyrics. Now that they are done I need to get to work on the actual music," she said, getting up.

"N-no problem. G-glad to have h-helped," I stuttered.

SNAP!

This is why you're alone, and always will be. You have no self respect and probably just ruined what would be a good song. The voices in my head said.

SNAP!

I popped my second earbud in and finished writing my ideas for my song. I sat there and my gaze kept falling on the purple haired girl.

What is she thinking?

SNAP!

You can know with your curse, but then she'll be cursed herself and die, just like your mother.

No, she won't. But I shouldn't. I sighed. I gathered all my stuff and made my way out.

SNAP!

She would, and it would be because of you.

It wouldn't. I thought, walking down the street to my apartment.

SNAP!

Can't admit that you're a killer? Why? Not like it'll do anything. Think about it, all your power does is hurt others. It invades people's privacy, shows them their worst memories, makes blades, and hurts everyone around you when it becomes too much. Just admit it, you are a disease the world needs rid of.

On that one, we can agree. I thought, walking into my apartment.

SNAP!

You should just-

SHLINK!

I didn't let it finish as I summoned a blade and sliced it across my thigh, pulling my shorts up. I put four more slashes before I started the water for a bath. I sank in as the new wounds stung hitting the hot water. I closed my eyes and forced myself into a memory from the past.

I opened my eyes to see a child version of me walking over to Bakugou who was beating another kid up with explosions.

"Kacchan! Stop, you're hurting him!" kid me yelled.

"So? I'm just showing him who's stronger!" young Bakugou snarled.

"Is this what a hero would do?" young me asked.

"Don't talk to me about heroes. You are just a useless, quirkless, person. Wanna know what, you can spell your name as Deku for useless!"

"I'm not useless!" young me yelled.

I watched as Bakugou knocked me down and beat me with explosions before walking away.

"Exactly what I said, Deku," he sneered walking away.

I opened my eyes and sighed, falling deeper into the water. I thought of what my next song would do when I heard a door open and close.

"Izuku?!" Aunt Mitsuki called out.

"In the bath, give me a moment," I said, getting out. I dried myself and got dressed before going out of the bathroom. "Yes?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing," she said.

"Pretty good, went to the cafe after it started raining then came back," I said, walking towards my room. I pulled my sound board and keyboard out from under my bed while hiding the new bottle of whiskey I had bought. "I actually got a couple of ideas for some songs," I added, setting up my stuff.

"Alright, well, let me know if you need anything," she said as I heard the door close.

I took my flask out and downed what was in it before getting to work on the song. I checked all of the beats that were on the board before choosing one that gave the right feeling I wanted the beginning to be. I then got to work on adding the extra sounds like the keyboard, bass, and guitar. I decided to add saxophone, trumpets, trombone, and flute to give it the jazz feel I wanted later as I looked at my clock to see it was nine in the morning on Sunday. I went out to the kitchen and started boiling water as I got a cup of noodles down for breakfast. I pulled out a bit of sandwich stuff and made a small sandwich to eat while waiting on the cup of noodles to be done. I spent the rest of the day finishing my homework. I looked to see how much I had saved up before going to bed and noticed that I had around a thousand saved up from the money I get from my father and what I got from my mom's life insurance every month.

I could get a guitar or a bass. I'll probably go with bass since I can teach myself bass a lot easier. I thought, looking at my songs and listening to just the bass and guitar parts and noticing that the guitar had chords and I wasn't ready for that. Realistically I had only been doing real music for a couple of years and that was with a keyboard that could do chords for me. After some research I decided on a five string bass. I looked at the time and laid in bed closing my eyes.

I opened them and saw a door. I opened the door and was met with a frame of those whose lives I ruined. There were my parents, my aunt Mitsuki, Ashido from the park, a couple of random people, the detective from that day, and the newest addition, Jirou from yesterday. I listened as they all yelled about how I ruined their lives. I knew I could stop this at any time, but I also knew I had to deal with it.

Thump, thump thump, Thump thump, Thump Thump, THump THump, THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

I opened my eyes as my heart beat slowed and quieted back down to normal. I looked at the time to see I had an hour before school. I got up, got around and started my day by going into the bathroom and adding two cuts.

AN-

So, a couple of things to address. People have pointed out that this is similar to Traumatized by Byrdman53 and I'll admit that yes, this was inspired by that fic, but this isn't me trying to copy what they did and just tweak it a bit. There will be parts that are similar to that, but there will also be parts that are similar to a bunch of other fics that use the same concept of Izuku having a quirk that he hates and is depressed from as there tends to be trends that everyone uses. This fic will be my own vision of how this can happen and the quirk is based on the abilities of a character of a D&D campaign I'm in. Also, the next chapter will be building some relations with both Kyoka and Mina. I have been asked if this will be IzuMina or IzuJirouMina or some form of starting as IzuJirou then becoming IzuMina or vice versa. As of right now, my plan is for Mina and Izuku to just be friends and he will be getting with Kyoka… eventually. Also, Bakugou will be a bad guy, I just haven't decided how bad he will get or if he will get better. Oh, and this will be slightly Momnight and Dadzawa with a side of Mama Joke and Momdalay. Make sure to follow, favorite, comment, and kudos! Also, join our discord cult! Link Out!

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