Ch.1- Prologue
I had asked him a question, and I got an answer I didn't want,and in all honesty it hurt. My chest hurt and my heart was beating like a drum. My ears were full of noise and I was overwhelmed. My idol stomped on my dreams and pro heroes told me I was stupid for trying to save someone, it's all so confusing right now. I can't take it. I want a cry, but not in the public so my eyes burn from tear building up. Before me stood two roads, and all I can think of is that poem. "The man walked the road less traveled". I might as well, at least then no one will see me cry. And with that thought in my head I took the road to my left ,it was a longer road but it still led home. I usually took the road closest to my house but I can't right now. I need to walk this out of my system. As I go along the path I can't help but to hear the echoes of their words in my head. All might, kacchan, the pros, all of them beating against my skull. I can't deal with this. I need to distract myself. I take a detour and stop by a store and buy myself a new notebook. I've nearly filled out my other one, wait my other one. It's ruined. I forgot, well just another reason to buy another. I enter the shabby building called the "QuickBuy '', I guess the name works for them, they seem pretty full. The store smells like ammonia and cigarettes. The floors were basic white tiles and the walls were made of hastily put together bricks. There were alot of aisles put together. I absentmindedly walked around until I found a section about art and picked out a simplistic notebook. Then I headed to the clerk which was your average emo teenager who needed a side-job. He has black hair swept to the side with a fade and gauges in his ear. Although the uniform kinda made him look ridiculous. It was a vertically striped shirt with white and green stripes and some brown khaki slacks. " Get on with It I don't have all day" said the employee. He was a bit rude but, eh I don't care. I'm used to it. I gave him the notebook with a shaky nod to the cash register while holding ¥1500 to give to him when I heard a gunshot. Quickly I covered my ears and got on the ground. I turned around to see a man with a large body covered head to toe in concealing clothes like a grey hoodie and baggy pants, he was also wearing a bandanna as a face mask.my luck isn't it. " Get on the fucking ground all of you, and you fuckboy cashier give me the money or your grey matter will paint the walls!" The robber yelled out with a snarl as he fired his revolver at the ceiling. The other people in the store quickly did the same as me. The cashier however looked scared more so than us. He was shaking, quivering. For some reason that made me feel better. He was human too. He held out his hands as if to surrender and then….I could only hear a loud sound as the teen jumped the counter and tackled the man. It was strange to think someone as scared as me I'd not more could do that. I was rooting for him. However life was crueller than I. As soon as the cashier even made it bear the robber all I could hear was a bang. The cashier fell back and landed on me, soaking me in his blood. He was brave, but apparently that didn't save you in the real world. The robber with wide eyes reached behind the counter took the money and ran. People were screaming, sobbing and any manner of ugly sound possible was heard. I wanted to throw up. I was covered in another person's blood. Someone I didn't know, but still. He tried to do something yet I was right there too. Heck I was closer to the robber. Yet I didn't do a fucking thing. I was…..worthless. kacchan is right. I can't go to U.A if I can't stand up to a fucking robber. I can't do anything without a quirk. I was too hopeful. I...I can't do this here,but the tears are coming out already. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep and never wake up again. I lay on the floor covered in blood with tears streaming down my face for what felt like hours. It didn't stop till the cops arrived and got everyone out, one of us in a body bag. It broke me to see someone like that. They were right about me. I'm worthless, I know that now. It has to be true I couldn't even save one person. Do I even deserve to be a hero. No. I…I give up. I give up. I give up. I can't take it anymore. As the cops are leaving one of them drives me home and tries to talk to me, ask me questions. I can barely hear him, my own thoughts are overwhelming me. I can't hear, I can't breathe, I can't talk. I feel numb. My insides are burning. My head is pounding. I feel aware but not in control. I clumsily walk through the door of my house and go straight to my bedroom and shut the door behind me.breathe. I need to breathe, relax. I need to….. you know what fuck it I'm going to sleep. I strip out of my blood stained clothes and don't even bother putting on new ones. I curl up and sob on my bed, till eventual my eyes dry out and darkness overtakes me. I awake to knocking at my door. " Izu honey, are you alright, school is about to start and I haven't seen you since you got home. I just need to know if something's wrong, I don't want to see you hurt." My mom said with worry evident in her tone. Mom, something...no everything is wrong, but I can't make you worry. It will all be over soon anyway." Coming, mom! Sorry, I overslept! Nothing is wrong, just a little tired." I said with all the confidence I could muster. " Ok, izu honey, I'll fix your lunch don't forget it this time. I love you!" My mom says in her happy tone. I smile and say " I love you too, mom". I change into a set of fresh clothes and then put on my uniform. Another day of school. One last day….one last lunch. I'm sorry mom,I just can't take it anymore. I stumble my way out and grab my lunch, waving goodbye to my mom one last time. I walk my way to school and although I arrive late, for once I don't care. It's relaxing to not care anymore. I don't care what he says, what they say, I'll do what they asked for and I won't regret it. I deserve it. As the day ends I get strange looks from my teachers alongside kachan. They shrug it off though. I don't know why they're worried I'm just doing what all of them thought I should do, something that changes nothing. All it does is get rid of some useless trash that has no hope. I walk up to the roof of my school and I look out over the railing. It's time. Time for one less pile of trash. I'm done, I give up on what life has to offer. I accept the notion of death. With a deep breath, I take off my shoes and take a dive off the rooftop of my school. Eyes closed I can feel the wind around me, and I can hear screaming but it doesn't matter now it'll be over soon. I open my eyes and smile, as the ground approaches. As I think death is here, I'm surrounded by purple and darkness. I quickly fade away from the world of consciousness, confused why I'm not dead.
A/N: that was interesting, Ive gotten back into writing and started this hell. I hope you enjoyed it. I thought I would make a Villain!Deku AU attempt starting from the beginning of the journey which I like the idea of of. I have a few interesting things plan. So far no lemons, because normal Izuku is still nice smol bean.