Kinda strange to name this chapter "moving on". The Moving On song I know is a very lighthearted song about friendship and childhood. This chapter is anything but.

Anyhow, this is the edited version of the original work. I added some more scenes.

Enjoy!

Izuku would never admit the world had wronged him.

But it had.

Society expected his quirk to manifest by his fourth birthday. When it didn't, society abandoned him. Whatever friends he made left him. Whatever standing he had as a member of society didn't matter. He was quirkless and that was all everyone saw. Not his personality, not his intelligence, not his achievement. Only his lack of quirk.

Strangers smiled at him, but they didn't know. From those who did, all he got was a sneer. They would put on a polite mask in his presence, but once he turned his back, they would ridicule him in whispers. Only few took pity on him and fewer ever tried to reach out to him.

Sitting on the roof edge of this multi-floored building, Izuku feels fear creeping up his neck. Vehicles and people passed by, honking noise filled the air. It was different watching it from this height. If he leaned any further he'd be a splatter in one second flat. Would be bad for the pedestrian down below's stomach to see a human pancake next to them, wouldn't it?

Izuku had thought he could hold longer. He had mom whose bright smile would always banish the darkness of society away. He had dad a few countries away who'd tell him funny dad jokes every morning. He had the best parents anyone could wish for. Most of all, he had a man who he looked up to. Had looked up to. That same man who just crushed his world with bitter truth.

Without a quirk, Izuku was nothing. He respected the man for not coddling him with lies, but a part of him wanted that man to acknowledge that even without a quirk, Izuku could be someone, a person like everyone else, in this unfair society. But alas.

Izuku had wanted to show the world that he could. Even without a quirk, he wanted to prove that his dream was not impossible. But today he accepted truth he'd always ran away from: his dream was only a dream, nothing more than what his mind came up with during sleep.

If he went through with this, mom would cry. Dad would abandon his work to fly over to Musutafu. All Might? Now that was one thought his mischievous side liked. Izuku wasn't usually petty, but imagining the devastated look on his face brought satisfaction to his conscience. That man just left through the door and climbed down the stairs. Didn't bother to look back at what a mess he'd left his former number one fan in.

Izuku forced his lips to smile, but what it did was form a shaky grin. Saltwater invaded his mouth, the last thing he'd taste in this short, sad fourteen-year life.

Izuku breathed in.

"Mom, dad. I'm sorry."

Time stopped. Never before had he felt this light-headed. Wind pushed against his body as he tumbled from floor to floor, his eyes briefly catching the surprised face of the people behind the windows. But they matter not.

If Izuku had any regret, it was that he couldn't make his mother happy. That woman smiled and smiled, but not once did those smiles reach her eyes. It might never again. Hopefully all the blood would be enough to wash the regret away.

Head-first toward the ground, Izuku felt the creeping fear taking over his whole body. Even if he was scared, it was too late now to turn back.

The last thing he saw was a boy pointing at him. For some reason, the boy held up a stuffed animal in Izuku's direction. Izuku felt an unfamiliar pull inside him, as if he was attached to a rope and whatever on the other side was pulling him toward it. The light-headedness won out in the end, the fear now no longer having a hold on him. Consciousness too soon left him.

He was dead at last…

「「「•」」」

Takato's quirk was special. He knew he could use it to help people. But he was told to not to use it unless under the Wild Bunch's watch. When he saw the boy falling to his death, fear on his crying face, Takato's hands moved on their own.

To transfer a soul, he needed a source and a medium to store it afterwards. The source was up there crying for his life, but he was still missing a medium. A glance at his plushie told him he didn't. His only experience doing this was on a a real body, but something told him this might work.

Without wasting any second, he lifted Impmon in the boy's direction. Imaginary rope from his hand latched at the boy's soul.

He pulled.

The body met the ground.

Blood and flesh splattered.

He lost his lunch.

「「「•」」」

The day went by like buildings on a train ride.

Impmon accompanied him throughout the questioning from the police. Somehow, he managed to not lose his stomach on the ride back home from Musutafu to Shinjuku. Tao was considerate enough to drive slow for him.

Now, he sat in the bathtub, Impmon safely sitting by the wall.

Takato moved his palm closer to his mouth in case there was some food left in his system. Thankfully, nothing came out.

'Where am I?' An ethereal voice asked.

Takato would cheer if he wasn't exhausted. But as it was, he just greeted the voice.

"Hello. Midoriya-san, right? I'm glad you're there. I thought it didn't work."

The voice sounded confused.

'Who are you? What's happening? Why can't I see? Why can't I move?'

Panic rose from the displaced soul. The headache was coming back too, but surprisingly, he didn't pass out this time.

"My head!"

But it was still painful.

"Takato! Is everything alright in there? I heard you screaming," mom said from outside.

He shakily held his splitting head.

"I'm fine! Just… fell," he managed to say through his gasp.

"You sure? Okay then. Be careful, okay?"

"Okay," he said.

When mom finally left, Takato gasped out Midoriya-san's name.

"Please, calm down. You're giving me a headache. Too many thoughts. At least let me get to my room first. I'll die if I pass out in the bathtub."

To his relief, Midoriya-san did calm down.

'I'm sorry for hurting you. But can you explain what's going on? I thought I was…' he cut the thought short. 'How did I wake up here? Am I reincarnated as a baby or something?'

Takato chuckled. "You read too much isekai. It's my quirk."

He quickly realised this was the wrong answer.

'You can transfer consciousness?! That's amazi-'

"Ack! Please, slow down!" He stopped Midoriya-san before as he felt another headache building up. This one didn't calm down as fast. "And stop panicking or you'll make it worse!"

'Right. I'm sorry. I just can't control my thoughts really well. They go everywhere.'

"I can tell," there was more bite in there than Takato intended.

There was silence for a moment before Midoriya-san spoke up again.

'So, my body is gone right? Just my consciousness is here.'

Takato nodded slowly as he played with the bubbles on the water.

"Soul, actually. But yes. You're living in my plushie now."

'Oh, so that's how it works. Definitely soul then. A plushie doesn't have the brain to-

"Midoriya-san!" Takato hissed as he banged the back of his head to the wall.

It was only late into the night that the situation truly dawned on the older boy. By that time Takato was already on his bed so he could pass out in peace, although he would rather pass away if his head kept feeling like splitting into two thousand pieces.

「「「•」」」

Takato woke up feeling refreshed. Surprisingly, he was only out for three hours instead of a whole day. Midoriya-san must have sorted everything out too since he didn't feel any more headache coming his way.

'Did you sleep well?' the older boy asked, concerns seeping through it.

"Yeah. How are you feeling?"

'I'm fine. Just… going through all this stuff.'

Takato hummed as he considered his words. He hesitated a little before asking.

"Say, Midoriya-san." He bit his lip. "Are you mad at me?"

The confusion coming from the older boy answered it all.

'What? No. Of course not. Why would I be?'

Takato pulled Impmon closer to his chest.

"Well, you wanted to die, didn't you? When I was pulling you, I heard your thoughts. You were scared, but you didn't have anything worth living for anymore. That was why you wanted to kill yourself. And I stopped you…"

Midoriya-san didn't answer for awhile.

"You are mad."

'No! I did want to die, yes. But I also didn't. I half-expected a hero to save me, you know. And you were that hero…'

There was no lie in there, but their connection also made clear that he was not being truthful. Takato didn't push further.

"Alright."

He could feel the smile from Midoriya-san.

'Good. Now, I need to ask you something. I won't get my body back, right?'

Takato grimaced.

"Unless you want me to find a dead baby somewhere, no."

'…yeah no. Then can I ask you a favour?'

"Mhm. What is it?"

'Can you take me see my mom?'

「「「•」」」

Izuku's funeral was quiet. Neighbours and friends alike said their condolences and leave. The Bakugous stayed with her through the whole thing. Katsuki went missing halfway through, but Mitsuki let her cry into her shoulder.

"There, there. Let it all out."

"He was so young," Inko said through her sniffles. "Do you think it was my fault?"

Mitsuki sighed and wiped the tears off Inko's face.

"Now, why would you say that? You are the most loving mother I know. I'm not even half the mother you are. This isn't your fault. Izuku… he just had a lot."

"But I'm his mother! I should have helped him! And now…"

Mitsuki didn't say anything afterwards. Inko used the chance to dry up all her tears until she couldn't cry anymore.

"Is this Midoriya Izuku's?" a man's voice asked them but Inko was too tired to entertain anyone.

"Do we know you?" Mitsuki asked.

"No. But… I met your son yesterday, before his death."

Inko whipped her head to look at the man. He was gaunt and looked like he belonged in a horror movie. In his hand was a paper bag with All Might designs on it.

Inko stumbled forward.

"You saw my son? Did you know why he…" she couldn't finish the sentence. The man nodded in understanding.

"Young Midoriya confided in me about his dream."

Inko almost teared up again. "He wanted to be a pro-hero."

"Yes. He told me as much. He wanted someone to approve of it. But I… I shattered that dream." The man looked down. "A pro-hero's work is dangerous even when you have a quirk. And young Midoriya had none. So I told him the truth. That was why. It was my fault."

Mitsuki stepped forward and whacked him on the head.

"Ow!"

"Mitsuki!"

"Come on, not you too! What happened wasn't your fault or Inko's. You just wanted to look out for him."

The man treated his head but never once lifted his eyes off the floor.

"But it doesn't change the fact that I did contribute to it."

Mitsuki sighed. "I swear to god..."

The man ignored her and handed the paper bag to Inko. He looked at her in the eye.

"These are some limited-edition All Might merchandise that I've been collecting. It has no value to me anymore, but your son might appreciate it."

She picked it with shaky hands.

"Thank you," she said, choking.

He nodded. "I'll take my leave, then."

Inko slept in Izuku's room that night. And the night afterwards. And all the other nights until Hisashi finally came home and found her hugging the merchandise in her sleep.

「「「•」」」

Katsuki kicked the can that thought it could lie down on the road without being stepped on.

It might have hit a passers-by, it might have not. The indignant cry from somewhere could be his imagination for all he cared.

His right hand was holding his bag, and his left was in his pocket. If he had an extra hand, it'd be holding a ciggarette or even an alcohol. Anything that can stop whatever he was feeling right now.

Katsuki hated, hated Deku with all his heart. The idiot who looked down him, the idiot who kept annoying him to no ends… the idiot who decided to die.

Of all the time the dumbass had to listen to his advice. When Katsuki couldn't shut the hell up, did Deku stop when he told him to? When Deku kept dreaming about being a pro-hero despite not having any quirk, did he stop even after Katsuki beat him to show he would only be a burden to other pro-heroes? No. Not even once.

But when he told Deku to kill himself, that green haired idiotic dumbass of a side-character finally decided to listen?!

Katsuki slammed his hand into somebody's house's wall, glaring at the smile he knew Deku was making right now at him.

The extras in class said it was guilt.

…the heck would they know about guilt?