Toga Himiko didn't know what she had done to acquire God's wrath. It wasn't her fault she was born with a villain's quirk. It wasn't her fault that her parents hated her, or that everyone at school made fun of her. It couldn't be, right?

Toga preferred not to think like that. Think about what could have been if she was born with parents that loved her, or a quirk that people would praise her for. Thinking about that stuff for too long made you sad, and Toga hated being sad. That's why she almost always had a grin on her face. She could smile the pain away and act like it was never there in the first place.

Of course, that didn't work so well when she had been beat up. The pain she felt was very real, and smiling did nothing to abate it. But being sad wasn't fun, so she smiled anyway. Everyone called her creepy for smiling as she was getting hit, even her parents, and that just made them hit her even more.

At least she could take solace in one thing that made her happy. Knives. She didn't know if it was because of her quirk or just the way she was, but she had been drawn to knives since she was little. The feel of the handle, the glint of the metal, the dangerous, deadly aura and the rush of adrenaline you felt when you grabbed one. It was like an addictive drug, but of course, it just became another reason for everyone to think she was creepy. That and her obsession with blood. That one was hardly her fault though. Just another example of how unfair society was.

How many times had she thought about that by now? How unfair everyone and everything was? She was fed up with everything. Honestly, she thought she had a better tolerance than most people. But now, she was ready to end it all.

Kill herself? No, that's silly. She was gonna kill them. See how they liked the pain, the anger, the helplessness. At least, that was the plan.

That day, there had been a particularly bad beating. She didn't know what she did to bring it on, or if they were just in a bad mood, but she was left seething in pain on the floor. She had been dragged into an alleyway and they had all gotten their licks in. She had never felt like she wanted to slice open skin and let blood rush out quite like she did now. Once she did, she knew that she'd never be able to go back to being a normal girl again. She would probably get thrown in jail, but she'd run before they could catch her. She could become anyone, they'd have a hard time ever catching her. A grin spread across her bruised face. She had made up her mind.

"Are you okay?" A voice shocked her out of her thoughts. She looked to where the alleyway opened up into a street, and there she saw someone. Her eyesight was currently hazy, but she could make out a mess of curly green hair framing a freckled face. He looked to be about her age, but she didn't recognize him. Maybe from a different school in the area? Either way, she wasn't about to take anything else. If this guy was going to get in her way, she'd just have to stab him first.

She struggled to her feet, but found that she couldn't support herself and tumbled forward. Before she could hit the ground, however, she felt strong arms pulling her up. The boy was staring at her with worry written across his face. Was he not here to beat her up as well?

As the boy examined her, his expression got worse. "You're hurt really bad."

With her slowly fading consciousness, she realized that he actually cared about her well being. That was strange, though. Nobody in her life cared about her, so why would some stranger care?

"Hey, stay awake! Come on, look at me!" The boy screamed at her. His worry was actually kinda cute. She smiled at him, well, all three of him. Wait, three? That couldn't be right. That was her last train of thought as she lost consciousness.

Midoriya hadn't expected anything crazy to happen that day. Of course, no one expects crazy things to happen at any point, but the day truly was like any other. He had hoped that the biggest shock to his system would be the villain attack on the USJ that hadn't happened that long ago. So imagine his surprise when, on his walk back home from UA, he found a severely injured girl laying on the ground in an alleyway. She had dirty blonde hair tied up in two buns, and was wearing a sailor uniform. He didn't recognize the school, but that wasn't what was important right now.

The girl's half closed eyes met his, and fear pulsed through his body. She was somehow able to get to her feet and stumble forward a few steps, glaring at him with such an intensity that he could only stare at her. But that strength soon left her when her legs crumpled and she nearly fell. That was enough to break him out of his daze, and he rushed to catch her.

Now that he was able to get a closer look at her, it was much worse than he'd initially thought. There was quite a bit of blood, for one, and bruises all along her arms and legs. That was only the limited amount of skin he was to see as well. Who knew how much worse it was on her torso, or even internally.

She looked at him warily, but her eyes were quickly becoming glassy. She seemed to barely even realize he was asking her questions, and her gaze was soon unfocused. Was she suffering from a concussion? Or just simple blunt force trauma that was impairing her ability to think properly? Either way, she was about to pass out, which Midoriya didn't think was a good thing. He tried his best to keep her awake, but he could tell she was about to lose consciousness. She smiled at him before going limp, and Midoriya was assaulted with intense emotion.

What should he do? She was in really bad condition. A hospital? It was on the other side of the city, and she needed help now. UA wasn't that far from where he currently was. If he sprinted, he could probably make it back within ten minutes, and Recovery Girl was sure to be more reliable than any hospital. He didn't waste any more time thinking about it. He carefully picked her up, maneuvering her onto his back, and sprinted in the direction of UA. He tried his best to jostle her as little as possible, but he focused on getting her there as fast as he could. She was going to be fine.