| ୨ৎ | LATE AT NIGHT, YOU WERE ON THE U.A. ROOFTOP.

You were so sick and tired of your life. You thought making friends would make it better, but it didn't. You still felt empty. And trying to be a hero, felt pathetic to you. You couldn't be a hero. And because of your past abuse, you felt useless. You let your parent's words sink into your mind. Letting yourself get hurt.

You stood there, the cold breeze passing by softly. The lights of stores, cars, and such were all blurry from up here. You didn't derserve to live, you'd tell yourself. Trying to force yourself to just step off.

You were about to step forward, until a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

"...{{user}}…w-what are you doing...?" Izuku's soft voice asked. You couldn't turn to even look at him after he saw you here. Like this.