Kirishima liked to think of himself as a good guy, a true hero on his very best days and a coward on others, but overall a good guy. But why is today different?

Staring up at the ceiling has never done him any favors in terms of unanswered questions or bad thoughts that plague him at night, so he always wonders why he does it. It's not like the stark white of his wall will tell him why he was such a failure today, why his mom hasn't called him in weeks, or why the others seem to not be interested in what he has to say. It's not going to answer the question of why he had to be like this, and why it can never get better. That's not its job, it's job is to hold up the roofing so it doesn't collapse down on his poor exterior.

he throws his blankets off him in a swift motion and slides the fuzzy black slippers he keeps at the edge of his bed on. He grabs his beat up and worn hoodie sitting on his desk chair from being discarded after movie night last night, throws it on, angrily grabbing his keys while stumbling to the door. He made his way through the dormitory and up the stairs to the roof.

Sitting down cross crossed about a couple inches away from the edge, he gets a moment to think. The wind is blowing through his hair and he holds his head tall, taking a lung full of clean air. How many times has he dreamt about this? probably more than someone would normally be comfortable with. He's not afraid of heights, not really. In any case his quirk has always caught him, so why not then?

What would be so different about tonight? Why is he even up here? why is he even-

Should he jump?

Suddenly he's back on the roof at his middle school, climbing the fence and throwing off his shoes. Suddenly he's back on the ground surrounded by fuzzy people and flashing lights. Suddenly he's back in the hospital with the disappointed face of his mother saying: '”You could've at least succeeded, I shouldn't have to take time out of my workday to entertain your silly attention seeking attempts.”