The city sprawled below, a concrete jungle teeming with life and chaos. Izuku Midoriya sat alone on the edge of a desolate rooftop, his gaze fixed on the city's distant horizon. The sky above, a canvas of muted grays, mirrored the tempest within him. His heart raced with the rhythm of uncertainty, each beat a reminder of the choice he had made. U.A., once a haven of dreams, now felt like a cage closing in on him. The weight of One For All pressed heavily on his shoulders, a burden too great for a mere teenager.
zuku's hands trembled as he clutched the edges of his worn-out hoodie. The wind, carrying the scent of rain and desperation, tousled his unruly green hair. He couldn't shake the image of his classmates, his friends, caught in the crossfire of the battles he fought.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," He whispered to the empty air, the words barely audible over the distant hum of the city. His eyes, once filled with determination, now mirrored the storm brewing above.
"I wanted to be a hero," he mumbled, his voice a fragile whisper carried away by the wind. "But I can't bear to see them hurt because of me. I can't..."
His friends deserved more than being pawns in a war they hadn't chosen. Izuku couldn't be the cause of their pain any longer. So, like a phantom in the night, he slipped away, leaving behind a school and a life that felt like an ever-tightening noose. Raindrops began to fall, their soft patter providing a backdrop to Izuku's silent contemplation. The tears that mingled with the rain on his cheeks went unnoticed as he grappled with the consequences of his choices. He sobbed quietly, longing for a hug.