Possessing a Idiot

Chapter 2

Almost anyone would be pitying Midoriya if they saw his small frame, alone on a roof and knew what the weight of what All Might just said to him really was. But Izuku Midoriya wouldn't want that pity, he'd rather get a punch in the gut from Kacchan and that said a lot. He felt like a moron at this moment and had since All Might inevitably left, he usually considered himself to be a clever young man with his hero analysis journals and good grades.

He was proud to be smart but he second guessed that title as he stood on the roof, thinking about how he for some reason thought that All Might, someone who fights villains every day would think that this scrawny kid with messy green hair and a bright yellow backpack would ever stand a chance against one. Smart was the only positive title he had. Deku, useless, shitty, pathetic, weakling were all negative titles he was called on the daily.

Had he honestly even been trying to be a quirkless hero? There wasn't a muscle on his body, he could hardly pick up his back pack when it had more than three textbooks in it. He felt like he could have been doing so more, so much earlier.

Bakugo Katski had been training not just his quirk but his whole body for years now, and stupid deku had just been sitting on the floor of his room surrounded by papers, news articles, and all that other hero bullshit. If he didn't know All Might had gone to UA he'd second guess the fact that that man had even been to highschool at all. He relied on pure strength to subdue villains. The brains Izuku wasn't even sure he had anymore didn't even compare to Kacchan's, All Might's and the slime villain's strength.

All this thinking wasn't getting him anywhere. All these useless stupid deku thoughts that never got him anywhere. When had even sat down, when had this puddle of tears on the ground appear in front of him. He wiped his face with his sleeves but the stupid material of his uniform did nothing more then smudge the liquid around his cheeks.

There had been a thought growing in the back of his mind, when had it been planted? Was it back at the school earlier this afternoon when Kacchan had said that horrible thing to him? Or was it long before that when his father had left home on the account of his quirkless son being a burden and Izuku's only rational thought was that he himself should be the one to leave? His poor mother lost the love of her life, she didn't deserve to have to shoulder this burden, Izuku by herself. He wasn't sure when the thought started but it was back and more fierce than ever, the little specific details didn't matter.

Izuku stood up, his knees a little shaky. It took 13 steps to get to the railing, he counted and tried to enjoy each one since those might be his last steps ever taken. He turned his head to take a look at his sad yellow backpack on the ground. It had been washed too many times, it had been ripped off his back and stomped on too many times and it made it look it shit. The day he got that bag he debated getting an All Might themed one instead but it would have only ensured more bullying. Hewasn't even going to try to pretend that the bag looked "nice", he wanted it because he loved All Might, not the stupid bag. He settled for yellow which felt All Might themed either way, a nice bright yellow that had dulled from the use of this specific child.

He was stalling right now. That's why Izuku was thinking of his backpack and the number one hero bag he never purchased. He placed both his hands on the railing, it was cold metal. His knuckles were white from gripping so hard, it was silly to be gripping so hard from being scared to fall. His right leg was next, he sat and straddled the railing for a moment before deciding to finish the climb over it.

There was around a foot and a half of space between the railing and the edge. The wind, the universe, every little factor of this moment would decide his fate. He'd stand and close his eyes, if he was pushed to the safety of the railing behind him he'd figure out where to go from there, maybe he would try to be a cop or a doctor, whatever it was he'd make a plan. If he fell forward then... well he'd fall and he was ok with that. He just really hoped that once on the way down he'd still be ok with that.