~𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉𝖘~

~• Chapter 1 •~

His dreams were always like the sky. Bright, and filled with joy- at least for Izuku. But just like the sky, he could never touch them. He could reach out, as far as he could, but was always stuck on the ground. So, so far away.

Bakugo and his friends' words just confirmed his thoughts. He'd never be able to be a hero. At least not in the condition he was in right now. He was willing to improve himself, but without proper training and people to support him, that'd be rather difficult. Not to mention he was quirkless- in a world filled with so many strong, flashy, and overall interesting quirks.

So, that put a damper on things, too. He sat in his room, in the desk chair he had had his whole life. Watching the same video on repeat. Seeing the way All Might's smile- his laugh and voice- immediately calmed those around him. The way they felt safe in his presence. He wanted that- so bad. He wanted people to feel safe and protected around him.

But, all he could do at the moment is watch- in a mix of awe and envy. It was nearing midnight and he knew he had school in the morning, but in the darkness of his merch-littered room, he couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't care to get up from the chair he had slumped down in until it was almost two in the morning- instead continuing to look the same video countless times.

Eventually, though, he took a glance around his room- noticing a few dishes sat on his nightstand and the clothes that were spread across his floor and piling up on his bed. With a sigh, he turned his monitor off and pushed himself up from the chair- shuffling over to pick up the dishes and some little bits of trash that were left as well.

Without really thinking about his movements- or anything at all really- he staggered his way to the kitchen, gently laying the dishes in the sink as to not wake his mom. He glanced around the dark space, everything was so still and quiet. It was odd.

Again, Izuku didn't feel like moving. He just stood there for another five-to-ten minutes- or was it more like twenty? He didn't care- it didn't matter- before sulking back to his room.

He pushed the growing pile of clothes and a few other things- mostly posters and figures that he didn't have a place for yet- to the ground. He used one of his feet to push all of the items in the floor into one pile to be picked up and put away later. He pulled his All Might themed covers away from the mattress where they were messily done up beforehand and crawled his way under them.

It wasn't long until he was waking up to his alarm, a groan erupting from his throat as he turned it off. He staggered his way out of bed and into his bathroom, regretting the low amount of sleep he got last night. His appearance also looked like he regretted it. His green hair that was usually soft and curly, looked rough and knotted- he didn't think he took a shower that weekend, it had all gone by too quickly for his liking. His eyes were dull and sunken, showing the lack of rest the most.

Overall, he just looked pale. And dead. He felt dead too, like a zombie just stumbling through the world- trying it's best to not collapse. The shower he took that morning made it a little better, though. The hot water calmed him down and was able to clear his thoughts. Talking with his mom that morning also helped. He was able to throw on a smile- one that wasn't too far from genuine- and push those negative thoughts aside.

--/(;-;)/--

"Maybe you should go take a swan dive off a roof- you might get a quirk in your second life!"

Those words rang through his head as his lungs filled with the sludgy substance of the man's body and his eyesight grew dark. He helplessly clawed at the liquid, only thinking that the blonde was right- how would he ever be a hero if he can't even defend himself?