But I love the way it feels?

A spark of life.

Deku's POV

"Why don't you take a swan dive off the roof of the building, and hope and pray for a quirk in your next life." Kacchan spat out, venom lacing in his voice. I stood there, frozen in fear and anger, how could he say that to me? What the hell did I do to him? Isn't that taking it too far? What if he gets in trouble? Those thoughts were swamped in my head, I didn't even notice Kacchan and his goons bark out laughs at me. The sound of a door being slammed jolted me out of my thoughts, I sighed, then it occurred to me, why don't I just kill myself? Mom would be so much more happy then she is now. She already beats me enough than Kacchan, at least I can cover up the bruises I get from her and say it was a kid from school.

Like anyone would care anyway, who would care for a quirkless freak like me? Shaking my head, I huffed out a dry, sorrowful laugh. What was I thinking? Course no one would care. They're all just pieces of shit, so arrogant cause they have quirks, something I don't have, which indicates how much I'm worth, and with no quirk means I'm giving worse looks then when someone steps in dog shit. Making my decision, I rushed to grab my bag hanging off my desk chair, not even bothering to go out and get the explosion burnt notebook. What's the point if I'm going to die? I slung the bag over my shoulder, holding the strap and raced to the door. I swung it open, not caring for the sound that came out of that action.

I practically ran down the hall, towards the stairwell that leads to the rooftop entrance, I may or may not have tripped over three or two steps on my way up. Once upon the entrance, I observed the door that will indicate my fate in a split second decision. I noticed that the school never bothered to lock up the door, probably because they're all just a bunch of dickheads who got a divorced and has never had a sex life. I sighed and made my decision, I outstretched my hand and grabbed the cold, metal handle, and twisted it to the side, hearing a creak as it opened up. Once opened, I could feel the gentle breeze on my cheeks, closing my eyes to take in the scent of the fresh air. I felt content. At peace for the first time in my life since I was four.

I took a step forward, hearing my worn out red shoes thump upon the rooftop. Letting the door swing close on its own, I strutted towards the edge of the building, a bounce in my step as I was so content with this decision. Humming a melody I couldn't remember the name of, I opened my closed eyes and faltered in my step. It looked so beautiful up upon the roof, the blue sky had a rosy haze to it now, indicating that it was the late evening, and the black birds were flying around the evening sky. A small smile was placed on my lips. I knew I made the right choice.

I decided not to waists anymore time, I bent over to undo and take off my red shoes. Once my shoes where in my hand I climbed up and over the railing on the roof, I'm not going to right a note, who would even care for a quirkless reject? I shook my head, no time in dwelling on these thoughts any longer. I set my shoes down right beside me, and then I took a look at the ground below me. It looked so soft, like a cushioned bed waiting for its owner to use it. I wanted to feel that warmth it was radiating. Death seemed so sincere, I wonder why I never considered it till now? Maybe it's because I finally gave up on my dream? I realized that reality had other plans for a quirkless boy like me. No more playing fantasy. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath, exhaling as I opened my eyes again.

The scene in front of me made me want to jump even more, I turned my body at 180 degrees. I then let the air and gravity take me, leaning back, I felt the wind rustling my green, curly locks. A real, and true smile, formed on my face. This is it. The moment I've been wanting. I felt peaceful, like no one or thing could take this away. I was dead. Fucking. Wrong.

When I was about 8 feet above the ground, waiting for my demise to arrive. Black and purple mist surrounded my vision, I was confused. Why couldn't I just die? Why does life hate me so much? What did I do to deserve this shit?!? Once the sandy purple and black mist disperse from my vision, I landed on a bouncy, and soft material. I sat up, my bones aching from the air pressure, I took that moment to observe my surroundings. It looked like I was in a bar, there was an empty liquor bottle sitting on the bar counter, there were some cobwebs sitting in the corner of some places, and it smelled pretty musty too. I looked down at what I was sitting on, it looked like an old worn out couch, and smelled like one too.