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Dr. Bright

Pain. All life is, and will ever be. At least, what Izuku Midoriya understands life to be. It was why he... tried to escape this cycle. Unfortunately... it proved that was impossible, as the green haired boy woke up to it, finding himself still... and sprawled, laying on the street. Every bump and grove of the asphalt below him... he could feel it all. Izuku could also feel his bones... fractured and splintered, and he couldn't feel anything but the flare of his nerves as they responded to the pain. There was also a warm sensation... most likely his blood. The pain began to fade, miraculously, but not at a fast rate. How... am I alive?

I took Kacchan's advice... how am I alive? I don't...

Horror dripped into his thoughts as the greenette considered all options. No... don't tell me that my quirk had to have a trigger this extreme.

Ragged breaths escaped his lungs, becoming more even as moments passed by. I... have a quirk... but there's no point in a quirk like this... right? After all, it's wasted on a useless Deku like me.

Sighing, he thought about what to do. I... I have nothing to return to. Why can't I die? I can't be a hero, I can't do anything right...

Quietly, he reached forwards, and clutched the ground, slippery as it was with his own blood. Clawing his way up... he got to his feet. Looking around, he felt his muscles ache as splinters of bone wove their way through his muscle fibers, before resetting themselves into his reforming bones. The pain wouldn't go away, but it was lessening.

However, he was distracted from the sensations of his quirk... by sounds going on around him. Looking down, he saw that his clothes were absolutely drenched in his own blood. Oh no... imagine what they would think if they found me like this! Nobody would believe me...

Helicopters flew low among the buildings, spotlights going into alleyways... and Izuku didn't stop to think that they wouldn't be after him. After all, after just having tried to... well... rational thought wasn't on the docket right now. And, he didn't want to be found, by anyone. Looking around for cover, he the greenette entered a building, and hid. By the sign outside, it was an old gym. Even with the lights off, the strobing helicopter's lights shined through the building's windows, revealing a boxing ring in the middle, sets of weights... and everything one would need to get fit. Even those built for strength and durability quirks.

He rested against the wall, exhausted, still bleeding from the forehead. He didn't notice that he was staining the wall with the blood on his back, nor that he tracked blood inside the building.

However, any potential thoughts he had were yet again interrupted by footsteps, running outside the door he was right next to... and they opened. A ragged man with a long white beard closed the door and barred it with a nearby gym mat, the best he could find, given the circumstances. It seems that Izuku wasn't the only one wanting to hide right now...

He sat against the door out of breath, just like Izuku. When he realized the boy was there, he stiffened, and turned to see him. A quick glance over his uniform with his wizened eyes elucidated something... different about the boy. Of course being covered in blood was suspicious and surprising, but there was something in the boy's eyes which he recognized. A similar look to his own, that look of despair in a cruel world. They both wished for nothing but for the pain to end. To move on. 

An understanding that, predictably, had awkward moment of silence pass between the two. A moment which ended as the man sighed, smiling amicably. "What's your name, young man?"
Suspicious, Izuku asked. "Why would I tell a stranger like you?"
He nodded, understanding the boy's viewpoint, with a wisdom far beyond the boy's. "Right... I'll tell you my name first. I am Dr. Jack Bright."