Passion And Despair (Bakudeku)

bad decisions

Izuku pov:
I walked up the stairs of my middle school heading towards the rooftop. I hadn't yet gone home my mother would undoubtedly be worried by now as it is currently 9pm that is assuming she isn't working late tonight. "God how many more steps?" I muttered to no one in particular. I finally reached the rooftop and shut the door behind me. The sky was clear and you could see all the the stars in the sky clearly. the moon was also very bright, I took a minute to stare at it after all it would be the last thing I see before I end it all so it might as well be something pretty.

I took my red shoes off and placed them near the edge of the roof using them as a paper weight for my letter. I took a step forward onto the edge so stood looking down at the ground below."so this is it..." I took a deep breath and looked down then....

I stepped off.

I was falling for what felt like forever. my eyes had long since closed and yet I felt calm and free, I have not felt this for so long. kacchan and his 'friends' definitely did not help with that. After being named quirkless I was called deku first it was just kacchan calling me that but then like always his friends followed his lead and began calling me deku too.middle school isn't great in fact it's hell I'm bullied almost every day by my class even the teacher sometimes. Today I finally snapped I'd harm myself since I was 8 maybe 9 not many thoughts of ending it not until today... earlier kacchan told me if I really wanted a quirk that bad then there might be a way take a swan dive of the roof of the building and pray for a quirk in my next life. I looked him in the eye and he just turned away and walked off. Then the sluge villain incident happened I met all might he said a quirkless person like me could never become a hero and should try being a cop instead. He left me on a roof and that's what reminded me of kacchans words I sat on the roof thinking for hours of whether I should or shouldn't jump. I'd made my decision and had began walking back to my middle school.

Snag!

Aizawa pov:
I was jumping from building to building using my scarf to swing. "God I hate patrolling at night" I mumbled to myself. I kept swinging from building to building until I saw a blob walking on a rooftop towards the edge. As I got closer I realized it was a green haired kid in a scuffed up school uniform. I was slightly concerned why a kid was on a roof at 9pm but It immediately hit me what was going on as soon as I saw him taking off his shoes. I was about a building away when he stood on the edge and jumped. I managed to throw my capture weapon before he hit the ground. Once I felt the weight on the other end I felt a wave of relief hit me and began to pull him up despite his efforts to struggle and get out of my scarf.

Izuku pov:

I was falling until I felt something wrap around my waist and getting caught on my ankle then begin to pull me up. I wriggled and squirmed to get out of it's grasp but it was no use whatever or whoever it was that was pulling me up would not let go. The grey material wrapped around my middle and ankle had Finally pulled me to the rooftop again. I was met with a homeless looking man in a black jumpsuit I'd seen him before but I couldn't quite place where or who he was. "Hey kid, are you hurt anywhere?" The scruffy looking man spoke and his scarf wrapped back around his neck. I wasn't quite paying attention but when he waved his hand infont of my face I had snapped back into reality."why did you save me sir...?" I managed to force the words out not really wanting to speak. "Answer the question kid, are you hurt?" He spoke again but a little softer this time. "No..." I spoke unconvinced by my own words, in fact when he caught me I sprained my ankle because of my foot being tangled up in the scarf. "ok then, to answer im a pro hero. im eraserhead whats yours kid?" the scruffy man stated. i thought for a moment eraserhead...eraserhead then it clicked he was an underground pro i had a page or two in my notebook. from what i can tell he wasn't a dick like all might was to me and i could probably trust him. "kid, you ok? your mumbling" eraserhead asked in a slightly firmer tone. "oh- uh... m-my name is izuku but you can call me deku" i stuttered "deku? why would anyone call you that?" he asked rather surprised. "eraserhead sir im quirkless, my class bullies me almost any chance they get and the teachers don't care in fact they join in thats why im called deku, not even all might thought i could become a hero" i began to sob he looked at me with a face i couldn't quite read next thing i knew he was pulling me into his embrace. i ended up crying into his chest for at least half an hour until i passed out.

Aizawa pov:

Izuku had been crying into my chest for a good half an hour until he eventually passed out. the poor boy seemed to have been bullied to the point where he felt suicide was the only way out. he never told me his address so ill call Nezu to see if i can take him to the ua dorms for now.

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