The Honored Hero: Deku!

A New Beginning

Izuku had expected the impact to be filled with cold, unbearable pain.

What he was met with, however, was anything but.

"I AM HERE!" A booming voice bellowed as Izuku felt the wind race beside him.

"All Might?! Did I die and go to hero heaven?!" The greenette cracked his blue eyes open and was greeted with the sight of pearly whites smiling down at his lithe frame.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT YOUNG MAN?!" His heart raced as he took note of the genuine concern in his idol's voice.

"I-I'm alright" From his position on All Might's shoulder, Izuku was able to make out the number one hero's destination.

"The mental hospital..." Izuku frowned deeply. In his excitement at being saved by his idol, he'd forgotten why he was getting saved in the first place.

"I-I'm a-alright. You don't have to take me t-there..." The greenettes tone was low, nearly a mutter, but All Might heard it nonetheless.

"Look..."

"Midoriya"

"Look, Young Midoriya, you attempted to end your life today. I'm no professional but I do know you need to talk to someone" The man's voice was hearty as ever but lost its booming volume and playful tone.

As the two rushed through the air, Izuku realized something.

"I can ask All Might if I can be a hero. If he believes me it won't matter what Kacchan says" and so he asked.

"I'm sorry Young Midoriya, without a proper offensive quirk you'd have little to no success in the hero business...it'd be best you use that power for something akin to police work, if you're interested I have a contact in the force who you can shadow until you're finished with school!"

Izuku truly wished he hadn't been saved.

The greenette shot his gaze elsewhere, focusing his vision so as to pay attention to anything but the mental health clinic they were rapidly approaching.

"Can you tell me when these thoughts started?" He'd been in the clinic for all of 7 minutes and hated every second of it.

"I-I've thought about it in p-passing, but I never p-planned to actually do it...not until today." The dark-skinned man ran a finger through his jaw-length locs, eyes shifting down towards his clipboard before refocusing on his client.

"Can you tell me when exactly they started?" A thoughtful look washed over Izuku's face as he attempted to pinpoint when exactly he started to feel this way.

"When I revealed my quirk to my former friend." There was no stutter, no nervousness, no anything. Izuku looked tired, as he watched the therapist scribble even more notes onto his clipboard.

"I assume that friend began to bully you severely?"

"Yes."

"Can you give me an example?"

"Are any students here interested in learning an instrument?" The class remained silent as they stared at the cocoa-colored woman, silence filling the classroom as neither party refused to break it.

Until Izuku raised his hand.

"I-I w-would " Almost immediately a warm smile washed over the taller woman's face as she softly clapped her hands together.

"That's wonderful Midoriya! Do you know what you'd like to play by chance? It's ok if you don't." The greenette briefly thought of all the instruments he knew of and wondered if he'd be good at any of them before coming to the conclusion that he had no clue.