Not the CONFESSION you'd expect

Chapter 1: Deku

Deku

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"You stupid fucking Deku. Stop dreaming about being a hero already. You're just a fucking pebble in my way of greatness that needs to be blown up!"

"K-Kacchan... Please don't-" A young boy going by the nick-name, Deku, was lying down on the concrete playground. Burn marks ran up and down his body. Some new, some old. Because he's quirkless, Izuku was constantly bullied by 'Kacchan', Katsuki Bakugo. This had continued for around a year now, since he was officially declared quirkless. But that didn't stop his dreams of becoming a hero. So he took on the hobby of writing and drawing everything about heros and villains in a series of note-books. Unfortunately for Izuku Midoriya, Kacchan had locked his eyes with the latest installment of Izuku's analysis books.

"Oooo, what is this, Deku?" Katsuki Bakugo pulles the notebook out of Izuku's hands while his friends hold the greenette down and starts flicking through it. "'HERO ANALYSIS FOR THE FUTURE' What is all this crap. How 'bout I dispose of it right here right now." He puts his open palm against the book cover.

"Noooo... Kacchan please. Please don't-"

Boom

"Now listen here you little shit, how 'bout you climb all the way up to the top of the school building and take a swan dive off the roof. You might end up with a quirk in the afterlife. HAHAHAHA!" Katsuki started laughing along with his friends who kept stomping on Izuku's book's ashes. Not taking it any longer, Izuku wriggled out of the other boys' hands and started making his way over to the stairway. The bullies just stared blankly in suprise at him before catching onto what was happening. One by one they started running away from Katsuki, who didn't understand what was happening. Better see what that dumb shit will do now... he though to himself.

Izuku continued to make his way up to the highest point of the school. He has tried his hardest to still smile for his mum, covering up his scars as best he could. But his mum always avoided him anyways, probably too scared to tell Izuku how useless he really is. He began muttering to himself. Kacchan is right. I am just a useless, powerless Deku. What good am I doing by being here, except for taking the role of Kacchan's punching bag. It's probably best if I'm not here anymore. "Isn't this what you dreamed of, KACCHAN?" Izuku said the last part out loud.

"DEKU YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Katsuki arrived just in time to see Izuku swing his other leg over the rails. "Get back here now!"

Deku turned and gave the blond a manic smile. "Is this not what you have always wanted, Kacchan? Well, it's your lucky day!" He turned back around and smiled at the ground. "I guess it doesn't seem too bad from up here. Kind of exciting." Izuku quietly muttered before leaning out and jumping.

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A man wearing a formal white under-shirt, vest, red tie and black pants was walking down the street of his favourite neighbourhood when he heard a commotion. He quickly walked around the corner and saw something that disturbed him greatly. He saw a kid with green, messy hair, standing on the edge of the tall school building. People, students, and teachers were standing down the bottom, watching. Not helping. Watching. Not even local heros showed up. Something clicked inside the man's head. Isn't that the kid that Tomura was interested in? Well, I guess it's our lucky day.