My pain becomes yours

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As Izuku Midoriya kept falling he realized he fell down a ledge with an open dumpster.

Heh, looks like fate has let me live once more ... can my fate be my hero? No, if it was my hero I would have been born with a quirk to avoid all of this in the first place. He thought of this as he was going to feel like a certain hero who lost their power in a movie he once saw.

As his body thuds to the trash in some way made him feel worse but at the same time happy as it was where he felt he belonged. Could this be what my grand future awaits me ? I am smart yet unnoticed by the rest of society. There even people who have extreme intelligence as quirks. Why couldn't I be born with something like that ?!" As much as his thoughts ringing through his head he was injured and more importantly: bleeding. Of course, such a fall could cause bleeding from anybody. However, that is when a girl appeared to see the body that dropped from the sky after an unsatisfying taste of blood.

"ughhh ! that is last person that I tried to talk to. He was also so ugly and totally not my type. I just can not use this persons blood as extra cover if he is dead. Well lets see what the garbage dumpster has for me !" She gleefully said as she popped in to see what she thinks is a dead body. However, Izuku already felt he was dead even though he was alive.

Then she saw a girl with a cute innocent smile. Although she had a bit of blood in her mouth and her sweater, she appeared innocent as it can be. Like she wasn't the one which was crazy and what was assumed to be: a murderer or serial killer.

"OOOOoo, a teenage boy fell from the sky. He is even so cute even with the rest of the trash. So sad that he died so young ." she said in an honest gleeful tone.

"Is she saying that I am important ? Am I not just a victim for her bloodlust or blood related quirk ? " Izuku asked himself

Then she pulled out a knife from somewhere below her legs. "So Do I start getting blood from the brain and possibly read his brain and last thoughts? Or do I go for the heart to know how his lonely heart felt before dying ?" said the pretty blond-haired girl.

At that moment Izuku spoke his sad depressing voice " Please... just end me and you can have whatever blood you want."

With that, the girl jumped back in fear as the corpse was alive again but could feel he rather be dead. She knew that she be considered a little bit crazy but never found somebody who wanted to be a victim to have their blood sucked out of them. It was as if he was an unnatural occurrence laid in that dumpster.

"Why would you let me drain blood from you? As well as actually kill you ?"

"I have nothing to look... forward to " He said shakily ad painfully going out of the dumpster. Landing with a small thud on the floor. Not having enough strength to pick himself up.

"Besides, you are the first person other than my mother who truly cared about me. You are the only hope I have to finally kill myself"

"what !? Why will you even have a death wish?! are you actually crazy ?!"She says this as she blushes a little from embarrassment. As she couldn't believe that she found somebody that wanted to die by her hand. Or more like her knives as she knew that is how it was always. Still, for some reason, she felt and couldn't believe she had found somebody again that she felt bad for.

"This certainly has to be a trap?! Tell me now what heroes do you have around ! I have a knife that I am not afraid to use this knife you... you... you..."

As she was stuttering she saw the cold dead eyes of his soul. Unable to not feel despair or fear as she was holding him down with a knife to his throat. She can see that he wanted to die. Unable to contain her emotions she decided to transform into him. She did it by licking the blood that was slowly dripping from his forehead. She wanted to realize if he wanted to die because of a useless quirk or a quirk that requires him to be like her. As she slowly transforms into him trying to figure out what was his deal and his depressive mood he spoke again.

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