Irredeemable

Truth

i think this might tick banana / that one king doge dude off so I'm gon do it B)

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yep

anyways

lEtS a Go

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The wind whipped at Izuku's skin as he plummeted towards the ground, the sound of his heartbeat reverberating through his eardrums. Still, he felt laughter bubble up in his chest before escaping from his throat as he watched an enraged Shigaraki peer from the window above.

"FUCKING BRAT!" he rasped, voice cracking and melding with the harsh winds.

He tossed a halfhearted smirk up at the man, watching as he huffed before turning to bark at the shadow that loomed behind him in a fit of childish rage.

Just as the man turned, Izuku felt the seriousness of the situation swallow him whole - adrenaline thrumming in his veins. His breaths became quicker and his eyes stung with uninvited tears that were brought on by the lashing air, eyes instinctively squeezing shut to blink the moisture away.

Without wasting any more time, Izuku sucked in a sharp breath (though it felt as if it attempted to flee his lungs to join the outside winds) and reached out towards the wall.

His arms stretched out desperately, fingers clawing at the concrete. No one was going to save him. Not heroes. Not vigilantes. Not villains.

He was alone.

It was just himself and the endless expanse of the night sky, barely lit by the blobs of light in the city below.

Izuku gritted his teeth as his fingers scraped down the side of the wall, blood bubbling from his fingertips and nails chipping. Even as his hands scarred, he forced himself to keep pushing, a coppery taste filling his mouth while his teeth sunk into his tongue.

He was running out of time. In only a few moments, he'd be nothing but another statistic. A crumpled body being pushed away from the concrete, blood stain washed away by the cleaning crews of the city.

Nobody would even know that he had died.

Refusing to resign himself to such a fate, Izuku pressed his palms against the wall, only hoping that he could somehow manage to catch himself. Hoping that, somehow, a quirk would spring to life within him, catching him just in the nick of time.

It seemed like a fantasy.

Or, it would have unless...

Izuku curled his fingers further, brushing aside the mangled skin that hung from the tips and attempting to force out any power that he could muster. And, just as all seemed hopeless, a black, oozing substance began to seep from his hands.

Much to his surprise, Izuku's fall began to slow, a sort of black webbing transforming his panicked thoughts of certain death into a flutter within his chest.

The terror in his mind broke hold once the boy finally came to a rest, just barely hanging onto the wall by the thin layer of sludge that stuck to his hands.

A long, rattly breath escaped Izuku's lips, a sort of glee surfacing inside as he realized that he was alive.

While the terror subsided, the boy began to slide from the wall, legs frantically kicking out to stop himself only to give out from under him and bring him to a groaning heap on the concrete.