Blood. It's red shade tinted his hands, telling him the agonizing truth. Tears fell from his freckled cheeks, not having any more will to hide his sorrow. He held her close, hugging her tightly. He wouldn't let go. Never. Light hands cupped his face. It was terrifyingly cold. "Be strong, my sweet baby boy. . ." Her words echoed in his mind, as silence followed. He tried. He couldn't. He just couldn't. Everything was just too shattered to fix.

Being able to see things no one has ever, is not great. Izuku-a boy who just wants to live a normal life and become a hero-is cursed to see things he doesn't want to have anything to do with. He never asked to be Champion of Death, but he's stuck with the title. So he's cursed, quirkless, the main target of a murderer, and going to become a hero no matter what. Wait, a target? Well, that's nice to know. Let's just add villains into the fray, yes? Because that's what he needs. More trouble. He's just cursed to be a protagonist. ⚠️Has triggering elements such as murder and descriptive depictions of corpses. Deals with implications of suicide and bad thoughts. Reader desecration is advised.⚠️