----- Everyone else left, Turning their backs to me Never to return in my life, So why, Why do you choose to stay? ----- Some days I feel as if I'm falling, I would reach up my hand and wait until someone grabs it. But no one has, they wouldn't save the damaged girl because they would think I want this. They couldn't be anymore wrong, I just wanted someone to help me before I stop reaching out my hand, before you're so far from my grasp, before I clench onto the image of you walking away. Every time I inhale I exhale to get every little bit of air out of my body. And for a second, just for a second I feel light headed, I feel my heart begin to beat faster at the fact that there is no more air to filter my lungs. Only to be calmed down until I take another breath in. Sometimes I wonder, if I suddenly stop breathing, if I pull my hand back from where you once stood. What would happen? One day, I'd like to know the answer. ----- In their eyes, I am nothing but a monster. In my eyes, I am what ever they say I am. But she's not a monster, she's far from it. Even though related by blood we couldn't be more different. She's intelligent, beautiful, loved, everything I'm not. I lurk in her shadow as they praise her. It's sad right? Even my own mother despises me because I'm not her, I'm pathetic and useless, nothing but a pawn in this game called life. She even resorted to beating her own child in hopes that one day I'd be that perfect little girl like my sister. The image of her is fading away as I fall deeper and deeper, wondering if someone catch me after I hit rock bottom. Hoping someday I won't have to reach up my hand any longer. ----- ~I do not own any of the BNHA characters~ A/N: If you're just starting to read this story, please bare with it, I've only recently revamped it. I have to admit the beginning chapters aren't well executed because I wrote this story a long time ago, but I promise as the chapters progress it gets better.

"Akaashi, do you like someone?" She felt the shiver going down the boy's spine. "Yeah...", Akaashi replied after a moment of silence. (...) "Are you... Are you sad because you like someone too?", the boy asked warily. "Yeah..." "Did he reject you?", he inquired. "No...", [Name] replied. "But he likes someone different", she added and clenched her teeth.

The smallest of changes can have the greatest of impacts. Now watch as one of those minuscule differences changes Izuku Midoriya's life forever; witness the birth of Nozomu: the quirkless hero! 🎉 #1in quirkless #3 in vigilante #1 in vigilantedeku #1 in vigilanteizuku #1 in quirklessizuku #1 in shinso #1 in uraraka #1 in aizawa #2 in deku #12 in myheroacademia (Apologies but there will be slow, inconsistent updates) (Please note that all characters and names (and therefore copyrights) in this story belong to their respective owners)

What makes a hero, a hero? The courage? A symbol of justice? A symbol of peace? A boy filled with rejection and fear couldn't find the answer. What made a hero, a hero? Why did he try so hard to become one? While sat on a bridge, Midoriya is approached by a man in a black hoodie with steely blue hair. And offers a new direction. One that could save or ruin his life. Behind a mask, information at his side, he could finally get back at the world that torn him apart ~~~~~ Story of villian deku Cover was made by JaydaCleveland (Thank you my dude!) The final few chapters are edited by lomewmew42 (chapter 45 onward) Warning: contains strong language and dark content This is the first story I've written so if it sucks feel free to call it out