Call me by my name

Every good thing rots and turns vile. He was certainly convinced of this now, more so than he had ever been. Gone was the boy who believed everyone was inevitably good in their core. That evil was a byproduct of the wrongdoings of those that came long before any of them were even thought of. That boy died long ago, along with all of the things he had ever dreamed of becoming.
No, the Izuku Midoryia that stood here now above the city casting shadows on the pavement was a hollow shell of that once happy child.

The child who lost everything. The boy who loved too much. The person that fell too hard.

In his place, was Ash.