before i vanish

Midoriya knows a lot of things.

He knows that he's quirkless, that Bakugou Katsuki is an asshole, and that he likes sunsets. He knows of the hatred his mother harbors towards him and that katsudon tastes good.

What he didn't know, however, was that he has a quirk.

. . . .

"Well shit," he groaned, groping the gaping hole in his chest. Wincing at the noticeable pain in his torso, he limps towards the entrance of the alleyway using the wall as a crutch. Blood smears on the rough bricks, plastering the pale red in a bloody mess, pieces of skin caught in the crevices. Limping along, completely oblivious to the prying eyes of pro hero Eraserhead.

"The fuck?"

(a rewrite)