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His Last Words (how glad he was they weren’t)

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Izuku walked up the final stairs leading to the roof of UA.

Just an average boy, he always wore a smile. He was cheerful and happy for a short while. Now he's older, things are getting colder. Life's not what he thought, he wish someone had told him. He told you he was down, you let it slip by. So from then on he kept it on the inside.


"Hey All Might? Can we talk?" The pro hero was excited. He had an idea to help Izuku with his quirks!


"Can it wait for a few minutes? I have an idea, my boy!"




Told himself he was alright but he was telling white lies can't you tell, look at his dull eyes. He tried to stop himself from crying almost every night cause he knew there was no chance of feeling alright. Summer came by, all he wore was long sleeves, cause those cuts on his wrists were bleedin through, you see.


"Why are you wearing long sleeves, Midobro? It's eighty out?" Izuku forced a bright smile. 


"I don't know. Guess I just feel more comfortable with long sleeves."


He knew he was depressed, didn't want to admit it. Everyone was fooled, everyone seemed to miss it. He carried on like a soldier with a battle wound. Bleeding out from every cut his body consumed. 


"Can I talk to you about something?" Uraraka needed help.


He was so tired. He couldn’t help someone else if he couldn't even help himself. "Of course!"


"Are you okay, though?"


"I'm fine! Just a little tired."


He had no friends at school, all alone he sat. And if someone were to notice he would blame the cat. But those cuts on his wrists, they were no mistake, but there was no chance to save him from his self hate.  


"Are you bleeding, Midoriya?"


"Huh. Must have scraped my arm or something. I'll put a bandage on it when we get back to the dorms.” 


Things were going down, never really up. And here he is now, stuck in this stupid rut. He knew exactly what he had to do next, just stand on the chair and tie the rope around his neck.


Izuku stepped up to the edge of the roof, his lips starting to spread in a small smile.


He wrote a letter with his hands shaking wild. 'Look at me, now. Are proud of your precious  child?’ But he new that his parents weren’t the ones to blame. It was the world that should bow down its head in shame.


He let the neatly folded piece of paper flutter from his hand to the floor and stepped out of his shoes, making sure one slipper weighed the paper down, as to not fly away.


He stood on the chair and looked out at the moon. Just don't think, it will all be over soon. The chair fell down as he took his final breath, all over, all gone, now he's greeting death.


Aizawa got the notification that someone was on the roof. He saw his problem child standing in the roof's edge and ran. He flung out his capture weapon just in time to snag the boy’s bicep. He ran to the edge and pulled him up. Evidently the jarring pull knocked him out.


His dad walks in, he falls down to the floor. Now nothing can take back was he just saw. The little boy that he raised is just hanging there. His body's pale and his face is violently bare. He sees the note and unfolds it. Did we care? All he does is stare. How can this be fair? He starts reading as the tears roll down his face.


Aizawa gathered the unconscious boy in his arms as a tear rolled down his face. He grabbed the note and started reading.


I'm sorry, guys, but this world is just not my place. I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in. I've come to realise, this world's full of sin. There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space. I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race. It's a disgrace. I was misplaced. 

Born in the wrong time, and in the wrong place.           

But it's okay though, cause you'll see me soon. 

You'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon. As it shines bright, throughout the night, remember everyone's facing their own fight. But I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter. You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter. Don't let the world know that I died in vain. Because the world around me is the one to blame. And I know in a year, you'll forget I'm gone. 

Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on. That's what they used to tell me, all those kids in school, so I'm going by the law of majority rules. My presence on this earth is not needed any longer, and if anything, I hope this makes you stronger. 

You're the best friends that I ever had, such a shame I had to make you so very sad. Just remember that you meant everything to me. And to my heart, you're the only one that held the key. Now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write. Yes, I lost my fight. But please just hold on tight. I'm watching over you from the clouds above. Sending down the purest and whitest doves. To watch over you and be my helpful eye. 

So this is it world... Goodbye. 


Aizawa hugged the brat again as he silently sobbed. He scooped the brat up, took him inside, put him in a bed, and watched over him. Once he woke up, Aizawa scrunched the boy into his arms.




“I’m here, problem child. I’m here.” And Izuku… broke down. He crumpled into his teacher’s arms and sobbed. Because he finally had someone.