Yamikumo Midoriya is a strange kid.
His hands are always covered in ink and dirt, always tugging at the bottom of his shorts and making them dirty. His void black hair looks like I giant black rat that sits on his head all day. His eyes always looked other way, never at one thing for too long. He always looks nervous, always looks scared. he never smiles.
Nobody sees the four year old as he runs away from the crowds, runs from the attention. his feet carry him to the corner of the room, the back of the classroom, inside a cupboard in his house where no one can find him for days. No one can hurt him if he hides.
His 'friends' always punch and kick him because he's quirkless. They cover his skin in bruises and blood until you can't recognize his face.
Burns and cuts cover his arms like tattoos. You'll never see him wearing short sleeve shirts.
Midoriya izuku is now 14, sitting in the back of the classroom (of course) staring out the window with a blank, lifeless stare.
His movements are stiff and unnoticeable as he gets up from his chair and shoves his pens and notebook into his sunflower yellow backpack. One of his 'friends', (his least favorite one) approaches him with a fiery glare filled with cockiness and arrogance.
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"Do everyone a favor and go swan dive off the rooftop for all I care!" Kacchan yells at me.
Whoa, why haven't I thought of that yet? Maybe I should try it. Even so, with my stupid luck, I'll probably make it out alive.
Eh, worth a try.
I turn around and look at the window, specifically the lock. I walk closer and fiddle with it until it unlocks and I open the window.
I turn around, kacchan wasn't there. Must've left. Such a shame, I'm sure he would've loved seeing me fall to my death.
I face the window, the front of the school is below. The fall is three stories, so I shouldn't make it out alive.
I put my left foot up on the window sill and heave my body up. I'm holding onto the top of the window, I'm standing on the window sill. I look down, it's so far away, and yet, the fall will last only a few seconds.
I suddenly felt less obligated to jump, the wind blowing my hair into my face.
Maybe I shouldn't, not here, not now. I still haven't said goodbye to mom.
I lower my left leg back into the classroom, but I can't.
Why can't I do it?
A small twist in my stomach begins to form, the fall kept seeming a lot further down.
I start getting worried, my hands felt sweaty.
It feel like an invisible force, telling me to jump.
I can't, not now, not today. No no no no no.
I get desperate, I'm shoving myself back into the classroom. I don't want to die, no, not now.
This thing, it's forcing me. Why. Why. Why
My grip is getting weak, my arms hurt, though I'm used to it. The world seems to conspire against me, why did I ever think I could get my way.
I'm so lost in thought that I don't even realize I'm falling.
The sky is black
The ground is red
The thoughts inside my head kill me slowly, before the crack of my neck hitting the ground and snapping off my head takes the final blow.
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FanfictionYamikumo Midoriya is a strange kid. His hands are always covered in ink and dirt, always tugging at the bottom of his shorts and making them dirty. His void black hair looks like I giant black rat that sits on his head all day. His eyes always looke...
