AN// Please, if ya use it, gimme credit. I had fun writing this. Kind of. I was bored and trying to get over writers block.

I'm so tired.

Tired of all of this.

At a very young age, I discovered that not all men are created equal.

My name is Izuku Midoryia, and I was born without a quirk. When my friends found out, they turned against me. I was seen as a 'cripple'.

I began to face teasing and taunting.

Then the one I looked up to most began to beat me up. I told Mom I was just clumsy. I locked everything up.

I wanted to be a hero, but deep inside, I knew it was impossible.

I was quirkless. Useless.

Worthless.

Forgettable.

Weak.

That last one hit me hard. So I ignored the impossibility of me being a hero, and did my best to be strong. The beatings I got daily raised my pain tolerance to the point you had to stab me a couple times for me to feel the sting.

I worked out as often as I could, focusing on muscles for flexibility and speed, rather than bulky strength.

I got called out and nagged a lot for trying to be a hero, but honestly, it didn't bother me.

Unless Kaachan was the one degrading and taunting me.

I began to get fed up.

His words hurt more than when he beat me.

I always acted really happy, and put up a strong front, but I was insecure, and growing more fragile by the day.

Weekends were my escape. I could self-heal and prepare myself for the next week. I would distract myself from reality by losing myself in music.

It was my last year of secondary school.

I wanted to make it to UA.

Wanted.

Then the day came, where the weakened walls I had been barely keeping up, where shattered, and I gave up. Why?

Because of Kaachan.

"If you want to be a hero that badly,there might actually be another way."

I had dared to hope for a second he was actually being nice.

"Just pray you'll be born with a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the building."

At that moment, the second he walked out of the room, I collapsed, the desks banging as I fell into them. One hand buried in my messy green hair, the other clutching my shirt.

The world faded away, but at the same time became sharper than a knife. All I could hear were his words on repeat.

"Take a swan dive off the roof huh? Not a bad idea..."

So I stood and walked up to the roof.

No one would care right?

No one would miss me.

Right?

I stood on the edge, mind blank.

There, walking out of the school, was Kaachan.

He wanted to be the number one hero, right?

If that's what a hero is like. I don't want to be one.

Villains are closer to being hero than the ones who call themselves heros.

I don't want to be a hero.

I look down. The ground is far away. If I jump, I have a .000000005 chance of surviving.

Mom will miss me.

But I need to fix the world.

So I take a deep breath, spread my arms, and drop off the edge.

I'm not scared.

I'm not worried.

I will not die.

The air rushing past me feels great, and I can feel Kaachan staring at me. It's not a satisfied stare, more like an unbelieving, horrified stare.

This was what he wanted right? He never said I had to die from it. Just to be born with a quirk in my next life.

I feel every bone in me shatter as I meet the ground. But at the same time, I feel something inside me awaken. I'm sprawled on my back, eyes glassy, as Kaachan stand over me, shocked.

I realize, I'm not in my body. My body isn't looking too good, and I don't really feel anything as the ambulance takes my body away. I just follow after.

My body is taken immediately to the morgue. The moment my body is left alone, I see it begin to shift. It's healing, bones snapping back into place and the places where the impact caused my skin to split and bleed sealing shut.

My green eyes glow through closed eyelids, and my hair darkens. My skin pales, and I find myself back in my body.

I sit up, and feel something rushing through me.

I had a quirk. I didn't know what it was, or what it could do, but I had a quirk.

"Now to be a true hero." I murmur.