hello and welcome to IRREDEEMABLE!! :D

now, I should probably warn you before continuing; this book will be darker than my others

there will be abuse, uncensored swearing (that hurts me to look at; thanks Urararaka xD), death, torture, etc.

idk if that matters to you - just wanted to give fair warning

also there's no ships; there'll be things that might seem like ships, but there aren't any hhhHhHh xD

also also izuku is like

a total masochist

so there's that

ANYWAYS

If you're fine with all that, please continue! <3

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Izuku mumbled to himself drowsily, turning in a slow manner as he wrapped himself up in his blankets. Despite the muffled nose in his ears, he showed no indication of waking up, instead favoring to push his luck.

"Brat... Brat... BRAT!" Hisashi shouted, finally pinching and yanking his ear once he became fed up enough.

Izuku winced, sitting up in bed. "What...?"

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP SLEEPING ALL DAY!" Hisashi roared, pushing the boy's head into the wall and waking him from his tired stupor. His skull slammed against the wall with reckless force and, if he weren't so used to his father's enraged ranting and such, he most certainly would've burst into tears.

"What now?" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

Hisashi snarled. "Don't 'what now' me, brat. Get off your lazy ass and be productive for once. God knows you can't do anything else right." He glared at the boy, almost daring him to show his insolence, but simply turning once he received no reaction. "Remember, I can kick you out at any time. It's just a matter of when." And, with those last words, Hisashi slammed the door to Izuku's room. After a moment, however, he shouted, adding, "AND WAKE THE HELL UP!"

Izuku turned towards the door, straining his ears as he listened for the moment where he couldn't hear his father's footsteps anymore. Once a few moments had passed after a tense silence, the boy grumbled, throwing his blankets off of himself.

"And if it were up to me," he mumbled nastily, "You'd be 6 feet in the ground."

However, he immediately suppressed those thoughts. After all, boys like him were supposed to want to be heroes, not murderers. So, he supposed, he would just bide his time until his father's reckoning came. Until then, though...

Izuku glanced towards his clock, seeing that it was nearly 2pm. "That's not even my worst," he mumbled annoyedly, quickly pulling his pants on. "What's got the old man so ticked?"

Hisashi was quite an interesting man. In front of people, he was the kindest person they could ever meet. He and Izuku were a perfect family portrait.

At home, however, it was an entirely different story. In reality, the man was a drunkard who seemed to take pleasure in torturing and admonishing his son despite the qualities that would make him a dream come true for any other father.

Too bad you can't choose who you're stuck with.

After a few moments of lazily staring at the wall, stuck in his own mind, Izuku pushed himself off his bed and stepped outside his room. Without even a glance towards his father, he walked into the living room before slipping his shoes on and heading outside.

Life, Izuku had realized throughout the years, was so incredibly unfair - not to mention boring. Even his father's abuse had been rendered nothing more than a small nuisance - a drastic change from the boarish screams and protests that would escape from his throat when he was younger.

Back to the point, though. Izuku couldn't remember the last time that he felt... well, really anything. He mostly figured it was one of those 'teenager things' at first, but he quickly realized it wasn't normal. He, for the most part, wasn't normal.

Izuku glanced at the sky as he walked, hands shoved into his pockets as he remembered his torturous childhood. His father had earned his disdain when he was oh so young when he had begun 'dealing with him' after it was discovered that Izuku was quirkless. What a disappointment he was, he'd always say.

His mother, being the kind woman she was, would always intervene. He'd like to say she was still within the world, or at the very least he'd like to say she passed peacefully. However, he knew better. Although he'd never be able to prove it, Izuku knew. Hisashi had killed her in cold blood.

The day she disappeared was when Izuku really started hating Hisashi. He took away his only pillar of support, and to make matters worse, still dragged him around to corporate events and such as the 'perfect son.' It made him sick.

How such an awful man could get away with his deeds so easily, he'd never know. Izuku figured, though, that it was because of his seemingly magical ability to charm anyone.

Just like...

Izuku gulped, shaking his head. It wasn't his fault. It was Hisashi's. Izuku wasn't to blame at all.

He may have witnessed the dripping red with his own eyes, but how could he be blamed? He was just a child. His father was the monster. A demon.

Though, Izuku admitted, he couldn't say it wasn't at least a little pleasurable. To see his tormentors begging for his help while he simply stared at them. It sent a chill down his spine. It brought a smile to his face. It brought a rush of excitement.

Izuku, realizing what he was thinking about, shrugged his thoughts away and glanced upwards, only to find himself in the middle of the city within a large crowd. He tilted his head curiously, staring at a shark-like man roaring profanities and voicing his rage as he stood upon the highway.

Faintly, Izuku heard mumbles about the man having been a purse-snatcher that had been cornered, making the boy roll his eyes. "Pathetic," he mumbled, simply annoyed that he had to deal with the man blocking his path.

Just as Izuku was about to take a different route, however, a hero - who he immediately recognized as Kamui Woods - entered the scene. Izuku watched with a slight curiosity as the shark villain swatted at the hero, his heart giving an unnoticeable flutter.

Kamui then went into his heroic spiel about justice and such - which Izuku had a hard time not laughing at considering his seriousness towards such a trivial matter - before using his super move that the boy had seen a thousand times before.

Just as the man was about to capture the villain, however, a loud, resounding voice exploded through the air. "CANYON CANNON!" a woman shouted, harshly kicking the man to the ground and causing him to faint. She then stood taller, grinning as reporters moved away from Kamui and towards her.

Izuku furrowed his brows, annoyed with this side to heroics. No matter how hard someone tried, there'd be another hero waiting for the opportunity to snatch up their catch. It was a dog-eat-dog world, he supposed.

Finding himself less enthralled by that point, Izuku turned around and shook his head, seeing that he wasn't getting through anytime soon. So, like the large group of people probably should've done, he took an alternate route.

He sighed to himself as he walked. In an advanced world full of quirks, he thought there'd be... more. Not just annoying cutthroat competition and wastes of potential. He supposed there was the occasional odd one out - like the number one hero and a man he adored, All Might - but it wasn't much.

Izuku figured he might've been picky, though. After all, how could he judge other people for the ways in which he used his quirk if he didn't have one of his own? Despite his father's best attempts for him to develop one, he never had, and the boy gave up on getting one years ago.

Of course, though, that only escalated the bullying.

When it had first been discovered that Izuku was quirkless, he had been absolutely devastated. He even welcomed his father's 'help' in trying to get him to develop one. Fate isn't easy to change, though, and he made no progress. Eventually, it was broken to everyone at school.

Why, he wondered, was the world so fixated on quirks? If he had one, would he be praised? Loved? Happy?

He'd never know. He was just a waste of space, or so he was reminded of constantly. Someone who took up the air that someone else could use.

---

Izuku's ears had gotten used to his teacher's incessant rambling, and at some point had developed a filter for actual importance throughout his time at Aldera. Like he did half the time, the man was speaking about quirks and such, carelessly throwing papers in the air much to Izuku's disgust.

"Why bother?" his teacher would always say. They all wanted to be heroes, so why bother?

Izuku couldn't help but scoff at the ridiculousness. With all of the practically useless quirks in the class, they'd be lucky to-

"...end up as sidekicks to some busted D-Lister," Katsuki had finished for him.

The green-haired boy silently agreed, smiling at the blonde. He didn't particularly know what it was about him, but whenever he saw him, his heart fluttered. It was strange, though. It didn't feel like love, or at least not in the way most people described.

In fact, he probably should've hated the constantly angry pomeranian for everything he put him through. But instead, when the boy beat him bloody, he simply grinned. He was almost upset when the boy backed off as he grew older, instead opting to verbally taunt him.

He shook his head. It didn't matter. It wasn't like Katsuki would return any sort of feelings towards the boy, and he wasn't exactly upset about it either.

"Oh yeah, Midoriya, don't you want to go to U.A. too?" his teacher asked, catching his attention. He heard his previously angered classmates quiet down before bursting into a sudden and seemingly contagious fit of laughter.

"Midoriya, you're kidding right?! There's no way you're getting into the hero course without a quirk!"

Midoriya kept on a tight-lipped smile, trying not to imagine bashing the boy's head in. "I don't see what's wrong with it," he practically shook, teeth curled into probably the worst and fakest-looking smile imaginable. "They got rid of that rule, so-"

"Listen, Deku!" Katsuki slammed his hand onto Izuku's desk, smoke rising from his hands. "You're even worse than the rest of these rejects, you quirkless wannabe! You really think they'd let someone like you in when they could have someone like me?!"

A light blush appeared on his cheeks. "You n-never know, Katsuki. I think it's worth a try." He tried to suppress his reddening face, a sort of sickly feeling churning in his stomach.

Katsuki looked a bit taken aback before putting on his usual annoyed expression. "Tch. Whatever, you creep."

As the bell rang, Izuku found himself glancing towards his teacher, who seemed to want to have no part in whatever interaction the boys were having, instead opting to pretend he didn't see them. Izuku glared at him annoyedly despite knowing he wouldn't notice, figuring that the man would just pass it off as 'roughhousing' or something of the sort if it got ugly. After all, why would he need to defend a quirkless freak?

Izuku was suddenly broken out of his slight daze as one of Katsuki's friends picked up his Hero Analysis book, causing the boy to stiffen. "What's this?" he asked, handling it carelessly. "A diary or something?" His eyes trailed down the cover before he let out an amused chuckle. "Don't tell me you're taking notes on how to be a hero! That's so pathetic!"

"He's delusional!" his other friend laughed along.

Izuku simply narrowed his eyes. "Give that back."

"Oh?" the original friend smirked. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"

Before Izuku could reply, Katsuki snatched the book from his friend's hand. "Shut up, you idiots." He then held the book out before Izuku. "Take your damn nerd book."

Izuku stared up at Katsuki, a happy and light blush on his cheeks as he grinned, reaching for his notebook.

At the last second, however, Katsuki jerked his hand backwards, glancing over the book. "Actually," he said, causing Izuku's heart to fall. "I don't think a quirkless loser like you should continue dreaming about something impossible."

Without a moment's notice, Katsuki held the book between his hands, pressing his palms against it before igniting an explosion in each hand.

Izuku stared horrified at his now singed notebook, causing Katsuki to smirk. "I already tried telling you to give up, but it seems you can't take a hint. So," he carelessly tossed the book out the window, "I figured I'd finally show you that this world wasn't made for freaks like you. And," his eyes flicked back towards Izuku's frozen ones, "Don't even think about applying to U.A."

The green-haired boy sat still as he processed what had just happened, allowing Katsuki and his friends to walk away.

"Don't you think that was a little harsh?" one mumbled, causing Katsuki to shrug it off as the three boys left.

After a few moments, Izuku slammed his hands against his desk, gritting his teeth. "I'll show you, Kacchan. I'll be even more powerful than you. Then we'll see who'll be the one laughing..."

---

Izuku remained eerily silent as he bent down to scoop up his now-soaked and scorched notebook, wiping off excess water puddles before staring downwards at it.

He remembered when he was just a child. When he'd tug on his mother's skirt, begging for her to play him a video.

But she was gone.

And all that was left was Hisashi.

So his memory began to twist, a brief image of tugging someone across the floor flickering in his memory. He stiffened slightly as he watched himself - a mere 6 or so years old - drag a crying and kicking child of his own age into the basement, guilt stabbing through his chest.

The first was Katsuki's red-winged friend, as he remembered. His father had seen bruises riddling Izuku's skin - ones he himself had not inflicted - and demanded to know where they came from, lest he receive a worse punishment.

Fearfully, Izuku had allowed the name to spill from his lips. But he hadn't expected Hisashi to do something so horrible.

After his father stole the boy from his grasp, he tied him to a chair. The boy - Tsubasa - could do nothing but whimper, shooting pleading looks towards Izuku who simply stared down, nervously rubbing his arm.

"Wh-what are you going to do to him?" Izuku asked breathlessly.

Hisashi had grinned - a malicious one that he had never seen before. It sent an awful chill down Izuku's spine. "What he deserves for hurting my precious son," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Tsubasa blubbered, his body racking with sobs. "I'm sorry - I'm sorry! Just let me go! I won't tell! Please!" His voice was reduced to incoherent sobs after Hisashi slapped him.

"Quiet, brat!" he said, pulling gloves over his hands. "I'm just teaching you a lesson."

Izuku had been forced to watch in horror as his father slashed at the boy and tore bloodied scales from his wings, each motion causing the boy to wail out in pain.

"Please, stop!" Izuku finally called out.

Hisashi sent him a murderous grin. "But why, Izu? He hurt you? Don't you want to see his pain?"

Izuku's eyes widened, his stomach churning horribly as another chill radiated through his body.

But...

Although Izuku was afraid of his father, he felt more fear for someone else. As he watched the sickening display before him, his chest fluttered, glad to see that one of his tormentors was getting what he deserved. Izuku was afraid of himself. His own sadistic pleasure in watching whatever was happening.

So he refused to continue watching. He simply left, pretending as if it had never happened.

Tsubasa had never returned to school. He wasn't sure if his father had killed the boy, and he didn't wish to know. But he was at the very least glad to see that the whole mess was over. Except...

It wasn't.

After that, it seemed as if Hisashi had acquired a taste for the horrifying fantasy. Every few months, Izuku would hear shrieks and sobs coming from the basement as he sat in his room, nervously twitching and praying that his father wouldn't force him to watch. Because he had already done enough. He was the reason they were suffering. He was the one who led them there. It was his fault.

His old babysitter. A tutor. One of his father's business partners. You name it. All he had to do was act. Pretend that they were a normal family. Ask them to play in the basement with him. Leave as his father...

Izuku suddenly broke free from his daze, feeling as if he might puke. He didn't want to relive his awful memories from years ago.

The boy mumbled to himself, denying the truth of the events and telling himself they were nightmares and nothing more.

As he regained his balance and as his breaths became less ragged, Izuku straightened himself, continuing down the pathway and hugging his hero notebook close to his chest.

He wasn't evil. He was going to be a hero.

Or... so he hoped.

---

The sound of heels clacking against concrete reverberated throughout the tunnel with every step Izuku made. He took in a shaky breath and clenched his fist before allowing it to fall limp with a sigh.

Just as Izuku raised his head, a rattling sound echoed around him, causing the boy's eyes to widen and frantically dart around. Before he could even process what was happening, the sewer grate before him sprung into the air and rocketed into the tunnel wall, producing several clanging noises before finally skidding to a stop.

The boy blinked nervously, jaw tense and fingers twitching as he stared into the gaping hole in the ground. He began to take a few steps backwards when he noticed sludge oozing from the uncovered sewer before it started shooting upwards and rapidly expanding.

Soon enough, there was a sludgy monster in front of him, with huge, yellow eyes blinking a few times before settling on him.

"Wh-what's going on?" Izuku sputtered to himself, eyes wide as he gulped.

Goop began to drip downwards, revealing the creature's mouth, which was upturned in a wicked grin. His sharp fangs glinted as he eyed Izuku, a malicious look in its eyes.

"A... villain?" Izuku asked cautiously, body trembling. However, even as he felt fear coursing through his veins, he felt a rush of excitement bubble inside, lips just barely curling upwards into a smile.

The sludge monster ignored him. "You'll make a perfect skinsuit for me to hide in, kid!" he gurgled, still showing his toothy grin. Before Izuku could even blink, he launched forwards and enveloped the boy, flinging his backpack to the ground as he did so. "Don't worry," he said, voice sending a chill down Izuku's spine, "I'm just taking over your body! It'll be easier for both of us if you don't fight back!" his eyes glinted, "It'll only hurt for a minute - you'll feel better soon...!"

Despite his initial excitement, Izuku gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Lowlife, he thought to himself, though he was barely able to keep his fingers from shaking as he attempted to grasp at the slime. Despite his best attempts, though, his hands merely slipped from the man's sludge-covered body, tears filling the boy's eyes. I... need... air...

"Grab all you want," the sludge villain grinned viciously. "My body is made of fluid. And thanks for the help. You're a real hero to me, kid!" Izuku wanted to scream at the man for taunting him. He wanted... He wanted air so desperately. He couldn't hear. He couldn't see. He needed to breathe. With a horrid desperation, he clawed at his throat. God, he needed to breathe.

Frantic thoughts muddled within the boy's mind, darkness creeping at the corners of his vision. His throat closed and his lungs begged for air, burning with a horrible fiery sensation until it felt as if his entire body was being pricked with needles. He felt as his strength slowly fizzled out, making his attempts weaker and weaker while his chest tightened and...

He was dying. He knew he was going to die, and yet he felt the urge to laugh at the situation. The thought of him almost dying gave him an unimaginable thrill - an emotion that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, though, a warm, blue light entered his vision. And, despite his inability to see more than a blur, his heart fluttered.

"Have no fear," a voice boomed, causing Izuku's watery eyes to widen, "Now that I am here, that is!"

"HURRY!" Izuku wanted to scream, but the word was lodged in his throat. He could only watch hopelessly, gripping onto the sensation within him. He was so close to death, and yet so close to being saved. Which one, he wondered with a touch of exhilaration, would end up coming true...?

The boy stared as All Might, a simple blur at the time, threw his fist forwards, shouting from the top of his lungs. "TEXAAAAS... SMAAAAASH!"

Izuku gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as the air rushed past him and suddenly...

He could breathe.

The boy grabbed at his throat, fingers twitching as he gasped for air. And, although he felt a nasty pain as his body slammed against the pavement, an intense wave of relief washed over him.

Izuku breathed heavily, greedily swallowing the air as if it might disappear at any moment. Then, with a final, shaky breath, he felt his body fall limp, legs falling to the side as darkness filled his vision. "I'm... alive...," he whispered, an amused chuckle escaping his lips.

---

"Hey!" a voice said, a sharp sting blooming on Izuku's cheek. He gritted his teeth with the pain, vision slowly unblurring. "Wake up - hey!" the voice continued, leading the boy to squint at the figure before him.

Slowly, Izuku pushed himself upwards, blinking confusedly until he regained his sight. A slight gasp of recognition then escaped his throat. "All Might...," he whispered breathlessly.

All Might grinned, straightening to his full height as he placed his hands on his hips. "Thought we lost you there!"

Izuku nervously scooted away, a look of awe plastered on his face. "Woah..."

The man chuckled. "You seem to be moving around all right! And sorry about that back there! I didn't mean to get you caught up in my justicing! Usually I pay more attention to keeping bystanders safe!"

With those words, Izuku furrowed his brows, starstruck look falling. So... this was his fault... Because he wasn't being careful?

All Might continued, clearly not having noticed Izuku's confused and disappointed expression. "But it turns out this city's sewer system is pretty difficult to navigate!" The man gave a hearty laugh as if nothing were wrong with the world before grinning at the boy. "Anyway! You were a big help! Thank you!" He then patted his hands against his pockets, drawing Izuku's attention to two bottles that held the villain's sludgy form. "I've captured the evil-doer!"

Izuku paused for a moment, staring at the hero. The most amazing hero in the entire world - All Might, the real All Might - was standing in front of him. And yet...

"Thanks," he mumbled. He wasn't entirely unsure as to why his mood changed so drastically, and especially so suddenly, but he couldn't help but feel... disappointed.

All Might seemed a bit taken aback by the lack of praise he was receiving. "Well uh... Anyway...," he smiled awkwardly and gestured towards the captured villain, "I've got to get this guy to the police so they can take care of him! Stay out of trouble! I'll see you around!"

"Wait," Izuku said quietly.

All Might turned slightly. "Sorry kid, but I don't really have the time!"

Izuku clenched his fist, taking in a shaky breath. After a moment, he pushed himself upwards, stepping forwards despite his wobbling feet.

"Stand back, kid!" All Might warned, stretching. "I'm taking off!"

Izuku shook his head, snatching his hero notebook before grabbing onto All Might's leg. His nails dug into the man's pants, causing him to look back with a surprised expression.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he attempted to shake the boy off, causing Izuku to let out an annoyed grunt. "Let go! I love my fans, but this is too much!"
"Stop!" Izuku yelled desperately, pulling himself closer and tightening his grip. "If I let go now, I'll die!"

All Might suddenly froze. "Oh... That's... a good point."

Blinking his wind-induced tears away and biting back the stinging pain from the wind slapping his skin, Izuku buried his face into the man's leg, muffled words escaping his lips. "I just... I need to ask you something...," he whispered.

The man stared at Izuku for a moment before turning. "Alright, alright," he said, sighing. "Just... Make sure you don't fall."

Izuku nodded against the man's leg, eyes widening slightly when he noticed a splatter of blood flying past him. However, upon seeing the man's expression, he chose not to say anything, instead remaining quiet for the rest of their 'flight.'

Once they finally landed, Izuku fell onto his knees, shaken from the whole experience. He then pressed his hand against his head to straighten himself, eyes trailing upwards to watch as All Might walked away. "Wh-where are you going?!" he shouted after him, panicked.

All Might shook his head. "That wasn't a very smart move, kid. Knock on the door for a while and someone will let you in. I have to go now."

Izuku gritted his teeth, stumbling over himself as he attempted to stand. "No - one second!"

"No!" All Might barked, startling Izuku. "I don't have any time!"

Izuku paused for a moment, standing shakily as tears spilled from his eyes. "Please...," he whispered, falling on his knees. "I have to know... "

He squeezed his eyes shut, head throbbing as he remembered his treatment over the years. The boy then gulped, taking in a rattly breath and allowing his hand to fall limp.

"I... Is it possible to become a hero...," he raised his head, eyes falling upon All Might's back. "Even if I don't have a quirk?"

All Might visibly stiffened, causing the boy's heart to fall. Please. Just... Tell me...

He looked back at the boy, a slightly pained expression on his face. Izuku's memories flashed in his mind, replacing the image of All Might's confident expression with the grimace he was receiving now.

"Without a quirk...?"

Izuku bit his lip, awaiting an answer. All Might opened his mouth to speak but, without warning, fell against the railing, gripping his side with clenched teeth.

"Not here," he whispered to himself, "Not now..."

The boy's eyes widened. "All Might?!" He stepped forwards, a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?!"

The man heaved. "Stay back," he spat, steam rising from his skin. After a few moments, his form erupted into a cloud of said steam, leaving Izuku to shield his eyes with his arm.

Slowly, as the steam settled, Izuku lowered his arms, eyes widening further once they fell upon a skeletal man who, despite his small form, was most certainly All Might.

"Wh-" he whispered breathlessly, "What's going on...?"

The man gave Izuku another pained expression, opening his mouth but only spewing blood from his lips.

"All Might!" Izuku shouted worriedly, stumbling forwards.

"I'm fine, kid," he mumbled, slumping against the railing. "Just... Weakened."

"But...," Izuku grabbed at his hair, laughing nervously. "All Might's a giant of a man who saves everyone. He defeats all obstacles and wins the day with a fearless smile...!"

The man simply sighed. "There's plenty of fear behind that smile," he said, sending a chill down Izuku's spine as his hands fell to his sides. "And I'm counting on you to keep your mouth shut. Don't go talking about this online or telling your friends."

Izuku stood, frozen, as he watched the man loosely pull up his shirt. Although his body remained still, his eyes trailed downwards to an injury on All Might's stomach which caused the boy's stomach to churn.

"Pretty gross, right?" All Might glanced to the side, gesturing towards his wound. "I got this in a fight five years back. My respiratory system was basically destroyed. I lost my whole stomach. All the surgeries have pretty much worn me out."

The freckled boy felt as if he might puke, hand flying to cover his mouth as he fell back to his knees.

"I can't be fixed. Right now, I can only do hero work for about three hours a day. The rest of the time?" he sighed, glancing away. "This is what I look like."

Izuku let out a rattly breath, running his fingers through his untamable mane. No. It couldn't be him. All Might was unstoppable. The man was always stronger than everyone. He was... He raised his head, heart falling. A fake.

"I did everything I could to keep the fight under wraps," he continued after a moment. "I'm supposed to be the guy who's always smiling, right? I'm the Symbol of Peace. People everywhere have to think that I'm never afraid. But honestly..." He clenched his fist and shook his head. "I smile to hide the fear inside. It's just a brave face I put on when the pressure is high. This job isn't easy. Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives."

Izuku's entire body shook as he panted, jaw tense. Fake. Fake. Fake.

"Some villains just can't be beaten without powers," All Might said, pushing himself off the ground. "So no, I honestly don't think you can become a hero without a quirk."

FAKE. FAKE. FAKE.

All Might cleared his throat, turning. "If you want to help people, there are plenty of other ways to do it. You could become a police officer. They're looked down on because the heroes do most of the work, but it's a fine profession." The man paused for a moment as his fingers wrapped around the doorknob before him. "It's not bad to have a dream, young man. Just... make sure your dreams are attainable. Realistic. Understand?"

Izuku didn't bother responding, only stirring once he heard the door slam. His eyes traced the rooftop, finally realizing that All Might had left. He gritted his teeth, letting out a gut-wrenching scream as he fell forwards, head in his hands.

"NO!" he shouted before his words were reduced to mere whispers. "All Might... You're just another member in the popularity contest," he spoke quietly, tears dripping down his cheeks. "And..." He glanced upwards, choking on his tears. "You..." After a moment of silence, Izuku furrowed his brows. "You left me here alone..."

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