6AN: Aight, so some fucker got into my account and deleted everything off of it. Thankfully nothing of value was really lost and I was able to recover most if not all things without any major issues. I changed my passwords for everything just in case this wasn't a thing only on this website. Sorry for the confusion.
In any case, next chapter will be out tomorrow morning. So that's good news!
Prologue: You heard my scars? Save me, would you?
'Today. Today's the day.'
He knew this day was going to come. At some point, he knew it was going to come back and haunt him. He didn't expect it to be so soon, though.
'Today. Today's the day.' The words repeated.
It didn't matter that things were right; it didn't matter that things had changed for the better. The thought had never left his mind, only stored away in the deepest corner, locked away with the rest of his baggage.
'Today. Today's the day.' The words endlessly looped.
He tried to fight it, he did. Every self loathed argument was retorted, and every negative thought was met with a positive one. It seemed to work the first few times it came back, but this time wasn't the same as before.
'Today. Today's the day.' The words incessantly held up.
Nothing worked, nothing at all. Hanging out with his friends didn't work. Talking with his mother didn't work. Doing mental and physical exercises didn't work. Nothing worked, nothing at all.
'Today. Today's the day.' The words replicated in his mind.
He just wanted it to stop, and he wanted all this pain to stop. He's been through so much, both good and bad. He couldn't even believe how far he has gotten in life, he has done so much to help and save others, and he was proud of himself for that; honestly, he was. Yet he has experienced so much shit in his life that it overpowered the good in him.
'Today. Today's the day.' he stopped counting at this point.
He had left a note in his room, explaining everything. He knew that someone would find it soon. It stood out from all the All Might memorabilia. He just hoped that they would understand, and he hoped that he wasn't doing this out of pure selfishness. He knew that the world needed a new symbol of peace, it just couldn't be him. He was thankful that One for All was still able to be passed down, he made sure to talk with the former number one hero about it.
'Today. Today's the day.'
Izuku Midoriya smiled one last time. He had been smiling all-day, doing everything in his power to leave a good memory for all those he cared about. He was lucky that he could spare the time for each person, that would've been something he would've regretted.
He looked down at the ground far below, hoping that he would feel anything that would change his mind. Fear from death or pain? Nope, that wasn't there. How about regrets? Too many to count, but all could be solved through time or a new symbol of peace, so it wasn't going to change his mind. Well, at least he made one last-ditch effort.
Izuku wasn't the type to go and do something like this thoughtlessly or instinctually. He wanted to go out swiftly and painlessly. During the combat training exercises, he scouted out all the buildings and found one that was high enough to do the job but not too high to leave a mess of himself. He had made sure that he was calm and collected and had not acted on instinct or pure emotion. Putting on his favorite songs and timing it just right so that the second he jumped, his all-time favorite song was near its end.
On cue, the song started to play.
(Jocelyn Flores by XXXTENTACION)
'I know you so well, so well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty...'
Izuku nodded his head to the rhythm, internalizing the song one last time.
'I know you're somewhere, somewhere
I've been trapped in my mind girl, just holding on
I don't wanna pretend there's something, we're nothing
I've been stuck thinking 'bout her, I can't hold back
I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been tripping 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you fucked with killed herself
That was this summer and nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna fucking end it
Pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But niggas been excited 'bout the grave I'm digging
Having conversations about my haste decisions
Fucking sickening
At the same time, memory surfaced through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playing with a slipknot
Post-traumatic stress got me fucked up
Been fucked up since a couple months they had a nigga locked up...'
He sang along in whisper, tears threatening to escape his eyes. He didn't understand why the song made him feel the way it did. He didn't relate to the situation at all, he can't understand the lyric's pain at all. Yet they still made him feel more than anything, something that he was starting to lack in his life. The smile never left his face, though.
As the song reached its end, Izuku stood up from his perched spot and once again looked down.
'be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I be feeling pain, I be feeling pain just to hold on
And I don't feel the same, I'm so numb
I know you so well, I know you well
I mean, I can do anything that he can
I've been pretty...'
As soon as the lyrics' last words were sung, Izuku took a step forward and started to fall. Or at least he should be falling.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, dumbass?!" A feminine voice yelled out, one that Izuku recognized.
"J-Jiro?!" He yelled out before looking back down once more. He seemed to be floating - wait, no - He was being held by something.
Wrapped around his waist were the rocker's ear jacks, suspending him so he wouldn't fall to his death.
'Fall?' Izuku thought.
Everything hit him, all the pent up emotions, all the stored feeling, it hit him at all at once. This sudden rush of emotions kicked in his fearful instincts, so he started to scream uncontrollably.
As the boy kicked and flailed about, Kyoka pulled him in towards safety. Using all her might, he lifted him enough to get him onto the roof. As soon as she saw that his feet would touch the ground, she released him from the grasp of the appendages that held him and collapsed backward onto her rear.
"Fuck me, that was hard!" She said as she regained her strength. She quickly sat up to check up on the boy she had just saved. She saw him on the ground, curled up into a fetal position spasming and convulsing. She immediately crawled towards him and grabbed him, pulling his body close to hers. She hugged the boy as tightly as she could, knowing precisely what he was going through. She just hoped that this was the right call.
The boy was having a panic attack, and one of the bad ones at that. Who wouldn't after such a situation. He felt the girl tightly hold him, and his body instinctively wrapped his arms around her slender frame. She tried her best to calm the boy down. Whispering reassuring words into his ear and humming a little lullaby.
After a minute or so, Izuku had started to relax a bit. His muscles loosened, and his uncontrollable breathing turned into deep breaths and puffs. His eyes and nose runny but controlled. He sobbed slightly and started to whisper apologies and sorries. He couldn't comprehend anything that had just happened.
Kyoka kept comforting the boy, gently caressing his hair and whispering reassurances into his ear. A few more minutes passed by before she decided to speak up finally.
"You okay?" She asked, sincerity lacing her delicate voice.
The boy shuddered a bit and lifted his head from the girl's body. "Yea, yea." He said, trying to sound okay. "I think I'm good."
"Okay, good." Kyoka smiled. "Can I ask you something?"
"W-What is it?" The boy curiously asked.
"What the fuck were you doing?" The rocker girl hissed, concern all over her voice.
"Umm, I-I..." Izuku tried to answer her question, but nothing was coming out.
"You're going to have to explain, A LOT." Kyoka angrily said, glaring at the boy.
"Goddammit..." Izuku mustered out, scared for what's next to come.
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Hey guys! ThatOneGuy13 here!
I am back full force baby! And I have decided that I'm going to try and re-write Rythm of a Hero!
I do want to get something outta the way, though. This will be an M rated story. As you guys can tell, it will have a lot of heavy and dark themes. And I plan on this being more of a character drama than continuing the show's plot, so don't expect much from the canon timeline as I will stir away from that. And lastly that I want to update the story bi-weekly. Each chapter will be around 5-6k words long and maybe longer.
I also want to thank you all so much! The update I posted on this story got so much more love than I ever thought it would! I can't express how happy it is to see so many people who enjoyed and still enjoy my story! Thank you so much!
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That's all I guess, until next time!
