chapter 1: a promise made

All men are not created equals

That is a truth I learned when I was 4 years old a harsh one but true none the less.

As I stand at the top of a random building gazing at the edge I started wondering why am I here and where did it all go wrong for me to be walking so calmly to certain death

First step: was it the fact that all might of all heroes no of all people told me to give up my dreams and live the rest of my days in the way the world decided

Second step: was it the fact that I almost died at the hands of a villain just before meeting him or was it that I felt relief as he choked the life out of me

Third step: was it the fact that almost everyone that I knew was against me from my classmates as they saw me as nothing more than a quirk training dummy to the teachers as they gave me the lowest marks on every test that I took in that filthy school to my "best friend" as he made sure to let me know every minute of my life that I wasn't worthy of anything and that I will never achieve anything of value in my misreble life to everybody else including my "aunt" and my own MOTHER ignoring and pretending that everything is alright pretending that I was not being bullied that I don't have broken bones that my skin isn't filled with burn marks that I do not cry myself to sleep

Forth step: was it the fact I do not possesse a quirk, that I was on the minority side of the world

Fifth step: was it the fact that I was born into this world that set me in this path

Last step(?): after taking another step I was broken from my thoughts as I suddenly started falling it took me a second before realizing that I jumped off the edge

I couldn't help but laugh I truly couldn't for I have thought it would've been harder to actually do it I thought that I would remember all the good stuff the world has to offer that I would stop at the last step that I would run crying to my mother that I would start working on myself that I would prove everyone wrong that I can be a hero the first quirkless hero that I would inspire all the ones that are forsaken by this cruel world

But... just like that I did it and I felt so many emotions anger, resentment, disappointment,sadness, relief(?),joy(??), freedom(???)

Huh...I never felt this alive in a long time kinda ironic if you think about it

Maybe this is what I should've done from the beginning just ending it all

No more bakugo no more abuse no more pain no more suffering... yes that would be nice

As I got closer to the the floor I stopped having depressing thoughts switching to comedic one's to end this whole thing with a smile all might style(I wonder what he would think of this)

Hey am actually good at this death stuff

It kinda reminds me of those Isekai stories I guess this is the part where I say my standard 3 wishes for a random ROB to grant them to me

I shrugged (mentally?) as I took my chance

1_be reborn in a world of swords and magic(hey can't blame a guy for trying)

2_give me a good talent the best if possible (I need to be better)

3_I want love the real deal, friends that won't turn their back on me no matter what happens kinda of love (I'm tired)

I stopped my childish thinking as my head is a few inches of the ground, face first, eyes wide open with a small smile fully ready to embrace death

my final moment was not one of regret nor of looking forward for the next life or the eternal slumber or whatever is the afterlife

No it was spent making a promise a promise to the world and whoever is listening to me 'I promise if I die I will try to be a hero (the best there is) in my next life and if I don't....

Then I will bring hell on this world (endeavor's style)'

*Splat*

I hear some screaming but I payed it no mind for the pain took all of my attention I can't move a muscle and yet I felt pain from all of them

It's too much for me to take even after all the beating I took in my life

And yet I force myself to open my eyes (or what's left of them) only for everything to be blurry like am in the sea

now am starting to wonder if there was a pool beneath the building that I was on top of

No I didn't I am sure that I jumped to solid ground (did I?)

Only after opening my mouth to breathe did I realize that it was my tears

I was crying, well I'm not surprised I did that a lot but what surprised me was what lies behind the tears as I forced my eyes to roll down as all I could see are Blood and bones once my mind registered the pathetic condition that I was in questions started to plagued it how am I alive?why didn't I die?did I develope a quirk?am I dreaming?

But soon I had my answers as my mind tried to distracte me from the pain (not working if I must say)

No,this is not a dream (the pain is too much)

No,I still don't have a quirk cuz I don't feel anything different (other than the pain)

As for the reason on why am I alive i think it's pretty obvious

someone heard my promise and decided to ignore it (or maybe they want me to fulfill it)

Now I was many things a crybaby,a pushover,quirkless,weak but i was not someone that would break a promise and i will make sure I'm not breaking this one

But that's for later as all I need to do now is survive (like always)

' wait am I going down?' That was my last thought before losing conscience

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I'm thinking of adding povs (all might,AFO, randoms...) maybe next chapter