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Izuku sat, and cried.
It was all he could do anymore.
"Please come down, you don't have to do this. You can get better, please, please don't give up"
"I have to do this"
"I'll do anything! Please!"
S P L A T
It was all he could think about.
He had failed, and a person had died, and it was all his fault.
Izuku had called the police, and then his mom, Hands shaking the whole time.
He sobbed and sobbed and screamed and blamed himself and hated it all.
How could he think of himself when a person was dead? How dare he?
It had been two days since then.
People had come and go, trying to get him to go out and do stuff.
But he couldn't. He couldn't get excited anymore.
How dare the world still be colorful? How could people laugh, smile, enjoy life, when he had failed. When a person was dead.
Izuku doesn't even deserve death.