Sometimes I wander, what did I do wrong? What I did't do, and what I could? If I had tried harder, would they have survived?

And do you know what conclusion I'm reaching?

I couldn't do ANYTHING.

Were it not to their sacrifise, there could be more victims. Shoto, Eijiro, Katsuki might be dead. Ochako, Tsu, Kyoka. Everyoune of them.

I might not be alive...

If it weren't for them, everything would f**k up more, and even earlier.

My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm 19. I live in a world, where your own Quirk can KILL you.

How did it all start?

See for yourself.

Welcome to my BROKEN, BAD world.

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OK, here we have the prolouge! Are you excited for another part?

I have already written it, I just need to draw  the image.