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Breaths come in rapidly no oxygen actually coming into their lungs, blood spreading out under them, spreading faster no one is around to watch the gruesome scene unfold, a child no older than 14 laying at the base of a building, a fall that was supposed to kill them a jump that was never meant to happen. Eyes close for the last time, breaths come in and then stop no fan fare no preamble, the chest stops rising and the heart stops beating, blood spreading out more, a small pond forming around them.
Eyes fly open, upper body sitting up, hand clutching their chest where their heart beats against the rib cage in an attempt to escape, their green eyes flickering around, blood clinging to their back, their green hair falling into their eyes, they look around trying to determine something.
"How am I alive?" They ask themselves, blood drying in their hair, the hole in their skull healing rapidly. "There's no way I could have survived that fall, what is going on?”
They fall back into the puddle head hitting a rock, they groan, "What the ever loving fuck is going on? I should be dead, why am I not dead? This can't be a quirk, I'm quirkless!" They whine looking up at the light polluted night sky.
A shadows jumps over the gap between the two building on either side of them, the shadow stops and back tracks, jumping down into the alleyway, gray scarf flinging out behind him, he lands just outside the puddle of blood "Oh Kami," the shadow says, "What happened to you kid?"
"I jumped off a building," They snark.
The shadow flinches, "How-"
"If you ask how I survived I will wrangle your neck," they threaten, "Because frankly I have no idea how I did."
"You should go to the hospital," the shadow says.
They won't treat a quirkless patient and if I'm lucid enough to handle a conversation then I don't need to go to a hospital, Eraserhead," they say, head still resting in the puddle of their own blood.
"If you survived that fall you're most likely not quirkless."
"Well I am, I have the pinky toe joint and everything," they snark. "So I really don't know how I survived that fall, it was supposed to kill me."
Erasurehead sighs, "Kid, are you ok?"
"I shouldn't be, I mean what's the point of jumping off a building if it's not even going to work?" They whine, dragging their hand down their face.
"Ok, next question, why did you jump?" Erasurehead asks.
"Because no one gives one flying fuck about a quirkless freak," they say blandly.
"What about your parents?"
They let out a humourless laugh, "One left for America the second he found out and the other spends more time with prostitutes then at home and when she is at home she decides I'm a great thing to throw things at so, parents, yeah no dice."
Erasurehead pinches the bridge of his nose, “Ok, so here's what we're going to do, I'm going to take you to a hospital to get you checked out, then we're going to the police station to file an abuse report and then I'm going to foster you because you need someone who doesn't give a flying fuck what your quirk status is, got it?"
They blink up at him dumbly, "What-why- huh, You don't even know my name and you want to foster me a quirkless, worthless, freak, that won't amount to anything in this society, someone the rest of society thinks would be better off dead, me? Are you fucked in the head, or somethin'?"
Erasurehead rolls his eyes and sighs deep and tired, "And this is why some people should not be parents." he mutters under his breath, "Ok, first off no one is worthless, second it would be nice if you could give me your name, but right now I just want to get you to a hospital to get you checked out and cleaned, because right now kid you're laying in a puddle of your own blood and that can not be comfortable."
They sigh and push themselves up, standing up and dusting themselves off, "There," they snark, "Happy?"
"That... was only the first step." He states calmly, "Now we head to the hospital. Can you walk or do I need to carry you?"
They roll their eyes, "I can w-," they take a step or at least try to and promptly eats dirt and blood.
Erasurehead sighs, "I'm going to take that as a no." He walks over and picks them up, wrapping them up in his capture scarf, "Damn, kids and their need to do everything by themselves." he mutters under his breath after tying the kid to his back.
He speed-walks to hospital, the kid on his back complaining the whole time.
They are only at the hospital for an hour, all of the kid's wounds are healed and he doesn't seem to have any lasting damage. After they finish up at the hospital Erasurehead brings them to the police station and files for protective custody of the kid, who he finally got a name for, Midoriya Izuku.