Til Death Does its Part

Hello and Welcome to the story any of you have been waiting for!

I recently have been posting a lot of TikTok art on a personal AU I have in mind involving Izuku and Necromancy. (ApNxEch0 is my account).

Note: I'm a student of the Japanese language, and I enjoy leaving their culture in these stories. So I use Japanese occasionally. It might not be 100% accurate because I'm not yet completely fluent. However, I do place the translations either next to it or at the end of each chapter: so refer to that.

Remember: I am now writing 3 fics at once lol. Forgive long wait times.

I am still looking for an editor! Anyone who has experience in writing stories themselves.

Shout out to Piper Snake on Tiktok for helping me get this storyline all figured out!

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"I'm Falling in the Black,

Slipping through the cracks,

Falling to the depths, can I ever go back?"

Falling in the Black by Skillet

Chapter 1: Swan Song

Izuku Midoriya felt completely and utterly encased in darkness.

He shouldn't have been so surprised. He expected this, didn't he? He knew that things would end up like this one way or another. There was no hope for him -not an inkling of chance- that he would've ever gotten that happy ending he'd always wanted. He was quirkless, for goodness sakes; quite literally powerless. This 'hero dream' had long changed from an actual desire to help others, to a desperate attempt to reassure himself of his own self worth.

To make things worse, he had troubled his own mother over this. She watched helplessly as he faded away, falling into his own pit of despair. The longer he allowed himself to suffer his delusions, the more he denied her of any and every attempt to help. He thought about the constant arguments that had started over his neglect of his mental and emotional wellbeing. It sent shivers down his spine just thinking about the nights she stayed up crying over him. He would disregard her at every turn, refusing to see a therapist or get any sort of medical aid.

If he had accepted either of them, it would be him ultimately admitting that there was something wrong. He didn't want to believe that. He wanted to continue to be clouded by his own desires and delusions. He wanted to stay in his own fairytale world where anything was possible if you just stayed determined. He didn't want to see the cracks in the walls. He didn't want to believe that anything could have possibly been wrong. But there was, and he knew it. He was all sorts of messed up in the head, so why didn't he just take her hand?

It was too late now. The only hand he could see in this moment was the hand of the grim reaper himself. His cold and eerie embrace awaiting Izuku just over forty feet away from him- downwards. It would only take a split moment. The worst part would be the fall. Just a few seconds of fear and weightlessness; then it would all be over. There wouldn't be any pain. Izuku made sure to choose the highest point of the Aldera middle school building. It stood right over the roundabout drive through, so there was no chance of cushion.

He swallowed, slipping off his red sneakers and placing a small folded piece of paper inside of it. His mother was sure to get the note once the police discovered his shoes. Hopefully, he didn't miss any important things to be said, considering it would be the last thing he'd ever relay to his mother. Of course, that didn't have to be the case. This didn't have to be the case. Yet, he refused to step down from the edge of his school roof. With the way things are now, he couldn't bring himself to leave that spot.