Chapter 1: Setting off
Summary:
TW-abuse, cursing, alcohol
Chapter Text
The alcohol spills over the 5-year-old as he tries to pull his drunk father in from the cold floor outside the apartment door, pushing the bottles of beer away as he tries to get a good grip on the older man.
it’s cold and even if daddy smells really weird, it’s too cold to leave him
The young boy thinks,
slowly dragging the heavy man by his armpits, into the small, run-down living room. The intense smell of alcohol that now surrounded the two is barely noticed, the man smelling far worse at the moment.
The apartment that now surrounded the two, as the boy kicked the door closed behind him, was sad and clearly an unfair place for any child, especially a toddler. Although, it used to be perfect. It used to be pretty. Full of light, even with what little the family of three had.
There used to be no faint smell of alcohol and throwup, or weird stains on the couch, or broken plates in the sink, or water running out from under the bathroom cabinet, or bloodstains and dents on the walls.
But that was back then.
That was back when no one knew.
Back when the little boy didn’t have to deal with his drunk father, or his abusive mother, or his school bullies.
Back when the boy was just like everyone else.
Back when Izuku wasn’t quirkless.
Just then loud footsteps made their way down the hallway, and a short woman with long green hair and huge bags under her tired eyes, slammed the hallway door open.
“Why the hell were you opening the fucking do–” she cuts herself off as she sees the scene in front of her, Izuku holding his passed out father up by the armpits.
Her face contorts with pure rage.
“What the fuck have I told you, Brat?” she hisses.
Her eyes were filled with fury, her knuckles white as she gripped the door handle.
Izuku dropped his fathers passed out form and immediately started backing up, stuttering as he tried to put as much space as he could between him and his mother.
“ANSWER ME!!!” The woman shrieked, leaving her place at the door and charging towards Izuku's small form, stepping over her husband's body on her way.
Izuku raised his arms in a futile attempt to protect himself as the woman violently grabbed the front of his shirt, leaning down so her face was right up against his, her hot breath stank, of what?
Who knows, alcohol, drugs, lack of hygiene, the list goes on and on, and Izuku doenst really care to identify exactly what his mother has been abusing this afternoon.
“What. The. Fuck. Have. I. Told. You.” Leaning in closer at every word.
When Izuku's only response was a slight wiper and curling further into himself, she pushed her nose up against his, grabbing his chin with her hand, forcing him to look at her.
“Tell mommy the fucking rule.” she hissed into his face, his eyes wide with fear and glossed over with tears that threatened to spill, her nails digging harshly in his chin.
“D-don’t… don’t l-l-let daddy in…w-w-w-when–”
“--WHEN!?!!??! When what!! Speak the fuck up, stuttering bitch!” she screams, spit flying on to the small boys face as he flinchs, tears running down his face as her nails break skin.
“D-don’t let daddy in when h-he’s d-drunk.” he says, quickly, through the tears.
The lady nods, roughly letting go of his chin and shirt, shoving him against the wall behind him as she turns to the man still passed out on the floor next to their old, raggedy couch.
“And what, pray tell, did you do, Izuku?” she hissed out as she bent down next to her husbands face.
Izuku crawls backward, towards the corner of the living room, chin bleeding and bruised, tears running down his face. “I b-broke the rule.”
The woman slowly gets up and turns to face izukus shivering form.
“You. broke the rule.”
“B-ut it’s cold! He could freeze! I didnt want daddy to freeze! He can go back outside later! He could die! I don’t want dady to die! He needs to be alive for us to be a family! And if he’s cold! I don’t want that!I just didnt want Dadd–”
Izukus frantic rambling is cut off by a sharp slap, snapping his head side ways.
“Like I give a shit.” The woman turns back away from izuku and walks back to the door she came from, “wake your father up and get him out of this fucking house in the next 20 minutes unless you want more then a stupid fucking boo-boo on your chin.”
And with that she slams the door behind her, leaving a crying, shivering, bleeding 5 year old Izuku to deal with his drunk father.
Again.
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A year later
Izuku's father is rarely not drunk, dealing with Inkos abuse and the stress of his life falling apart around him, he resorts to alcohol. Luckily for Izuku he’s not a violent drunk person, just an idiot. But a caring one. Even when drunk Hisahi still cares dearly for his only son, quirk or no quirk. And those few moments when he isn’t drunk or passed out, those are the moments you can truly see his love.
Those are the moments Izuku treasures and yearns for.
Today was one of those special moments. Hisashi had unintentionally gotten sober for the past two days, and both to get away from his abusive wife and to treat Izuku to something special, he took the young boy out for some ice cream. And who cares if it’s 11:00 at night. At least, Izuku doesn't care.
“So, what flavor do you want, sweet pea?” The two are looking intently at the clear glass displaying the ice cream, the exhausted worker glaring at them over the counter.
“Peach!” Izuku responds excitedly, Hisashi smiles down at him, nodding.
“Good choice, good choice, and I’ll get….Cookies and cream.”
Hisahi passes the money to the worker, grabs their ice cream, and hurries out of the parlor, the door slamming behind them as the tired teen from inside turns the sign to closed, flips Hisahi off, and marchs away.
Izuku notices nothing, too enraptured in his ice cream.
They move to the tables in front of the store, sitting down across from each other and silently digging in.
Around ten minutes later, after Izuku scarfed down his portion, he broke the silence.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Baby?” Izuku's father replies as he leans over the table, carefully wiping some ice cream off of 6-year-old Izuku's bruised face.
“Why does Ma’Ma hate me?” Hisashi pauses, surprised.
Snapping out of his shock, he goes back to cleaning the boys face up, looking at Izuku, sadly,
“Oh, baby…” he whispers quietly.
Izuku looks into his fathers' eyes, band-aids covering his face, with bruises and peach-flavored ice cream covering the rest.
Izuku's dad smiles, dropping his hand and carefully pulling the young boy onto his lap.
Izukus curls up into his father's chest, looking up expectantly.
The man sighs.
“Well, your Ma’Ma doesn’t hate you, she just…can’t…”
He pauses, leaning back and looking up to the stars in the sky, a sad smile gracing his lips.
“She’s just lost, sweetie. And so am I, baby boy. Our whole small family is lost. Just…in our own little ways.”
Izuku seems a little confused by the man's answer, hugging himself as he leans further into the man's chest.
“But daddy…”
His father looks back down at him, wrapping his arms around the small boy on his lap.
“Yes, Baby?”
“Why can’t…why can’t Ma’Ma be a different kind of lost? And—and why is she lost? And why are you lost?! And why does Ma’Ma have to hit me when she's lost?!?! And why am I lost?!? And why does she hit you when she's lost?!?! And why…and why doesn’t anybody help her not…be lost?”
Hisashi lets Izuku angrily ramble until he is finished, trailing off at the last question. The man hugs izuku closer to him, tucking the fluffy haired boy's small head under his chin as he carefully plants small kisses in his wild green mess.
“People can’t always choose how lost they are, and Ma’Ma’s just really..really lost. To the point where I’m afraid no one can find her anymore, Baby. I’m sorry.”
The man snuggles his face into the small boys hair, tears now running down his face as quietly whispers apologies to the boy, pulling him closer and curling in on both of them, pulling his knees up to himself, so they cup the boys small back.
They stay like that for awhile, father and son curled up on a small, metal stool, sitting in front of a empty Ice cream parlor in the middle of the night. Their quite sniffles fill the air around them, both mourning the loss of what they could have had.
Both mourning the moment they’d have to step back into their lives, the life with a blackout drunk, a abuser, and a scared 6-year-old who knew how to walk silently.
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Izuku slowly truged his way to school dad was drunk, again, and Ma’Ma had decided to up her shifts at the hospital, she didint even try to hide the fact it was to get away from Izuku.
But at least that means shes around less, win-win.
Butttt, izuku has to deal with his drunk dad. Alone. Eh, he does that anyway.
I mean, it’s better then dealing with his mom. So back to win-win.
Damn.
Well, maybe—-
Izuku is yanked out of his head by a loud explosion near his face, the heat close to unbearable.
He’d been zoned out to the point where he didnt even realize he’d gotten to school.
Kastuki Backugo glass down at him, his two lackeys smirking together behind him.
“Don’t think I’m worth your tiem, deku??!?”
“”W-whattt?!? N-no! I was just lost in thought!” Izuku respodned, quickly, flailing hsi arms in front of his face in panic.
“HA, I didnt know a quirkless could think!” the boy with wings sneered from behind backugo, who laughed harshly in response.
“Neither did I.” he hissed, letting out another explosion in front of izukus face, close enough for a scare but not to leave a burn, izuku flinched back harshly anyway.
The boys stood there for a second, looking down at 6-year-old izuku, lying on the floor, hands scraped from the hard converter, and promptly burst out laughing.
Backugo was about to let out a third explosion when the bell rang from behind them, he paused and growled, frustrated.
“Stupid fucking bell.” he whispered under his breath, kicking izuku in the stomach before turning around and running off before they got in trouble for being late.
Leaving Izuku alone. Bleeding on the floor.
Better than bleeding and burnt. He thought, bitterly, pushing himself up from the floor and moving to the gates, slowly.
By the end of the school he’d gotten 3 tardies out of his four classes, even if he was either clearly beat up or on time, his english teacher had accused him of cheating, and he’d gotten beaten up twice.
Overall? Not that bad of a day.
On top of that, his mom was coming home much later due to a villain attack on an apartment building nearby. He’d be alone. At home. For hours. Thank Yami!
Once izuku reached his apartment door, he pulled out the plain silver key and unlocked the door.
Immediately the unusually strong smell of alcohol hitting his face told Izuku his dad was home, and drunk.
He sighed, stepping inside the lvinig room, closing the door behind him.
The first thing he sees is his dad, passed out on the couch, bottles of alcohol surrounding him.
Small, 6-year-old Izuku, almost like a routine, walks over to the small basket that held a bundle of blankets in the corner, pulling out a soft, blue one.
Carefully, so as to not spill or break any bottles, he walks over to his dad and tucks him in, removing the empty bottle from his limp hand.
Hiashi ground, turning over to his side and cuddling into the blanket.
Izuku smiled sadly down at him before escaping to his room and passing out on his bed, curled into a small ball.
Chapter 2: A day in Izukus' Life
Summary:
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*!TW! abuse, foul language*
Chapter Text
Izuku woke up sore. His back hurt and he had a weird crick in his neck from sleeping on buys desk again.
At least his face was okay, Ma'Ma stopped hitting him there after the first altercation with the police, thank Yami.
Izuku turned 7 today.
He planned to save some food from lunch and eat it as a birthday dinner later tonight, maybe even with his dad!
It was his birthday, and dad was nice, so he'd probably remember.
But until then, up and to school, at least today he had something to look forward to.
Crawling up from his desk chair, izuku pulled on his ripped up school uniform, sadly attempting to scrub out the bloodstain he got from last night, giving up after a minute he went back to getting ready.
Teeth brushed, hair brushed, face washed, grab a granola bar, check if dad's gone and if any bottles or throw up needs cleaning, and then he's off.
The walk to school is okay, maybe it's birthday luck?
He only trips on a crack in the sidewalk once and the crackhead he sees today is much nicer then the one from yesterday, just saying have a good day and patting his back roughly.
The birds aren't chirping but it's still a rather nice day, the sun's up and there's a slight breeze, keeping it nice and cool. The sky was a nice blue, and the rain from last night gave everything this light sheen of dew, it was honestly a bit breathtaking if you took a step back to admire.
As Izuku slowly got closer and closer to Masegaki, his Primary School, he started letting his feet drag more and more the further he walked.
It might be a nice enough day today, but that can change in an instant, and he really didn't want that instant to happen anytime, so for now, even if it meant a tardy or just a flatout absence, Izuku was desperately looking for a reason to delay his arrival.
Any sane person would trade a tardy on your record and not get the absolute shit beat out of you at 8:00 in the morning.
And luckily for Izuku, all the metaphorical Gods loved him, and happily acknowledged his plea for an okay-ish birthday, his eyes fell on a pigeon.
This pigeon was lying on the floor in the sandbox of the nearby park, its wing beant in a weird way but the movement in its eyes and odd movement of his chest showed he was clearly alive.
Izuku rushed over to the sandbox, stumbling a bit before fully stopping before the sand.
He immediately collapsed to his knees in the sand, carefully wrapping his hands around the pigeon and slowly lifting it closer to his chest, slowly getting up as to cause as little damage as possible.
Slowly he walked to the nearest park bench, miraculously not tripping and crushing the poor bird on his way.
Once at the bench he got back on his knees, laid the pigeon down on the bench in front of him and grabbed a napkin out of his lunchbox.
Carefully he fully unfolded it and placed it next to the pigeon, picking the bird up and gently placing it back down, on the napkin.
There truly was no logical reason to this, it just seemed right to Izuku's seven year old brain.
Then izuku leaned forward and started to properly assess the damage. If it was something he absolutely could not do by himself, he'd go to a vet nearby and be able to postpone school even longer!
After looking a bit closer it was clear that the bird had been hurt by a rowdy and absolutely evil kid earlier today, either by a thrown stone or some other malicious weapon.
The bird, izuku had decided to name Finley, had most likely had a broken wing, some broken feathers, a couple cuts here and there and a missing eye.
Although the eye seems old, scared over and healed.
Finely has seen some shit. Or not seen some shit. Hehehehehe.
Anyway, izuku, although a strangely talented boy, could not fix a bird's broken wing, so vet it is!
Izuku knew there were a couple near by, 5, to be exact, but 3 of those were immediately ruled out
The closest one was quirkest and knew izuku was quirkless, so no dice, the second one was only for dogs, and the third one was also known for have quirkest employes, and although they hadn't ever met Izuku, better safe than sorry.
That left the last two, and the only clear difference was the distance. Now. Did Izuku want to go for the one around 20 min. Away, probably longer due to him having to walk carefully and slower, or the 13 min. One?
Be later to school or deal with school today?
Later seemed like a really good idea but the later he was, the more upset his mom, kacchan, and probably his teachers, would get. And more upset any one of those is no fun….so….closed it is!
Carefully izuku picked up Finely, now wrapped up in a small All Might themed napkin.
Carefully, Izuku stood up, turned around, and walked towards the vet's office.
Once he got there, which took 15 min. Instead of 13(not too bad tbh), he carefully knocked on the door, waiting on the doorstep for only a few seconds before a short lady with white bunny ears and bright pink hair opened the door.
"Hello dearie?" She said, looking down at him, a confused and worried expression crossing her face.
"H-hi! I, um, I found this birdie in the park and…he's hurt."
Izuku slowly stretched his arms out and up to give her a better look of Finely.
The lady pulled up her glasses that were hanging around her neck, bending down to see.
"I named him Finely." Izuku quietly whispered, the lady looked up quickly, snapped out of her concentration.
Gently smiling at him she slowly picked Finely up, still in the All Might napkin and panicking a bit, "Alrighty, I'll take good care of our little friend, Finely, here, and once he's all healed up you can help me release him." She said, softly.
Izuku nodded, determination covered his face.
"Of course! And how long until he's healed?"
The lady laughed softly, standing back up to her full height, which wasn't much taller than the small boy in front of her, "it should take around two weeks for him to be all better."
Izuku frowned slightly, immediately noticing this the lady added "and you can check in on him everyday throughout the process, how's that?"
Izuku's face lit up, nodding his face like crazy, causing another light laugh to escape from the lady's lips.
"Okie dokie, now, how bout I bring Finely inside and get to work, and tomorrow when you come by I can show you the set up?"
Izuku nodded even more intensely, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
"Alrighty! Now, my name's Aiko Munshim, and who's my new bird caretaker?"
Izuku's face split into a huge smile at his new title, excitedly replying with his name, clapping his hands together.
"Midoriya! What a great name! You can call me Aiko or Miss.M!" She said, stretching out a hand for a handshake, moving the bird to her other hand in such a way to not aggravate any injuries.
Izuku grabbed her hand and shook it, ferociously, "You can call me Izuku, Miss.M!"
She laughed lightly again, leaning back and taking Finely into both hands again, "well, Izuku, I would hurry off to school now, no?"
Izuku nodded quickly, calling out a quick thank you and running off.
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Once izuku finally made it to school he was out of breath, but happy. He'd made a friend! Two, if you count Finely! Sure one was around 20 years older than him and the other was a bird, but still a friend!
He walked to the front desk with a smile on his face, grabbing his tardy slip and ignoring the glare he received from the lady over the counter, practically skipping to class.
His happiness is squashed immediately once he opens the classroom door, kacchan is in the middle, glaring fucking daggers at him. He is so fucked.
He begrudgingly trudges to the teacher, dropping his tardy pass on her desk and slowly walking to his desk, carefully dodging the couple feet that try and trip him in the way.
As he passes kacchans' desk he hear him hiss under his breath, "you are so fucking dead, Deku."
A shiver runs down Izukus spin, he is not excited for lunch.
Maybe if he runs fast enough he won't get caught?
Eh….that would mean even worse tomorrow. Not worth it, he decides.
Sitting down on his desk, Izuku pulls out his notebook and starts writing down everything his teacher says, dreading the sound of the bell.
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That day Izuku comes home covered in bruises, a broken nose, and 3 degree burns all over his body in the shape of starbursts.
And now he has to deal with his mom, at least she's still taking up extra shifts and it'd be a couple hours before she comes home, enough time to clean himself and his dad up, and maybe even finish some homework!
And tomorrow he could see Finely and Miss.M!
So far, not a complete shit of a day!
Izuku walks up the steps of hai apartment building, despite the intense pain all over his small body, he has a smile on his face and pep in his step.
Opening the door to the apartment he slides inside, taking off his shoes and placing them next to his dad's old business shoes.
His dad's in the same exact place he left him, on the couch, passed out, with a soft blue blanket thrown over him.
Izuku sighs and starts cleaning up the bottles on the floor, throwing them in the recycling before hurrying over to his room to get fixed up. Can't clean when you're bleeding, am I right?
Izuku took off his backpack, putting it in the corner of his room, and pulled of his clothes, all but his boxers.
Walking over to his bed, he plopped down and pulled out a small box filled with random junk, pulling out a mirror.
Placing it on his bed frame and leaning in closer to assess the damage on his face he only now noticed his broken nose, everything else on his face was just bruising, so he'd be fine.
Resetting his nose was going to hurt like a bitch though.
Ughhh.
Quickly he reached up, still looking in the mirror, and snap reset his nose, hissing in pain.
Now that his face was good, he could worry about treating the burns and scratches on the rest of his body, putting the mirror back in the box and shoving that back under his bed.
Izuku quickly gets in and out of the shower, washing as much of the grim of the day as he could, and then got dressed in some all might themed pajamas.
Sitting down back on his bed and pulling the box out again he started lathering up in burn cream and bandages, legs first, then stomach, and then arms.
Once completely bandaged up he flipped back on his bed, exhausted.
Now, all he could do is wait for his impending doom of a mother to get home.
Maybe Izuku could fix himself a snack before she got home?
Apple slices and peanut butter, a sandwich maybe?
Izuku sighed, pushing himself up from the bed, still insanely sore, and trudging over to the kitchen.
Halfway through his construction of a monstrosity of a sandwich he was interrupted by the intense noise of puking, the stomach -retching smell came a few seconds after.
His dad was up.
Izuku sighed, looking over to the couch and seeing the back of his dad's hunched over figure, now sitting up.
Sliding off the stool that helped him reach the counter, izuku walked over to help his dad out, grabbing some paper towels on his way.
Hisashi was now dry heaving on their, thank God, wooden floor, the pile of puke lying by his feet.
What a great birthday.
Izuku though, as he resisted the urge to added to what his father had done, cleaning it up with some sparky and towels.
Notes:
Name:
Akio Munshim
Age:
28
Job:
Exotic animal vet owner (small business)
Quirk:
Rabbit mutation, she has rabbit ears that have enhanced hearing, a rabbit tail, stronger legs and rabbit feet, In turn her hearing is getting worse and worse due to too much noise from the shop
Name:
Finely
Age:
N/A
Species:
Non-native Rock Dove
Quirk:
????? You tell meಠ∀ಠ should Finely have a quirk that makes him live longer, and izuku gets a pigeon pet for the rest of the fic? Or does Finely have a regular life span of 6-years and die when Izukus at the ripe age of 13?
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Chapter 3: Fighting
Summary:
TW-foul language, domestic violence, screaming, goreish???
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Izuku woke to the sound of screaming. It was three weeks after his seventh birthday and his parents had decided to take up the art of…
You guessed it! Fighting!
As he slowly pried his eyes open and reached to pull the sheets off him he could hear his mother's screaming from the kitchen.
"—YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING GET DRUNK ALL THE GODDAMN TIME!! I HAVE A FUCKING SEVEN YEAR OLD TO TAKE CARE OF! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!"
"I SHOULD GET MY SHIT TOGETHER?!?! WHO THE FUCK TAKES CARE OF THAT KID? WHO THE FUCK LOVES HIM? Cause it sure as hell ain't you, Inko."
"How dare you!?!! I love izuku! I live for Izuku! I—"
"And your love translates into fucking beating him up?!?! You 'living' for him is never being home!?? Is that your fucking love?!"
"Well I'm not fucking perfect, but at least I fucking try!!!"
"And you think I don't! Oh, you—"
Izuku zoned back out of their argument, turning it into incoherent screaming as he continued getting ready for the day, getting out of bed and pulling off his All Might themed pajamas, grabbing some shorts and a sweater from his closet.
Izuku's parents have been fighting a lot more lately. His mom all of a sudden, after 3 and ½ years of dealing with it, decided she hated the fact that their house smelt like an alcoholic and his dad hated just hated his mom in general.
Their screaming wasn't that bad, unless his dad was drunk and his mom was tired or annoyed in any way beforehand.
Then it usually ended in someone getting beat.
Izuku was that someone.
And so was his dad.
Occasionally.
Izuku carefully moved to the bathroom, making sure to walk quietly and quickly, get in and out with as little interaction with his parents as possible.
Once he finally reached the bathroom, he carefully closed the door, quickly brushing his teeth, washing his face, and struggling with his hair, ending up with a sad messy bun.
Once out of the bathroom Izuku decided instead of waiting around to see how this one ended he should just leave, maybe see Finely and Miss.M early today.
Just…just get out of this stupid house for the day.
Just to get away for a little while.
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His walk to Miss.M's shop was long, he walked slowly, not in dread of reaching the vet but simply to enjoy the day, he was usually stuck inside during the day, either with fear of one of his parents getting upset or simply because he was too busy with homework or patching himself up to bother with getting out.
The few times he did get out of the house it was either at night, when everything was shrouded in darkness and the slight glow of moonlight, or it was on his way to and from school.
Those walks were never fun, filled with pain and dread, they were also usually when he went to see Miss.M and Finely.
The first time he came to see the pigeon was after a particularly bad day, his face filled with bruises and his arms covered in burns and blood, when the young women had opened the door it'd been a horrible shock, Izuku still feels a little bad for making her get so worried over something as simple as him.
Miss.M had helped patch him up and gave him a Popsicle before showing him the bird, who had been patched up with just as much care as him, wing in a cast and some bandages here and there, but an otherwise happy and content bird.
Ever since that day Izuku showed up to Miss.M's shop almost every evening after school, sometimes he'd be more beat up than usual and she'd clean him up, never asking too many questions, even though it was clear she wanted to. Then she'd get him a snack and they would hang out with Finely and the other animals in the shop.
Occasionally she would teach him something about animals or medicine, or show him how to make the perfect vegetarian sandwich, and in turn he would help out with small things like cleaning cages and counters or answering customer calls on the shop phone, if Miss.M was having a hard time due to her hearing.
It seemed like Izuku had to help out with the calls more and more by each passing week, which scared Izuku a little, but Miss. M told him not to worry too much.
Finely had healed up quickly and happily in the past weeks, his bandages came off on the first week of his stay and his cast in the second, but by that time he'd gotten attached to his two helpers, and now he'd fly around freely but always returned to the shop and Miss.M, no matter how hard she tried to get him "rehabilitated" and release him into the wild, he simply didn't want to go.
Izuku found it funny, and kind of sweet. Honestly, he was glad the bird chose to stay. He may not be human but Izuku saw him as a friend, one out of the two he has at the moment.
Izuku broke out of thought as he heard the familiar noise of the vet shop, quickly he began walking up the steps to the door, knocking gently on the dark pink door.
As usual, you could hear Aiko Munshim scrambling to calm down the animals inside as she went to get the door.
After a minute of scrambling and multiple sighs and "No! Don't do that"-s from inside Miss.m called out, "It's open!"
Carefully, Izuku pushed open the door, peeking his head in, Miss.M was sitting on the floor, cleaning up a bag of spilled dog food while holding the guinea pig cage closed by leaning against the door.
"... Miss.M?"
Izuku said, quitely.
Once Miss.m looked up and saw who it was she immediately jumped up in excitement, realising the guinea pigs and spilling the dog food in the process.
Immediately izuku rushed to help her, herding the guinea pigs back to the ache and picking up the particularly stubborn ones, plopping them back in with their siblings and locking the cage door.
Miss.m smiled thankfully from the floor as she cleaned up the dog food and closed the bag, placing it into a higher shelf, in hopes that none of the animals would get to it this time.
"Thanks so much for helping out there, Izuku! You know how crazy those girls can get, running wild!"
She said, laughing slightly as she turned to face Izuku.
"So, dear, what brings you here so early? Not that I mind!" She quickly backtracked, "but just curious, you're also not hurt in any way." She seemed pleased by the last observation, she may not ask many questions but she was observant enough to tell that those starburst shaped explosions most likely came from the only kid in the neighborhood with that type of quirk, Kacchan.
And izuku also ranted occasionally, when he got too frustrated or tired.
"Yeah," izuku replied, running the back of his neck, "Ma'Ma and dad are fighting more often lately so I thought why not come in early! ….if you…don't mind?"
He said nervously.
Miss.M's face lit up, hiding the slight concern over his parents, "of course not! I love having you around! So do the animals, I swear if you didn't bring in Finely and decided to hang around I would have been in shambles by now, you really help me out!"
She smiled, lighting up the room, even with the sad undertones of her statement.
Izuku laughed, leaning down to scratch one of the guinea pigs behind the ear, "thanks Miss.M."
She nodded, laughing gently as she grabbed her house key and started walking to the back of the store, opening the back door. Through it you could see a small apartment there, with a large birdcage sitting in the middle, three small cockatoos playing with each other inside. On the table next to the kitchen counter stood another bird cage, slightly smaller and the door missing and larger, this was Finley's cage, even though Miss.M didn't approve of him staying for good she did want him to have a comfortable place to stay.
At the moment that cage was empty, Finely was probably out flying somewhere, he usually came back around the time izuku got out of school.
Walking over to the larger bird cage, Izuku smiled as the three birds began fighting, "Marigold, Violet, and Clover are doing well!"
Miss.M smiled, nodding as she began preparing the ingredients for a sandwich, "yep! Marigolds were a bit of trouble yesterday, causing a ruckus at 3 in the morning, but other than that they're enjoying themselves!"
The three birds were Miss.M's sisters birds, before she got into a car accident and fell into a coma.
That was around a month ago and there was still no sign of her waking, so around a week ago Miss.M decided to take the birds in, her mother didn't have the proper care for them anymore, she would have taken them immediately if she had a better relationship with her family, but she was an outcast and seen as a failure for not having a successful career.
She didn't even know what happened with her sister until paramedics called her about 3 days after the accident.
Izuku walked over to help Miss.M with the food, getting some ham for his sandwich out of the specific drawer in the fridge for his stuff, which was mainly meat and candy, as Miss.M ate neither.
Once they both finished their respective sandwiches they sat down at the small table next to the kitchen, the entire apartment was filled with mostly thrifted items which lead to a lot of the furniture being mismatched, it added a odd homely vibe, with a touch of hippie if Izukus being honest, but not in a negative way at all.
Izuku sat down in a comfy red, wooden chair with small notes from previous owners etched in the paint, while Miss.M sat in a soft, fluffy blue chair with embroidery covering the arms,
Images of purple flowers and green foxes traveled up from the front of the arms to the back.
The table in between both of them was wood with a soft pink color and nibbles here and there, clearly from one of the birds in the apartment.
Just as izuku took a bite out of his sandwich Miss.M decided to break the news to him,
"I'm going deaf, Izuku."
Izuku coughed hard in surprise, causing Miss.M to leap up and pay him gently on his back until he calmed down.
He'd already assumed this but it was still a bit of a shock hearing it confirmed, I mean her sensitive ears couldn't possibly do well in a setting filled with loud animals.
"O-okay?"
Miss.M sat back down, sighing, "and in a year, the doctor assumes, I'll go completely deaf."
Izuku frowns. That was soon.
"I can help out around the store if you'd like! I can take all the calls and I can help with the animals and I can help with any in person costumers too!" I can–"
Miss.m laughs a little at his tangent, causing Izuku to break off, blushing intensely.
"Thank you, izuku..I..I'd love that."
She smiled widely at him, "now, let's finish up our food before Finely comes back, we don't want him eating it all up!" She said with a wink, causing Izuku to giggle as he went back to his sandwich, all the while worry crept into his mind about Miss.M.
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After about three hours of hanging out and helping Miss.M izuku had to go home, his parents might not care for him but he knew his mom would get annoyed if he was gone too long.
Quickly he said his goodbyes and hurried out the door, rushing down the path to his apartment, stumbling and falling a few times, scraping his knee on the floor.
Now running home with a bleeding knee, Izuku ran a little faster, in hopes of getting there sooner and maybe calm his mother's anger faster.
Once he reached the apartment door he fumbled with his keys, and scrambled to get the door open, careful not to slam it once he did manage to unlock it.
He was met with his mother's angry face, but …not directed at him.
His parents..were still fighting.
"AND NOW YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND YOUR STUPID FUCKING SON?!?" His mother shrieked in his father's face, who was clearly drunk, if the beer bottles next to the couch were anything to go by.
"MY SON?!?! HA!! HE'S YOUR FUCKING SON TO, BITCH!?!"
izuku carefully slid into the house taking his shoes off as quietly as he could and slowly creeping around his parents..until the floorboards creaked. And both his parents swung their heads in his direction, immediately more fury filled his mother's eyes.
"You…little…bitch" she hissed out as she stomped towards his small form, his dad's attempts to grab her arm and stop her were in vain, although that might have been due to his lack of soberness along with lack of actually trying.
Once she reached him she raised an arm and slapped him. Hard, across the face, his teeth clattering and head snapped sideways. As he reached up to touch his face he felt a liquid dripping from his nose. His nose was bleeding.
"You little bitch!!" His mother shrieked again, raising her arm and slapping him again, this time on the other side of his face, causing him to collapse.
"You weak, little bitch" with izuku on the floor now she resorted to kicking him, hard, over and over again, as he curled up into the fetal position, crying out to his dad and pleading for his mom to stop.
Hisashi just stared at him with pity, but did nothing.
After about an hour of this Inko reached down and grabbed izuku by the hair, dragging him to his room, ignoring his screaming.
Once she reached his door she slammed it open,
Throwing him to the floor of his room so harshly he slid and banged his head on the side of his bed.
Rage still filled his mother's face as she spat on his face and slammed the door, marching off, probably to continue screaming at his father.
Izuku felt dizzy, everything hurt, his ribs were probably broken and he had a bloody, broken nose and a split lip, along with the bruises now covering his face and body, two on his face in the shape of a handprint.
Izuku slowly crawled to his desk chair and started undressing, getting out his first aid and patching himself up, using some of the things Miss.M taught him to bandage his ribs properly.
Once all bandaged up, or at least the most he could do without passing out or hurting himself more, he crawled over to his bed and wrapped himself in his blankets, falling asleep to his parents screaming at each other again, tears flowing down his cheeks.
Notes:
:,,(
Chapter 4: The End of something
Summary:
(Note:this entire chapter needs a bit hugeeee TW-suicide, death, gore, blood warning, but I'll also add some where it specifically needs them.)
Notes:
I think you'd all enjoy to know I was listening to Hush Hush by pistol Annie's and Miranda Lambert while writing this✨🤙😌✨ banger music, rlly fits the theme of thid chapter.....and don't you dare get on me for country music, some of that shit is fire😎
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Izuku woke up in pain at the sound of his alarm, his ribs ached and his nose sent a jolt of pain through him everytime he moved, having forgotten to reset it last night.
Izuku sighed, immediately letting out a hiss of pain as the action hurt his face even more.
Slowly he got up, pulling on his school clothes, careful not to touch his face or jostel his ribs too much.
Grabbing his bag, izuku walked out of his room, originally planning on going to the bathroom and fixing his fucked up nose, maybe switching some of his bandages and adding some makeup here and there, but he stopped when he noticed his mother was nowhere to be seen, a small white not lying in the kitchen gave him his answer as to why, a long shift at the hospital that ran into the afternoon, nothing to dramatic, she'd be home by 4:00 in the afternoon, exhausted and annoyed so izuku would have to figure out how to best prevent to much if a beating, but other than that it was okay.
TW-SUICIDE!!!!! BLOOD!! GORE!!! (I'll mention when it's over!)
Sighing, izuku turned back to the bathroom walking down the hallway and reaching for the door knob when he felt something wet seep into his socks, slowly izuku looked down to his feet.
There was water.
Red water.
Pools and pools of red water seeping out from under the bathroom door.
Panic slowly filled izuku as he rushed to open the door, only to realize it was locked, the panic fully engulfed izuku, taking over his brain and vision, get to dad get to dad get to dad get to dad get to dad get to dad we're the only thoughts filling his head as he slammed his small, frail, seven year old body against the door, frantically turning the door knob, shaking it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, eventually he began screaming out for his father, although he heard nothing he felt his voice get hoarser and hoarser, his cries getting more desperate by the second, suddenly the door bagned open, the force and lack of support flung Izuku to the floor, the floor that was filled with red water, red red red red red, it seeped into the cracks of the tile, seeped into Izukus uniform, coverd his hands, his socks his knees, everything was red and a full pink.
Snapping out of his shock, izuku scrambled up from the floor, stumbling and slipping his way to the tub.
The tub where his father lied.
The tub where a cold…dead man lies.
Izuku gripped his father's arm, desperately attempting to stop the already slowing flow of blood from the long, deep, vertical gash that covered his father's arms. Tears ran down his face and his cries grew louder and louder as crawled into the tub, pulling his father's limp head above the water and onto his lap as he cried.
"Daddy, daddy get up. Get up daddy, please get up, daddy I need you, mommy hates me, mommies to lost, please I need you daddy I need you!!" He whispered hoarsely into his father's cold, deaf ears.
"Please daddy!!" He called out, wailing over his father's dead form, the head of this man rolled in his lap, slipping toward the red water.
Izuku slowly let the head slip from his fingers, sliding down with it, his father's dead body lying next to him in the red stained water of the bathtub. Curling in on himself, he barely noticed the stinging pain in his face as he pulled his knees to his chest, hugging himself tightly.
"Daddy. I needed you." He said into the silence. His only response was his own quiet cries echoing in the small bathroom.
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Izuku eventually stumbled out of the bathtub, leaving his father's cold, dead form behind him.
TW-OVER!! (Summary- Izuku's dad is dead)
In an almost trance like state he walked to the mirror, water sloshing around his feet as stepped up onto the small stool and leaned forward, grabbing his nose and snapping it back into place, he'd messed with it to much for it to be perfect but at least now he could breath without every inhale and exhale being filled with pain.
Still in that trance-like state izuku stepped down from the stool and left the bathroom, leaving red footsteps in his wake.
Slowly izuku slipped into his shoes, grabbed his bag and stepped outside of the apartment, slowly walking towards school, everything around him was to loud and completely silent at the same time, each step felt like it shook the Earth, tears welled up in his eyes but they didn't drop, whether by choice or purely because he was incapable of crying at that moment.
Izuku was halfway to school when he broke down, falling to the floor in a crumpled mess of tears, blood, and water.
Silent cries filled the air around him as he shuddered on the floor, hugging himself and covering his mouth in shock, tears rolling down his face in an un-ending stream.
Izuku stayed like this for a good 30 minutes before he felt a careful hand gently touch his shoulder.
Looking up he saw Miss.M's worried face looking down on him, full of concern and care.
The thought of worrying Miss.M made more tears flow as he whipped his body around, hugging her legs tightly, crying into her long flowy skirt, tears and snot drenching it.
Carefully Miss.M bent down and picked izuku up, hugging him tightly against her chest as wrapped his arms around her neck, sobbing harder and harder.
"Shhh, izuku, it's okay, I've got you dear, I've got you."
She whispered into his hair as she began walking to her house, izuku in one arm and his bag in the other.
Once she reached the steps of her shop she carefully opened the door with her hand, putting down Izuku's bag to get the door knob, picking it up again once she opened the door.
Izuku's crying had reduced from all our wails to soft sniffles as Miss.M closed the door behind her and walked to the apartment, the door left open in her rush to get to izuku earlier.
Once she got into the apartment she placed izuku's bag down by the door, careful not to jostle the clearly both emotionally and physically hurt boy, and sat down in the soft patchwork beanbag, pulling a blanket over the both of them and curling around Izuku's small form.
"It's okay, dear. It's okay."
Once she could no longer hear his sniffles or feel his small body shake with each one she looked down, seeing his small, exhausted form passed out was a slight relief to her now sore back.
Carefully she got up, replacing her warm body with a fluffy, stuffed rabbit, tucked the blanket around him in a little more and walking to the kitchen to make some hot coco for once wakes up.
Sighing as she pulled out two mismatching mugs and some marshmallows from his drawer in the fridge.
No kid should very go through what izuku has to go through because of some stupid quirk, or lack there of. Especially not a seven year old.
Aiko thought, biting her lip in frustration.
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Izuku awoke to the smell of hot chocolate and marshmallows, a soft blanket surrounded him and a fluffy stuffed bunny was cuddled up against his chest.
That was a scary dream
Izuku thought, curling up tighter in a ball, hugging the bunny close,
Suddenly the sight of his bloodied sleeve snapped izuku back into his previous state of fear and panic.
His dad was dead.
Dead.
Gone.
Forever.
All he had left was Ma'Ma.
But Ma'Ma hates him.
Tears began filling Izuku's eyes all over again, suddenly Miss.m's face appeared in front of him, two mugs of hot coco in her hands, "hi dear, how are we doing over here?"
Noticing his teary eyes she placed the mugs down on the table and picked izuku up, keeping him wrapped up in the blanket and plopping him down on the softer, blue chair gently pushing his hot chocolate closer.
Sitting down across from him and smiling sadly at him, Miss.M took a sip from her cup.
Hesitantly izuku reached a small arm out and did the same, the warm liquid filled izuku's stomach making him feel the tiniest bit better.
The two of them sat like that for a while, in content silence.
Until Izuku's quiet and broken voice broke it.
"Daddys dead."
He whispered.
Miss.m's head snapped up, looking into Izukus eyes, shock filling her face.
"What?" She squeaked out.
"D-daddy…"
"Oh baby," she carefully cut him off as tears began to fill his eyes again.
Quickly she got up and pulled izuku into her lap,
"oh, baby. I'm so sorry."
After that izuku refused to talk at all, and Miss.M didn't push, simply providing as much comfort as she could with snacks and blankets.
The sun was starting to set once izuku finally got up to leave, he knew for sure his mother would be pissed once he got home but there wasn't much he could do about it at this point.
Miss.M, still insanely worried about the young kid, gave him a couple snacks to bring home and let him keep the fluffy bunny, at one point she suggested she could walk him home but izuku turned down her offer, his mom would be mad enough as it is.
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Izuku slowly opened the door to the apartment, fully prepared for an immediate smack to the face or fury filled eyes, but all he got was silence.
Was his mom not home yet?
Maybe there was another huge accident nearby?
But that would be close to two full days of work? Was that even legal???
Suddenly a quiet sniff that came from the back of the apartment snapped izuku out of it.
Was…was his mom crying?
Well, it made sense, she came home to her dead husband…but she never cries??
Izuku stood there, by the door, in a state of shock for the second time this day, although for obvious reasons, this one was a lot less intense.
Suddenly he heard his mother's bed creak, door open, and strangely soft footsteps coming towards him.
As she came into view he saw her tearstained face, eyes missing that always there flame of fury, replaced with a pit of despair.
Her hair was a mess and her eyes rimmed red and blotchy.
"Izuku."
Instinctively izuku flinched back at his name, expecting some kind of violence to follow it.
But instead, to his shock, his mother got down on her knees and began crying into the floor beneath her, calling out his name.
"...Ma'Ma?" He said, hesitantly.
Looking up, tears still flowing, his mother leaned back on her legs, opening her arms wide, "I-izuku." Her voice breaking with her tears.
"Baby, come here."
Slowly izuku shuffled forward, confusion filled every inch of his small frame.
Once he reached his mother she wrapped her arms tightly around him, nothing about her hug comforted him, it was like an anaconda wrapped around him, too tight and just all over wrong.
But it was his mother.
And no matter what happened, he needed this long awaited love from his mother, even if the cause was his father's gruesome death.
He needed this because no matter what happened, he loved his mother, he loved his mother so so much.
And now….she was all he had left, so all he could do was pray, and hope his mother loved him back, even just a little.
Hope and pray his father's death helped his mother find her way, help her from her lost state.
But if course, not even the gods take pity on a 7 year old when that 7 year old happens to be quirkless, right?
Notes:
Hehehehehe....ye.
Chapter 5
Summary:
hiiii, i updated this chapter! hope yall are staying safe w/the hurricane:)
Chapter Text
Someone once said that motherly love holds power over all, that "We are born of love; love is our mother."
Whoever said that either confused love with hate or was just plain batshit insane.
Izuku hadn't been able to muster up the strength to go to school for a week now, everything hurt, he was pretty sure his nose would never be the same with how many times it had been broken, and the slowly growing map of scars over his body filled him with hate every time he looked into the mirror.
After his father's suicide his mother had gotten so much worse, leaving izuku in shambles everytime he interacted with her, at least one bone in his body broken by the end of the day, and that was on a good day.
Izuku curled up tighter in his bed, hugging the blankets around himself as he curled into a ball, he'd gotten out of the habit of getting up and getting ready for school the third time his mother had beat him up over it, now he just waited for her to inevitably get upset and let it out on him.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, after around 20 min. Of her not storming through his door, he checked the time, he must have woken up super early or something.
Nope. Good 'ol 10:20.
What the hell???
Izuku got up and slipped out to the kitchen, keeping his footsteps completely silent and checking each corner for a threat.
Nothing.
Nothing…but a note.
'Brat, I'm starting work again today, go to school."
Oh. Oh, that's….that's good?
A slight smile touched izuku's lips,
She's starting work which means she'll be home alot less and on top of that izuku can get out of the house again!
He hasn't seen Miss.M and Finely since the day his father died, it'd be nice to stop by, help around a bit.
School…well Izuku enjoyed the learning part, he just hoped that magically the people got better in the past week of his absence. Probably not.
Sighing, Izuku turned back to his room, walking a bit faster, and began getting ready for school, bandages, uniform, socks, brush teeth, wash face, makeup, grab bag, and…leave.
Izuku paused once he reached the door, hand on the doorknob…and he opened it. The sun hit his sensitive eyes immediately, causing him to lift his arms as a shield.
Slowly izuku lowered his arms and took in his surroundings, the small creeping back up to his face.
The sun shines brightly, cutting through the crap morning air, no clouds, a slight breeze, and some falling leaves…. beautiful.
With a smile on his face izuku skipped his way to school, not minding the few times his short legs stumbled over themselves or when the cars drove by just a little too fast.
Izuku began slowing down the closer he got to school.
As he fully took in what school meant, dread began creeping through his body, the smile slipping from his face.
School meant backugo. And backugo meant pain and sadness and more pain.
But…maybe they did change???
A boy can hope, even if the hope is in vain.
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Izuku's dread had fully returned after going to grab his tardy slip from the front office, the lady, like usual, had fully glared at him and then sqeuld in disgust, ripping her hand back, when izuku accidentally touched her finger as she handed him the slip.
No one had changed.
Sighing, he slowly began walking to class, each step filled with regret for coming to school today.
Each tile he stepped on seemed to whisper how stupid he was to not take the chance to heal up at home, each crack in the walls seemed to laugh at his idiocy, each light seemed to snicker as it looked down at him from above his head.
Izuku had zoned out so much once he reached the door he almost ran directly into it, thankfully stopping himself just before his nose hit the wood, took a small step back and knocked.
Mr. Ashin, a large, chubby man with black hair and thick glasses, opened the door, a grimace appeared on his face when his towering figure looked down and saw izuku, further cementing Izukus previous feelings of doubt.
"Hi… Midoriya. Welcome back."
Distaste filling each word to the brim, izuku quickly nodded, whispered a small, shaky thank you and scurrying into the classroom.
And Immediately, all eyes were on him.
All these judgemental eyes staring him down.
And…
Kacchan…wasn't one of them?
He was looking down at his desk, slouching and kicking his legs back and forth under the table, a frown on his face, yes, but no sign of disgust. No grimace of distats purly by Izukus presence.
Maybe kacchan…did…change?
Just….just maybe.
Izuku, dragging each step, walked over to the back of the class, placing his bag down next to his desk and ignoring all the stares and sad attempts to trip him.
Quietly he sat down in his chair, pulling out a pencil and some notes from his bag.
Throughout the class he slowly began feeling a sad sort of normalcy, hiding his face from the stares, thrown paper, whispers, and glares, trying his best to ignore it all.
Just as if it were any other day at school.
And he was doing pretty well, the only thing he just couldn't seem to ignore was kacchan.
The only thing that was messing up this normal hell was kacchan.
He hadn't looked up to glare at him once the entire class so far, he hadn't thrown anything at him, he hadn't whispered mean things just loud enough for Izuku to overhear.
He just… sat there, with that frown on his face, the…entire time.
After around 30 more minutes of class the bell rung for lunch. A lunch that izuku forgot to pack.
Sighing he sat back down, placing his head in his arms and closing his eyes.
If he couldn't take this time to eat he could at least get some sleep in.
Just as izuku began closing his eyes someone slammed their hands down on his desk, shaking Izuku up from his position.
That person was….kacchan.
Kacchan who looked……sorry?
"Hey…. izuku." He said hesitantly, the words almost seemed to be forced out of him, but Izuku didint notice he was much to focused on the fact he didn’t call him deku.
Izuku just sat there, eyes wide with shock, posture perfect and hands in his lap.
"H-hi?" He said softly after realizing kacchan expected a response.
"Hi..so, I heard that you were having some…trouble at home. And I saw you didn't have lunch today and I thought this was the perfect way to apologize for my previous actions."
Izuku's mouth dropped open…had kacchan actually changed???
Did it only take a week of him out of school and his dad's suicide to make him apologize???
Kacchan…felt bad?
Shock and hope filled izuku, excitement flowed through him.
"If you'd accept it, izuku?" Kacchan says hesitantly, his hands behind his back as he looks down at the floor.
"Of course I forgive you kacchan!" Izuku says, a huge smile on his face and tears in his eyes.
The smile dropped immediately as time began to slow down, kacchans sad look transformed into a horrific smirk as he pulled his hands from behind his back and poured a bowl of boiling hot chilli over Izukus head, imeaditly izuku screamed out in shock and pain, falling back, out of his chair, hitting the floor hard, frantically wiping the boiling liquid off his face and hair with anything he could grab.
No one helped, even though this seven year old was bound to have a face full of scars, no one helped, in fact they began laughing.
Kacchan stood above izuku,
"thanks deku ." He snarls out, smirk only growing
As the class roared with laughter, Izuku stopped rubbing the chilli off himself, biting his lip to hold back his tears.
Slowly he got up and ran out of the class, stumbling all the way, he just needed to get away from these people.
But apparently he couldn't get away fast enough, from behind him he heard
"if being quirkless makes you so weak you can't even accept a gift properly maybe you should just go take a swan dive off the roof, pray for a quirk in your next life!"
Kacchan…. kacchan had just told him to kill himself.
Izuku ran out of school, running down the street and all the way home, his mom shouldn't be home yet, he should be fine.
Everything should be fine.
Today was going to be fine.
He was going to be fine.
He wasn't fine.
His mom's shift had ended early.
And he was covered in chilli.
And not in school.
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Another broken nose. And three broken fingers, a sprained arm, and a split lip.
you're never going to have a normal nose again is a weird thing to think at age 7, but sadly a true one in Izukus's case.
In fact, he’d probably have some weird hands as well, and there's no telling how the rest of his bones would be affected the long term, for all he knows he’d be stuck with a limp and nerve damage for the rest of his sad, miserable life.
Izuku sat on his bed, criss-cross applesauce as he quietly sobbed, not about this dire future, at least not this time.
Everything was just too much, Kacch–no. Backugo had told him to kill himself, his dad is gone, his only friend is going deaf, his mom hates him, and he's completely useless.
Just some useless, quirkless thing.
He hated it. He hated it so much.
Why couldn't he have a quirk?
Why does everyone hate him?
What's wrong with him?
He heard the loud slam of the front door, his mom leaving for another shift at the hospital, trying to get more money now that they are a permanently single-income family. If you could even call them a family.
Izuku sighed in relief, at least he didn't have to worry about his mom for the next couple of hours.
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After the day with the chili Izuku was stuck bleeding and broken inside for weeks upon weeks, Inko's abuse kept increasing in intensity.
This past week she had moved from using her fists to using anything around her, a bottle, a toaster, the sink filled with water, a match, maybe a cigarette if she happens to find any of dad's old ones.
After she began doing that everything became a lot more painful. Turns out electrical burns on your hands after she shoves your hand and a plugged-in toaster in water really fucking hurts. Who knew?
But for some sick reason, Izuku felt grateful.
Because if he was stuck at home, curled up in pain from his mother's abuse, then he could just ignore all the issues outside. He could pretend everything going on around him is fine. He could pretend Backugo never told him to kill himself, he could pretend MIss. M isn’t going deaf, he could pretend his dad was still alive and was just out drinking this whole time, he could pretend, and pretend, and pretend. He could live in a perfect world, where nothing was real. And nothing needed to be real.
And that was the only thing keeping Izuku alive. The hope was that if this did end one day, everything outside would be perfect, simply awaiting his return.
And for now he would just have to wait. And wait. And wait. And wait until he could finally get up and leave his room without shaking in fear of the consequences until he could say hello to his mother without his voice shaking, until he could walk again without pain shooting through his bones with each step. Until he was free. And Izuku was patient….he….he could wait. He had to wait….to survive he needs to wait. And wait.
And…wait.
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