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From the early age of four, he experienced painful ripping of wings sprouting from his back, his mother was disgusted, his father was horrified and disappointed. He was supposed to inherit fire breathing, or at the very least, telekinesis.
Nobody liked Izuku. Not his own mother or father. Not even anybody at school. He was a loser, a pathetic excuse for a human. He had wings that were far too big for his small body, his tongue was pointed, his hair had feathers blended in it, his voice was monotone, his nails were different. He was a nobody.
Except he wasn’t. He had Katsuki, and that’s all that really mattered, even if when he went over to his house covered in bruises or bleeding wounds, Katsuki was there. He defended him from the bullies at school, and the teachers that ignored him when he would plea for help. He would preen his feathers that were too far to reach, and he would ask if he was okay even if he is hotheaded. He would be alright, as long as he had his friend.
at the age of five, his father has left. Claiming that Izuku was an abomination, a result of an affair. Neither sides of the family had a physical mutation, so Hisashi accused Inko of having an affair, and it was true. Hisashi was never his father, and being a child, Izuku was confused. Why was his father leaving? Why has his mother crying? What is happening? Why am I alone.
As Izuku aged, it got worse, his mother always screamed at him. Blaming him for her husband leaving her, for existing. It wasn’t his fault for being alive, if she wanted to, she could’ve just got rid of him before he was born, but of course, the act had to continue, and his mother was an amazing actress.
When he was seven, his mother laid hands on him, she brought home strange men after she got home from the bars, which led to things that should never happen to a young boy.
Katsuki always knew something was wrong, but Izuku always denied it, even when there was blood stained on a pair of his pants, or when he had bruises the shape of hands on his body.
At the age of nine, Izuku was kicked out, well, not exactly kicked out, his mother tried to kill him with her quirk, she forced the air out of his lungs with her quirk. She used her quirk to aim knifes at him. She thought she killed him, he laid limp on the floor, his heart beating irregularly, his blood pooling around the stab wounds, his wings clipped. She thought he was dead, and she headed to her bed, but not after drinking all the whiskey out of the cabinet, and watching the blood pool grow larger. He knew how to play dead, even if his heart was burning, and his lungs felt as if they were to burst. He crawled out of the house when she decided he was no longer entertaining to watch, and that’s when he met the underground hero.
Aizawa usually doesn’t work this late, but when the police received a call from a young child claiming he heard screaming from the next house over, he was sent on scene. He expected a couple things, but he never expected to find a young boy gripping onto the concrete to try and pull himself away from the house, trailing blood behind him, with large wings wrapping around him protectively.
After that, it was a blur. He held the small boy in his arms, deciding that he would be faster than an ambulance, he used his capture weapon to jump from building to building, and he was at the hospital in the matter of minutes. The boys blood seeping into his dark clothes, his capture weapon now stained with blood. That’s how he ended up sitting in the waiting room with his husband talking to the nurse.
“He will be okay, love. The nurse just told me that he was stable, and we are allowed to wait in his room until he wakes up.” His Husband, Hizashi told him. Aizawa nodded, getting out of his chair and following the nurse to the young boys room.
He looked so small and fragile. the medical equipment surrounding him looked foreign to the small boy. Tsukauchi called him earlier to let him know that the assumed mother was taken into custody, and would be investigated.
His name was Izuku Midoriya, Quirk registered as Raven and he was nine years old. His father lives in america and has no grandparents or next of kin. He’s alone.
While Aizawa didn’t exactly like children, and was only twenty-six, along with being freshly married. He felt bad for this boy, and had a desire to protect him from anything or anybody that would ever harm him. He sat down in the chair next to Izuku’s bed, and put his hand on the child’s arm.
“I was-“
“He’s not going back.”
Hizashi smiled, “I was going to say, I was thinking we could see if we could use our foster license to use.” If they weren’t already married, he would’ve proposed right there.
Aizawa looked at his husband, “Your okay with this?” He asked.
“You already know I love children, and while we’re still young and only in our twenties, you seem quite attached.” His husband explained. It’s true, Aizawa knew what it was like growing up in foster care, and found himself attached to Izuku. Hizashi caressed Izuku’s hair, trying to tame the wild curls that were messed up and stained with blood.
Tsukauchi was going to have a lot of paperwork to do.