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⚠️WARNING; mentions of suicide⚠️
My eyes flutter open to hear beeping by my ears, inside a white, sterile room. My throat was sore and swollen, too much to talk. My mother rested her head on the side of my bed, sobbing; I tried to reach out and comfort her, but my body was too heavy. I couldn't even call out to her. Then a familiar feeling washes over me... helplessness, I knew this feeling too well, that's what got me into this mess... no, he's why I'm in this mess. She looks up from sobbing into the hospital sheets, "Honey?" her voice shaky and strained. Her eyes widen, locking eyes with me, "Oh my gods!" She hurriedly wraps her arms around my neck. "Izuku, my poor baby boy!" She cups my face with eyes full of tears, "Why?" she sobs out, "Why...Why did you do it?"
I tried to answer, but my neck was too swollen to speak; all I could do was stare at her while tears filled my eyes as well.
Hours later, a balding old man comes in who seems to be my doctor. "Izuku Midoryia, correct?" He glances at Inko, who nods, "Y..Yes, I... Izuku Midoryia, born on July 15th, 2002."
He pulls out a seat and begins typing on his computer as he speaks, "You have severe rope burn around your neck. An-" His voice begins to fade out. Oh, right, I had tried to kill myself after Kacchan had told me to.
How Pathetic.
I'm so fucking PATHETIC.
Why Did I Do Something So Idiotic.
He'd Never Love ME.
Never. Not Even In A Million Years.
"Izuku?" My Mom's voice snaps me out my daze. Causing to look at her weakly. Like everything else I do.
The doctor clears his throat, pulling our attention back to him. "Mrs. Midoriya, there's something we need to discuss about Izuku's medical profile." He types a few more keys on his computer before turning the screen slightly toward us. "During his examination, we ran a full hormone panel. It's standard procedure for cases like this."
My mother squeezes my hand, her eyes fixed on the doctor with concern."Izuku's secondary gender markers are quite pronounced," the doctor continues. "Based on the hormone levels and physical indicators, he's presented as an Alpha."
The word hangs in the sterile air. An Alpha. Me? The quirkless, pathetic Deku who couldn't even stand up to his childhood friend turned bully? The irony is bitter enough to make me want to laugh, if only my throat would cooperate.
My mother's expression shifts from concern to confusion, then to something like pride. "An Alpha? But... he's always been so gentle, so kind."
"Secondary gender doesn't determine personality, Mrs. Midoriya," the doctor explains patiently. "It's biological. Given what happened, I'd recommend we start him on suppressants until he's emotionally stable enough to handle the additional hormonal changes."
I shake my head slightly, wincing at the pain in my neck. No suppressants. If I'm going to rebuild myself, I need to face everything head-on - including whatever this Alpha designation means for my future.
The doctor nods at my silent response. "Very well. We'll keep monitoring his condition. Physically, he'll recover in a few weeks, but the emotional recovery will take much longer. I've already referred him to a therapist specializing in trauma and secondary identity issues."As the doctor leaves, my mother turns back to me, her expression complex. "An Alpha, Izuku... I never imagined."
Neither had I. But as I lie there in the hospital bed, a strange thought begins to form. Maybe this is my chance. Maybe being an Alpha gives me something I never had before - not strength, not power, but a different way of seeing myself. A way to finally break free from the shadow Kacchan has cast over my entire life.