So, I'm in the middle of reading the bnha school briefs and apparently the correct translation for Shoto's and Bakugo's name is just that- Shoto and Bakugo (Though I don't think that's the correct spelling). It's hard changing the spelling after all this time. TT^TT Anyway, as I said in the first chapter of this series on Ao3 but forgot to put on Wattpad and Fanfiction, is that this was an original work, so I'm sorry if the names are different, Originally the main character who is Izuku now was Nathan, Shoto was Gabriel, and had only two siblings, Aquila and Jacob. But now it's Shouto (….oop, see? Not even gonna fix that) so, since he has three siblings, there are now three!

(Shoto's P.O.V.)

Tap tap tap.

"All the good love, When we're all alone." My father sang out with the music from the radio, much to the displeasure of myself, Toya, Natsuo, and Fuyumi.

"Keep it up girl, Yeah, you turn me on."

"Dad," Toya said from the front passenger side seat, annoyance clear in his tone.

"I..., I'm hooked on a feeling,"

"Dad…" He said again.

"I'm high on believing."

"Dad!" He yelled this time, causing my father to stop his tapping on the wheel and singing at once.

"What? I'm just expressing myself through the music." He winked at Toya, who let out a sigh.

"Oh my God." He moaned, earning a smile from my father.

"Since when do you believe in God?" He asked, making me smirk a bit, as Toya hated talking about religion.

"Drop it." He said, glance returning out the window.

The car was silent for mere moments before Fuyumi spoke up. "When will we be there? We've been driving for hours now." She groaned, as she always got sick when riding in any type of vehicle for too long.

"We're almost there, hold on a bit longer hunny." Dad said, and I looked over at Fuyumi, who was pale and sweaty, hands shaking slightly as she pulled her long, white with flecks of red hair back from in front of her light, grey eyes. "Why don't you lay down? I don't mind if you put your head in my lap." I said, watching her turn her head in my direction and frown. "Why don't you mind your own damn business?" She barked and I sighed. She was never like this, really, she was just sick is all. "Dad, I'm gonna hurl." She said, putting a hand over her mouth and holding back the vomit that threatened to force its way up her throat. "Natsuo, hand her the bucket from the trunk." Dad said, eyeing him in the rear-view mirror. "Sure thing." Natsuo said, twisting his body around and reaching his hand behind the seats and into the trunk, grabbing the green bucket that sat atop the luggage bags and suitcases. "Here," He said, handing it to Aquila, who was sitting on the other side of me.

"Thanks." She said, burying her face in the bucket then gagging a few times. Finally, after moments of dry heaving and gagging, she threw up, which clouded the pine-fresh air of the car with its stench. Toya gagged and rolled down his window, and Natsuo did the same. Minus the gagging of course. Toya is Natsuo, Fuyumi and my older brother, but he certainly doesn't act like it. I'm the youngest, but, unlike Toya, I act like at least one of the middle children. Fuyumi on the other hand, well, she's too mature for her own well-being. And Natsuo, the second youngest child acts pretty normal, a little mature but a little immature at times. We get along pretty well for siblings, even though Toya has a different father, but not even he knows who it is. According to my dad, our mother and his father were in an abusive relationship, and one day, his father beat our pregnant mother so badly that she almost died, and Toya, who was in the womb at the time, almost died too. The cop who saved her was Natsuo, Fuyumi and my father, a cop who took both my mother and Toya in right after he was born. Not even a year and a month later, Fuyumi was brought into the world, 14 months later Natsuo was born, then 13 months after that, so was I. But, our mother died nearly 5 years ago from an opioid OD, as my father had no idea she was still suffering with her addiction, if he did, well, she wouldn't have got the chance to overdose. I was only 11 at the time. She had been hospitalized and in rehab for most of my life, but it hurt nonetheless.I couldn't help thinking about her at least once a day. As I was now, but I was snapped out of my thoughts by my father talking excitedly. "We're here!" He said loudly, and I could practically feel Toya's eye roll.

"Great." Toya said, opening his door and getting out. We all followed suit and stretched out after the 3 hours and a half of being confined to sitting in that old car 2-door car, which barely had enough space for the driver and passenger, let alone the 3 seats and passengers in the back. "Ah, smell that fresh air guys," Dad said mid stretch.

"Yeah, downtown Musutafu. Delightfully fresh city air that is." Natsuo said whilst Fuyumi looked so happy to be out of the car it wouldn't have surprised me if she kissed the ground. "Oh come on guys, lighten up, we're living close to all the resources you need, and I don't have to drive you to school anymore, you can take the bus, so you no longer have to suffer your friends seeing the horrific sight of your loving father." He said, laughing a little at his own joke.

"Great, the bus." Toya moaned, opening the trunk and grabbing his luggage.

"Try to be a little more positive Toya." Dad smiled, walking towards the trunk to get his own luggage.

A little more positive? Huh?... Making new friends, going to a new school, coming out all over again…

I sighed and grabbed my two huge suitcases, trying to be mindful of the towbar that connected the car to the big metal box with wheels that carried all of our furniture. I grabbed my luggage and tried to step over the latch, but ended up tripping and falling on my face, blood beginning to gush from my nose as I couldn't put my hands out to protect myself fast enough.

Yeah, this was going to be a blast.

The first few days of school came and went by fast enough as we had spent a week couped up in the house not doing anything, so when the time for school came, I couldn't have been happy enough, Natsuo had already made 3 friends while Fuyumi made I don't even know how many, and on the other hand, I had made none. Toya didn't go to school, as he was 21, and instead worked at McDonald's. It was our 4th day of school and I was standing at the bus stop, bag thrown over my shoulder weighing me down heavily (as it was filled with all kinds of books), as Fuyumi and Natsuo stood talking with their new friends, when I was met with an unfamiliar face, one that wasn't here the past few days. He walked towards the bus stop with a slight limp, he wore blue jeans and a red hoodie, and had dark green hair that looked almost black in some places with beautiful, deep green eyes, though I couldn't tell this until he got nearer. He looked to be around 4 or 5 inches shorter than me, so he must have been either 5'4" or 5'5", and he was very, very thin. HE also looked to be a bit younger than a highschooler, kohai or not. I also noticed he had the fading away marks of a black eye and split lip. "Hello," I said as he walked up and stood beside me, but he didn't say anything back, he just stood there, cowering at the sound of my voice. I had the urge to hold him then, as he looked like he needed a hug. He was pretty hot too, in a plain kind of way, minus the sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes. He took a step away from me and straightened up a bit after me not talking for a solid 3 minutes. 2 minutes after that, the bus suddenly pulled up and I sighed with relief, as the situation was awkward after all. Fuyumi and her new friends got on along with Natsuo and his, I followed close behind, but when I glanced back I noticed that the boy had not moved from his spot at all. So maybe he wasn't a highschooler.

"Midoriya~." I heard someone call from the open window as I got on. "Come on Midoriya, are you afraid or something? Let's go." A very large boy with a round, chubby face called out the window to the boy.

So that's why he wasn't getting on. I took a seat on the opposite side of what was going on and the bus driver let out a frustrated, "Get on or I'm leaving without you boy."

I settled in my seat and no less than 10 seconds later the boy, Midoriya, got on. He took the first open seat near the front of the bus and I sighed as the bigger kid got out of his seat and headed towards Midoriya, though at this point I had turned my head away and started watching the cars speed along side the bus with mild interest. 11 minutes passed and we finally reached the school. I got up from my seat and noticed that Midoriya was now shoved against the side of the bus and window as the chubby boy was pushed into the seat as far as he could possibly go. I wondered if this was an everyday occurance and suddenly I felt bad for Midoriya, but as my day continued on, I forgot about him. It wasn't until that night when I was walking down Miyusu street (The street I live on), when I looked up at the Fumiwa bridge and saw a boy or girl (it was hard to tell in the dark and from so far away) with their feet dangling off the side of the closed bridge that I remembered him, because as I ran up the street and through the ticket booths to stop the person after a good 7 minutes of rushing towards them, and he turned his head to face me, running up the bridge and panting hard, I realized; it was him.

(Izuku's P.O.V.)

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock beeping beside me. I let out a sigh at being alive, but remembered today was the day, and I pictured myself falling from the top of the bridge and into the water below painlessly, which put a smile on my face. A slight one, but a smile nonetheless. One more horrid day on the unfortunate planet and it would all be over. I turned my alarm clock off and hopped out of bed, going to my closet and pulling out the only two sweaters I had. I picked the slightly less ratty red one, which only had a few holes in the bottom, then I pulled open my dresser and picked out a black long sleeved t shirt, a blue pair of underwear, and dark blue skinny jeans that I hadn't worn in a while. This would do. I pulled on the skinny jeans and I noticed they were slightly looser than before. Great. I had lost what little weight I couldn't afford to lose, and as I looked in the mirror, shirtless, at my sunken in stomach and protruding ribs and hip bones I let out a long, displeased sigh (Though, it wasn't as bad as the scars and fresh cuts that littered my upper arms). When was the last time I ate? I wondered. Oh, that's right, 2 days ago when my father made me sit in his lap and beg for food as his erection pressed up against me. ...When Mom was around, I didn't look like this. Sure, sometimes I went hungry, but never like this. My stomach growling nearly every minute I mean.

I quickly pulled on a shirt, not wanting to look at myself in the cracked mirror any longer and got ready for school. Just one more long day, I thought peacefully, and this will all be over.

I rushed down the stairs and went into the bathroom, and after taking a piss I washed my hands and went back to the hallway. I peeked into my father's room, which was empty. I checked the couch in the living room, which was empty as well. Good, I can eat this morning.

I quickly pulled open the refrigerator and dug around inside for a moment before grabbing a tupper container full of cooked, cold chicken. I opened the lid and scarfed the contents down as fast as I could, like a starving man… Which I technically was. I took my time washing and putting away the dish and by the time I was done I realized the school bus would be at its stop in around 5 or 10 minutes, so I grabbed 3 chocolate bars from the cubert (out of the pile of what looked like at least 30) and shoved them in my bag then left for the bus stop. As I neared it, I noticed 3 new faces, who knows when they could have started coming, as I had been home for a full school week and a weekend, or seven days if you wanted to be precise, tending to my sick father who wouldn't let me go to school until he got better. It was great, as I hadn't got a real beating in 4 days and I hadn't been well… violated by my father for the full 7 days, minus last night, he had started to feel better yesterday morning, but still made me stay home and tend to him. It was Thursday now, and I was feeling especially good due to thinking about my suicide and actually getting something to eat. And a full chicken breast at that. Putting all that aside though, there were 2 new boys and a girl. The boy on the right had white, spiky hair that came down in two spikes on either side of his face and wore black pants and a white jacket, with grey eyes. The girl had white hair with small strips of red here and there and light grey eyes, and wore blue jeans and a light blue jacket, and the boy on the right had half white half red hair and heterochromatic eyes, one of the most rare eye colours in the world, even rarer than my green eyes. The right was Brown while the left was blue. They were all reasonably attractive, but the heterochromatic-eyed boy was especially so…. Not that I would ever like him like that, as I doubted I could possibly love anyone let alone be in a relationship with anyone after what my father did to me time and time again. "Hello." The boy said to me, and I had to fight the urge to run, fearing what he might do to me if I responded in my too high, wimpy little voice. Just the sight of me set some people off. I curled in on myself slightly, but after a few moments of silence I straightened back up again. No sooner did the bus roll up and Kaito Arei stuck his pudgy little pug-face out of the window, his brown hair coated in sweat, no doubt already smelling like his usual B.O. stench. I stood frozen to the spot for a moment as everyone got on the bus and I noticed the new, brown-blue eyed boy turn his head my way. "Midoriya~." Kaito called out, waving from inside the bus. If I could shrink right now, I would. Kaito never rode the bus, only on days where he was feeling especially in the mood for taunting me. "Come on Midoriya, are you afraid or something? Let's go." He called out and I remained rooted to the spot. "Get on or I'm leaving without you boy." The bus driver yells, the same line he's used before when I wouldn't get on the bus due to Kaito or his gang of asshole-bullies. Nonetheless, I bowed my head and got on. As soon as I took my seat, he came for me. "Hey loser." He said, pushing me up against the window and taking a seat, crushing my leg under his weight. I winced but didn't dare say anything. I definitely wasn't about to do anything, not after the last time I tried to fight back, even just with words. "So fag, you haven't been at school for a while, huh? Since when?... last Thursday?" He grinned. "And I don't remember giving you that fat lip and bruised eye… Did Amino get you?" He asked, feigning sympathy. I nodded as best as I could with the back of my head shoved against the window and Kaito's shit-eating grin returned. "Well, that's what you said last time, and when I told Amino to lay off what was mine, he said he never touched you. Hasn't since I beat the shit out of him before winter break… not that me telling him off would deter him from beating you, you're just so… punchable. But that's besides the point, is your daddy beating you up again, Huh, fag?"

"No. It was really him, he just doesn't what to admit it in fear that you will-" I tried to finish before Jackson grabbed a fist-full of my hair and yanked my head down with it.

"Don't fucking lie to me faggot. Want me to call child protective services and have them take you away from the only family you have?" He questioned a little too loudly for my liking.

"He doesn't, and I couldn't care less if you called child protective services."

"Since when-"

"You'll see soon enough." I interrupted, which only angered him.

"Don't fucking talk over me, little bitch." Says Kaito, pulling harder on my hair before letting go. I stared at him before twisting my head the other direction, to look out the window, and suddenly he pushed himself closer against me, pressing my face up against the window. I sighed and we rode the rest of the way toYuuei Highschool like this. When I got off the bus I smiled though, as I knew this was going to be the last day I had to deal with this. Kaito looked at me and gave me a weird look, probably thinking I had some sort of bully fetish, but walked off without a word. The rest of the day went by like a breeze, I actually got some work done today, my thoughts silent enough for it, but I did occasionally get lost staring at the new guy, whom I avoided all day, and availed, as I was sure he never noticed me, even though we were in the same class. On the bus ride home I got lucky and the new boy, the white haired one, who didn't know what a freak I was sat beside me as his 2 other friends sat across in the seats opposite to these ones. Kaito took one look at this boy's 5'11", well built frame and must have decided against bullying him out of the seat, as he didn't come up and ask for it or try to kick him out or whatever. This was turning out to be such an amazing day, I thought. Minus this morning of course. But other than that, amazing. I got off at my stop but didn't go home, I was directly behind The hot new kid, but I don't think he noticed me. Not that I wanted a new bully. Though, he didn't really look like the type. He had Kind, gentle eyes, and I could only picture the warm-hearted smile he put on this morning when I thought of him. But you never really know, even the nice ones were complete assholes to me, for they knew if they were nice, they too would fall victim to Jackson and his crew. But that wasn't relevant. I got off the bus and started my hour long trip to the Mcdonalds on Sekki Street East. When I finally got there I took a seat at one of the tables and pulled out the 1 remaining chocolate bar that I had from this morning. It was an O'Henry, and though I hadn't downed anything as fast as I had the chicken from the morning, I still ate it at a pretty remarkable speed, as I typically always did when I got any kind of food, though I should have savoured it, as it was probably the last thing I'd ever get to eat. I spent about 5 hours sitting there doing nothing but people watching until I saw the clock on the wall strike 10:00pm on the dot. I got up and started making my way to the bridge, by the time I got there it would be closed. "I'll see you soon, mom." I whispered as I exited the establishment and began my trek down the snow covered sidewalk. It had rained a little during the time I had spent in Mcdonald's, making the streets and sidewalk sleek with ice and slippery. It took an hour and a half, longer than I remembered it taking, but I was also a lot weaker than when I had last walked this path. I made it to the bridge and passed the toll booths. I walked for about a minute before putting my backpack straps on each arm and picking a spot on the bridge to jump. I didn't even notice the tears that built up in my eyes as I climbed over the railing and took a seat on the thin railing, which kind of hurt my butt, but whatever. I thought about all the times my father beat me, raped me, and I thought about my mom. I was sobbing freely at this point, the salty tears making their way into my mouth, and I stood from the railing and let go with one hand, the other still clinging tightly to the railing. Then I heard the sound of hard footsteps against the ground coming towards me at a fast pace. I turned my head and saw that it was the more than average looking kid coming towards me and I fought the urge to let go right then and there, not wanting to traumatize the poor kid. "W- What do you want?" I asked him and he smiled. "Oh, so you do talk," He replied with a smile and I grasped the railing with my other hand. "Are you gonna jump?" He asked, a look of what I might have thought was real concern. "Yeah. ...So?" I said, looking down at the street far below me.

"You must have something to live for, come on, why don't you come to the other side of that railing?" He asked me, and I laughed dryly. "No." I responded simply, and his gaze turned to the ground then at me. "'No', you don't have anything to live for or 'no', you won't come from the other side of that railing?" He questioned, a quizzical look on top of the concerned one.

"Both." I responded.

"Nothing, huh?"

"Nope."

"Friends?"

"0."

"Family?"

"Definitely not."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's really none of your business." I said, twisting around farther as he walked closer to my back.

"Make it my business."

"No."

"Okay, well, how about yourself?"

"What?

"Can't you live for yourself?"

"I don't deserve to."

"Why not? We all deserve to live, maybe some more than others, but still." He said, eyeing my hands nervously

"I mean; I don't deserve to have to keep on living. It's not fair that I've had to up until now. I didn't really do anything to deserve this."

"You're clearly sad about this."

"But I'm not." Where had this bold attitude come from?

"You're crying."

"I was thinking about something else." I defended myself.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, well, how about I give you something to live for?" Says the boy and a blush makes its way across my face.

"What do you mean? You wanna go out with me or something? Gross, I'm not gay."

A hurt look flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cocky one. "I meant I would be your friend." He said, then made a weird face. "And for your information, I am gay, but I'm not gross." he said.

The blush on my face deepened and I apologized profusely to him. He laughed it off and said it was fine before moving closer to me "Come on, at least give me a try." He said, reaching out a hand and after a moment of thinking, I climbed over the railing and shook it. "But you'll change your mind." I told him and he shook his head.

"You could be the rudest person in the world, and I still don't think I'd just abandon you in your time of need." He said, "Oh, and my name is Shoto, Shoto Todoroki." He added happily, stringing an arm around my shoulder playfully. "You'll regret this." I said and he just smiled. "That's what you think."