Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. Just my oc...
Warning: Depictions of physical and mental abuse toward a child. Also, there be blood in this chapter.

A/N: I would normally write a note at the end, but in this case I feel as though I should clarify a few things. I do not endorse abuse in any of its forms. I would also like to state that aside from my OC, I am trying to keep the other characters as close to their canon personalities as possible. If they are OOC, I apologize. Also as for my OC's Quirk, it tries to make itself known, but it is flawed. I will reveal more about this fully in later chapters (Unless you caught the hint of the flaw I placed in chapter 1).
I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of my little fanfic. Thank you for the support.
(And for those of you wondering about As Time Runs Out, chapter 14 will be coming soon...I have not forgotten about it).

Katsuki Bakugo was certain of many things:
1. His quirk was better than all the extras' in his class.
2. He was going to be the number 1 hero someday and even greater than All Might.
3. Izuku Midoriya (or Deku as everyone called him) was the wimpiest person he knew.

But what he didn't know was the burden that Deku carried.

Izuku never let any one see the bruises that blossomed on his arm. Nor the scars from the many scratches or stabs that told their story from his back. And he would never show others the sharp intakes of breath that ached with each broken rib or other broken part. Despite being called worthless, Izuku still tried to shine. Asa could not take that away from him.

But Kacchan tried.

After finding out that he had no Quirk, Izuku went to school feeling wary. How would his "friends" react? He hoped that they could be friends.

But Kacchan dashed that hope. He branded the young boy with a name that would leave the worst scar of all: Deku. Hopeless, worthless, quirkless.

Izuku was quiet when his mother came and picked him up. Taking note of her precious baby's face, she knew he was breaking inside. So she did what any mother would try to do: Build him back up.

"Izuku, how would you like to do something fun tomorrow?" She asked, eyes sparkling with hope that her baby boy would open up.

"W-will Asa be there?" The small green haired boy asked in reply, not looking his mother in the eye.

"Asa will be at school all day," Inko answered, the warmth of her smile never fading. "So it will be just us two."

Hearing that, Izuku brightened and Inko smiled. The promise of a new day was a refreshing as a spring rain.

Unfortunately, the promise never came through.

When Asa came home, the older boy flew into a rage, directing it at Izuku. When the ten year old's fist met with the five year old's face, cause the poor boy to fall and reopen some of his fresher wounds. Izuku cried out, his mother rushing as fast as she could to comfort her baby. Steeling her self, she glared at her nephew.

"What. Did. You. Do?" She asked, her rage just simmering under the surface.

Asa regarded her with a calm, unnerving look in his eyes. A smug grin crept onto his face.

"I did nothing, Auntie." The boy replied with a sick satisfaction growing in his look. "Izuku just fell down."

Taking her eyes off of her nephew and placing them on her son, Inko knew that something was wrong. Scooping Izuku up and trying to keep herself from panicking, Inko Midoriya did the one thing she knew to do. She called for help.

Shouta Aizawa was sitting at home, when he overheard the alarming request.

A mother was calling for an ambulance for her five year old boy and a hero with capture expertise for her nephew.

Sighing to himself, knowing that certain other heroes would never let him live this down, Aizawa sprung into action.

Inko took the liberty of hiding herself and Izuku in her room while they waited for help to arrive.

Feeling as though they were safe for now, she kept her attention on Izuku, who was fading in and out of conscieness due to his injuries. As she silently prayed that it would not take long for help to arrive, a figure appeared knocking at the window. Inko looked and smiled.

Holding her boy's head up, she did her best to stay hopeful.

"Look, Izuku," the tired mother said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Help has arrived."

Izuku looked, his mind to foggy to fully comprehend what his mother was saying, and saw that the Capture Hero Eraserhead had arrived to save them. He weakly smiled, trying to shut out a voice in his head saying: You'll never be like that, you loathsome Quirkless burden. All you are good for is making Auntie cry...

Shouta took in the situation and carefully made his plan. First, was to reassure the victims. Though not his strong suit (he wished Hizashi was there, but the blonde fool was busy elsewhere), Aizawa knew that in order to move forward, he needed to gain this mother's trust.

"Are you injured, ma'am?" The stoic hero asked, scanning her over for any injuries.

"N-no I am not," Inko stammered as fresh tears filled her eyes. She was truly relieved help had come. "But my son is..."

"He will be alright." Aizawa replied after checking the child's pulse. It was faint, but still there. "The ambulance you requested for is outside."

"Oh thank heavens." Inko said, feeling relief for the first time that night.

Which hurt Aizawa a little to state this next fact.

"But I cannot get you both out the way I came in," The hero replied. "It isn't safe."

Mrs. Midoriya nodded, knowing that what the man said was true.

"However, I do promise you that you will make it out that front door with your son safely." Shouta stated, making a promise he did not intend to break. "I can gaurantee it."

Striding over to the door, Aizawa readied his googles and prepared himself for what was behind that door.

Opening it carefully, Shouta was able to peer into the next room. What he saw next, Shouta knew would chill the blood of any normal man: A ten year old boy using the blood that was spilled from his cousin to draw on the wall. The tangy scent of iron wafted into Aizawa's nose as he could over hear what the boy was saying.

"It's too bad Auntie won't believe me about him." The child seemed to be speaking to himself. "I guess this means that I could never need her."

Shaking off whatever shakey feeling that threatend to climb up his spine (he was a HERO for god's sake), Aizawa knew what he had to do.

Readying his capture tool, Shouta Aizawa activated his Quirk, erasing the boy's.

"What is going on?" Asa asked as he felt the scarf wrap around him. He tried to struggle, but in the end it was useless.

"Asa Midoriya, age 10, ward of Inko Midoriya." Shouta stated, recalling a file that he was given before coming to the rescue (Was the principal always prepared?). "Quirk Name: Silence. You are coming with me for the illegal use of a quirk on a innocent civilian."

"But...but..."

"You are also going to answer for some of the other claims held against you as well." Shouta continued as he signaled for Inko to take her son and get him to safety. "You are beginning to tread a very dangerous path, young man."

With that, he lead the boy out to the authorities to handle.

It didn't escape Aizawa's notice when the 10 year old glared at his cousin and aunt, as if swearing revenge on them both. He pushed the boy to move faster.

"If you come near that boy or his mother again," Aizawa whispered, "you'll have more than me to deal with."

Katsuki Bakugo was certain of many things. But when he overheard his mother talking with Deku's over the phone, one thing began to become clear:
Deku would always be to weak to save anyone or himself.

End of Chapter 2