Foolish Little Brother: Ch 1


Izuku slinked down the street, his face down and tears pouring across his cheeks, today was the worst day of his life. There was no competition for that spot, the time were Kachan threw him out a window or when Izumi paraded him threw the school in his boxers didn't even stand a chance. Because even when he was humiliated infront of his pears, even when Kachan tried his best to break him, even when Izumi treated him as a toy instead of a younger brother, all those times, he had hope. Hope that someday, he would become a hero.

A hero that could save people with a smile on his face, a hero that All Might could be proud of inspiring. But he didn't have that hope anymore, not even a single shred of it; and why would he? The man himself had told him that he didn't stand a chance before heroically jumping away with a laugh. All of this because he didn't have a quirk, that was it, it didn't matter that Kachan told people to kill themselves or that Izumi treated everyone but him like dirt. No, they had powerful quirks, quirks that would make them Heroes. It wasn't fair, it never was, and it never will be, but that didn't stop him from having that hope that his entire life was built around. That hope that was now gone.

But he carried on, walking home to be hounded by his sister, yelled at for being late and worrying her. With the way that bitch acted it was no wonder their mother had died of stress. But he carried on, refusing to cry as he was stuck by her side as she did everything, he wasn't even allowed to eat by himself, being spoon fed katsudon by the fork load. 'What would happen if you hurt your finger on the bowl Izu' she had the gall to snort 'stop being an idiot and except my gracious help'. He carried on as she had forced her way under his sheets at night and nuzzling up next to him and said, 'come now, you've had a stressful day, let me help you to sleep'.

That was how his life was at home, he was treated more as a porcelain doll than a human being, he still carried on. When he woke, he was fed his breakfast, helped through packing his bag before being walked to school. The only time at school where he wasn't with his sister was when he was in classes, but in every single one of those classes, Kachan was there. Though he carried on, even when Kachan stuck his hand under his shirt and burnt his skin down to the bone. Even when Kachan was done and he grinned menacingly at him, he found himself slightly surprised how little it hurt.

He shouldn't have been, he hadn't felt a lot of things for a long time.

Then lunch rolled around, and Izumi fed him once again. It had been embarrassing back when this had first happened in kindergarten, but the last ten years had made him care about it so much less. She talked about what she wanted to talk about, he agreed were he needed too, but nothing else was allowed, if he tried to bring in his opinion on any of her conversation topics then he would be 'punished'. His head ached and his heart ripped whenever he thought about that, he didn't want to experience that ever again, even if it happened every other day and he knew that it would never stop. He still hated it.

After lunch, there was the rest of the classes of the day, he gained new burns there, but it was to be expected. He was walked home, and then the cycle repeated, then repeated and then repeated. Every few days, Izumi would realize something about him. Something that was supposed to be glaringly obvious, but she was to wrapped up in her little fantasy to notice. 'Wow Izu, when did your hair getting so long! It looks bad, I'm cutting it' or maybe, 'Izuku, you reek! I'm cleaning you now, get to the bathroom,' perhaps even 'Wow, foolish little brother, to think you would let a wound get so bad. To think you wonder why I baby you so much'.

He hated that, she acted like it was his fault, but he wanted to cut his hair weeks before, but when he asked to go to a barber, he was yelled at for interrupting her. He had tried to go and bathe, but she had forced him to brush her hair instead. The burn wound had been festering for months and he had been certain he was going to die for weeks, but she had ignored him and told him 'Stop whining'. He was used to this, years before, he had been angry and petulant over things like this, but now he just apologised and let her do what she wanted. His own life didn't feel like it was his anymore.

Every once in a while, she had 'punished' him for no apparent reason, one time had been especially bad when Kachan had talked down to her at school and she had been forced to say nothing back lest she want the teachers yelling at her to 'stop disrespecting their model student'. That time left him crying on the floor, it took him over an hour to get back up. But he carried on and carried on. He carried on until his mind was bending and breaking and his lungs refused to cooperate with him, he was starting to spiral and there was no end in sight.

He really wanted to die.

That thought shone through the grey of his everyday life, it was an end goal that he would do anything to achieve, the look on Izumi's face when she realizes her favourite toy is broken, well, that would be sublime. He was aware of how fucked his thoughts were, but they had become the last bastion for whatever shred of sanity he had left, and he knew that he probably shouldn't be thinking them. But he didn't care anymore, he felt his yearning to help people be ebbed away and being replace by his hate for the shits that rule his life. He didn't feel like himself anymore, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore.


Two months after his rejection by All Might, his sister had come home elated, something that normally brought on a 'punishment' for her personal pleasure. But he hadn't expected her to shove a notebook in his hands before dragging him from their apartment. He was in some casual clothes, luckily for him, but they were just a small pair of shorts and a t-shirt; the 6am cold chilled him to his bones and his teeth chattered, but he didn't complain. His sister was in a good mood, so if he disturbed that he might get 'punished' to make up for it.

Just as he thought his fingers would start to turn blue, they reached their destination, a beach that seemed to be covered by trash. He didn't know what to do so he just stuck behind her as she did what she wanted. "Toshinori-Kun! Where are you!?" she shouted that over the beach and waited, soon enough, a man walked out from behind a particularly large pile of trash. He looked to be extremely sickly, being hunched over and possessing sunken eyes. But at the same time, he had striking yellow hair and blue eyes chocked full of life.

"Y-young Midoriya," the man spluttered out, he looked to be on deaths door already, but his sisters yelling seemed to do the equivalent of bashing the door off its hinges and kicking the old man through. "I-I didn't expect you to bring a… friend?". He understood the confusion in the man's voice, they looked almost identical, but with his own hunched form and dark eyebags, Izuku looked nothing like his sister. She was bouncy and lean, if he had to draw a comparison it would be one of those big sister types from those creepy visual novels; some might even have the balls to call her beautiful.

But he knew better than that, she was a psychopath through and through. She had a bright smile on her face as she slapped him on the back as hard as she could, he stumbled forwards slightly, "Come now Toshi, he may look half backed, but Izu is a Midoriya through and through!". The man seemed taken aback by the nickname his sister used, but he recovered quickly. Though not without coughing some blood into a napkin, he might've been concerned if he cared, but he didn't, so he just gave the man a raised brow. His sister looked to slightly have respect for the man, so if he died, it would be pretty funny.

Though respect from Izumi could quickly turn into jealousy and if that happened then he would feel sorry for the man. She had gotten jealous over their mother when she had been alive for the simplest things, like tucking him in at night, that had her screaming in the poor woman's face for half an hour.

"W-well, I guess we can get started with the training. Now, this is going to be just your physical form, you can focus on your quirk when you get into UA!" She looked disappointed at that, of course she was, she loved to take every opportunity to throw her quirk around. She had something called 'supreme Telekinesis', it was just a really strong quirk all-round, and it made him even more frustrated that he didn't have a quirk; for god sake he had seen her carry cars out of the way so she could cross the street before (though she had to blink away tears of blood after, he enjoyed that). But it seemed he was decided to always be the 'weaker twin'.

The two started talking about what Izumi was supposed to do, apparently, she would have to clean the entire beach by the time of the entrance exam, which was in eight months. If he came with her every day, then he would get to enjoy watching her struggle to pull pieces of metal across a beach without having the opportunity to use her quirk. That would be the closest thing to fun he could look forward to. Soon enough, the old man told her to get started, but instead of going to the piles of trash, she walked straight to him, with her back to the blond, she let a twisted smile come to her face.

"Hey Izu, could you help with those notes of yours, you know what I mean," she said that in a pleasant tone, but her eyes held the enjoyment of a cat slowly eating a mouse. As she approached him, a skip in her step, she didn't stop as she entered his personal space. She carried on until her breasts pushed against his chest before whispering to him in a sultry tone "If you do, I might reward you," now most people his age would have noticed the exact same things he did and would get a boner. But all it did for him was cause a surge of fear that made it difficult for him to stay still and not run away as fast as his legs could carry him.

If he did what he asked, what she did when they got would be called a 'reward'. If he failed or didn't do it to her impossibly high standards, it would be called a 'punishment'. There would be no difference and the only thing he could do as she got to work on moving garbage was stew in the fear he felt in his chest. The man who had that Izumi respected stood off to the side. Now he may know that whether or not he does the notes that he would be 'rewarded' either way, by doing the notes and pleasing her he hoped that there would be a lot less biting.

A couple of notes on form, a sketch that makes her look like a fucking Greek goddess and some blatant flattery; he wrote it all with a sneer on his face. At one of the most flattering of the notes he heard a cough of what he assumed was surprise come from the Man, some blood flying from his mouth and outwards. He shifted his body slightly and made sure none got on the notes.

"Y-you sure like your sister huh?" he tried to sound casual, but the faint sound of disgust was in his voice. The note was a bit far, but she liked it like that, she could live in her fantasy for as long as she wanted that way.

He sent a glare at the man and he watched him flinch, it was satisfying. He went back to it, but he muttered out a response, he would probably carry on asking if he didn't. It was also an opportunity to make Izumi look bad, which was always good. "She like's it when I write like this. It's weird,"

Neither of them spoke again, but the look on the man's face was priceless.


He was going to beat Kachan to death with a brick.

That wasn't what he meant

He was going to pummel Kachan to death with a brick.

That was better.

The day had been going so well. She was pleased, he was quiet and when they got home she would have her fun and he'd get to dream of saving people with a smile. Shoving his definitely real hero licence in the face of every single bastard that had looked down on him. But no, he had to talk, he had to ruin it.

"Answer me bitch, you think you can be hero?" Kachan snarled. It was just after the last bell so literally everyone was still there. Staring at the three of them with eyes as cold as ice, watching in belittling amusement.

Izumi bit her lip, she wanted to bark something back or maybe snap his neck like a twig, but she said nothing. She instead carefully laced her arms beneath her breast and pushed them up while pouting and letting out a huff of dissatisfaction. Most the other guys, and some of the girls, didn't know any better and cast subtle – and in some cases not so subtle – glances over to her. Kachan didn't care however and let his palms erupt in a sparkle of light.

From there was a match of Kachan yelling and Izumi not. Both trying to get the other to recede without straying from their chosen course of action. He wasn't sure why Izumi always chose that route, maybe to come off as the playful type he knew she tried to display herself as. Some of the people in class even called her big sister. Which subtly pissed her off.

When Kachan left, thank god, She gave him a look that told him everything that he had to know. So he follows behind her and said nothing, all the way home.

And when she led him to the bathroom and reached for the bottom of her blouse, he didn't say a word.