Warning: Cursing

After the doctor ran some tests, they discovered that Izuku did indeed have a quirk. It simply hadn't manifested until later in his life. He was overjoyed to hear the news. So overjoyed, in fact, that he failed to think of any negative side to this quirk. Maybe that was a good thing. As soon as Izuku was discharged, he went online and applied to UA. The deadline was nearly there, and he couldn't put it off in fear that he would forget. He paused at the last question. Why do you want to be a hero? Becuase it had been his dream since he was young. Ever since that video of All Might. He wanted to be a beacon of hope. He wanted to save people with a smile on his face.

It was amazing to think that his dream may be able to come true, especially after being told that he had no chance in the hero world. Izuku grinned as he submitted the form.

"Izuku! It's dinner time!" Inko called from the kitchen. Izuku stood from his desk and walked into the kitchen. His mom had made katsudon in celebration of his getting his quirk. Unbeknowest to Izuku, she felt guilty for his suicide attempt. She felt that she could have done something to prevent it, even though she had no clue what drove him to do such a thing in the first place. And there was another thing that she had yet to tell Izuku.

"I have something to tell you."

Izuku looked at her. "Huh?"

"Erm... your father is coming to dinner."

Izuku froze. "Why? I don't want to see Hisashi."

"Izuku, he is your father. The courts require me to let him see you once a month when he chooses." Inko pleaded, hoping that Izuku wouldn't storm out like he had last time Hisashi came to visit.

"I don't care! That bastard abused you and then left when I was six because I didn't have a quirk! The only reason I would ever consider talking to him is to tell him to fuck off!"

Inko was taken aback by her son's outburst. "Izuku, I understand that you don't want to see him. He'll only be here for an hour for dinner, and you don't have to respond to him if you don't want to, okay? He just has to be here."

The doorbell rang.

"He's here. Please be nice." Inko rushed to the door. After so many years, Inko was still scared of Hisashi. She had been nervous the whole day, ever since Hisashi had requested to have dinner with she and Izuku.

Inko opened the door and Hisahsi stepped into the house. He had white hair and green eyes and towered over both Izuku and Inko at 6'5". He wore rather formal attire; it was basically a moneky suit. He had a fit build and large, calloused hands, one of which he stuck out to Izuku for him to shake. Izuku simply glared at the man and took a step away from him.

"My boy, that's no way to greet your own father," Hisashi said with a stupid smirk. Izuku felt the urge to punch his face and wipe that look off of it. "I heard that you have a quirk now."

Oh. So that was why Hisashi wanted to see him. Because now, he had a quirk. Now, there was something that made him "worthy" to be Hisashi's son. Now, Hisahsi wanted him.

"Inko. Can we discuss the parenting plan? I'd like to see Izuku more often."

Inko set her jaw. "What is there to discuss, Hisashi? Is this not the plan we agreed on all those years ago? We have no reason to change it, so I don't understand why we should discuss it."

Hisashi leaned back. "Inko, Inko, Inko. Don't you know he's my son, too? And he attempted suicide under your care."

This time, it was Izuku who spoke up. "That wasn't because of her. That was because of someone who's been bullying me for years! Mom did nothing, Hisashi."

Hisashi was beginning to get pissed off. Inko could see the look on his face, the one that was always there when he was about to hit her. She flinched and backed away from him.

"Hah! Can I really trust you? Your mom could easily be controlling you somehow! Threatening you! How am I supposed to know my son is safe?"

"You're the one I feel threatened by! And you only want to eat with me because I have a quirk! Because I'm 'useful' to you now! Well, guess what? I hate you." Izuku turned to leave, but Hisashi grabbed his arm.

"You will not speak to me that way, boy! You're coming with me!" Hisashi tried to pull Izuku out of the house. The green haired boy stood his ground for as long as he could, but was unsucessful in the end. Hisashi yanked him through the doorway and towards his car.

"Let go!" Izuku bit Hisashi's arm and broke through the skin. Hisashi yelped in pain and let go of Izuku, clutching his arm to his chest. Izuku took his chance and ran. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he didn't care. He just needed to leave. He needed to get away from Hisashi, that wretched man. And he did. He sprinted until his legs hurt, then walked until he felt his legs would fall off. Finally, he stopped and sat down on a bench. It was the first time he had taken the chance to look around him. He had no clue where he was. Somewhere in the city. Perhaps he had ran in circles for an hour and stopped somewhere at the midway point. Maybe he was all the way on the other side of town by now. Whatever the case, Hisashi was no longer there. He let out a deep breath and leaned back. He needed to clear his head.

Izuku sucked in a deep breath. Now that he wasn't so focused on running away, he realized how horrible of a plan this was. He had no food or water, no money, and no idea where he was. Thus, he had no idea how to get home. Hisashi might try to look for him or still be at home. If Hisashi showed up and tried to take him again, he wouldn't be able to run. He was too fatigued. The only thing he had were his clothes and a dead phone. He couldn't even call the police or pro heroes if a crime happened.

As if on cue, an alarm sounded somewhere across the street. People sprinted from the building. A deranged man sprinted away and hid a stash of money. He took a quick glance around him. Smoke piled up around the man. It cleared, and the figure standing where it had once been made Izuku nearly scream in surprise.

A/N: Constructive Criticism is appreciated!