-PLEASE READ: There is strong abuse and bullying-
Early the next morning Izuku was already seated at the dining room table. He had out a comfort item, his sketchbook. He has been sitting there, since way before dawn, drawing.
That's how the Bakugou's found him. Sitting at the table and kicking his feet forward and back like a child. Mitsuki smiled as she walked into the kitchen to begin breakfast.
Masaru sat next to him and looked over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw the incredibly detailed drawing of Katsuki. It looked like it was back when they were kids. He was looking back and smiling, pointing in a certain direction, leading. He was holding a hand, like he was taking that person on an adventure.
"That's a very nice drawing, Izuku." His sudden voice caused Izuku to jump and look at Masaru like he was a deer caught in headlights. "Hey, you're okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"S‐So‐Sorry u-un-uncle M-M-Ma-Masa-Masaru. I‐I d‐di-didn't h-he-hear y-you c-come i-in." The greenette played with his hands.
"That's okay, I should have alerted you of my presence first. Anyway, that's a really nice drawing Izuku."
"O-Oh t-th-than-thank y-you. I-It's b-back b-be-before K-Ka-Kacchan g-got h-his q-qui-quirk." He smiled fondly down at his drawing.
It was before everything started. Before the quirk took over Katsuki's mind set. Before they found out that he wasn't going to have one. Before the abuse started. Before the bullying. Before the abandonment.
"What did you draw Izuku?" Katsuki came up to him and looked down at it. His eyes widened. He remembered. He remembered that day clearly.
He had convinced Izuku to go on another adventure with him. It was a day before his quirk manifested. They were walking and Izuku had fallen, scraping up his knees. They were pretty deep in the forest. Izuku had begun to cry, so Katsuki took it upon himself to cheer his best friend up. After he was able to calm him down, Katsuki had grabbed his hand, pulled him up, pointed a random direction, and told him he would get them out of there, and that he'd be Izuku's hero that day, Izuku had told him he was already his hero.
"I remember that day," he looked down at Izuku. Said boy was red.
"Wait, that's an actual thing that happened?" Masaru looked at the two.
They nodded. "It was the day before my quirk manifested, I wanted to bring Dek-Izuku, fucking dammit with that shitty name, anyways, I wanted to bring him out for another adventure." Katsuki smiled, he was actually smiling.
"What's got you all smiley brat." And there goes Mitsuki ruining the mood.
"Nothing you old hag!"
Smack. "DON'T CALL ME HAG."
"FUCK YOU."
Izuku and Masaru both sweatdropped. They both collectively stood up and went and got a plate of food. They sat down and ate while watching the show.
Masaru would try to stop them, but they wouldn't listen. Izuku was just worried he was going to be late.
"K-Ka-Kacchan w-we n-ne-need t-to g-get g-go-going s-soon."
"Shit, you're right, go finish getting ready and we'll go."
Izuku nodded and left the dining room to get dressed, leaving a lot of none eaten food. And pack extra bandages into his backpack.
He walked down the stairs and went back to the dining room. Katsuki stood, just finishing eating.
"Alright, we're going to go, we'll see you after school."
"Stay safe brats." She smiled warmly at Izuku. He nodded and gave her a hesitant smile.
They left and made their way to school. Izuku fidgeted with his hands as he constantly looked around, like he was going to be attacked. Katsuki was relaxed, hands in his pocket as he walked. He looked at the greenette with worried eyes, wondering what had him so jumpy that day.
And Izuku still refused to tell him what that Doku bastard said to him. And why he has a slight limp when he walks.
Izuku, because he wasn't paying attention in front of him, accidentally bumped into someone. He immediately stepped back and started apologizing.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-I w-was-wasn't l-lo-look-looking w-where I-I w-was g-go-going." He bowed.
"Wow, dude you're okay. You just ran into me, it's not the end of the world." A friendly voice sounded from above him.
He looked up to see a boy, about their age, with black hair, red eyes, a small scar above his right eye, and sharp teeth.
Katsuki eyed this newcomer. But decided that he wasn't a threat. Especially not when he radiates sunshine with that smile.
"I'm Kirishima Eijirou, nice to meet you." He smiled and held out his hand.
"M-Mi-Midor-Midoriya I-Izu-Izuku." He gently took Kirishima's right hand and shook it.
"Bakugou Katsuki." He scowled.
"Well, I gotta get to school, but maybe I'll see you all around." He tilted his head like a puppy.
"Yeah sure, but we have to go too, come on Izuku." And Katsuki walked off.
Izuku jumped a little, he bowed at Kirishima. "I-It w-was n-nice t-to m-meet y-you." And he jogged to catch up with Katsuki.
When they got to the entrance to the school, Izuku peered up at the roof. That horrible gut feeling was back. He shook his head and followed Katsuki to class.
In the hallways he noticed his bullies. All watching him. Doku with a cruel smirk on his lips. 'Don't be late,' he mouthed. Izuku frowned and gave a barely visible nod.
He stayed fidgety all day. That feeling never leaving, only getting worse as the day progressed. He was scared, and he didn't know why. He knew he was scared of his bullies, but he knew they wouldn't do anything that would kill him, right?
The end of the day finally came, and his anxiety was through the roof. He was surprised he hadn't had a panic attack yet, or an episode, as Katsuki had called them.
"Hey Izuku, you ready to go home?" Katsuki stood by his desk. He looked up at him and gave him a small smile. No need to worry him.
As they were walking, he made an action of looking through his bag. "H-Hey K-Ka-Kacchan, I-I l-left m-my n-no-note-notebo-notebook i-in t-the c-class. I-I'll b-be b-back, c-can y-you w-wait f-for m-m-me a-at t-the g-ga-gate?"
"Sure, I can come with you though." He didn't want Izukh out of his sight, not again.
"I-I'll b-be f-fine K-Ka-Kacchan," he smiled at him.
Katsuki let out a sigh but nodded, but not before ruffling Izuku's hair. "Fine, but hurry, all right?"
The greenette nodded, turned and made his way to the classroom. When he knew he was out of sight from Katsuki, and he was sure Katsuki was walking towards the gate, he went to the door that led to the stairs to the roof.
He opened the door and saw all four of them. They each collectively turned to him. He flinched back.
"Looks like he's on time, Doku." Shinu smirked.
"Indeed he did." He walked towards Izuku and roughly grabbed the front his shirt and threw him to Tsubusu. "Hold him." And Tsubusu did.
"Oh, do I get to carve again?" Doku nodded to Shibu.
Shibu smiled crazily. He formed his pointer finger into a carving knife, a blunt carving knife. This was going to hurt.
"Chinmoku." And Izuku's voice was gone.
Shibu lifted Izuku's shirt and stabbed the blunt carving knife finger into his side, just missing an organ. "Oh, I missed."
"You missed his kidney? I thought you knew where they were." Doku crossed his arms, not caring that Izuku was letting out silent scream with tears rushing down his face.
"I do, I do, I missed by like, 1 centimeters. Anywho, I'll start carving, maybe I could get his spleen." He pulled his blunt knife finger to the left side a little. "I'll go after another one after I carve some words." He began to hum a creepy little tune.
Once he realized he was going to need more carving space, he cut off Izuku top clothes. Now he had a bigger canvas to work with. His smile got bigger.
He slowly bagan to carve words. 'WHORE, WORTHLESS, USELESS, DEKU, SLUT, BASTARD, FREAK.' They were all carved into his skin. More shallow cuts across his chest. More deeper cuts. He was bleeding to much. He was going to die, he knew that.
"You know, Bakugou doesn't really care. He just pities you. He feels bad that your mom died. He'll leave you soon. He'll remember how worthless you are. And then, he'll join us in doing this. And that will make it hurt all the worst. The one person you began to trust again, throwing that trust away and torturing you just for the fun of it." Doku was enjoying himself, not even caring that there was to much blood.
So much blood. So much blood flowing out of his body. Was he bleeding out of his mouth? He did taste something metallic, Shibu had stabbed his stomach.
"You're mom had the right idea. To beat a worthless little freak. Oh yeah, she was right, and she shouldn't have gotten thrown in jail. She was doing the world a favor. Maybe if she had actually completed her mission of ridding the world of you. People would finally understand. The quirkless, the useless, they dont have a place in this world. And they never will. They're simply just stepping stones for us on our way to greatness." Doku laughed. He laughed like a maniac. Power having gone to his head. After all, he could poison anyone, and it couldn't be traced back to him.
"My works done Doku." Shibu moved back, watching in glee as the blood ran out of the small boy.
None of them cared that he was bleeding. That there was so much, to much, blood. All they saw was them helping rid the world from a little pest. Something that should have died years ago.
"Alright Tsubusu, off the roof." The big silent boy nodded and walked towards the edge of the roof. His hand wrapped around Izuku's neck, slowly blocking his air way. He held the small boy over the edge, a satisfied smile on his face.
He let go, and Izuku went plummeting down. He couldn't scream, couldn't open his eyes. All he could do was hear. Hear the wind rushing past him. And one desperate,"IZUKU." Then nothing but pain. His eyes rolled back, and his world went dark.
*with Katsuki*
Katsuki had just made it to the gate where he was going to wait. He leaned against it and brought out his phone.
"Hey, aren't you that ash blond from this morning?" Katsuki looked towards the voice.
The same blackette from that morning was walking towards him. He had his hands in his pocket as he gave Katsuki a smile.
"What do you want Shitty Hair."
The blackette pouted. "My name is Kirishima Eijirou, and my hair isn't that bad, at least it isn't spiked everywhere like yours."
Katsuki glared at him. How dare he mock his hair. Before he could bite back, Kirishima spoke again.
"Where's that small greenette that was with you this morning?" He tilted his head as he looked around.
"He went to go grab a notebook he left in the classroom, but now that you mentioned it, he should have been back by now." Katsuki frowned as he looked at the school before looking back to Kirishima. "Why are you here anyways."
"I always take this way ho- Hey whats that on the roof?" He pointed towards the school roof.
Katsuki looked up at the school roof. Squinting to see what the hell, or who the hell, was on the roof. Thats when he realized that was being held off the roof, had familiar fluffy green hair and small build.
Katsuki eyes widened in horror as the boy was dropped. And Katsuki bolted. As the boy fell, tears began to fall from Katsuki's eyes. When the boy was way to close to the ground, Katsuki finally found his voice. "IZUKU."
He watched him impact the ground. He heard the cracks and snaps of his bones breaking. He sees the blood. So much goddamn blood.
He finally slid to a stop down next to Izuku's body. He was barely breathing. He was bleeding. His chest and stomach had been carved, stabbed, and sliced.
"Come on Izuku, wake up. Please wake up." Katsuki held the boy in his arms. He was in hysterics. He could faintly hear Kirishima called the police and for an ambulance.
"Please," his voice cracked," don't leave me."
Soon there was a blue flash next to Izuku. Katsuki looked up. Arsène floated there. But he had someone new with him. This new person let out a gasp as she saw Izuku.
"Arsène you didn't tell me it was this serious." The girl slapped Arsène. She a brunette with a pixie cut. She had light blue see through wings. She wore a dark blue one piece, dark blue mid bicep gloves and dark blue mid thigh socks.
"I'm sorry Pixie, I just needed you here as quickly as possible. He wouldn't let me out," Arsène turned and glared up at the roof.
"Dia." That was all the new person, Pixie, said. Her arms glowed a greenish blue. And Katsuki and Kirishima watched in awe as the wounds began to close, messed up and broken bones mending back together, getting fixed.
They soon heard the ambulance and the police. The paramedics were the first ones to them. They had a minute of awe as they watched Pixie, but they quickly shook out of it as they loaded Izuku into the ambulance, Pixie following, arms still glowing as she healed him.
Soon the Police came up to the two, obviously still traumatized boys, and pulled them away to ask questions. Mitsuki was contacted, and she was there in ten minutes.
Detective Tsukauchi had recognized the blonds, and knew that it would be best to ask all the questions later. So he allowed them to go to the hospital.
Thats where they all waited. The Bakugou's, Kirishima, and the Detective. He had called Nezu, the Principal was invested into this small boy. And within minutes, he was also there, with Aizawa and Yamada. Both pro's were in there civilian clothes.
And they all waited. They waited for any news. Katsuki had began pacing. And no one stopped him.
The constant thought of if he had just stayed with Izuku. If he didn't let him go alone. Izuku wouldn't be in the hospital if he had just stayed with him. It was tearing him up inside.
Close to two hours later. A doctor finally came out to talk to them all. His face grim as he looked at them all.
"Well, is Izuku okay?" Mitsuki stood next to her son. Worry clear on her face.
The doctors next words destroyed everyone. Even the ones that barely knew him.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but the boy, Midoriya Izuku, he's in a coma, and he might not wake up."
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