Flashback:
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"Don't try to hide from me," Her breath smelled foul like cigars and alcohol. Her greedy hands grabbed his hair harshly, sending pain waves through his throbbing skull and threw him to the ground, his elbows getting scratched up by the cold bitter cement. Fear cursed through his veins as he tried scooting himself away from her in hopes that she would stop. But he was wrong. He knew that. "Get up you stupid fucking child!" His mother screeched at the top of her lungs at him. For a second he had thought that maybe someone would hear her and get help, but they wouldn't. No one is around here this early in the morning. My mother was swaying from side to side, drunk with a beer bottle in her hand and her light green eyes dull. She had her beautiful dark green hair up in a ponytail. She was so beautiful, but she was a monster and only he knew that.
Izuku staggered to his feet, ignoring the stabbing pains in his thighs that kept reminding him that he was in need of time to recover, but he never gets a chance to. Not unless he was almost dead. How long was she going to do this to him?
"You're a weak pathetic child, who's never going to get a mate~" she slurred drunkenly, reaching out and shoving him against the wall. Even when drunk, she's strong. She leaned in and sneered, her cold hard gaze hardening into the children. "How do you think that you have the power of this household?!" She spat.
'What? No! That's not what I-'
"Shut up!" She screeched again, swinging her bottle towards his head that hit his temple. The glass shattered and the stench of cold beer-soaked his clothes. The impact had sent his head right and his vision blurred black dots. Izuku cried out of pain, whimpering as her grip tightened around his shoulders that made him crunch his body more into the wall, his shoulder blades hurting. His eyes were wide and he didn't have time to process what had happened before she leaned in and cackled softly. "You can't escape me, Izuku Midoriya," She hissed his name, growling.
He groaned in pain, his temple still throbbing in short stings of pain, his vision blurring more. Blood oozed out of his head, glass shards digging deeper in his head. "Look what you did!" She shouted, smacking him across his face, leaving a red mark on his cheek. He choked out a sob, but the harder she pressed the blade for him to shut up, the more he whimpered in pain. Dragging the blade across his jaw, pain soothed him, it suddenly stopped and seconds later he cried out in angst, the knife jabbing into his thigh.
He gritted his teeth, crying as he bit his lip hard until he drew blood. Fire ripped through him. It was unbearable but just as he thought that was all she was going to do, she ripped out the knife and dug it into his bare skin in the other thigh. A rippled scream made its way out of his mouth, echoing the house, but Inko cackled like a witch and covered his mouth, twisting the knife, his eyes widening in pain, his voice cracked from the muffled yelling. Tears spilled more easily down his cheeks, the pain driving him crazy. The burning hot pain seized him, shaking him against what he was forced upon. Suddenly his eyes rolled at the back of his eyes and his shoulders slumped forwards. He passed out.
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Curling his hands in his soft dark green hair, he groaned tiredly. He could feel the bags under his eyes as they closed. he buried his face in his arms. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night because of his mom arguing on the phone drunkenly. Yawning, he sat back up in his seat, his eyes closing halfway.
His thighs were throbbing with pain, but he ignored it. His eyes burned every time he closed them, his pants stuck to his wounds. Every time they stuck, he would have to pick them off and each time he did, he would bleed more through the pants and stick all over again.
They're gonna notice it soon. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes once more and leaned back down on his desk, buring his head into his arms. This day was going too long.
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"Deku!"
He felt a hand on him, he shivered back and jolted upwards, looking behind him and in front before learning that it was only Uraraka.
And she was frowning. "Are you okay, Deku?" She asked, retreating her hand slowly.
Groggily, he hissed in pain. He lifted his head and felt the weight of his shoulders slump upwards as he plastered a quick fake smile on his face. He hesitatingly raises his arm but decided against it as he leaned back against the chair he was sitting on. "I-I'm just tired, Uraraka." He said, fake stuttering as he played out his smooth as of his old cheery self.
If only they knew.
Frowning, Uraraka scratched her head, her gaze simmering away from his. "Well I-I don't know, Deku...you've been oddly...different...?" Her voice trailed off into a question.
His smile was whipped off his face. It almost as if he was glaring. "What do you mean?"
"You've been so sad!" Mina popped out from behind her who - as well - frowned. "You hanging with us today after school?" She grinned at him. "We're going to the mall with the boys-"
Izuku flinched as he looked away. "I can't.." he muttered back. Inhaling a big breath, he groaned softly in pain as he gripped the side of his desk, hoisting himself onto his feet. Wincing, he smiled falsely at the two classmates. "I'll see you later," he muttered, his eyes averted from hers.
"But Deku where are you going?" He ignored her question. Pretended that he didn't hear it as he tried not to show his limping when he walked out of the classroom. His mother did a number on him this morning.
Another reason why he was late this morning.
Breathing harshly, he gasped as he fell forwards. He choked on a sob, pain devouring him entirely. He cursed loudly as he tried to get up, but his legs gave out and he fell once again. He landed on his arm, pain cursing through his body. Everything was still newly fresh.
"Damnit!"
"The fuck are you doing, nerd?"
Cursing silently, Izuku turned his head and looked at Bakugo's shirt. He couldn't look at him in the eyes. Uraraka was already judging him with hers. His judgement was worse.
"Pussy."
"I-I just fell." He muttered, grunting when he gasped as he pushed himself onto his knees. He reached up and gripped the wall's edge as he tried to stand back up. He was practically sputtering for air and in front of Bakugo? Pathetic.
"Why the fuck you limping-" He spat. Izuku felt his cold stare go through him. "You get hurt or something?" Izuku wheezed for air, trying to hide his composure, but the more he held onto the wall, the more he felt like his life was on the line. Maybe it was. But this was Bakugo. He doesn't care about him.
"Why don't you take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life?"
He glared at Bakugo. "Why should you know?" He gasped, air leaving the inside of him. "You don't give a fuck about me," His eyes went side and he suddenly wheezed, his hands gave out and he fell, whimpering. His mouth gaped open in pain as he shut his eyes and landed on his ass. He leaned against the wall, heaving for air. "Jesus Christ." He muttered under his breath. When he opened his eyes he saw Bakugo frowning at him.
"Seriously, Deku." He said, his eyes trailing down his body. "What the fuck happened to you?"
Izuku bit his tongue. "It's nothing I couldn't handle before." He murmured. He flinched and sighed, laying his head on the wall. "It's not like you care."
"If I wasn't asking then I wouldn't ca-"
"Just stop wasting your breath on a loser like me and be on your way. I don't need your pity." He barked, raising his voice over Bakugo's. "I can handle myself," He inhaled once more and finally made it to his feet, breathing hard. Step by step, he turned his back on Kaksuki and made his way into the bathroom where he was able to sit on the counter.
Exhaling, he groaned in pain. This pain is his fault. If he hadn't existed, then he wouldn't make his mother's life a living hell. Reaching up and zipping down his sweater, he looked in the mirror and saw that he looked disgusting. His hair was greasy, he had black bags under his eyes, there was a bruise on his cheek and neck and there was a cut on his jaw. He was pale and sweaty.
Not surprised. He felt like shit every day. Mentally and physically. Groaning again, he lifted himself off of the counter and leaned on the wall, turning on the tap. Somehow, he managed to unwrap his bandages and clean his wounds and put his clothes back on in time for Todoroki and Kirishima to walk in on him. Just as he was zipping his sweater back up.
Frowning, Todoroki walked over to him. "Midoriya," He said his name and suddenly, Izuku felt like he was in trouble. Was he gonna hurt him? No. He doesn't give a rat's ass about him to hurt him as his mother does. "I was sent by the teacher with Kirishima to check on you. He and I - like the rest of the class - was worried about you."
Izuku looked over at Kirishima who was examining the used and bloody bandages in his hands. He gulped. "I'm fine." He said, giving Todoroki a small smile, but didn't look back at him as he only stared at Kirishima and the bandages.
"Dude-" Kirishima looked up at Izuku with a worried expression. "What happened to you?"
Todoroki's brows furrowed when he looked over at the bandages. Crap. With an abused history in the family and with himself as well, Todoroki was definitely gonna notice the signs. "Midoriya-" He reached over to the bandages and took them out of Kirishima's hands, examining them as well. He looked up at him sadly. "Is everything ok at home?"
Gritting his teeth, his gut turned when he saw Kirishima's expression change. "At home? Wha-"
"Everything's fine!" He snapped, reaching out and grabbing the bandages from Todoroki. "I just went overboard in the training with All Might last night." He could barely stand on his legs.
"You went overboard with training so far, there's blood all over these bandages? Dude, I don't think All Might would allow you to go overboard, nevertheless himself with a teen-"
"I have to go," Izuku gas out, shoving between them weakly. He made his way out of the bathroom, letting out a muffled whimper. Every time he walked he felt pain. By the time he was outside his classroom, he could barely breathe. Gasping, his head had a pounding headache. Leaning against the doorway, he looked over and checked out the room. Mina, Jiro, and Uraraka were chatting with Momo, Lida, Tysu, and Toru. Koda, Tokoyami, Shoji, Mineta, and Sato were in another group in the corner of the room. The teacher was sleeping.
Kaminari and Aoyama were talking at the chalkboard and Bakugo was sitting at his desk, looking at him. Great. Huffing harshly, he pushed himself off of the doorway and back into the hallway. He reached up and whipped the sweat on his forehead and struggled to move.
She hasn't been giving him any breaks. Day and night, night, and day, she covers it up so easily. By now, he thought he would bleed out, but his mother was smarter than that. She knew how to do this. She's had 16 years to practice on him. Muttering nonsense, he slid down on the wall and huffed.
Closing his eyes, he smiled weakly. Maybe if he slept for a bit...
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