The night was dark as a small boy of four was playing with some leaves in the shady section of a children park. His green hair covered his eyes as tear streaks fell from his eyes. Sadness fell from him in waves as he thought back to what had happened earlier that day. His mother had left, to what she clamed as the store but had handed his dad papers, signed them, then left. He didn't want to be with his dad. His dad dint love him like his mother did. Sobs tore through him as the memories resurfaced. Getting up, he made his way to his house. Walking down the sidewalk he carefully dried his tears and made himself look normal. As normal and a four year old could with a trembling lip and red rimmed eyes. The dark neighborhood taunted him as memories of him and his mother flashed in his mind. A final sob tore itself from his throat before his eyes dulled and the tears stopped. Nothing. All nothing. Worth nothing. He was nothing. He meant nothing. No one wanted him, no one needed him. Opening his front door he saw his dad in the living room with two men.
"Ah, Izuku perfect timing, come sit down." H said as the two men laughed.
Izuku walked to the nearest seat and sat down keeping quiet.
" Well trained huh?" One man said as the other got up and walked closer to him.
" What's your name boy?" The man demanded.
Izuku shivered at the violent tone that promised pain if he were to disobey.
" Izuku Midoriya sir" He said in a small voice. The man grinned. A cold shiver crawled up his back at the look on his face. The man looked back an his father and the other man talking.
"I'll take him." Izuku's breath caught in his throat. What? He'll What? Take him? As the man looked back at him Izuku felt invisible hands wrapped around his lungs as the air left him in fear. He tried to sink further into his chair but the man's broad frame closed him in. His faceless expression creeped closer.
"Do you know what's happening to you boy?" he asked. Izuku trembled as the man smiled. Fear gripped at his heart as he shook his head.
The man sighed. " You dad owed us a favor from a couple years back. Now that's where you come in. Your our favor you see, which means your coming with us." Izuku's fear choked him. Nothing mattered anymore. Absolutely nothing. As the man and his dad were talking his heart pounded in his chest. Another reason that he no longer wanted to live with his father was because of the bad people that he always brought home. No matter that day or the time, if his dad had people that he wanted to bring home then he would do that. His mother had always been against it, had never liked it. But it seemed that his mother could take no more and left as the days went by. Nothing, not even Izuku could keep her there in that evil marriage.
Izuku's small body felt cold as his brain racked through the situation. There was no way for him to get out of it. Tears finally dripped down his cheeks a the only hope that his father would do anything but sell him vanished. Hatred and sorrow filled him and his mind. He would survive. He would make it. Nothing could stop him.