Izuku breathed in deeply before turning and looking at Arsène. "So… you're my quirk," he asks.
Arsène nods. "Only those known as true seekers of Justice can call forth a Persona. You are not the only one, there have been others before you. But you are one of the rarer ones of this already rare quirk. You are what we call the Fool, the Wild Card," Arsène explained to him.
Izuku nodded. "How many have been known as the Wild Card," Izuku asks.
"There have been seven before you known as the Fool, and you eventually will be able to call forth their personas like you've done to me. I was the main persona to the one before you," Arsène commented.
Izuku nodded, about to ask another question before hearing the door to the apartment open and close. He froze, shaking slightly. His mother was home.
Arsène looked at him sadly before disappearing, having gone back into his mind.
"BRAT," his oh so loving mother called out for him.
He was shaking as he made his way to the living room. "Y-Yes ma'am," he asked.
His mother glared at him, causing him to gulp. "Why the hell is this place so god damn dirty, I've been gone all fucking day, working my ass off to keep this house up and put fucking food on the table. The least you could have fucking done was clean you little piece of shit, and cooked," she said grabbing the belt she keeps hung on the coat rack.
By this point Izuku was shaking so badly he could hardly feel his legs. He doesn't want to be beaten again.
"Come the fuck here, I'm not waiting all day," Inko said pointing to in front of her. He shakily made his way towards her.
He didn't get very far before he felt the belt hit his shoulder. He winced and bit his lip to hold in his whimper of pain.
"I told you to come the fuck here, stop being slow, come here," she said menacingly. He quickly nodded and went in front of his mother.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain. He soon felt it. The searing pain of the belt repeatedly hitting his chest, upper arms, shoulders, and stomach.
His mom picked up her foot and kicked him down onto his stomach. Then quickly brought the belt upon his back.
By this point, he was full on sobbing. Why did his mom hate him so. 'Oh ya, dad left cause of me,' he thought, continuing to sob.
It kept going for what felt like hours until Inko got tired and stopped. She kicked his face. "Fucking pathetic," she said walking away.
He laid there for awhile, in so much pain it hurt to move. He felt the long and pointy hands of Arsène gently picking him up.
"I'm sorry summoner, I'm sorry I was no help," Arsène said, gently waking his hand through Izuku's hair.
"I-it's okay, I'm used to it by now," Izuku mumbled.
"You shouldn't be though, I'm going to patch up your wounds and then we'll go somewhere okay," Arsène said, gently looking down at the fragile boy. Izuku nods, still in immense pain.
Arsène quietly takes him to his room and gently puts down on the bed. He helps Izuku take off his practically shredded shirt. Arsène winces at all the scars.
He gets up and gets the bandages, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and ointment from out of the closet before kneeling back down in front of Izuku. He puts the rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball before looking up at Izuku.
"This is going to sting," he says before gently dabbing it across the cuts. He sees and feels Izuku flinch back. He looks up to see more tears leaking out of his eyes.
It took a few minutes, but Arsène was able to clean all of the cuts. He then gently added the ointment to the cuts and bruises littering Izuku's chest, and the slowly forming bruise around his right eye. Izuku was sniffling.
Arsène gently patted Izuku's head. Izuku froze. "W-What are y-you doing," he questioned.
"I'm patting your head, did that hurt," Arsène questioned. Izuku shook his head. Arsène gave him a confused look before going back to adding the ointment.
He had noticed the self-harm scars, but decided against asking about them. Knowing it was probably a very touchy subject.
He carefully wrapped Izuku's torso, stomach, neck, and arms. He made sure it wasn't too tight and wasn't too loose. He moved away from Izuku and examined his handy work.
"I'll get you something comfy to wear, then we'll go out," Arsène said standing up. He headed over to Izuku's closet and went through his clothes. He found a dark green long sleeved half turtleneck shirt, and black baggy pants. He went to the dresser and found some socks.
Arsène gently helped his summoner into the clothes. He then got Izuku's significant red shoes and helped him put them on. He then opened the window in the room. Making sure it was open wide and wasn't going to close before going back to Izuku.
He gently picked up and went to the window. He wrapped his wings around both of them so it would be easier to get to the window. Izuku looked up at the dark sky. The stars littered the night sky.
Izuku felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pants pocket. He saw he was added to a group chat. He clicked into it and read what had been said so far.
By far the people in the chat were weird, but kinda comforting. He noted quickly that he wasn't able to leave. But he didn't mind, these people don't seem to want to hurt him, so he'll stick around. Plus, they told him some advice that might help him.
He soon felt the gentle breeze of the ocean. He looked up to see them on a beach, next to a giant trash pile. Arsène let him down. Izuku gently sat down.
Unknown to both Persona and Persona user, someone just so happened to have been leaning on the railing. Thoughts of what happened only a few hours before plaguing his mind. Until he noticed a creature land and set someone down. The person recognized the green locks from the boy.
"Deku…," the boy said softly so neither of the two in front of him would hear him. He quietly made his way onto the beach. He didn't want to startle the other two.
"Why are we here Arsène," Izuku asked looking up towards the Persona.
"To make you feel better, and to keep you away from your mother. I was thinking we could probably clean this beach up, to help strengthen you up," Arsène said looking down at the fragile boy. Izuku nodded before looking out over the vast ocean.
"Deku," a voice said behind him. One oh so familiar.
Izuku jumped up and quickly turned around. He was shaking as he stared at his childhood best friend. He forced Arsène to leave.
"H-Hey Kacchan," Izuku stuttered.
