Katsuki opened the door to his house. Immediately his mom started yelling about him being late.

"Shut it hag, I was talking to a friend, I brought him over too," he shouted back to her.

Mitsuki came out of the kitchen to see who it was. To her shock, it was the small green bean that she hasn't seen in years. Ten to be exact.

"Izuku, sweetie," Mitsuki went in to hug him, only to watch the small boy flinch back.

"S-sorry," he said.

"Izuku, are you okay," Mitsuki tried to talk as gently as she could.

He gave a meek nod. He flinched when Katsuki sighed. He slowly looked up at Katsuki.

"We're not lying to my mom Deku," the ash blond looked at his mom.

Mitsuki looked at the two boys confused. "What do you need to tell me," she said.

"We might want to move to the couch," Katsuki gently motioned Izuku to go sit down. "Do you want me to talk, or can you go over it again," he asked after they were seated.

"I-I mig-might… be a-able t-to," Izuku was shaking.

"If I have to take over, I will," he leaned back in the chair.

"I-It m-might…be b-better i-if I-I sh…showed you f-first," and back up off the couch he went.

Izuku took off his uniform jacket before shakily fiddled with the buttons. He was desperately trying to calm his breathing.

He soon got the last one unbuttoned. The two ash blondes could visibly see him shaking. He took a shaky breath in before taking the white button up off.

He heard Mitsuki gasp and Katsuki take in a sharp breath. Katsuki had only seen the front of Izuku, not the back. The back was so much worse.

On his front he had obvious explosion like burns, all but one faint pink. The newest one, the biggest one, was on his right shoulder and was a nasty blistering red. On his left side, just below his ribcage, was the smallest one that was a pale white, the oldest on his body.

Across his chest, from his left shoulder down to the right side of his hip, was a dark pink, borderline red, slash. It looked like someone had cut him with a knife. Under this cut was one word carved into his skin, useless.

Small, some thick, some thin, white lines were slashed across his chest. That was the majority of his chest. Along with those white scars, were small, pink, explosion scars.

His back. God, Katsuki stared at his back in horror. It was shredded, his skin hardly holding on. It was bleeding and didn't look like it was going to stop.

From behind you could see his wrist. Small, thin, buts littered them.

"Wh…Izuku why isn't your back bandaged," Katsuki, not even realizing he said Izuku instead of Deku, immediately got up and went to the bathroom to grab bandages, rubbing alcohol, and a lot of wet towels.

"M-Mom s-said I-I…," the small boy had to stop speaking so he could choke back a sob.

"Did you mother do this sweetie," Mitsuki got down on one knee in front of him. When he didn't look at her, she gently, very gently, grabbed his chin to have him look at her.

"Has she been hurting you," the older woman was close to tears.

She watched him meekly nod, like answering would lead to consequences. She gently took off his glasses. (Did I forget to mention he has glasses?)

"Sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you," she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"Y-You're n-not," he choked out.

"No, I would never hurt you," she spoke quietly to him, like she was speaking to a child.

"Let's get you bandaged up and get you to bed, you've obviously had a long day," she took the bandages, rubbing alcohol, and the wet towels from Katsuki.

"B-But I ha…haven't b-been a-able t-t-t-to t-tell you e-ev-everything," he was shaky, jumpy, and flinched at all contact.

"You don't need to, you can tell me when it's easier for you. But with the knowledge I know, I'm not letting you go back home," she gently dabbed the wet towels to his back. Apologizing every time he flinched.

"I-I d-do-don't h-have t-t-t-to go b-back?" his eyes welled up with more tears.

"No sweetie, I'm going to call Inko and tell her that Katsuki's forcing you to a week long sleepover. By the end of the week, the authorities will have been contacted," she picked up the rag and added the rubbing alcohol.

Her heart clenched every time he whimpered. She hated this, who would hurt such a sweet boy. Someone who deserved the world.

"Have you eaten yet," Katsuki asked as he helped his mom with one of the wet towels.

"I-I'm n-no-not a-allowed t-t-to e-ea-eat d-d-dinner," he sniffled.

"Go make katsudon Katsuki," Mitsuki shooed her son off.

Katsuki nodded as he got up and headed to the kitchen.

"You're going to eat dinner tonight, and every night from now on. No one should ever be starved," she grabbed the bandages and gently, but firmly, started to wrap them around him.

"I don't like how small you are," the male ash blond stuck his head out of the kitchen before going back to cooking.

"Thank you," the small greenette whispered.

Mitsuki smiled and gently kissed the back of his head. "Don't mention it, you deserve so much, and don't let anyone ever tell you differently," she finished tightening the bandages.

"I'm finished," Katsuki shouted from the kitchen.

"That's our cue," she helped Izuku up from the ground.

"W-Wh-What a-about t-t-the m-mess," the small boy looked down at the ground.

"I'll clean it later, right now, you need to eat," Mitsuki picked up his glasses from the ground and handed it to him. He gently took his glasses and put them on.

They walked into the kitchen and watched Katsuki put the bowls on the table." Where's dad," he looked at his mom.

"He's out right now, he'll be back in an hour or two," they all sat down.

The two blonds waited for Izuku to start before they did. He picked up his chopsticks and took a small bite. His eyes shined before he ate a little more.

Mitsuki smiled while Katsuki smirked. They too began to eat. Izuku had eaten a few more bites before he realized he had too much food. He put down his chopsticks and sat quietly.

"You okay Izuku," the older woman asked once she realized he stopped eating.

"Huh… O-Oh, I-I'm f-f-full," he looked down.

"Izuku, when was the last time you ate a full meal," she was becoming more and more worried.

"T-T-The 27th," he mumbled.

"It's the 25th," Katsuki whispered.

"O-O-Of J-January," he shrunk in on himself.

"It's March," Mitsuki covered her mouth with her hands.

"Your stomach has shrunk," Katsuki quietly stated.

Izuku nodded, feeling his eyes start to water. Mitsuki saw and gently ruffled his hair, frowning when he flinched.

"Okay how about we get you to bed then," she said. He looked up at her and slowly nodded.

"I'll clean up old hag, you make sure he gets situated," Katsuki took the bowls as he stood up. He put Izuku's in a container for later.

Mitsuki guides him to a spare bedroom, right across the hall from Katsuki. "Don't be afraid to come ask for anything," she told him. "I'll go find a pair of clothes for you," he watched her walk out.

He sat down on the bed, trying to take up as little space as possible. He slowly observed the room. The walls were a light shade of grey and the floor was a dark oak. The bed was a full size with white sheets and a light grey comforter. It was parallel to the door, a small night stand to the left with a single lamp. To his right was an oak dresser and a mahogany desk. And finally to the left, was two medium sized bookcases filled with books of all kinds.

"The only things that I believe will fit you is an old pair of sweatpants that I found in Katsuki's room, along with this sweater," he jumped at Mitsuki's sudden voice.

"T-That's f-f-fine," he took the clothes and offered a very, very small smile.

She smiled back and left the room to let him change. He took his pants off and slid on the sweatpants, they were still a bit too big, making them incredibly baggy. He then slowly slid the pale blue sweater, being mindful of the injury on his back. The shirt was also too big, coming down just past his thighs and way past his hands.

He yawned and gently rubbed his eyes. He took off his glasses and put them on the nightstand. He then laid down and curled into himself, making sure he took up as little space as possible.

As he was boarding between consciousness and unconscious, he felt someone kiss his forehead. He soon fell asleep with a content smile on his face.

As soon as he entered dreamland, it was like entering another dimension. He was laying down in what seemed like a jails bed. He sat up with a start.

He was laying on a jail bed, but he was not in a jail cell, in a completely blue room. He was in a strange room. On the left side of the wall was wall chains and a whip, but on the left side was a wall full of bookshelves. But, right in the middle, sat a giant desk, behind that desk sat an odd man.

The odd man had the appearance of a bizarre old man with a long nose, pointed ears and bulging, bloodshot eyes. He wears a black suit with white gloves. He appears to be quite tall when fully stood up. His smile was wide. Next to him stood a young girl with long platinum hair and golden eyes. She wears a blue dress, and stylish matching headband with white butterfly ornaments and yellow roses. She also has noticeably pink lips. She carries a book entitled "Le Grimoire," though it seems abnormally large.

"Welcome to the velvet room, this place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter," the odd man said in a high pitch voice. "My name is Igor, and this is my assistant Lavenza," the odd man, now known as Igor, stated.

"You have quite an odd velvet room, I've never seen a half torcher chamber half library before," his smile never left.

"Here, we shall guide you on your journey, where you may fuse, or bring back, Personas. But I have a feeling you will be awakening two more very soon. Along with you Persona's, you will receive Arcanas. These, your friends, will help you fight in battle, the more arcanas you receive, the farther you take those friendships, the stronger your Persona's shall become," the girl Lavenza smiled gently at him.

"W-What d-d-do y-you all m-mean," Izuku just wanted to shrink in on himself.

"The more friends you obtain, the stronger you will become, you are the fool after all," Igor said.

Izuku flinched when he heard something break. Soon a card floated down in front of his face. He grabbed it. 'The Fool Arcana does not mean that it can be taken lightly. The Fool is number zero. It is the void from which all other things begin.' He heard Arsène.

The greenette looked back up at the two, planning on asking another question, but it was drowned out with the sound of an alarm. He looked around frantically.

"Ah, it looks like it's time for you to wake up. We shall speak some more later," Igor waved at him. Lavenza smiled at him.

"Lay back down, it's time for you to go," she waved bye as he laid down.

As soon as his eyes closed, they opened back up. Only this time, he was back at the Bakugou's. And Mitsuki was gently shaking his shoulder.

"Good morning, I came to ask if you want to go to school, with that injury on your back, I'm not really thinking that it'll be a good idea," she raked her fingers through his hair.

"I-I n-n-need t-t-t-to g-go, I-I c-can't fall b-behind," he slowly sat up.

"Okay, well, Katsuki's making breakfast, come down when you're ready," she kissed his forehead and got up and left.

'That was a tragedy dream, I wonder if any of it was real,' he thought as he got up. He flinched when he stood up fully, his back still in pain.

But he muscled through it. He wasn't going to let himself get held back. Even if everyone and thing hurts and belittles him. He has a goal to make, he will become a hero. Either that or he dies trying.

(I know he's stuttering a lot in this chapter, but opening up about, and showing, the abuse does that, the stutter might stay for awhile, but it will lessen)