*Warning: This chapter has heavy themes such as child abuse and the death of a teenager if this is triggering or you do not like please skip to the next chapter.*

Denki's POV:

I sat there for a moment trying to gather my thoughts, trying to decide how much or how little to tell them.

"I guess, um, I could start with what happened at training. It might not be the most accurate but I will try." I put on a smile, but I could tell that Shiggy knew something was wrong.

Shiggy looked at me for a moment before saying, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, about the scars I mean, I know how you feel about them, and if you don't want me to know how you got them, but you want your teacher's to know, then I will stand outside when we get to that. Okay?"

"It's fine. It's about time you learned the truth I guess." I told him in a voice just so he could hear while looking at the floor.

"Okay bud. Just start whenever you want."

I looked up at the man I had started to consider a brother, and I gave him a smile I hadn't given anyone in a long while.

A look of surprise passed over his face for just a moment, before he smiled back at me.

"Um.. Is it okay if Shin leaves? I don't want many people knowing about it and I- I still don't really feel comfortable with a lot of people knowing."

"That is aright little listener. You have no need to worry. If you want I can leave as well so that it is only you, your brother, Sho-Aizawa, and RG." Present Mic said with a chipper tone.

"Umm- yes, please. Thank you."

Once Present Mic and Shinso left, Mr. Aizawa, and RG sat down in the chairs by the cot preparing for me to tell my story.

"Start whenever you want. And if it becomes to much you don't have to continue."

"Thanks Mr. Aizawa"

After taking a few breaths to calm my nerves I told them about what happened back then, only leaving out a few things.

"When I was five, I was in a pool with my older sister, my quirk hadn't shown up yet but we were told it would be electricity. As she was about to jump into the water I felt a surge of power was through me. My quirk had come in. But the thing about electricity and water is that they don't m-mix very well. Heh, by gaining a quirk, something needed to be considered normal in this time and age, I lost the only person I loved most in this world."

My eyes started to tear up, so I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand and continued on.

"She was a protector, she never fought anything that couldn't fight back, after she died I became the only child. My parents weren't too happy to lose their favorite child, even if they always said they never had favorites when she was alive, I could always tell that I was the mistake, that I was never supposed to be born."

Shigaraki scooted over to sit next to me and grabbed my hand to help calm me down, as he could see I was getting worked up by the sparks starting to come off my fingers in small bursts.

"It's okay Den-den. If you want to take a break we can."

"No. I'm fine. If I don't finish now I never will."

"Okay. If you say so"

Aizawa and RG stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt the mood.

"After her death, my parents started to act as if I wasn't there, there were some periods of time where I wouldn't even eat anything for weeks because they would forget about me. But I guess that was better than when they DID remember I was there. They would always make sure I knew who had killed Sakura, they wouldn't LET me forget."

At some point, while telling the story I started to shake. So I took a moment to breathe and calm down a little, once I was fine I continued.

"It wasn't until I was eight that the abuse started. They made sure that I would never leave the house, I was already 'home schooled' for most of my life so I never went to an actual school, never made any real friends, because of this they thought that it didn't matter how much they hurt me because no one would ever see it. I thought that I was stuck, that I would never escape the torture they had inflicted on me.

At first it was just verbal abuse, just words, then it was mental, those words turned into gas lighting and that really messed up my head, I don't think they every actually got me diagnosed but I had a type of learning disability when I was younger, I still do, but it was way worse when I was younger. Words would jumble up and move around the page. I know that they didn't actually move but that's what I would see. Anyway, their words started to stick, I actually thought that I was the reason they didn't love me, that I did something that could never be forgiven. When I was 9-" I took a large breath of air.

I looked up at Mr. Aizawa and looked him directly in the eyes. "When I was 9 that was when the physical abuse started, that was when I got my scars."

All the adults in the room let out a large breath of air as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing, I mean who would think that someone would hurt their 9-year-old son so bad that it left him with scars, both physically, emotionally, and mentally?

"If I did anything out of line, anything, they would hurt me, I couldn't even call them mom and dad. No- heh, they were to be addressed as Madam and sir, Haha." at this point my vision was starting to lose focus and my voice became more distant and hysterical. "Can you imagine having to call the people who are supposed to love and care for you, Madam and Sir? AT 9 YEARS OLD?!"

As the memories ran through my head, I grabbed at my hair and pulled as I brought my knees to my chest and my breathing started to quicken, I tried to push through for the people around me.

"They wouldn't let me call for help, I was stuck in an endless cycle of waking up, getting beaten to a pulp, cleaning the wounds, going to sleep, over and over, day in and day out, for THREE YEARS. Then," I brought my hands down and looked at each of the people in the room, a crazed look in my eye. "Heheheh, then I had the best realization of a lifetime. I would just… run away! I would escape the torture, I would escape the hell that my parents had put me through. I would finally be free."

As I finished my little rant my face became one of no emotion, my eyes looked blank while staring at a spot on the floor, tears slowly formed in my eyes as I recalled the next thing that had happened, the thing that had changed my life for the worse but also the better.

"A few days after I had turned 11 I decided I would escape. So I packed the few things I had and started my way to the front door, I tried to be as quiet as possible but I think they still heard me, because right before I could reach the door my 'mother' grabbed my arm and yanked me back, I was so close to freedom. I wouldn't let anyone take that from me. So I did the only thing I could, I supercharged my body causing her to get electrocuted, and she died that night. I remember it so vividly. The look on her face as her soul left her body, she was the second person I killed with my quirk. As soon as her grip on my arm loosened I ran as far as I could as fast as I could."

Slowly tears started to fall down my face, I didn't even care anymore, what was the point in wiping them away when there would just more more there to replace them?

"I was out on the streets, alone, for a few months after that. Then Shiggy found me, he himself was also an orphan. Because his quirk is decay, the day it came in he killed his whole family by accident, he brought me to the place we call our home and I was introduced to others who were like me, people who were hurt as a kid by the people who were supposed to love them or abandoned because of there quirk. We made a family out of a bunch of broken people who were never given a home to begin with."

I looked over at Shiggy as I said the last bit.

"During training today, I was stressed about the fight, and because my emotions got the best of me, I lashed out. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of me so I redirected the electrical current to myself. And that is everything."

Once I was finished Mr. Aizawa, RG, and Shiggy all came over and gave me a group hug, tears rolling down their faces.

"H-hey, it's okay. I am fine now, It was all in the past."

Even if it will forever be with me I know it has made me stronger I just hope this doesn't change anything about how people think of me.

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