Midoriya's Scars

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Midoriya Izuku has multiple scars. The most notable is his missing eye with missing skin around it. He has a scar on his neck that lands to his chest. A badly done skin graft on his left shoulder, a handprint burn on his right arm, and a multitude of small scars over his body. His left ear is shriveled and burned.

On his back, a huge circular scar that spreads to his waist. He wears bandages on his eye, and always wears long sleeve clothing no matter the weather. He was sold off to the LOV at 5 for being quirkless. At age ten, he was freed by a member who couldn't bear to see a kid getting tortured and experimented on.

He immediately went to his parents apartment. He still believed that His parents didn't mean to abandon him. But when he passed by his school, he saw his best friend. Kacchan. He was going to go to him, but then heard him say to the others, "I'm telling you! I'm going to U.A! I don't care if anyone else does. I'm going there to avenge Deku!"

Avenge me? He thought. Tsubasa said, "Kacchan it's been 5 years! Get over it. Deku's dead!" DEAD? Kacchan growled. "So what?! Deku wanted to be a hero! Now that he's gone, I'm going to be the hero for him, so stop saying that!" He stormed right past him without looking. He was shocked. Was he dead?

He went to the apartment where his parents lived. He gasped at the door. It was full of pictures of him when he was 5. It said, R.I.P Izuku Midoriya. He fell to his knees. Shigi was right. His parents did abandon him. He started crying from his functioning eye. He grasped at his arms, tearing the fragile skin away.

He got up and ran. He didn't want to be near there. He found an alley and collapsed, bleeding. He sobbed even harder and scraped at his worn body. Then hands grabbed his. "Whoa! Stop! Calm down!" he looked up. An old man, with scars over his face looked at him. Deku sobbed.

The boy picked him up and took him somewhere. When he regained consciousness, he saw it was a small hut on a roof. "Wh-WHere-" The person who helped him looked up from his old TV. "Oh. You're awake." He got up. "Welcome to my home!" He scratched his head. "It's not much, but you work with it. You were hurt pretty badly, so I bandaged you up." Midoriya felt a bandage on his missing eye.

"I-Th-Thank you." He whispered. The man smiled. "No problem." He sat on the bed. "You must be a new kid." He tilted his head. "Huh?" The boy smiled harder. "There are a lot of homeless people in Japan. I ran away when I was twelve. If you want to survive, first, find a job. Then find a place where heroes won't find you. Finally, learn to fight. You got it kid?" He nods.

"What's your nickname, kid?" "Nickname?" He nodded. "No one here uses their real name. I'm Noako." Izuku smiled. "Deku. My name is Deku."

He found a 'home' per say. It was on Dagobah beach, which is absolutely full of junk. Which makes it perfect to hide a homeless kid with major scars. Old man Noako, who gave him a job in one of his bookstores as a backyard employee, offered to train Izuku to fight after learning he was quirkless.

So he trained. Learned to avoid quirks, cleaned the beach somewhat, avoided pro heroes like EraserHead, pranked Pros like Endeavor, and got a pretty good education from Old Man Naoko. The scars on his body would never heal, so Izuku covers them at work. But now, it's only 9 months until the U.A. entrance exam.