Lies of him

Haunting Memories

Izuku sat down onto the futon clumsy, hitting Todoroki's leg on the way down.

"What's wrong?"Came Todoroki's groggy voice, filled with worry at the sight of Izuku's tears. Izuku quickly tried to wipe away the tears that continued to fall. He must've woken up Todoroki when sitting down.

He steadied his breathing, "Sorry, I just had a bad dream", He wasn't sure if Todoroki bought it. Izuku felt a warm arm wrap around his shaking middle, pulling him into Todoroki's warm side.

"Do you want to talk about it?", Came his quiet voice.

"No, I-i think I just want to go back to sleep", Izuku stammered.

Todoroki's arm around his waist tightened and after a few more minutes he felt Todoroki's breath even out as he fell asleep again.

Izuku's silent tears finally stopped and he thought about the phone call he had made to his mother.

He had told his mother that no matter what he wouldn't be coming home, not until the bastard left.

What she had said had crushed him, Izuku's father was a cruel human, but what he was doing was worse than anything he had done before.

His father had always been embarrassed by him, he knew this since he was four and his father left for the first time. That night had been bad, really bad. Izuku had just gotten home from the doctors, he was sitting in the office watching All Might when his father had come home. The yelling was what had made him first notice, he was used to his father yelling or screaming out curses to them. What Izuku wasn't used to was his mother yelling back.

"He's your child! You can't just leave us!", At that Izuku had pushed the door open causing a loud creak.

His father was in the living room, a bag packed, and a crazed look in his eye. Smoke was already billowing from his nose and mouth, a sight that Izuku was used to.

"Izuku honey!", Izuku ran to his mother, hiding behind her.

His father's eyes still found him, the hatred burning hotter than anything his fire could create.

"This is your fault", his father seethed and left, slamming the door hard enough to cause a crack. and that was the last time Izuku saw his father till he was eleven.

For years those words had been on repeat in his mind, every time he heard his mother crying in the other room, every time Kacchan told him he was worthless, and every time someone asked about the absentee father.

Kacchan had always been cruel, but one thing he was thankful for was that he never mentioned his father. He'd seen his Aunty Inko crying too many times at his house about the bastard to ask or taunt Izuku about it.

For Izuku it had hurt when his father had left, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as when he came back. His father had said he came back because he needed a place to stay, something about his apartment getting demolished during a villain attack that week. Except Izuku knew every villain attack that week and none had destroyed any apartment buildings.

Izuku at the time had brushed it off, he now wished he hadn't. Those six months that his father had stayed at their house had been hell. His father would snap at Izuku for every little thing that wasn't perfect. And to him, everything Izuku did wasn't perfect. DInners became silent and tense, both his mother and him scared to say anything. Weekends had started to feel too long and far too dangerous. His home had turned into a living Hell.

For those six months, Izuku became used to the smell of smoke and the feeling of bruises everywhere. The feeling of cigarettes being put out against his wrist haunted him in his dreams.