Axis (old)

Chapter 15

TW!: Mention of suicide.

Izuku immersed himself into vigilante work. He left so quickly after that Tsukauchi and Aizawa would be lucky to catch even a glimpse of the boy.

Izuku's heart had a void in it. The void that had been there since his mother died. His mind flashed with her limp body, covered in blood.

He covered his mouth and swallowed down the bile building in his throat. He choked back a sob.

Aizawa didn't sleep. He spent his nights trying to find the boy. Failing. His husband and daughter had grown more worried about him.

Tsukauchi poured himself over files in any attempt to track down a plausible location, something, anything. But nothing was there.
The only thing he found was medical records that stopped when he disappeared at 14.
He was almost 16 now. Still just a kid. Who desperately needed help.

Izuku had a particularly painful bruise on his stomach that throbbed painfully with each step. A small trickle of blood dripped down his cheek.

He silently closed the window of his apartment shut and let sleep take over. Sleep plagued by horrendous nightmares, but sleep nonetheless.

~Flashback~
The 7 year old closed the door behind him, leaving his shoes at the door. He slumped in, surprised by his mother who was home early.

Worry was present on her face but faded slightly when Izuku put up a smile.

"How was your day?" The woman smiled brightly.

'I got told to kill myself today. I tried to kill myself today.' He thought, his heart throbbed. "It was great mama!"

"That's good to hear."
~Flashback Over~

Izuku clutched his side. A nasty gash running from slightly above his hip to his first rib. He winced as he climbed the fire escape. A small breath piercing the cold air of winter every time his feet connected with a new building.

He pushed open his window with a struggle and climbed in, not so gracefully.

He had his setup. He sat on a clean towel with sterilized hands and gloves. He cleaned the wound and prepared the needle.

He grabbed a rolled up hand towel and put it in his mouth in case the pain got the better of him.

He ended up needing seven stitches, all perfectly sewn and even. Looked almost professional.

The towel in his mouth was probably traumatized at this point, after the amount of curses it heard escape the boys mouth.

He put on a thin gauze and wrapped his arm in some as well.

Let's just say he encountered a dude with a fondness for sharp shit.

The chat Sleep deprived dad runs so I can't change names anymore. A final message from the coolest ass kicking vigilante ever.

Aizawa: Izuku Midoryia
Eri: hi daddys woried so pleas come back soon (spelt wrong cause she's a child not because I can't spell 😌👍✨)
Yamada: COME BACK PLEASE TINY DUDE!
Aizawa: We just wanna help you stupid problem child. Come on.

Izuku heard his phone buzz, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He looked up at the boring ceiling, as sleep took over once more.

He woke up in a haze, and his eyes danced with black spots. His head pounded, his heart raced.

He frantically stood, ignoring the world spinning around him and slammed his fists into the door. But nothing worked.

He slumped to the door and began to fall. He was back to the day he tried to commit suicide. He wouldn't be in this situation if he'd just died that day.

He hit the ground this time though and woke up again at the crime scene of his mother. Feeling adult hands drag him away from the murder. Flailing in Mitsuki's arms, tears trickling down his cheeks.

He closed his eyes.

Izuku sat up frantically in bed, realizing it had been a dream. His tired eyes rolled to the side and he passed out again, no more dreams this time.

Aizawa tracked Izuku, only to find the tracks end in a small pool of blood, then disappear.