When did he change (MHA)

Chapter 1

Izuku pov

                  What would you do if you were betrayed by your closest friends? Would you A.) forgive them and move on, or B.) get revenge on those who wronged you? 

I am Izuku Midoriya, and this is my story about how I was betrayed by the people who were closest to me. Before I start, I should give some filler as to what made me like this, so let me start from the beginning. When I was in my last year of middle school, I was being bullied by my best friend, Bakugo Katsuki. He had been like the rest of them, bullying those who didn't fit in. In my case, I was quirkless, or so I thought, but more of that later. I was into quirk analysis at that age, but seeing as I was quirkless, Bakugo burned my last hope of feeling normal. He laughed at my dreams, and the mere thought of my success brought him disgust. Bakugo tore me down little by little, and at the pinnacle of his bullying, he told me to kill myself. Yet this was my best friend, right? That's what I thought, too. But I was so young and naive at that time that I forgave him for everything he did to me. However, I stopped becoming so forgiving after that day. 

  It was a hot summer day after I had graduated from middle school, and I decided to start taking care of my physical form. I started working out more in hopes that I wouldn't be completely hopeless without a quirk. I started looking up different videos on how to defend myself, and I immersed myself in self-defense videos, down to how to use every weapon. I held myself in my room for the majority of the summer, practically having little to no existence. My mom had little time to worry about me as she was always out on dates trying to find a man to satisfy her. While she did work, she would always turn to a man to give her some money to help pay for her bills. I started becoming numb to her lifestyle, and I started working on my own. I started my website to help heroes improve their quirk. I took my quirk analysis skill to an extreme, and I started making money off of consultations. I raised my prices, and I even got advice from one to apply to UA. They said my skills were "too good to go to waste". So I sent in my application to UA, and while I waited for the entrance exam, I worked away, spending my time in my room working out and giving consultations.

  Then the day before my entrance exam, I was at home, and I realized that I hadn't seen much of my mom that day. Nor had I seen her that night. I chalked it up to her spending time with her boyfriend of some sort, and I just turned a blind eye to it, as she does to me. As I felt myself grow hungry, I decided to walk to the convenience store, but on the way, I saw something that I never wished I would see. My mother was lying in her pool of blood. A villain standing over her. I had only seen the back of the villain, but once they turned around, I saw the face of the man. Now I had only seen him briefly, but it happened to be my mother's boyfriend. The man she spent so much time with. The man she swore she loved with her whole heart. His eyes locked with mine, and they widened. Pure shock and regret lodged in his eyes as he looked at me. As he makes prolonged eye contact with me, I feel my rage bubble up within me. But why am I mad? My mother had never truly loved me. As the man stares at me, I hear shouting in the distance, and he breaks eye contact with me. He sees pro heroes and decides that instead of repenting for his mistakes and sins that he would rather kill himself. He killed himself in front of me. And dared to give me a look of pity and sorrow.

 As the pro heroes closed in on me, they looked at the two now dead bodies and then back at me. One put a hand on my shoulder and started talking to me. Yet I couldn't hear a word that he was saying; everything was muffled to me. The hero leads me away from the scene and takes me into holding, as they need to question me. I look at the wall blankly, just wondering what my life has come to. I considered taking Bakugo's advice, in which maybe I should just kill myself, as I no longer need to live. Nobody is here caring for me. The detective came back and started asking me questions to which I told him I knew both the woman and the man and I told him that the woman was my mom and the man was her boyfriend. The man looked at my with pity but that was the last thing that i needed right now. I was free to go from holding and as I walked back home I was reminded of the empty pit of my stomach that was now angrliy growling at me for now feeding it. I stopped at the convenience store and then after that i headed home. The house still quiet and lacking of any life now felt more depressing than ever.