♢~Most Girls~♢

|7| Hoping You'll Love Me When I Know You Won't

Chapter- Seven
Title- Hoping You'll Love Me When I Know You Won't
Track- July
Artist- Noah Cyrus
Trigger warnings- homophobia, transphobia, fighting, mentions of abuse and neglect, running away, profanity, self harm, blood
Disclaimers- I do not own My Hero Academia. All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I own nothing but the plot and mentioned OC'S. I reccomend listening to the song above for extra entertainment. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Hey fuckers! Here I am, saving you from a cliffhanger. This is also the chapter where shit goes from being 'crack with a slight side of angst' to 'overwhelming angst without a sign of crack in sight.'

So first up, let me get this out of the way. I have zero problem with the LGBTQ community. You people are awesome. Hell, I'm part of it. However, this chapter does exhibit a lot of homophobia. These thoughts are not mine, they're for the angst. This will be the only time I have such a big argument due to gender and sexuality.

I don't care if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, asexual, pansexual, transgender, gender fluid, or non-binary. So long as you're not purposely hurting someone, you live your life.

But I swear. If ONE person comes at me with 'super straight.' I WILL commit murder.

On that happy note, let's get on with the shit show!

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A mother is supposed to love you. Support you through anything, accept you for everything. That's not my mom.

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Izuku

Izuku wanted to scream for all the wrong reasons. He wanted to laugh for all the right ones. He wanted to cry for so many reasons they weren't right or wrong. He wanted to tear at his own skin until it burst, until it fell off and he was no longer recognizable. He didn't want that skin. It wasn't his. He didn't care if it was a boy's skin. It wasn't Izuku's skin, not if he wanted to tear and slash at it.

So he did. He cried for so many reasons and he laughed for all the wrong ones and he screamed for all the right ones. And Inko Midoriya screamed right back.

You see, they wasn't a single reason to laugh. There were all the reasons to scream and cry. And so mother and son, daughter and grandson, two people supposed to be family, screamed and fought.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Inko screamed, pacing back and forth, her face red and her voice so loud it could shatter the wine glasses in the cabinets. "HIDING CHILDREN IN MY OWN HOUSE! HIDING THE FACT THAT YOU'RE- YOU'RE-!" She couldn't even seem to spit it out, like it was a disease that would infect her as well. "AND THEN GOING BEHIND MY BACK!" Izuku flinched at her tone, wanting to shrink back until he didn't exist. Why did he think this would work? He didn't want this body, not if it meant this.

"I- I...." Izuku tried to stutter something out, but he couldn't seem to form sounds into words. He couldn't seem to keep fighting with his mother. Inko, however, seemed to have plenty of fight in her.

"Well!?" Inko yelled, apparently having asked a question while Izuku was zoned out in nightmare land. "Do you even have an excuse!? Or are you just going to stand there!?" Izuku looked down and mumbled something unintelligible. "Speak up!" Inko glared, making Eri and Kota, who had been hiding behind Izuku, shrink in on themselves. Izuku noticed this and all too familiar anger flared up inside of him.