Izuku cautiously krept up the stairs leading to his mothers apartment. To say he was scared was an understatement. After the incident with the roof, it was already 7. He was supposed to be home 3 hours ago, and Inko was not known for leniency. On a good day, she would just neglect him. On a bad day, he’d get beat. And if he was late or ‘needed discipline’, it was the closet.
The closet.
Izuku reached out his trembling hand and turned the knob, slowly and quietly. He knew what was coming, but the fear was ingrained into his mind. He opened the door, and stepped in. 'This will be the last time anyways’ he thought, planning to run away later that night. Although it was likely he’d be stuck in the closet for a day or two, meaning he’d have to move his plans of escape back.
“Izuku, you shit! Is that you?” Inko called out, her words slightly slurred from her intoxication. Izuku bit his lip as he whimpered. He closed the door, taking one last glance at the outside before locking his fate in. Inko threw an empty bottle of glass at the wall, shattering it. She walked to Izuku and grabbed him by his hair.
“You’ know, I was worried ‘bout ya” she said with mock care, slightly grinning. She dragged him along roughly, rambling on about how she had to ‘teach him a lesson to keep him safe’ and saying that she ‘does it because I love you’. She dragged him along and threw him on the ground, hard. She kicked him a couple times, spewing nonsense to try and justify the abuse. She would never admit it, but she loved hurting her son. It was the only thing she had control over in her life. It was all his fault, anyways. His fault that Hisashi left, that she lost her friends, that she has to work two jobs. He deserved it, it was his payment. Inko sneered and grabbed the trembling boy by his hair again. She dragged him a little further and opened the closet door, then threw Izuku into it. She locked the door and walked away.
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Izuku sat in the darkness, huddled in the small corner. He wiped some blood from his face as it came trickling down his nose. Seems his mother was in a bad mood after all. He slipped his red shoes off yet again, placing them beside himself. His mother would probably be on his case later for tracking dirt into her house. Not that it mattered. He’d be gone as soon as he got his stuff packed. Izuku laid his head on the wall, his body tired and aching. He was suddenly hit with a wave of drowsiness, and slouched over. He laid down as much as the cramped space allowed, and slipped into a restless sleep.
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Bakugou walked home, kicking at the dirt. School was out an hour ago, and he wandered around by himself for a while before heading back to his house. Something felt off. It was Deku, that nerd. He wasn't at school today. Did he… actually jump? No, no way. That damn nerd is way to stupid to actually follow through with it. But what if…
“Tsh.” What does he even care. If he did, then good riddance. No one needs a quirkless loser around.
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Izuku woke up with a jump and cringed as he folded in on himself. He held his stomach. Sudden movement like that really hurt the bruises around his waist. Slowly, Izuku reached out to his bag and fished around for his phone. Luckily Inko didn’t seem to notice he still had it on when she dragged him in here. She hadn’t given him a chance to even take his shoes off. Sighing, he turned the screen on, blinking quickly as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. It was 5:02. He had slept through the entire day! School had finished two hours ago.
Sighing, he adjusted himself into a sitting position. He opened quirk-chirp and started messaging his only friend.
Broccoli_boi
Hey
Insomniac42
Hi
Broccoli_boi
What are you doing right now?
Insomniac42
Petting my cat
Broccoli_boi
Oh nice! Is it Missy, Mirah or Razzle?
Insomniac42
None. It’s Bento :)
Broccoli_boi
Bento!?!
…
Don’t tell me…
Insomniac42
Yup. we got another cat :3
Broccoli_boi
Who names your cats!?!
Insomniac42
My dad.
Broccoli_boi
Which one?
Insomniac42
:)
Speaking of, I'm being called by them, so I have to go. ttyl.
Broccoli_boi
I’m just going to assume it was the loud one. ttyl.
Izuku sighed, turning off his phone. A small smile spread across his face. Even if he only knew his friend online, he always managed to put a smile on his face. And naming a cat “bento” was hilarious, in his opinion. Shifting into a more serious manner, Izuku started to plan where he would go and what he would do once he ran away. He was planning to become a vigilante, that much was obvious. He’d have to sleep on the street. Food would be a problem, as 13 year olds can’t really get jobs, much less quirkless ones. He also wouldn't be able to go to school, although that wasn’t much of a problem right now, as he was already ahead of his grade. He continued planning on and on late into the night, ignoring the edging hunger in his gut.
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Shinsou sat staring at his phone, a slight grin on his face.
Insomniac42
My dad.
Broccoli_boi
Which one?
Insomniac42
:)
Speaking of, I'm being called by them, so I have to go. ttyl.
Broccoli_boi
I’m just going to assume it was the loud one. ttyl.
He got up, moving the small grey and black cat off his lap and heading downstairs. His dad slept on the couch while his pa cooked dinner. Beef curry.
“Toshi, you mind helping me with this? Its, uhhhh-” he looked at the mess made. Curry sauce everywhere, dirty dishes and ingredients stacked up precariously on the island. Sighing, Hitoshi caught a bowl as Razzle pawed it off the table.
“How did this even happen?” Hitoshi asked, his face turned into one of amusement. Before Hizashi could answer, the lid on the pot blew off and curry sauce drenched the pink apron the cockatoo-man was wearing.
“That was my favorite apron!” he pouted. Shota walked into the room, grumbling under his breath at the mess.
“We're getting takeout.” he said, staring at his husband and shaking his head. All three began to clean the disaster-struck room, Hizashi laughing nervously as the other two cursed at the mess he made.
A/N Word count - 1143
Yay! Another chapter! stuff's about to get started. If you have any critics or ideas for the plot, I would love to hear them!
~Inky
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