Abused Izuku- Dadzawa

Introduction/ backstory

hi there peeps so i know i have't yet finished the previos story but i was in science today and wrote this. I knew i would forget it by the time i finished the previos story so it looks like im doing 2 stories at once. sorry for the  delay with the other dadzawa story. #writersblockeffingsucks

In a world where only 20% of people didn't have magic known as quirks and only 10% of the world have magic strong enough to become heroes and be famous. A young boy had the most powerful quirk ever recorded but that comes with a price. One that could kill him. So in a rush and in the young boys best interests the doctor that found out his quirk marked him as quirkless and told everyone he was. Then just to be safe he asked the young boy to manipulate his memory so that only the young boy knows the secret. As he delivered the news to his parents, who weren't the most patient and caring of parents in the world I mean what can you expect from the leader of the league of villains and his wife, an aura showing only pure hatred was emitted.

After getting the news the two parents felt only pure hatred towards him and in hope, he either absorbed the magic or die from overworked and abuse they began using him as a training bag and soon enough the league joined. The school wasn't much better for the young boy. He still had Kacchan but every teacher and student hated him and hated the fact he still came to school every day.

One day as the young boy arrived home from school he opened the door and knocked off a vase that his parents stole on their first robbery together, safe to say it was important to them. Lucky for him his parents had people over and although they were shitty parents they didn't want Izuku taken off them so just gave him a look saying punishment later. As the visitor left Izuku readied himself for the repercussions but lucky for him his parents had forgotten why they were mad at him and only knew they were mad at him so they picked up the malnourished boy and threw him out of the house then closed and locked the door. You see the young boy's body scrapped across the concrete peeling off every scab, reopened every stitch and injured every uninjured part of his body (which wasn't really a lot). The boy showed no reaction to the pain, no reaction to being thrown out of the house just nothing. The young boy felt slight heat on his back, the sun was rising so in a hurry to avoid people and questions he just bared with the blood that was currently sprinting down his leg and crawled into an alley. Unlucky for him however a hobo-looking hero has been out on patrol and spotted the boy and his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the young boy. He saw the slight change in the boy's direction and dropped into the alley, crossed his arms looking kind of impatient and looked stern whilst waiting for the boy to arrived 

539 words. see you guys next part of either story <3