1 ~ prologue

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After a day of following his fathers orders Izuku wasn't sure if he wanted to be a pro hero anymore, after all his father was one and deku wanted more than anything to be nothing like him.

Izuku's father was a cruel man, beating him for every tiny mistake anyone made, weather it was his sons fault or not; his body covered in bruises and burns from his dads beatings. Izuku assumes his father was like this due to the fact he had to return to his son after the passing of his mother, he left because he didn't want a quirkless child, Izuku was useless in his fathers eyes because he believe that his son could never be a hero; dispite having a quirk now and being enrolled in UA.

Back in his bedroom Izuku began to undress himself to try and get settled for another sleepless night, as he pulled off his long shirt and reached out for a new one his gaze landed on his arms; immediately he felt his throat choke up at the deep red slits encasing the entirety of both his arms. Suddenly Izuku felt a wave of despair hit him and almost instinctively he slid down his trousers to run his fingers across the discoloured burns marking his thighs and calves; he felt his eyes well up with tears and rushed to the bathroom, almost unable to see he started searching through the cupboards only to pull a small box out from underneath the sink. As Izuku opened the box he removed a sharp blade and pressed it firmly to his skin (it no longer looked much like skin due to the amount of scars and open wounds though) he took a deep breath and quickly dragged the blade across in one swift motion. There he was done, he would leave now but he quietly whispered to himself "just one more" and he did it again, and again, and again, untill he lost count; he began to notice his vision fading and then he was out.

(word count: 354)
( i know that this part was short but that's cos it's the prologue, i'll write more for other chapters)

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