Axis (old)

Chapter 2:Oh how we crumble.

A/N: I changed it. Izuku is 12. This is very important for the timeline to make sense. Thank you for reading.
Warning for attempted suicide, alcohol, and self harm.

Izukus POV:

I stepped in the house. Taking off my shoes at the door. I never told Ma how tight they were now. No reason to make her buy something we probably couldn't afford.

I realized dinner was already made. Tucked in a box like it was left overs. Except it was fresh, container warm to the touch.

I heard water running. When I called out behind the door, Ma didn't answer. I was quick to burst in when I realized water was leaking under the crack of the door, making the cheap floor bubble and crack.

Ma was passed out cold, vomit dripping down her chin.

She was fully clothed. She probably got drunk. And kept drinking. Until she was almost dead. There was almost no pulse. Almost no air left to fill her lungs.

That's when I noticed that glass slicing the bottom of my feet. Clear glass. With a print on it. I recognized the bottle. From when I took a sip. Or two. Or three from time to time. Ma never noticed.

I picked her up, carrying her to the couch. Ignoring her sleeve rolling up, showing puffy scars, some more irritated than others.

I grabbed her cellphone. Dialing the number I'd never tried dialing before. Never dared.

I think I interrupted the operator lady. To focused on the blood rushing to my ears and trying not to cry I supposed.

"My mom is suffering from alcohol intoxication. She's unconscious."

"Stay calm. How old are you?"

"12."

A whispered 'oh my' could be heard through the phone. "What's your address? And name. We'll have paramedics and a hero sent right away."

The rest of the call was just technicality. I had to stay on the line.

So while I waited, I thought about things. How I figured out Hisashi (not dad) payed rent when Ma couldn't afford it. She'd stopped going to work two weeks ago. There was no eviction notice.

I thought about the medical bills. Listing what I know she'd need. Probably at the stage of a coma. Oxygen therapy, IV, catheter, vitamins and glucose, stomach pump, charcoal-

Third Person (Limited):

Aizawa was closest to the address, a small apartment complex. Room 63.

It was a kid who called, 12. With a surprising amount of knowledge on Alcohol Intoxication. Which was concerning and convenient. Izuku Midoryia.

He sat in a chair pulled close to the couch, two fingers on his mother's wrist. His foot tapped consistently. Likely matching that of the pulse. He wasn't crying. It didn't look like he had been either. His eyes were far off though, somehow dull and dead while simultaneously being bright. Green. Not like trees or flower stems. Closer to a poison or emerald maybe.

Aizawa walked up to him, assuring the paramedics would take care of his mom.

"They'll take care of her if we can afford it, you mean. Eraserhead." The boy said, his voice was light. Slightly raspy. He sounded like a child. But didn't speak like one.

"I'm surprised you know me."

"Underground hero. Only one who patrols around here from time to time. Known to work with vigilantes. Quirk cancels out others putting you on an even playing field so to speak. Quirk poorly suited in fights with mutants." He whispered in response. The way he spoke was odd, short and to the point. Some sentences spoken like notes.

Third person (limited, switch to Tsukauchi):

Aizawa warned him about Midoryia. Something strange about the child who didn't act much like a child.

"My father's out of town currently. But he can afford medical bills."

Truth.

"Do you have a place to stay in the meantime?"

"The apartment is fine. I'll manage. Hisas- Dad pays the rent of course."

"What about a family friend? Or close relative?"

"I don't have friends."

Truth.

Tsukauchi focused on the boy's eyes.

His calm expression remained.

"Why do you care? I'm just a quirkless."

Tsukauchi didn't want him to go. The chief didn't care enough to spend more time on him.

Izuku Midoryia wasn't seen again.

Not until 3 years later at least. At the UA entrance exams.

Third person/No one:
And maybe somewhere out on the streets. But no one knows that. No one knows Axis.