Deku-Centric One-shots

There Isn't Any God

There Isn't Any God
Rusty Cage
Child abuse, child abandonment, quirk discrimination so technically still discrimination, profanity, I expected there to be more sadists, trauma go brrrrr

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Wow, I have an apparent obsession with insane/demon/villain Deku for one-shots. Like, TWO have just been our boy being our normal boy.

Anyhow, sorry I haven't written any one-shots lately. I've created so many covers and I have so many ideas and school hates me so absolutely zero motivation for any of them.

Also, yes, actual song that I think JustaKidwithStories mentioned at some point and here we are.

Boom.

Anyways, this contains the whole "Christian parents being toxic" deal and I do acknowledge the fact that many, if not most (excluding Texas we do not stan Texas) Christians are in fact very accepting of people and their sexualities, opinions, and differences, as well as cultures and boundaries. I know they're not all Karens, I'm just writing like this for plot reasons. I don't mean to offend anybody.

I'm just really bored.

Anyhow, on with the demon show!

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"And stay the FUCK OUT!" Inko screamed as she slammed the door with enough force to shake the walls and cause bits of plaster to rain down.

The dirty white stuck out like a sore thumb in Izuku's mostly black hair. It flecked his curled horns like bits and pieces of stardust.

He sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. This was the third time that week, and of course the same thing happened. Izuku would come back home after a night on the cold streets and crawl in through his window. His mother would eventually find him hiding under his bed and proceed to yell and scream and kick him right back out.

This time, Izuku had gained a fresh bruise.

He touched it tenderly, wincing as it stung. His pointed tail flicked irritably, snaking up and down his arms. It was thin as paper and almost as tall as he was. The end was tipped with a tiny red spear.

Izuku stood up shakily, mumbling bitterly as he trekked down the streets. All of this, and because of his stupid quirk. Because Mom was too scared. Because she thought the Devil had poisoned her child and the only way to 'stay faithful to the Lord' was to get rid of him.

And really, Izuku should feel lucky that didn't include splashing boiling water on his bare body and burning him alive, but excuse him if he also doesn't appreciate sleeping outside in the winter with nothing but the thinnest hoodie known to man.

The ten year old kicked a cracked rock down the road, sending it skittering into an old woman's rosebush. He growled at the sight, thinking back to the amount of times he'd pricked and cut himself just to get a few for his mom. It all seemed so stupid now, how he itched for her smile and her love.

Now his nails, sharper than average and a deep black, itched to rake across something, to see it tear and crumble underneath him.

Minutes later, the rosebush was a collection of blood red petals and thorns. Izuku sucked the blood off his fingers, continuing down the street to the canal.

He took a path through the woods and entered into the old canal. Years ago, a river coursed through regularly, and kids would play in the shallow water. Now it was overgrown with weeds and roaches. He continued down under the bridge. From there he scrambled into a large crevice in the side.