Axis (old)

Chapter 4:Long time no see.

TW: Implied/referenced underage drinking/ smoking, substance abuse, and sex. Implied/referenced Self harm/suicidal thoughts.

A tall kid, with long green hair pulled up in a bun. Dull eyes and scars everywhere. One ran up his face starting at his jaw and ending just at the cheekbone. Another above his lip. Two starburst scars were on his cheek. One more around his eye, slicing into his eyebrow. He was tanned but still looked ghostly somehow.

He was wearing a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His navy pants looked too short, like he had a growth spurt but didn't purchase a new uniform. A blazer of the same navy color was draped over his shoulder and he was lazily tapping at a phone. The only thing about his clothes that stood out was the bright red converse he wore.

And who was this? Izuku Midoryia. How could Aizawa ever forget?

Izuku's POV:

*flashback*
"Hey mister."

"Hey kid." I put out the cigarette on the bench we sat on.

"My sisters gone right now. Making money. She won't be back for another week."

"How long she been gone?" I knew his sister, she'd grown up too fast like all the other kids around here. After their mother died she started going out to clubs and parties. People paid her for whatever. There were plenty of shitbags to pay her for whatever they wanted. She was the pretty blonde girl with curls.

"A few weeks. Went to another area for a bit. A different place with younger people to make her come home early in the morning instead of at night."

"What's your name kid?"

"Aoi. Yours?"

"Izuku."

No one gave last names around here. Everyone knows that.

"Look kid, you have no reason to trust me, y' know. Cause people are shit. But you can stay with me for the week, or at least come eat some dinner."

"I trust you. My quirk shows auras. I'm blind by the way."

"Hm."

"Do you go out at night and come home early too?"

"Yeah kid. I do."

"It's okay."

"Thanks."
*flashback over*

3rd Person POV:

"Sir! I firmly believe it is an embarrassment for a prestigious school such as U.A. to make such a mistake!" The boy with glasses shouted firmly, waving his arms in chopping like motions. "And you! That is both distracting and rude!" He pointed to Izuku, who had been flicking an old knife open and closed.

Iida could almost feel his blood chill at the glare the scarred boy sent him and suddenly it felt like he was much older than Iida, what he'd seen. What he knows.

He said nothing to Iida's comment in return, but he couldn't help feeling like he'd been evaluated and dismissed by the green haired boy.

When Iida saw the scarred boy again, he realized how tall he was. And the scarred skin seemed ever more prominent in the bright daylight. Along with bandages wrapped around his arms up to his button up shirt. Odd he hasn't changed into gym clothes, but that was none of Tenya's business anyways.

Ochaco looked at him. She supposed everyone probably spared at least a glance at the interesting character. He stood out. Perhaps as much as the boy with eight arms or the one with a beast quirk.

His eyes perplexed her. So empty. But sad. They were probably beautiful once.

Izuku was focused on his breathing, how fast his heart beat in his chest, the blood rushing to his ears.

Not thinking about the angry lines on his arm nor how the crimson prickled under the blade, trapped behind a ripped up t-shirt and bandaged.

And he was counting. Points calculated in his head.

One

Two

Three.

Fifty-two.

Points for rescuing that girl, probably.

Twenty more.

I'm so impressed, especially since-

A truly remarkable applicant.

Remarkable and all while-

Very talented.

Truly! Along with the-

A hero in the makings.

Perhaps he should choose something else considering-

Quirkless.

Izuku's POV:

I was the first one in the class room, that was my time to sleep. Tucking my head into my arms, wishing I got sleep last night. But I didn't, because I took in Aoi for a bit, who needs food. Not just food. Dinner. I said dinner. I told him that with the warm buzz of alcohol. There are two ways we can make money in that area. And I do both. The perfect equation for virtually no sleep. Well, three. If you count the whole other thing.

Third person POV:

Iida was second into the classroom, immediately noticing the sleeping figure in the seat next to the windows and under the vent.

It was none of Iida's business of course, so he moved on quickly after seeing small purple bruises and bite marks exposed when the scarred boy breathed. His shirt was obviously small, rising up and down with the even breaths of sleep.

Aizawa made his way down to the classroom after finishing up breakfast with Yamada in the lounge, slightly surprised by the two teens already in the room. One being Tenya Iida, the other Izuku Midoryia.