It's Okay, I'm Not Okay.

Chapter 4: Dadzawa is here.

"Kacchan--Katsuki and I were childhood friends. Ever since we were in diapers, our mothers who were high school besties had made sure that their children would be best friends as well. We were inseparable as toddlers. If one wasn't around the other, tantrums would ensure in the respective household on that day. Somehow, we would only find comfort in one other.

Katsuki's quirk came in a couple of months before he turned four. That meant the children and people around him immediately formed an admiration towards him. I was one of them as well. To be honest, I just wanted to know what my quirk was, even if it was my mother's telekinesis, I didn't care. Kacchan and I had promised to be heroes together.

The day my quirk manifested, Kacchan hadn't come over to my apartment, because he had a viral cold. I wasn't allowed to visit in the fear I would catch the cold, and as you can guess, my parents witnessed "Emote's" deadlier side. Both woke up hours later, having been knocked out by it, with raging headaches, but more importantly I was lying on the ground and was at the point where I had almost stopped breathing. I was rushed to the hospital and my parents were given two options: let me try quirk counseling and take a risk of me almost dying again or curb the quirk until I was old enough to control it. My father chose the second, my mother disagreeing, but he threatened to take me away if she did not comply. He decided to tell me and everyone we knew, that I was quirkless.

Kacchan did not take it well, though he was supportive at first.

As the years passed, I started experimenting with boy clothes and there were days when my father would fight my mom. I, being just a child would escape to the Bakugou's; Katsuki and Auntie Mitsuki would be my solace. At the same time, Katsuki was also being influenced by others; he started talking back to me in a rude tone at times, insulting me, and even saying hurtful things when he was surrounded by the other people who I had considered my friends then. The situation at home kept worsening, my father to cement the fact he covered my quirk up, would insult me for being quirkless, and for being a freak for embracing my gender-fluidity. By the time I was eleven, he decided to never come back home for the holidays he got.

As for Katsuki and now my group of tormentors, every day with them became worse and worse to the point I'd come home with burns and injuries, crying my eyes out, with my mother silently cleaning and wrapping them, with me sometimes ending up in bed with my arms scratched up again. She informed the school many times which was of no use and one day, she apologized and confessed. While I was relieved that I had a quirk, I somewhat agreed with why my father had selected the second option; I had hurt my parents then. I decided to let the inhibitors stay in my body for a while.

I was twelve when the sludge villain attack happened, the inhibitors broke that day when the guy tried taking over my body. My quirk had somehow spurred me on more, hence later why I had somehow rushed to save my former childhood friend turned bully. All Might had then noticed me and for the next year, I trained, acquiring "One for All" in the process. By the time the last year of Middle school rolled around, I had control of around twenty percent of it and All Might had started my quirk counseling with Nezu as well.

When I showed off "One for All" finally on a quirk assessment test a month in, Katsuki stopped.

No insults, no using his explosions on me, no roughhousing between the lectures. His group of tormentors, his 'friends' too, stayed away from me. I had already stopped talking to people a couple of years ago, only conversing with my mother. It hurt to think that Katsuki's main motive for bullying was the fact he thought I was quirkless, and now that I had one, I had expected an apology at the least. But nope. Never got one.

Even though Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki have become such good friends, I always think about the best friend I lost. The one who was kind, protective, loved to show-off; the one who always needed to be by my side all the time. I lost my safe haven too in the process, I haven't talked to Auntie Mitsuki in years. He's found another group of friends here, and even though I know they are different from his previous one, I am scared that they'd do the same things too. After being exposed to so much hate, I am just scared. I want my best friend back, but at the same time, I hate him so much! I hurt my own self so much. I even considered suicide. How fucked up is that for a kid barely even in their teens to think something like that?

I hate it. I hate that I still love him, and even though he hurt me, I still want him back in my life. I avoid him and anything and anyone associated with him because these emotions then spring up when I am around him. I know exactly why there's a pain in my heart, yet I deny it. Tell me Sensei. Why is this so fucked up?"

Shota had no answer, except to take the now sobbing child into his arms and rub their back. He was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. He could relate to what Izuku felt, having received hate towards himself in the past, but it was never easy to console someone who was broken beyond you were.

All he knew, Izuku needed someone to be there, and he'd be that person for them.

Outside Izuku's room, standing quietly next to the opened door, was Katsuki.

CHAPTER 4 ENDS.

**AN: If you think I the author myself while writing this was not crying, you'd be wrong. It's really sad that Izuku goes through so much in the anime and manga and has such a strong front, and Izuku here too is very strong as well. They still need closure and only Katsuki is going to give that to them. I hope this is angst well written. Lemme know. Stay Tuned for the next one!**