(TW: sensitive chapter!! graphic depictions of abuse. Panic attack after that. Go to end of chapter for a full summary. Your mental health is important.)
"Mama?...." Izuku asked as he peaked out of his bedroom. The yelling had stopped so Izuku thought it might be ok to come out now. He quietly padded to the kitchen where papa sat at the kitchen table all by himself. Mamas shoes were gone so he guesses that she left for a little while. Izuku turned to hide back in his room until mama came back. Papa had a bad temper and Izuku didn't want to anger him. Sadly Izuku didn't get very far.
"Oi, brat get... get over here!" Daddy slurred. He was drunk again. Better to just do as he says than disobey. Izuku knew better than to not listen to his father the first time.
"Ye-yeah d-d-da-daddy?" Izuku asked carefully walking to the table.
"Has your damn quirk manifested yet?" Daddy asked. 'Mama hadn't told daddy yet' Izuku thought to himself. The doctor said he wouldn't get one. Daddy won't be happy.
"Umm th-the doc-doctor said th-th-t-that I-I-"
"Just spit it out already!" Daddy yelled at him.
Izuku flinched but continued. "I'm q-q-qui-quirkless." It was completely silent. Izuku was scared to look up at his dad afraid that if he did then he'd see the fury he knew was in his daddy's eyes. Against his better judgment Izuku looked up from the floor. Izuku flinched at the look he was given.
"How the hell can one kid be so fucking useless?!" He yelled at the trembling child.
"S-sorry. I-I'm so-sorry." Izuku tried apologizing, sometimes it helped. This time however it did not. Daddy grabbed Izuku's arm and shoved him into the wall. Izuku whimpered, this seemed to make the man even more upset.
"Shut up! A pathetic little thing like you isn't a loud to make noise!" Daddy continued to yell and hit little Izuku. He was sitting in the corner waiting for his father to just get bored and stop hurting him. Izuku was biting his lip, so he didn't make noise, So hard that it started to bleed.
Izuku nearly let out a sigh of relief when daddy turned around and walked to the sink. That relief didn't last long as his dad turned back around with a metal frosting spatula. He had a grin that Izuku could only describe as villainous. Izuku immediately tried to run. Everything in him told him that this was a very bad situation. The man easily grabbed him though and shoved him to the ground. Izuku was lying on his side, face shoved to the ground. Izuku could hear his father activate his quirk. Izuku knew that the frosting spatula was pressed against his stomach and, at first, didn't really feel anything.
How he wished it stayed like that. In a matter of seconds Izuku was screaming in pain as daddy dragged the burning hot metal across his stomach and to his side. Izuku sobbed and screamed, begging his dad to stop. But the man didn't. Izuku didn't know when it stopped, he passed out after only two minutes of the intense pain.
(Izuku's dad, Hisashi, burned him)
"Stop it! Stop it! Please!" Izuku woke up screaming, tears streaming down his face.
"Deku? Deku, what's wrong?" He heard Eraserhead ask him with a hint of panic in his voice. Izuku huffed air into his lungs trying to forget about that memory. He reacted when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Izuku swung his fist blindly in the direction of the hand. His hand was redirected into the bed. Izuku then jumped backwards with a sob. He would have fallen to the floor if not for the damn cuff. Technically he did fall on the floor, all the cuff did was dislocate his arm. Izuku wasn't paying attention to the pain though and instead in his panic he stood and pulled at the cuff hysterically.
"I-I wanna g-go-go ho-home! Please... I d-don't wa-wanna be he-here..." the boy sobbed. Usually he had the option to just leave and walk off a panic attack and distract himself by patrolling, but now he was stuck. Stuck in a new, scary, and unpredictable place with people he didn't understand. Everything in him was telling him to fight, but luckily one small voice told him that was a bad idea.
"Deku, I need you to calm down." Someone said next to him. He... he knew this person. Eraser. Yes, he knew Eraserhead.
"No no no no no no no..." he mumbled over and over to himself between sobs.
"De-Izuku, breath with me, ok?" Eraser said sternly. Izuku nodded to the best of his ability. "In, 1 2 3 4 5. Out, 5 4 3 2 1." The two repeated this until Izuku was breathing fine on his own again. "Ok, good. Can you please get back on to your bed?"
Izuku nodded again knowing he wouldn't be able to talk for a while. He stood and cautiously moved closer to the hospital bed. He winced as he climbed back on, his cuffed arm was in quite a bit of pain.
"What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" The man asked. Izuku hesitated before nodding. He flinched as Eraser sighed. "I'm assuming you hurt your arm when you fell?" Izuku nodded.
"Ok this is getting ridiculous." Eraserhead said before standing and walking to RG's desk and grabbing a note pad and pen. "Here if you can't talk or sign then write." The ravenette set the pad and pen near Izuku, not handing them directly to him. Izuku was great full for that. He was hyper sensitive to touch right now.
"I think I dislocated my arm." He wrote in a neat almost cursive hand writing. "I don't want to be touched." Izuku wrote before the man called RG.
"Your arm needs to be fixed. I can at lest relocate it quickly if you don't want Chiyo touching you right now." Eraser offered. Izuku thought for a second then nodded. Eraserhead stood, walked around, and gently took Izuku's arm. He then swiftly popped it back into socket. It was currently three AM and poor Izuku knew he wouldn't be falling back asleep anytime soon.
At six AM Recovery Girl came in to check on him. She then scolded the two boys about why they should have called her when he first fell. The old woman also lectured them on why popping a shoulder back into socket without a medical professional was all kinds of stupid. Finally at eight AM, Eraserhead had to leave to attend Izuku's meeting- which he himself was apparently not invited to.
(Izuku relieved his father's abuse though a dream. He then woke up and had a bad panic attack and accidentally dislocated his arm)
Hahaha... sooo this morning I was like 'today feels like a good day, I should give my readers an extra chapter this week' and then I saw the chapter and was like 'oh... oh no.' The worst part? The next chapter is even worse... sorry not sorry😅
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