As You Wish

Recollections

"It started when I was a kid, the reason I was shocked when Mina called Bakugo Kacchan is because I was the only one who called him that. But anyway, even before everything went to complete shit Bakugo has been very aggressive" started Izuku, dropping his formal tone

"He would kick my ass every day, he'd bring me out to the forest near our school and then shove me in a ditch and run away. My mom didn't care clearly, as I would be missing for a few days at a time. But I couldn't really expect much, she hasn't talked once since I was 3 when my dad was killed in a villain attack"

"Your dad?" Momo questioned

"My dad was the quirkless number 3 hero Deku, the useless hero, and I always wanted to follow in his footsteps, ya know being quirkless like him and all. Well it doesn't matter now, the guy is dead. But anyway after my dad died and I decided I wanted to be a hero like him, Bakugo started calling me Deku, ya know because he was the useless hero and I was kind of a wimp." Izuku looked off into nothing

"The guy only acted worse, and the name was given even deeper meaning when, like my dad was, I was diagnosed as quirkless. The guy kinda just stopped seeing me as a person and more of like an object, free for him to use in any way. The situation was the same with the rest of the school, it being a K-12 school with transfer options if one wanted to apply for a middle or high school. Bakugo, now armed and dangerous with his quirk, would beat the crap out of me daily" Izuku said shaking his head. He looked Momo in the eyes and asked her a question

"Ever wonder why he was so adept at battle and why his quirk was so honed? It was because he practiced on me. The guy is fucking sick in the head. He used to play this game where his friend with wings would pick me up and drop me from high up and he'd try and hit me like a clay pigeon"
Momo put her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

"That's where I got this baby" Izuku laughed bitterly, rolling up the bottom of his tux. There was a massive scar. (Think of All Might's wound)

"That was kinda how it went for a solid few years, up until 7th grade, when Bakugo went too far. The guy had finished a clay pigeon session and was mostly done with me. Now most of the other students in the school knew about what went on and mostly just tripped me in the halls, but Bakugo handed me off to some 12th graders. I remember everything so fucking vividly" Izuku growled, his eyes filling up with tears as he remembered the events that transpired that afternoon.

"It was an hour or two after school was over when he was done with me, but since clubs ran for 3 hours max the building was still open. Bakugo kinda dragged me along the floor to a room of 12th grade boys, basically throwing me to the ground. He told them that I was boring and that they could do whatever they wanted to me, and he wouldn't tell anyone. I mean it's not like him telling anyone would matter"
Izuku struggled to stop the cries of anger, resentment, and depression escape his mouth as he told the story until he stopped altogether, Momo knew what he meant anyway.

He was like a completely different person, the Izuku she was used to seeming almost like a distant memory, this small helpless boy who needed serious help taking his place. Izuku continued to sob into his hands, his misery overtaking him.

Momo said nothing, as any attempt to talk would do nothing. She reached over to the boy, cupping her hand around his cheek. Izuku leaned into it, placing his hands on hers. She drew his head towards her placing his head against her chest, stroking his hair and hugging the tortured soul.

She couldn't do any more than that for the boy, but what she did do was enough for him, the sobs fading slowly, muffled by her chest.

Soon the sobbing turned into minimal crying, Momo feeling his breath grow steady against her breast. She kept the boy close, comforting him.

Soon the crying stopped and, after a few sniffles, Izuku lifted his head from her and looked at her right in the eyes. He gazed into her comforting charcoal eyes, being taken away by the comforting look she was giving him. Maybe getting everything off his chest for the first time in his 16 years of living was a good thing. And for the first time in so many long, torturous years...

He felt free.
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    -0kHomie