A boy name Izuku Deku Midoriya was left abandoned in a alleyway when he was four years old. It wasn't long until a scar face man saved him of his cruel fate, or was it? Was this life the boy has to stay in for the rest of his life, or is there ano...
The time has come to know our hot and cold boy we all know in love.
Warning: Child abuse, mild blood, attempt of rape and past abuse. Please if any of these things trigger you don't read. Also, if you are struggling with anything get the help you need, because you matter don't throw your life away.
Now to the story
Shoto POV:
Fuyumi was applying ointment on my burned arm as she starts to wrap it genitally with soft bandages.
" Shoto you can't just let father do this to you, one of these days you won't come out with only just burns." my sister said softly.
I got aggravated of what she said that I snapped at her" WELL WHAT YOU EXPECT ME TO DO FUYUMI! LAST TIME I CHECK YOU DON'T STAND UP TO FATHER EITHER SO WHATS MAKES YOU THINK THAT I CAN!" I growled/ yelled in her face. I soon regretted it as soon she started crying and ran to her room slamming it shut.
I let out silent curse as I slowly walked toward my older sister room, I slowly raised my fist to knock, but I hesitated and walked away. I went out the door and decided to go on for a walk to the beach getting some fresh air sounds nice right now. I go to the beach were people started throwing their garbage because nobody wanted to clean it.
I come here every once in a while, pick up some trash hoping people will walk by and see me and decide to clean the place up, but never happen yet. I started picking up some of the trash that was near the shoreline don't wanting the trash to go out the sea and the animals that live there get stuck in all the junk.
Hey, I may seem cold hearted baster, but truth is I'm actually the opposite I just hide my feelings because father said it's a weakness to show emotions. If I'm honest to myself, I just don't want people to see my pain I don't want to be pitied. I don't want people to know that I'm in pain, that my father hurts me every day fiscally and emotionally.
I got so frustrated with my thoughts that I kicked a rusted toaster into one of the garbage piles. As soon as the rush adrenaline left my body as fast as it came my toes started hurting like a mother trucker. Have you ever seen in a movie when character stubbed their toe and they start hopping around holding their injured foot? well that's what I'm doing now, how childish. If that wasn't bad, then what happen next certainly was. A snarling aggressive hound that was apparently sleeping in the pile of garbage that the toaster landed earlier, got hit by the stupid thing and started chasing me.
Sometimes I wonder if my life can get any worse. Okay scratched what I just said universe I don't need any more things chasing me a Hound was enough. Oh, if you're wondering where I am now, I happen to be on top a monkey bar in the city's park. The stupid beast is right underneath me barking up at me. Don't even ask why I'm afraid of dogs ok, I have a very good reason why I'm afraid of them.
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