Vengeance

Prolog

Izuku

I remember the day as though it was only hours ago. My parent's and siblings' blood splattered around the house. Their lifeless bodies all sat on the couch. Their throats slit and they're eyes stuck open with terror. It was a horror movie only real. I remember a police officer dragging me away from the god-awful scene. I remember swearing vengeance on their murderer. Promising them that their death will be anything but peaceful. That they will suffer as did my parents and siblings. Now, all I have to do is find them.

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3 years later(11 years old)

My social worker-Izumi Haruno- walks me into yet another foster home. It's been like this ever since I was eight and my family was slaughtered. I'm greeted with the fake smile of the matron as he talks to Ms. Haruno. He turns towards me and smiles before e kneeling over to shake my hand. "Hello, Midoriya. I'm Mr. Suzaki. I'm gonna be your new foster father. We're gonna be great friends. The look in his eyes alone makes me feel uneasy. His aura alone screams pervert. I want to run but, I know I won't have anywhere to go. I'll just end up in another foster home. One probably worst than this one will be.
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6 months later(11 years old)

As I sit in my window seat, a cigarette in hand, Mr. Suzaki barges in. A look of rage fills her features. How dare you little brat. Stealing my cigarettes," he snaps. I look him in the eye fully and respond. "I didn't steel jack. My friend got em from the drug store last week." It's not like he'll care. All the old pig cares about is money, sex, and alcohol. As long as we're all alive, he could care less about what the kids in this disgusting house do. He often uses me as his sex toy just for the fun of it. Fucking pedophile. The look on his face alone tells me exactly what he's here for. In all honesty, I don't even show the man fear anymore. I don't see the point. No matter what I say or do, he won't stop. He never does.

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2 years later(13 years old)

Ms. Haruno storms into the house with pure anger on her face. "You bitch!" She snaps. "I can't believe you actually punched Mr. Suzaki. He took care of you all this time. This is the 5th house I've put you in. What is wrong with you?" She growls. Mr. Suzaki deserved the punch I gave him. The old bastard stole my cigarettes. Everyone who knows me knows that's crossing a line. They're the only thing keeping me sane in this fucked up world.
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1 month later(13 years old)

"Be good Midoriya," Ms. Haruno mumbles through her fake smile. Her hand rests on the back of my neck. The door opens and standing in front of me is an elderly woman. She has to be in her sixties or seventies. She stinks of weed and alcohol. As much as I'm in no place to judge but, she's the matron to a bunch of kids. She shouldn't reek of alcohol and drugs. "You stink," I tell her bluntly. A large tick mark forms on her head but, she continues to smile. I wince in pain as Ms. Haruno pinches me on the back of my neck. "Now now Midoryai. Mrs. Tanaka was kind enough to take you in." "Oh kids and their humor," Mrs. Tanaka smiles in a fake tone. I look at her annoyed before speaking again. "I wasn't joking," I say even blunter than before. After a quick introduction, I'm practically thrown into the house. As soon as Ms. Haruno's car is out of the driveway, Mrs. Tanaka's smile fades. "You'll be rooming with Shinso," she sighs. "Just a word of warning, don't talk to the little brat. He'll have you under his control in an instant."

She leads me to the last door in the hall before walking off. I open the door and see an indigo-haired boy laying on the top bunk. He's throwing a baseball up and down at the ceiling. "You must be Shinso," I say, throwing my bag on the bed. When he doesn't respond, I think back on what the old hag said. He's probably been taught not to say a word. "I don't know why that old bitch has taught you but, you can talk to me. I'm not afraid of whatever quirk you have," I tell him.

I unpack the little things I shove before reaching the camera my father gifted me the day of their slaughter. After all, it was my birthday. Shinso glances back at me confused. "Even if I told you I could have you under my control right now?" He asks warily. Surprisingly to the both of us, I burst out laughing.

"Chill dude," I say between wheezes. I haven't laughed like this in five years. The worst part is I don't even know why. I just feel like it. "I like you already, man," I say. Shinso simply rolls his eyes though, I see the hint of a smile underneath his annoyance.