A/n 13 reads and five votes. Thank you guys really, encourages me quite a lot
Izuku Midoriya
Blank, unmoving.
Words were being spoken but I couldn't bring myself to listen to them talk more about reply.
Instead I found myself in a repeated void, Hisashi locking me there everytime while I prayed for my mom.
But she wasn't coming.
I hadn't seen my mom since I woke up and the doctors had done a pretty good job of hiding her whereabouts.
But I was confused.
Should I hate her?
The question itself had been lingering at the back of my head haunting me like a constructor worker who died in a conveyor belt to her company.
I mean yes, she did try to abandon me. She tried to leave me after her promises, but I should have seen it coming.
It happened with kachan after all . He promised we'd be heroes together but I came out as quirkless, clinging onto false hope that I still could be a hero.
Everyone is blind to leave me and it's my fault.
It's my fault.
I shouldn't exist.
'you don't deserve to live.'
I don't deserve to live, a worthless trash, taking space in the over populated earth.
'you don't deserve to die either'
I don't deserve to die.
I let the words that the voice whispered in a hushed tone, letting them sink within.
'you only deserve to suffer'
My breath hitched.
It was right. I didn't deserve to live and yet I still didn't deserve to take the easy route out of pain and die.
I only deserved to suffer.
*
With Aizawa
"So dad" Hitoshi drawled out in his famous bored tone as he glanced at me. His Gucci eyebags
Prominent regardless of the sleeping pills his on.
"Yes?" I asked. A brow arched up, my face expression neutral.
Hizashi and I adopted Hitoshi Shinsou around two years back, winter making it three.
When we got to the orphanage, he stood out, Hizashi made a joke about him having eyebags that rivaled my own and being a secret love child of mine.
The latter though had hit home and we had to enquire from the caretaker about him.
In which she decided to tell us he had a villainous quirk whose parents had thrown him there and that sealed it.
I had first hand experience of knowing what 'having a villainous quirk' could do to you. It didn't seem like the lady actually cared how he was treated and I didn't want to leave him there.
So we adopted him.
"Papa said your planning on adopting another child" he drawled out, promptly making me choke on my coffee as I held the thermoflask on my hand tightly
He stared at me, his gaze unmoving almost blank except from the hint of sadistic amusement in his eyes.
Silence
"Well.... - he drawled out - are you?" He asked. Paying no attention to the coughing fit I just had.
"Hitoshi...- I began trailing off looking at my son, my ever present blank stare present as I stared into his equally blank eyes- try learning basic human emotions. It'll help you in the long run" I deadpanned.
He chucked as he left me in the kitchen walking towards the door. " I Already know, pain despair and suffering.... What more is there to know?" He said before leaving.
I dropped my cooled cup of coffee down, making a mental note to have a psych evaluation for Hitoshi, questioning his mental stability as I made my way through the door he just left.
'just in. The origin of the fire in Mustafu third district that happened two weeks and a half has been confirmed. According to police investigations and testimonies of the neighbors, it was caused by 47 year old Hisashi Midoriya, charged with arson, manslaughter, and three different types of abuse. In the process, his wife Inko Midoriya lost her life, in Mustafa general hospital, by three a.m the following day and their son, whose Izuku Midoriya is still admitted in the hospital suffering severe trauma, both in the physical and in the mental aspect.
Further more, upon more investigation a corpse had been found in the alleys of Hosu. The cause of death being suicide and the body found to belong to Hisashi -'
The TV screen turned blank, my mind barely registering the yelp that escaped Hitoshi's lips and I took the remote from his grasp.
"Dad?" He questioned, is voice void of the usual suppressed emotion, worry clear in them. I let out no reply as I threw the remote at the chair and stormed of, to the comfort of my bedroom.
Hizashi laid on the bed, reading glasses perched on his nose as he looked through his laptop, seemingly startled as I came in abruptly.
"What happened?" He asked after seemingly calming his racing heart from the shock of me barging in.
I ignored him and made way to my side of the bed " That boy I saved" I started shakily "he doesn't deserve this"
Hizashi took it as his cue to close the laptop, setting it by the bedide table he crawled over to me, wrapping his hands around my neck.
"No one deserves that Sho-"
"He's fucking father commitred suicide" I growled out frustratedly, My plans to hunts down the bastard and make him suffer going down the drain.
"He Burnt his wife and then left his son to die. He ran away like a fucking c-"
" So I've he hadn't and was still alive, you would have found him and then what? Beat him harder than he beat his wife? " Hizashi questioned.
" I don't know" I replied, the sound of my own voice shocking me .
My whole reaction was shocking me, normally I never got involved in a case, talk more about being attached to a kid.
I'd given many kids to orphanages, taken them to councelling centers. But never has my heart ever ached like this.
"Do you wanna adopt him?" Hizashi whispered, his voice so small that I barely heard him.
Hesitantly I nodded. "Please"
No further words were spoken as he wrapped his hands around my shoulders, the silent sobs and my body shaking giving away the emotion I tried so desperately to hide.
Yet I didn't know why the tears left my eyes.
Short A/: sorry for not updating. Already had the draft but shitty network. Thanks. Please vote if you liked it. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
