Life after Death

Chapter One

"Happy birthday Izuku!" I hesitantly open my eyes to see my mom holding pancakes with the number 16 written in whipped cream. I sit up and take the plate out of her hands "Thank you, mom." I say smiling. "You're welcome baby," she looks down at her watch and sighs, "I'm sorry baby, I have to go to work but I promise we'll do something for your birthday when I get back. Ok?".

That's what I really loved about my mom, no matter how busy she was, she always made time for me, making sure I knew how much she loved me. My best guess for her actions was because her mother was absent throughout her childhood and my pops, who isn't her biological father, raised her alone. Pops was a friend of her mother, and loved them both dearly, he like my mother made sure she knew he loved her, he was a pro hero so he was always quite busy, but that didn't stop him from spending the little free time he has with his daughter, my mother.

It's always been me and my mother, since I was three anyways, that's when dad "left". My mom always said he left but never talked bad about him like most single parents would talk about their absent partner. Of course I know he didn't leave with bad intentions, I have a photographic memory, I remember every detail of that day. My mother crying, my father promising he would be safe, and telling her something so quietly I couldn't tell, but I knew it was important because when he whispered it into her ear, my mother's eyes widened.

There was an incident before he left, one week before actually, the police had come to our house and arrested him. Me, being three at the time, wandered out of the kitchen, where my father had just given me cookies, wondering what all the noise was. I remember my father smiling trying to reassure me saying, "It's ok Izuku, I'm ok. I know you're smart, can you go get the landline and press the star? That'll call mommy, when you call her tell her to come home because daddy is going somewhere, ok?". That was fun, I waddled out of the room and came back in with the landline and looked at my father, he gave a me a nod telling me I was on the right track. I then pointed to the star and he once again nodded, I pressed it and my mother immediately, not letting it ring more than twice, was on the other line. "Mommy! Someone is holding daddy back and putting something on his hands!" I said with tears in my eyes putting a show on for the cops. "Izuku. Listen very carefully to me. Give the phone to one of the strangers. Ok, baby?" she said obviously not calm but not wanting to give anyone leverage. "Ok *sniffle* mommy." I gave the phone to a female cop who looked and acted like a real hard ass. About five minutes later they were letting my father go and the cop I had given the phone to was crying in a corner. They never came back to our house.

"Izuku, baby, are you ok? You're spacing out." I snap back to reality to see my mom's worried face. "Sorry mom. Yeah I'm fine I was just thinking about some stuff. Hey aren't you going to be late?" I ask with a smile on my face as I see her panic about the time for a split second, before her calm exterior comes back. "YES! Yes. Thank you. Oh my goodness I have to leave. You sure you're ok?" She asked freaking out but still worried. I smile "I'm fine, now go. You're so late it's not even funny." though it absolutely was. She kisses my forehead and leaves my room saying happy birthday once more.

I take out my "number 13 journal" that I've since I was 6 but I never used it as hero notes, more like death logs. Today would be day 3,650 in my journal. I, being creative, have invented more than enough effective ways to die and or kill yourself. Though this only tracks my suicide attempts, one each day since my 6th birthday, and it doesn't track all the times Katsuki - "Kacchan" - Bakugou has "accidentally" killed me without knowing. I, like my father, am immortal which is truly.

A. Pain. In. The. Ass.

Unlike other people who have the freedom and knowledge of the sweet relief of death, I don't, I bounce back like a video game character, remembering the sensation of how I died. I'm not suicidal, to put it plainly in the words of my now "dead" boyfriend, Touya Todoroki, I'm a kinky little shit who loves pain and quirks being used on me.

I look at the time and realize I'm about to be late for school, I grab my bag and run out of the house using 20% of my "borrowed" quirk. Before my father left he took my natural quirk with him, though his reasoning was justified, I had the same quirk as him and mother wouldn't know how to properly train me and my quirk. He gave me and my mother an immortality quirk since I would be raised as a "quirkless" and they're at the bottom of  societies "food chain". I didn't hate pretending to be quirkless, I have nothing against them, but I hate how society as a whole treats them, as if they're useless and take up space. 80% of Earth's population has quirks, 20% of the population is quirkless and that number has been decreasing every year. The only quirk free locations are France, and some parts of America, the rest of the world is free game. There was even a dude in Florida who went to Canada with the sole purpose to see if he could take down a moose… that dumbass had a shitty quirk and almost died. It was all over the news, that's when I was introduced to Florida man memes.

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