Chapter 2

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3RD PERSON POV UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE

hello = me

hello = flashback or thinking

hello = normal

Now you may have thought, 'i bet he's gonna use it to be strong and show off or do something cool! ' but you're wrong...

Izuku stood from where he was sitting in his large accumulation of blood and began the trek home. Thinking to himself about the day's events and everything that happened in his life up to this moment, contemplating his whole existence in one 15-minute walk.

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He arrived, at his humble abode and shouted to his mother that he was home to which she asked him how his day was and he replied with somewhat the usual..." amazing mum, me and kacchan just click, you know, he's so great" he spoke to his mother with a smile, never once faltering. Then she asked something thing that could falter that smile, "why are you home so late, izuku?" yet...he persevered, on that walk home he managed to conjure up an excuse to that question as he knew she would eventually ask, "yeah sorry about that, I thought I had texted you...haha it must not have come through, anyway, I was hanging out with some friends of bak-kacchans". He hated lying to his mother, but it had to be done, it would hurt her even more if she knew the truth...he was doing this for her safety, and her mental well-being, besides, he knew that in the grand scheme of things, she'd be better off without him, she would finally be able to catch a break from all the low paying, energy taking, time-wasting jobs. she'd finally be able to go out and be happy again and not get heckled and ridiculed for having a quirkless son.

He went to bed that night plotting his attempt to flee, feeling it was the only option to truly make his mother happy, after all, It was just in time as her birthday was the day after, so he thought he would give his mother the greatest gift ever...a life that he's not in...

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Putting the last shirt in his tightly packed duffel bag and the last toiletry in his suitcase he climbed onto the roof via the window with his luggage, carefully and expertly, he jumped from one building to another until he got to a forest with an open clearing near the centre.

please, you didn't think he would run away without a plan, did you?!?!

...seriously?... oh god...

"I wish for an outstanding, self-built, cottage, with the innards of a monumental mansion." And with that, izuku's quirk worked its magic.

Izukus house:

His bedroom:

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His bedroom:

His bedroom:

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