Heal Our Past, Change Our Future

Chapter II

Every day felt the same.

Though Izuku knew that theoretically speaking, that was impossible.

There were a few different things, such as the breakfast his father would make. Or at times what lunch would be, or on rare occasions, Inko would be tolerable, not shouting or making him and his father miserable, but instead even offering to cook dinner.

Izuku enjoyed those days, the days where he could pretend that his mother did actually love him, that she did in fact care for her only child.

That she and his father were in a loving marriage, held together by the devotion and love they had for one another. Instead of spite and blackmail.

But of course, some things would never change.

Such as the path he walked to school, he'd always pass by Mrs. Tori's small shop, making small talk with the woman, she once again offered the boy a place to work at her quaint flower shop. Though each day Izuku would always have to politely deny, reciting each day that his father wished him to only work when he became 17, wanting his son to live in his childhood for as long as possible. And each day, Mrs. Tori would only smile and nod, handing Izuku a thermos full of chamomile tea, wishing him a pleasant day at school.

But just as routine, it was never a pleasant day.

Another thing that never changed was the taunts that came the minute his peers would see him, most would just giggle mockingly as he passed, others would just ignore him completely, nothing more than a ghost to them, and then there were the ones who would take things too far each day.

Shoving him into lockers, calling him cruel names, and going as far as to physically attack him.

Those things never changed.

But Izuku had grown used to it.

The taunts and mocking giggles fell on deaf ears, nothing more than white noise to the boy. The shoves into his locker, he would write them off as nothing more than an accident or a strong breeze that came in through an open window. And the physical attacks.

He did nothing more than either avoid the boys that always came after him, or he wouldn't react as they beat him. He would go into his blank space. Or at least that's what his father called it.

But Izuku liked to call it the clouds, he felt nothing when he was there, it was like the world would go black and he would hear nothing, he would feel nothing. The space was safe. But his father didn't like it. He said it was unhealthy, he said that Izuku should come to him if he feels the need to go into that space.

But that was another thing that never changed, he had no control, it was as if his body would react before he could, he would be pulled into that space before he could even blink.

But sadly, there was one bully that he couldn't go into that space when he was around.

Katsuki Bakugou. Or Kacchan.

Izuku never understood why, he never understood why the harsh voice of the blonde Alpha could always pull him out of that space, why he could never retreat to the clouds when he was around.

Izuku almost wanted to hate him for it. Not because he harmed Izuku, not because he abandoned him when they were children, not because he would allow his friends to gang up on Izuku. But because he would never let the Omega have his peace.

The boy had long since grown numb to the pain. It was routine, just as was his mother's daily ranting before his father would come home, complaining to Izuku each day that he should have had a quirk, or been something other than an Omega, claiming that it was his fault her marriage was falling apart.