mha sick fics (angst)

abuse (dadzawa no ship)

"SHUT THE HELL UP." his dad screamed, forcing him against the wall into a chokehold.

Izuku tried to stay calm, to steady his breathing, to mask any reaction. Trying not to fan the literal flame that his dad was.

But it was too late. He couldn't breathe now, his neck lodged between his dad's tight grip and the wall.

He clawed at his dad's hands, his heart swelling in panic as he tried to breathe.

He ripped at his dad's skin, his nails leaving bleeding scrapes around his knuckles. Black was crawling into his vision.

He saw his dad's free hand coming from the side and barely had time to ready himself for the harsh punch that he was 90% sure just knocked one of his molars out.

That was the least of his worries as he experienced one last emotion before passing out.

Fear.

Izuku woke up an hour later, crumpled into a ball on the floor, his neck feeling stiff and bruised. He found it still hard to breathe.

He scanned the room, slowly sitting up. Then snuck to his room.

Everything sank when he stepped inside. He felt like he had been punched hard in the stomach, he couldn't take a breath in.

His room was destroyed. His window was broken, his bedframe was snapped and sinking into the floor. His drawers were rummaged through. There were holes in his wall. His desk was broken. The homework he was halfway through before dinner was shredded and sprinkled on the floor. The lamp he slept with on every night was shattered. His door was partially off it's hinges.

He took a shaky breath in, and then sank to the floor in sobs. He couldn't stop crying. He cried for hours.

His homework was gone. His textbooks were destroyed, the edges of the pages burnt and curled up.

He didn't know what to do anymore. He was convinced his teachers hated him. His friends hated him. His parents hated him. He hated himself.

He hadn't been doing well in school.

The worse things became at home, the worse he handled things at school. He had began to get angry with people for small things. People had begun to avoid him. No one stopped to wonder what could cause this sudden change in behavior. Not even really Izuku knew why.

He hated feeling angry and sad all the time. It was so frustrating.

His room was destroyed. There were feathers falling out of his mattress. His dad had used his quirk to partially burn the covers off his bed.

He got up abruptly, carefully closed his broken door, noticing the dent in it from where he had punched it just days earlier.

Then he grabbed his pillow, stuffed his face in it, and screamed. He screamed until his voice was raw and he was crying so hard he couldn't breathe.

His mouth was filled with dry blood. One of his molars was loose and painful. There was a large bruise formed on his face. Vaguely hand shaped shadows on his neck. Slight burns from some injury inflicted on him while he was asleep. The tips of a few strands of his hair were burnt to a crisp.

He could feel nothing but pain, anger, and frustration as he tried to fix up his room.

He pulled his curtains over his broken window, put his clothes back in his drawers, and tried to prop up his broken bedframe. He lacked the space needed to take his mattress off and throw out the bedframe.

Not that he could get it out without getting in trouble anyways.

He sat on the bed afterwards, it sank and creaked, but stayed.